Fu Canglu

Chapter 466 Death of the Sword Immortal

Blood overflowed from His Highness's eyes, and after Zhu Lianxiang zoomed in, he could clearly see the desolate figure suspended in the thunder after the sword energy collapsed.

He stared at Li Changge firmly.

The former Sword Immortal of the North Land, after handing out that sword to the sky, there was no more sound.

silence.

Deathly silence.

In the sky and the earth, there was a loud thunder.

The thunderclouds at the other end of the sky were still brewing, and the second thunderstorm seemed to be more ferocious than the first one.

The man had already closed his eyes, his weak lips opened and closed slightly, this was his last breath.

His hands were covered with blood, and his clothes were also covered with blood. The thunder light penetrated his chest and back, burning his blood hot. The blood seeped out from the pores, dyeing the white clothes into red, sticky and bloody.

He still holds the handle of Karma.

But the strength in those hands was gone, the hilt was soaked in blood, and the ten fingers could no longer hold it tightly. His arms subconsciously hugged the ancient sword tightly, but no matter how hard he tried, "karma" slowly slipped in his arms , eventually separated from him.

His Highness saw Jian Zongming and shook his head.

The lord of the Great Bright Palace didn't speak, nor did he make a sound like a sigh, but just shook his head silently and slowly, neither sad nor happy.

The "cause and effect" came out of his hand.

Li Changge lost gravity in his limbs and fell downwards, but his whole body floated upwards. In the void, it seemed that there was a hand supporting his back, trying to send him to the other end of the sky.

He let out a dull cough, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, slid down his cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

Opening your eyes is already extremely difficult.

For the first time, Li Changge felt such a trace of ease.

He looked at the ever-increasing sky in front of him, and his body seemed to be entangled in silk threads, and each thread was karma, which was unavoidable.

In the eyelids, it seems to be filled with lead, uncontrollable, heavy tiredness hits, even if the thunder roars and explodes in the ears, it becomes ethereal and illusory.

The whole world seemed to be drifting away from him.

too tired.

too tired.

He wanted to rest.

So Li Changge closed his eyes.

Time slows down.

He pursed his lips slightly, and many images flashed through his mind, visible and invisible.

The "karma" is falling
The thunderclouds on the zenith are congealing
The crying voice of the little junior sister in the distance, unable to catch up with the muffled sound of Lei Guang, flashed by my ears

That person at the top of Hidden Sword Mountain is still waiting for me
It's a pity that there is nothing I can do.

A sword is too little.

Li Changge gave a low self-deprecating laugh.

If he still had that sword bone and that body, would the ending be different?
If he had more swords, more, more enough to pierce the thundercloud, would the ending be different?
He tilted his head slightly.

With his eyelids slightly drooping, he saw the hidden sword mountain in the distance.

Across the small half of the wasteland where the yellow sand was swaying, the cultivation base that I had dispersed earlier, as well as the overwhelming sword energy water drops, had arrived there at this moment.

Li Changge smiled weakly.

He closed his eyes again and murmured softly, as if in a dream.

"Senior, can you help me?"

The top of Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Master Chess Master climbed up and looked into the distance, feeling the tremor in the soles of his feet.

The entire mountain trembled restlessly. The magnitude of the tremor was very small at first, almost imperceptible. Then a stone began to tremble, and finally jumped up, exploding in mid-air for no reason.

The chess master's taoist robe was stained with the stone chips after the stone burst and exploded.

He saw the beam of light in the wasteland.

The sword energy collapsed and was replaced by thunder light.

Shen Mo had already closed his eyes and stopped looking at what happened in the distance.

She knew there was nothing she could do.

She just prayed silently.

Only read two words.

Only peace.

Shen Mo's ears twitched slightly, and then she frowned beautifully. Even though her cultivation base was as humble as her, she could sense the unusualness of the entire Hidden Sword Mountain.

The disciples of the South China Sea behind him have already noticed the abnormality.

Wu Jinhan practiced swordsmanship, and at this moment, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, his pupils shrank into a thin line, and there was a terrifying brilliance in his pupils.

Frost hairs stood on his back.

Under the entire Tibetan Sword Mountain, it seemed that an old dragon was hiding. At this moment, the old dragon moved his body, and began to "slowly" shake the mountain.

It's just that the master is by his side, even if he senses something strange, he will never dare to act rashly.

