Fu Canglu

Chapter 602 The Sword of Light
The ancient coffin creaked and made an overwhelmed sound.

Jian Zongming stepped on the coffin with one foot, rested his knees with one hand, and pressed the sword with one hand, and the air flow of the sword swirled and covered the Tianmen.

He looked into the coffin and said softly.

"I've been waiting a long time."

The dry sand of Tianmen is slowly rotating, like a dragon drawing water, and the inside of the ancient coffin is pitch black, like an abyss, and the little highness in lotus clothes is lying inside, with a pale and withered face, like a corpse that is gradually aging and stepping into death , soaked in the eternal night, the red dress folded on his body, and the white sand, are all buried objects.

Yi Xiao's complexion became paler, his fingertips began to wither, his chest began to sag, and the energy and spirit of his whole body were slowly stripped away and taken away.

Jian Zongming watched this scene, he quietly waited for the person behind the door to take away the things he wanted to take away.

Some people are on this side of the abyss, and some people are on the other side of the abyss.

The young Confucian scholar standing on the prairie of the Jiangnan Road in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period suddenly said loudly: "Cultivation is difficult, but it can be seen that becoming the world's first-class sword immortal with a mortal body is the fairy fate that thousands of people in the Central Plains can't dream of. !"

"All life in the floating world comes for longevity, and all die because of life!"

Grass flying.

Onyx tremor.

Yuan Tiangang raised his head and looked directly at the end of the sky where the thunder was shining. The man in white who stepped on the head of the coffin had a solemn look in his eyes, and his voice was like a bell.

"Sword Immortal is like you, why bother to seek death!"

At this moment, he still has a fluke mentality in his heart. If he can avoid the war, he will avoid the war and follow it. It doesn't matter if he is even more embarrassed or retreats.

Yuan Tiangang frowned, but there was no response from the sky side for a long time.

The young national teacher thought calmly, when exactly did he get targeted by this tricky man?

The man in white who stepped on the head of the coffin suddenly chuckled.

He didn't move Dugu at his waist, but put his fingers together, and the sound of chuckling across the void.

causal tremor
"Zheng!"

There is a sword piercing down
That nothingness sword came from the nine heavens, like a dragon like a snake, the sword energy soared into the sky and overturned, and went to the ground, tearing apart the endless thunder, with brilliant divine power, spreading over half of the sky, chopping down in an instant, tearing down the entire sea of ​​souls Split in half, the land collapsed, and the six realms collapsed.

Yuan Tiangang's face was gloomy, and ray after ray of black light seeped from the soles of his feet. He swung his sleeves suddenly, and the wind roared.

You can't stay here for long.

After handing out the sword, Jian Zongming's voice came from the other side of the sky: "The door has been opened, the soul has been taken, why don't you get out quickly?"

It was another sword slashing down, which was even more palpitating than the Heavenly Tribulation, and the cause and effect annihilated when the sword energy passed by.

One sword light cold nineteen states!

"Chi" suddenly.

At the gate of heaven, a figure in distress fell out of the darkness, and the plain linen robe was hunting wildly. After being forced out of his figure by the sword energy, his sleeves were filled like a strong wind and blocked in front of him. The necklines of the two sleeve robes were blocked The sword qi was torn apart along the way, the lightning thunder snake crackled, and it retreated one after another. The feet slid on the ground and swept back, and finally hit a wall heavily before stopping.

The dry sand was like a tornado, Jian Zongming raised his hand slightly, and the coffin plank that flew out earlier was sucked into his palm, and he pressed it on the coffin. There was a muffled sound, which prevented the little highness in the coffin from hearing the last trace.

Yuan Tiangang, who was holding his hands in front of him, slowly took off his two big sleeves, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he said softly: "I have taken away a soul and two celestial features from him, and now he is alone and has nothing. , is just a useless person, you can close the coffin to save his life, and it will not help."

Jian Zongming said softly: "I don't care about these, I just think he shouldn't die."

Yuan Tiangang looked at the man in white in front of him.

Both of them were dressed in white. Yuan Tiangang's white linen robes were like withered white flowers in the dark, symbolizing death and despair, while Jian Zongming's clean white clothes were the first-class light in the world that emerged from the mud without being stained.

He was originally the Lord of the Great Bright Mountain of the Holy Island.

Yuan Tiangang leaned against the wall, looked at the coffin pitifully, and said, "Without the celestial figure, without these reincarnated souls, what is left of him? It's just a mortal body. Even if he survives, he really survives." What can I do?"

The young Confucian scholar paused slightly.

"He is just a seed, a key, and when it bears fruit and opens the door, it is meaningless."

Jian Zongming was silent for a moment.

"I really want to congratulate him. He has truly gained a new life. He doesn't need to be afraid of some people hiding in the dark and staring at him, and he doesn't need to be a puppet at the mercy of fate."

The man standing in the center of Tianmen seemed to be thinking of some unbearable memories, his brows were slightly frowned, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, followed by a slight relief.

"All pain cannot be avoided before transformation, but can only be endured."

"Reduced to a mortal body. What's the matter? A mortal body can practice, breathe, draw a sword, and kill. All beings are equal. If you survive, everything is possible."

Jian Zongming looked at Yuan Tiangang.

He said softly: "I am Mortal Body."

Yuan Tiangang was silent.

He could no longer find a word that could refute Jian Zongming.

Because Jian Zongming is strong enough.

And not just because of his sword.

Also because of his people.

