Fu Canglu

Chapter 607

The thunder flashed away, and the sword energy descended majesticly, finally converging on a slightly pale hand.

That hand was without any blemishes, handsome and well-articulated, holding Dugu's hilt, not wanting to easily pull out this ancient mortal sword of ordinary texture, so he slightly clenched the Fangyuan hilt of the ancient sword .

The scabbard hit the tide.

With one sword strike, thousands of seas will fall!
Two waves of black water exploded, and then a terribly powerless Dahongpao fell down, and the body of Da Vajra was smashed to pieces by a sword.

Blood oozed from the red-stained monk's robe in all directions, penetrated downwards, was continuously sucked by the tide, and continued to sink. Finally, it was as thin as paper, and the rough linen texture lost the protection of vitality, and gradually became haggard and brittle. The sticky paper wrapped part of Dugu's sword tip.

Jian Zongming maintained the posture of holding the handle with one hand, with half of his body slightly lowered. He slowly got up and pulled out Dugu at the same time. With a soft "puchi" sound, the tip of the sword wrapped in the scabbard fell off the monk's robe.

To kill with a sword is silent.

However, Jian Zongming used such a brutal method to hammer and kill the demon monk.

There was a pale figure in a blizzard, sitting backwards and turning over, grabbing the ground repeatedly and trying to escape, there was a three-foot light behind him, like a long, taut and straight line, pulling him tightly, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape. escape.

Henry Zhang turned around and hurriedly shouted: "You have no reason to kill me!"

The man in white lowered his head and looked at this man, who was as evil as Xu Xianfo, who was as humble as an eagle and dog in front of him, and actually said such words in order to survive.

Jian Zongming didn't find it ridiculous, only pitiful.

He was silent for a moment, and said calmly, "I also smell a familiar smell from your body."

It was the breath of the wind and snow.

From the north of the Silver City.

Zhang Xuansheng thought of the day when the barrier of the ghost gate was loosened, fourteen masters came to die, and the one who played against his avatar was the Dacheng master who was agitating the wind and snow all over his body. He seemed to be holding the last Holding ten fingers together like an amulet, he turned around, hit his head heavily on the ground, and cried bitterly, "I didn't kill him! I let him live. You spare my life!"

Jian Zongming didn't speak.

He stepped lightly on Zhang Xuansheng's spine, making the face of this handsome Taoist priest full of ferocious pain, his hands and limbs fell to the ground, he tried his best to support it, and then dropped it again and again, back and forth, in the tide A spider web of Yuanli was stretched out of it, and ripples continued to burst out.

There was a continuous "click" sound.

The pitch-black tide was frozen green by the wind and snow, and slowly split open under the tremendous force.

The cruelty in Zhang Xuansheng's eyes flashed countless times, and the last face that looked pale and slumped because of judging the situation, because he couldn't bear the gradually increasing strength on his back, he slowly pressed down, first pressed The layer of solid ice covering it was shattered, and smashed into the thick and choking blood.

The Taoist evildoer whose whole body was about to fall into the tide shouted in great pain: "That person is not dead, he...he finally got out!"

"Oh?"

Jian Zongming suddenly raised his foot.

The pressure on the back is relieved.

Dao fetal conditioned reflex raised his head, and coughed up a mouthful of bloody water in great pain, that handsome face that looked elegant and gentle was covered with blue frost and ice slag, and he was extremely embarrassed.

His white robe was no longer the same as when it was dusty, the sleeves were tightly tightened, and the silver threads of the dust whisk were scattered in disorder.

He lost all dignity.

But he took a breath.

The man in white standing in front of him suddenly said: "The reason why you insulted you is because you have insulted the practitioners of the Spring and Autumn Period in the Central Plains. People in my generation would rather die standing than live kneeling."

"Unfortunately, the person you mentioned, I hate him very much, but for some reason, I can't kill him. If you just kill him like this, maybe I can spare your life."

Henry Zhang was stunned suddenly, he raised his head in astonishment, and saw the man in white standing in front of him.

Flashes of hell.

The figure in the Taoist robe who got up angrily flashed past amidst the thunder.

Then fell hard to the ground.

The man in white continued to move forward, and when the sound of his heavy sword drawing sounded, the hell roared and brightened, like the coming of day, but it was only a flash in the pan.

Such a surprise is short-lived.

One figure after another, those sitting in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, those hiding in the tombs of dead bones, and those hiding in the depths of the tide.

One sword after another.

Sword after sword.

The sword light that flew out, the painful and sharp roar, the regret for proving longevity, the anger and panic that the karma was cut off, one after another emotion was released from the tip of his sword, burning in the darkness, like a beautiful beauty With a burst of light, he spread his wings loudly and broke free like a butterfly, letting go of the confinement and shackles in the eternal night.

Jian Zongming stopped suddenly.

He didn't draw his sword again, but raised his head.

It was like seeing something very tall, even higher than the previous Heavenly Gate, and much higher.

Maybe just a finger.

Maybe just a fingertip.

The swordsman in white smiled.

He walked all the way, and now he finally saw the end of hell, but the two sides are empty, where are the demons?