Shi Nan'an next to Wu Jinhan was also sitting on pins and needles, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, repeatedly restraining his urge to draw the sword.

Shi Nan'an, who has been in the South China Sea for two years, has always had some doubts.

The Eighteen Mountains and the Seventeen Mountains in the South China Sea have Fengjian Pool, but Cangjian Mountain does not.

What kind of sword is hidden in Hidden Sword Mountain?

There is not even Fengjian Pool, so what kind of sword can be hidden?

His lips were a little pale, and he looked at Master slightly bewildered.

The sword energy on the soles of the feet began to move, undulating like a dragon's spine separated by a thin layer of rock.

Ordinary sword energy, one wisp or two.

The sword energy at the bottom of this mountain is countless.

Then Shi Nan'an raised his head.

He has practiced for two years, day and night, under the guidance of his master, senior brother and second senior brother, the realm of swordsmanship has broken through the realm of consciousness, and hit the master directly. The original sword energy was as big as a thumb when it came out, but now it is pierced by a sword. , a stream of swords, with great momentum.

But he saw the reason why Hidden Sword Mountain trembled.

At the end of the wasteland.

There is a vast ocean of sword energy overwhelming the sky.

The water droplets of sword energy rolled like thunder. On the surface of the sea, land animals, tigers, leopards and lions were all made of water droplets. They ran and jumped, and when they hit the body, they went to the "four seas" together, and then poked their heads out. The giant whale shark leaps out of the sea, and it is like a bird of prey flapping its wings.

Thousands of frost-day competitions are free.

A snow-white bone floats and sinks at the front of the sea of ​​sword energy, held in the mouth of a male lion.

That male lion came on the wind, stepped on the sword waves, his mane was delicate and rolling, his eyes were round like copper bells, he looked left and right, and pushed away all the beasts, every time his broad paw stepped down, he wanted to crush the waves under his feet Stepping through, turning into thunder, the lion's body sweeps forward, far ahead of the tide, every step you step down, but lotuses grow on the soles of your feet, there is a road of sword energy, paving the way for it.

The king of beasts, majestic.

The male lion bit the snow-white sword bone, the whole body was condensed by the sword energy, so it was also snow-white, only the tongue was scarlet, because it kept licking the sword bone, and the flesh and blood on the bone stubble was sucked into the belly.

In just a moment, the lion arrived not far from Hidden Sword Mountain.

Hidden Sword Mountain is not very high, and it is close to the barren area, but there is a broken wall.

The sea of ​​sword qi climbed up, and the whole sea moved together, occupying a smaller and smaller area, but the tide head was getting higher and higher.

In the end, it was higher than Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The male lion clenched its sword bone tightly, raised its head and shook its mane, and a thick voice resounded from its chest, like a thunderbolt.

The tide rises, the lion falls.

With one step down, the lion leaped up again, and the wave of sword energy hit the broken wall of Hidden Sword Mountain again. There was no picture of the wave falling again, and the mighty wave of sword energy directly smashed into Hidden Sword Mountain , into the bone and into the flesh, it is more like the hidden sword mountain opened its invisible mouth and swallowed this sea of ​​sword energy.

The soles of the feet trembled endlessly.

Master Chess Master looked as usual, sensing the sound of sword energy rushing across the mountain from the soles of his feet.

A tide of sword energy.

The lion, which was as tall as two people, jumped off the tide, and its burly body fell on the top of Cangjian Mountain, shaking off the dust all over, raised its head, mouth full, and a deafening roar came over the face .

Wei Qi remained calm.

The lion had no expression on his face. After roaring loudly, he lowered his head, held a white bone in his mouth, and curled up like a cat. Even so, he was a head taller than Master Chess Master.

Chess Master smiled.

He patted the lion's huge head tenderly.

The chess master thought of a sentence Li Changge asked himself before leaving.

"How did he die?"

Under the hidden sword mountain, what is hidden is not a sword.

It is the sword bone.

It's a sword fairy.

What Li Changge cares about is really that sword fairy, how did he die?
Still another question.

Did he die?
The previous master of the sword bone phase, the last sword fairy in the great world.

Can he borrow a sword?

The sword energy swelled and rang back and forth in the Hidden Sword Mountain.

The chess master stood on tiptoe, took the snow-white sword bone from the lion's mouth, and rubbed the lion's indifferent huge head. After the huge lion lost the sword bone, it stuck out its scarlet tongue and licked its lips. The sword energy condensed in his body began to overflow, one strand after another, all rushing towards one person.