He is strong enough by himself.

Yuan Tiangang lowered his eyebrows, thinking that when Jian Zongming emerged in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, he never even thought that this 16-year-old genius from the Holy Island, who traveled in the Central Plains, could stand up to the sword master of Fengting City in such a short period of time , and then once again became a character at the same level as the ancient maharaja.

The carp jumped the dragon gate twice, achieving the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

With thick accumulation but thin hair, talent and hard work, good fortune and fairy fate, he lacks none of them.

Jian Zongming asked suddenly.

"What about him?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said: "In this world, I have only seen you who can achieve such a cultivation level with a mortal body. The others who can stand in this position are all geniuses who love the whole body. .”

The Lord of Da Guangming Mountain lost his interest, shook his head, and put one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The sword energy is hidden but not emitted.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "Why are you in such a hurry, when you improve your cultivation, your chances of winning will be greater."

Jian Zongming smiled: "The sword is in the sheath, it doesn't want to wait, and neither do I."

With a bang, the sword fell down.

The dry sand of Tianmen screams and howls
Under this sword, Yuan Tiangang raised one sleeve, and the soul in the sleeve rose rapidly, flew out of the sleeve, and rose against the wind, like a ripe fruit, being gently grabbed by someone in mid-air.

It was a pale hand, hidden in the wide black robe, the black robe fluttered under the gust of sword energy, the other hand from the black robe, with two fingers together like a sword, from bottom to top, A line across the sky and earth in an instant.

Sword Qi collides with Sword Qi

And then annihilated.

The eyes of the Lord of the Great Brightness Palace brightened a little, like a grand day, like a brilliant sun bursting out.

He finally got the person he was waiting for.

His solitude is about to be unsheathed.

The destructive sound of drawing a sword out of its sheath only lasted for a moment, and the burst of light almost illuminated the entire Tianmen.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Zongming pressed back the hilt of the sword with a bang, and his face became extremely shocked.

The black-robed man holding the fruit with one hand lowered his eyebrows, covered his face, retreated into the darkness of Tianmen, stood side by side with Yuan Tiangang, and said softly, "Teacher."

Yuan Tiangang hummed lightly.

He looked at Jian Zongming and had expected him to have such an expression.

Tianmen returned to a dead silence.

after a long time.

Jian Zongming struggled to utter two words.

"absurd."

The voice of the young Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Absurd? Most of the stories in this world are cute and beautiful, but the truth is sometimes absurd."

The black-robed figure stood quietly beside the stone wall, with bright eyes, looking at the ancient coffin.

Yuan Tiangang raised his sleeve slightly, the lotus in the lotus pond flew out together with the dragon and snake, and gently spun around the black-robed figure, including the overlord's soul that he had already held in his hand, all of which were pulled out of Yi Xiao's body good fortune.

"Swallow this soul, and there are two heavenly aspects, and then kill him."

The figure under the black robe did not speak. He cast his eyes on the overlord's soul floating in front of him, as well as the phantom in the lotus pond, appearing elusive, as if hesitating for something.

The two thin eyebrows under the black robe raised slightly.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the fortune.

"My lord, what can we do?"

The vast snow field, countless snow mountains, countless heavy snow, the flurry of snow, the white lotus ink robe Mulian city, the big robe fluttering, he patted Qingli's head lightly, said: " We can do nothing but wait."

Girl Qingli's eyes were a little distracted.

"Master Jian, you are the strongest sword cultivator in the world, right?"

Many amazing figures flashed in the mind of this little girl from the monster race.

There is a beautiful woman named Jian Xian who walks in the desert in a red dress, accompanied by a black dragon and a white phoenix.

There is also Yincheng in the Northland, a sick young man with a sword bone covering five evildoers.

The Taixu Xiang who sits firmly on the highest point of the extreme north wind and snow.

Or the sword master who has been sitting in the Fengting Sword Hut for 100 years.

These sword cultivators can all be ranked first in the world.

But if it is about the strongest.
"Yes, none of them can compare to Jian Zongming."

Lord Shanzhu sighed softly, and said: "He is not only the strongest in the world, but in any era, he can be regarded as the strongest."

Qing Li pursed her lips.

"But this time, it's different."

The white lotus ink robe was rolling in the heavy snow, and the mountain lord held Qingli's head, and said softly: "The good fortune of Maharaja Tenth, and many opportunities, gathered in one person, it is difficult to say clearly, what is such a person? Such a monster, freak."

In the heavy snow, several quasi-monsters from Holy Island stood behind Lord Shanzhu.

"Win or lose, the gate of heaven will be locked. Yi Xiao's life is in the coffin. It is a good thing to be taken out of this good fortune. What we have to do is to carve seals in the hairpin after the war is over." The teleportation circle, enter the gate of heaven, and take away this coffin."

Mu Liancheng's voice was serious, he narrowed his eyes and said, "So just wait for the ending."

Suddenly someone said: "Palace Master Da Guangming, I won't lose."

The owner of the mountain turned her head and saw Wang Zhi standing behind her with a sword in her arms. She bit her lips and said seriously, "If there is such a person in the world who has gathered the most powerful good fortune in the world, it would be impossible for him to say anything." It must not be his opponent."

Wind and snow whistling.

The mountain owner smiled and asked, "Why?"

"because."

The sword embryo of Qingmu Palace thought of the words on that stone tablet.

Her tone was extremely firm.

"Everything. One sword!"

(End of this chapter)