Fu Canglu

Chapter 549 Ferry
There are countless swords in the world, each of which can kill someone.

There are thousands of swords, each of which can cut gold and stone.

The remaining hundreds of swords, if they cut mountains and clear paths, cut rivers and waves.

There are only dozens of real famous swords. When they meet a good master and shine brilliantly, the sword energy will destroy cities and mountains, and they will be invincible and unstoppable.

But there is no sword that can cut off fate.

Not even one.

At least before the Spring and Autumn Period, there was no such thing.

A swordsman holding a sword in his arms, even if he succeeds in the way of swordsmanship and becomes a so-called "sword repairer" who is well-known in the world, at the level of Ren Pingsheng, he is far from being able to escape the fate of being entangled in cause and effect.

Even if he became a "Sword Immortal" and was lucky enough to prove the Dao, he was still too far away from that step.

The light of thunder scattered in front of the Daji Mountains, so the world was pitch black, the wind was strong, and the weeds moved everywhere.

The man in white standing next to His Highness put his palm against the hilt of his sword, and the scabbard of "Karma" slowly raised an arc.

Jian Zongming didn't go to see the "Maharaja", but stood side by side with him.

He said softly, "You are strong."

The "Majesty" holding Liang Liang in his arms pursed his lips. He sensed the monstrous sword aura of the white-clothed swordsman beside him. Compared with those great practitioners of his era, he restrained his sword aura to the limit pole.

Two scabbards.

Two long swords.

"Cause and Effect" and "Dugu".

Jian Zongming looked at the sky dumbly, and said calmly: "You are not as strong as I expected. Is it because the fortune was divided by the overlord?"

"Majesty" kept his eyes on Liang Liang, and he lowered his head anxiously, trying to put the golden luck back into the mouth of the woman in his arms, but found it was futile, strands of heavenly luck entered the Western Demon Sandalwood Mouth, but also like smoke general overflow.

Jian Zongming sighed softly.

He said with some regret: "The majesty is not omnipotent."

The majesty can stand alone in front of the monster beast tide and the Luoyang iron cavalry, and open up a clean place.

The Maharaja can kill for nine days, take the blood of heaven and man, and get good luck.

But there are things the majesty can't do.

He can't save the person he wants to save.

"Little Highness" took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said very forcefully, "Can you save her?"

Jian Zongming was silent for a while.

"Little Highness" opened his eyes, the eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and saw in despair that the white-clothed swordsman beside him slowly shook his head.

"I can't save her."

"If I can, I will show the sword and let you see if my sword is sharp enough. In the era when sword cultivators have not yet risen, can I make the king of the Western Regions bow his eyebrows?" Jian Zong Mingqing He chuckled lightly, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I can't save her, and I don't want to use my sword against you now."

Jian Zongming paused for a moment and said, "But someone can save her."

"Boom".

On the wilderness in front of the Daji Mountains, it seemed that thunder exploded again, but there was no thunder light spreading. The sky and the earth exploded suddenly, and then there was extreme silence. It turned out to be countless scarlet vitality, dragging and bursting beside "Little Highness", hunting and forming A huge cloak.

"Maharaja" moment

The time around has become extremely slow!

As a result, Liang Liang's vitality also overflowed extremely slowly.

But slowness is slowness after all. The demonic energy in her body, as well as the karma left over from countless reincarnations, burst out "slowly" at this moment. Doomed.

The blood-red cloak flew upside down.

Jian Zongming stood in the "majesty" moment and was not affected.

Beside him, the "karma" sword energy splashed uncontrollably from the sheath, and all the "karma" in this world could not contaminate the whole body within three feet, even "life and death", "time and space", All were cut off by the sword energy.

Maharaja looked solemnly at the "Great Sword Immortal" with two swords hanging from his waist.

If he is willing, the empty sword hanging on his waist, which is purely condensed by "karma", can even allow him to stay in this world until the day when countless karma is shattered.

There is no birth, old age, sickness and death.

The white-clothed swordsman in front of him has nothing but a sword, and he has abandoned everything. Compared with his own state of surpassing the great master, he seems to have reached a more mysterious state.

There are no pros and cons.

This is a whole new path.

But I have to say that the killing power of the swordsman in white is much stronger than I imagined.

The maharaja's good fortune was divided too much by the tenth overlord.

Even so, he still sat firmly in the "land of all living beings", ascending to the sky and cutting off a finger of a celestial being.

If you want to fight to the death with the white-clothed swordsman in front of you, it will probably be much more difficult than the battle in the sky.

When did such a stunning person exist in the world?

The majesty took a deep breath, saw the swordsman in white stretch out his hand, pointed to Fang Fang, and said unceremoniously: "The person who can save her is here"

After a slight pause, Jian Zongming read out two words with a pondering expression.

"Qijiang."

Suddenly.

The Daji Mountains are empty.

Jian Zongming smacked his tongue lightly, never expecting that maharaja to be so anxious.