Shen Mo stared in astonishment at the dots of sword energy, floating towards his chest.

Li Changge's sword energy actually penetrated his skin without hindrance, and merged into his own blood. This male lion was stored in another posture in his body.

The master of chess squatted down and didn't look at Shen Mo.

He calmly looked at the hidden sword mountain with long eyes, as if he had penetrated the mountain that he hadn't seen through for decades.

He couldn't see through this mountain, and he couldn't see through that person in this mountain.

He actually believed that man's nonsense.

Wei Qi laughed at himself and shook his head.

He said softly: "You have Li Changge's blood in your body, so you will stand on this mountain later and say a few words to a 'dead' sword fairy for him."

Shen Mo didn't know how to answer in a daze, so he could only nod his head.

She finally understood why these countless sword qi could be integrated into her body.

In Hanjiu Town, Shen Mo sucked the cold blood for Li Changge to expel Tian Que. Over the years, he also had Changge's blood in his body.

So that lion is the sword energy left by her husband?
Do you want me to say a few words for him on this hidden sword mountain?

Shen Mo pursed her lips, mustered up her courage, and saw the familiar figure floating towards the sky in the distant wasteland.

It turned out that he didn't take himself to the wasteland.

It was because he gave life and death to himself.

Wei Qi inserted the snow-white bone into the bottom of Hidden Sword Mountain.

The sword bone enters the mountain.

The turbulent trend of Tibetan Sword Mountain gradually calmed down.

The sword bone moved down slowly, and finally moved into the mountain.

Wei Qi was expressionless, sitting cross-legged in the mountain.

In the South China Sea, many old people have been taken in.

During the period of the Eight Great Nations, except for the North and the South, the other six countries were wiped out. Among the six countries, most of the national teachers and chess players, if they really reached the point where chess masters cherish their talents, they would be brought to the South China Sea. No one knew where these old men were hidden by the chess master.

A counselor is the sword of a country.

Hidden Sword Mountain, what is hidden is not a real sword, but a sword of strategy.

During the turmoil, many caves in the belly of Tibetan Sword Mountain shook for a while, and many old people with closed eyes were inevitably troubled.

The mountainside of Hidden Sword Mountain is particularly vast. These old chess masters and old national players each occupy a cave, and sometimes go out to discuss chess skills with each other. They never knew that their cave was actually hidden in this mountain.

There is only one old man who never goes out.

The old man's cave was also separated, isolated to the bottom of Hidden Sword Mountain, almost pressed into the ground, with an entire mountain covering his head.

The mountain shook.

In the lowest cave, the white-haired old man opened his eyes. His limbs were all chained and stretched into the stone wall.

He came earlier than those six-nation chess players and national teachers.

And the name of Hidden Sword Mountain was given by him.

The white-haired old man raised his head dumbly, and watched a snow-white sword bone slowly slide down from the stone wall above his head, floating in front of him.

The sword bone was peeled off, and the bone was like glass, without a trace of innocence.

The owner of this sword bone has never done anything against the heart of the sword.

The old man looked calm, raised his head, and looked straight at the stone wall in front of him.

In front of him, on the cracked stone wall, there are two sides of yin and yang.

The yin and yang are broken, but not evenly, the yin side is completely shattered, and the yang side has been eroded and mottled by the years, and there is still no trace of aging.

In the center of Yin and Yang, a big bloody character was carved with old fingertips and unprovoked sword energy.

that word.

Big "Chu".

The old man smiled softly, thinking that the engravings on the stone wall were true, Da Chu's conspiracy had "dead", and Yang Mou was still alive in this world.

He raised his head and looked at the squatting chess master through countless mountains.

If the line of sight intersects, the two seem to be looking at the same line across a whole mountain.

Over the years, Wei Qi asked himself questions more than once.

Ask yourself if you are dead.

In Hidden Sword Mountain, he only needs to hold his breath and doze off. Even the South China Sea Chess Master who met him a long time ago can't judge whether he is alive or dead.

And he said to the chess master at the beginning, "I committed suicide", and there was no more sound after that.

Except for the sword bone, no one can sense that the sword bone in his body is still alive tenaciously, and the heart next to the sword bone is still beating alive.

No one sees it.

Not even a chess master.

And Li Changge saw it.

The death of Sword Immortal, died of suicide.

This sentence is simply a lie.

(End of this chapter)