A voice sounded softly.

"People's hearts are like this. If you have a good thought, you will have a light, and if you have an evil thought, you will have a ray of darkness."

The voice said calmly without emotion: "This is an ancient truth, where there is light, there will be darkness, but darkness is always a little bit bigger than light."

The swordsman spoke flatly.

"There can be no light in darkness, but there must be shadows when there is light."

The Lord of the Great Brightness Palace smiled slightly and said, "I've seen the Yanlu scroll, so you don't need to tell me those great truths."

"Since you know everything." The voice without emotion said, "Then you came here. What do you want to rewrite?"

Jian Zongming raised his eyebrows and said bluntly: "I don't want to rewrite anything. I just want to see what is written here."

The swordsman in white suddenly had no expression on his face, and stomped his feet slightly.

There was a flash of thunder.

The coffin behind him was dragged and moved by countless sword qi, and flew backward in an instant, countless "karma" sword qi revolved around, and the entire sword body turned into a moment, and was pulled into thousands of sword qi at extreme speed Filaments flew out around the escort coffin.

"Cause and effect" Qingming, according to the master's will, escorted the big dark coffin away from the gate of hell. Along the way, the tide was surging, and the sword energy trembled slightly, cutting all the darkness to pieces. He was strangled by sword energy.

After a short but long "flying", as if getting rid of the eternal night and returning to the light in an instant, Karma let out a cheerful cry, and the escorted coffin hit hard in the dry sand and slid a long distance.

The barren land of Tianmen is full of ravines. A dark coffin is like a swimming fish or a sword point. After flying out of the door, it pushes the ground and walks unstoppably in the dry sand. Fortunately, in the next moment, it is caught by a thick and powerful palm.

Lord Bailian's Mopao Mountain Lord had a serious look on his face. He had used all of his vitality in this palm. Following Jian Zongming's previous warning, he did not directly touch the coffin with his palm, but used a huge amount of vitality to resist the coffin. forward tendency.

The vitality of the mountain master, which was like a great river, actually melted within three feet of the coffin, like darkness swallowing it, leaving no trace.

Mu Liancheng's face was calm, not panicking, his feet were connected to the ground, and he slid backwards with the coffin. In the ruins after the collapse of the Tianmen, he used his body as a buffer zone, allowing his body to smash into one broken wall after another. , and finally stopped gradually along with the coffin, and deep ravines of tens of feet have been plowed out on the soles of the feet.

The quasi-monsters of the Holy Island who were waiting at the side had the same dignified expressions, and they were slightly relieved when they saw that the mountain master had finally stopped the coffin.

Qingli picked up the hairpin that was left behind at some unknown time on the ground, and the teleportation circle engraved on the hairpin was extremely burdensome to operate, and after bearing this time, it was completely abolished.

But she has already left a blood mark here.

Tianmen, Longmen.
Girl Qingli had a complicated complexion. She raised her head and saw several quasi-monsters taking out the talismans and scrolls they had prepared, driving Yuanli and lighting incense.

In the faint light of the fire, the mountain master still maintained the posture of holding the coffin with his hands separated from the air, and wrapped the darkness on the outer layer of the coffin with his power.

The talisman and the scroll burned by themselves, fluttering gently with the flames.

Dispersed in mid-air, turned into an exquisite little white lotus flower, fell on the coffin, and was dyed black in an instant.

White lotus ink color.

Lord Shanzhu closed his eyes and said softly, "Luo."

A magnificent picture scroll unfolded in an instant, and with this soft drink, it was smashed into the coffin in an instant.

There was a "boom", and the coffin did not move.

This ethereal power is like a mud cow entering the sea.

Lord Shanzhu smiled weakly, he staggered, his face was pale, as if he had paid a great price, after returning to Qingli's side, he rubbed the girl's head and said nothing again.

Just staring at the slowly closing door of nothingness.

The "karma" that was pulled into countless sword threads suddenly neighed and rushed towards the gate of nothingness
A finger blow passed from behind the door struck the blade of the sword with incomparable accuracy, bounced off the "karma" heavily, circled the air three times, and finally inserted it next to the coffin.

Karma screamed, a bundle of scorching rays of light enveloped the sword body, and finally bound down, making Karma unable to pull out from the ground.

Qingli was a little puzzled.

She looked around and saw the majestic appearance of Tianmen. When it collapsed, the extremely tenacious sword energy supported the dome and protected most of the Tianmen relics.

Dust, blood clots, snow crystal robe fragments everywhere.

Qingli saw the silence around her.

Even dead silence.

She raised her head, tugged at Bai Lian's ink robe, and asked softly, "Is there a winner between Lord Jian and that Overlord?"

Lord Shanzhu nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"This fight didn't work out." Wang Zhi frowned, squinted and said, "I didn't feel Dugu's aura."

It was dead silence again.

Qingli pursed her lips, and continued to ask: "Since it's not finished, where did Mr. Jian go?"

No one answered.

She suddenly felt a little bewildered, "Why, Mr. Jian hasn't come out yet?"

(End of this chapter)