He thought for a moment, then murmured: "It's a pity, I would have fought with my sword if I knew about it."

Standing in the Daji Mountains, he looked up at the sky, blinked, stretched out two hands, snapped off a finger, and said with a joking smile, "There are nine fingers left."

After this sentence was finished, there was of course no echo in the sky.

Long night.

There is no light.

The man in white is standing here.

Here is the light.

The middle section of the Qijiang River.

A figure suddenly appeared.

The dragon boat that was originally sailing through the waves on the Qijiang River had a helmsman standing on the deck, and the silk scarf on his forehead maintained a flying attitude. Every drop of water was clearly visible, but at the moment it was frozen, like a sculpture.

The entire huge ship, the big oars kept taking pictures of the moment they touched the water, the huge sails bulged, but there was no strong wind or huge waves between heaven and earth.

Only the blood-red figure, holding the same blood-red woman, was out of control.

He is the master of this world and this moment!
The blood-red figure teleported to the bottom of the boat, pushed his palm "brutally", pushed the whole boat out for several miles, and brought out a huge water column several miles long on the river. Empty the middle section of the entire river!

In the next moment, Qijiang's "majesty moment" calmed down a little.

At the very center, when "Little Highness" stepped down, countless jets of water shot up into the sky. With his foot as the center of a circle, the entire river was like a big bowl turned upside down. It was only in this short breath that the splash The countless drops of water that came out condensed again.

The "Maharaja Moment" has come again.

Every drop of water is a small world of its own, weighing as much as ten thousand junctures.

In the "Water World" in the center of the water drop, the majesty slightly clasped his palms, with a dignified expression, folded his fingers together, and lowered his head, he could almost see the land under the Qijiang River. At this moment, the two rows of river water are not under the control of "Majesty's Moment". Falling down, stacking, quickly filling the gap.

Maharaja punched down.

Qijiang let out a muffled sound.

This punch can hit all the river water in a radius of one mile. At this moment, there is only a slight tremor, and the head is not more than a foot away, and it is pushed back.

The "Little Highness" in the blood-red cloak let out a muffled snort, staring at the bottom of the water, the blood-colored lotus in his pupils kept spinning.

In the pitch-black pupils, apart from the lotus, a snow-white shadow slowly appeared.

That snow-white thing is a small boat sailing slowly from the bottom of the river.

After two big waves hit the bottom of the river, from an unpredictable place, there was such a small boat floating up faintly, with the bow upturned, suspended vertically from the bottom of the river.

Countless wind and snow surrounded the boat.

Like a baited fish, this small boat was pulled by an invisible force like a bait, and broke through the river from the bottom of the river. The water droplets stagnated in the air, and then quickly frosted, and the entire river surface was blue and white, so that when the stern fell, there was a sound of smashing the solid ice on the ground.

A coir raincoat and a wooden oar.

White hair, a body of hoarfrost.

Sitting on the boat was a young man with a handsome face and an unrivaled elegance. Time seemed to freeze on him. Unlike the Maharaja of "Little Highness", his body seemed to be covered with the attribute of time stagnation forever.

The white-haired man smiled and said, "We meet again."

He narrowed his eyes and said in admiration, "You don't seem to be you."

With just one glance, he could clearly see the soul in the Zi Mansion of His Royal Highness, his face was a little emotional, and he said softly and respectfully: "It's actually the legendary Maharaja."

The Maharaja looked at the white-haired ferryman with a solemn expression.

In his perception, the realm of such a person has also surpassed the realm of the great master, and has also reached the indescribable realm of "all beings" like himself. In his era, after the immortal energy disappeared, practice became a It is a difficult thing, and to achieve this realm, it becomes an unattainable and difficult task.

How can there be so many people against the sky in a river and lake?

The white-haired first-generation city lord had soft eyebrows and eyes, and his heroic spirit overflowed, and said: "Why don't you sit on my boat, Your Majesty?"

Maharaja was startled suddenly.

The woman in his arms, during the "majesty's moment", the life that was slowly passing away, unexpectedly stopped flowing at this moment.

This is the time to completely freeze.

He looked at the white-haired man leaning on the boat in disbelief, the white-haired man smiled gently and kindly.

Maharaja thought for a long time.

"Can you save her?" he asked.

Even used honorific words.

The first city lord smiled and nodded.

"it is good."

Maharaja took a deep breath, hugged Liang Liang, and took a step forward.

Walking out of this step, there is a feeling of trance.

He seems much lighter.

It's like losing something again.

Before he boarded the ship, he looked back with a tacit understanding, and saw a face that was exactly the same as his own, separated from himself.

I only have a soul.

This is a bit ridiculous, because he only has a soul.

The young soul regained the dominance of the body, opened his eyes a little bewilderedly, and watched himself leave the body.

"You should have left long ago, Majesty."

A word to wake up the majesty.

The white-haired first-generation city lord said softly, "Get on the boat, and I'll take you to the other side."

(End of this chapter)