Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 687 The Sword Saint Returns!

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The starry sky spilled the emperor's blood, which was a horrifying scene.

A real dragon horn that is bigger than a mountain is floating under the starry sky. The crystal body of the horn seems to be accompanied by the Dao, and even emits bursts of simple Dao sounds, like a holy master explaining the supreme Dao to the world.

Hundreds of miles away, the contemporary Emperor Kunpeng was coughing blood from the corner of his mouth, trembling with his quasi-holy halberd in his hand. The strength of this real dragon horn was beyond his imagination. It was hard to imagine how strong this real dragon was when he was alive. Enough to compete with the ancestors.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, and the light in his fingers floated up again.

With a cold snort, Queen Kunpeng took a step back and disappeared into the vast starry sky without wavering in her dark gold robe.

Return!
Su Qinian's eyes were condensed, a quasi-sacred demon emperor actually left like this, and gave up the long-planned kill, which is enough to show that the real dragon horn, under the situation where it is difficult to summon the quasi-sacred world, has already With enough power to seriously injure him.

The starry sky was silent, the real dragon's horns condensed, the aura was restrained, and it turned into a foot long, and fell into the hands of the young man in green clothes, and was thrown by him casually, as if he didn't care at all, and fell back into Su Qinian's palm again.

After taking the warm and crystal-clear real dragon horn, Su Qinian revealed a thoughtful look, and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"The time has not come."

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at him and said indifferently: "Once your time source is perfect, someone will naturally come looking for you."

what!
Su Qinian frowned, but the young man in Tsing Yi didn't have the slightest intention to explain. He turned around and took a step, ripples appeared in the starry sky, and disappeared in an instant. trajectory.

Standing alone in the starry sky, Su Qinian remained silent for a long time, while the future turned around and took steps, returning to the tributary of time and space, he felt the breath of doom.

Under nine days.

The Cangsheng Sword collapsed inch by inch until it turned into nothingness. On the top of Shushan Mountain, the lonely starry sky, which belonged to the vortex of the star of Zhenlin Sword Emperor, also froze at once, and then shattered into tiny rain of stars.

"Brother Zhenlin!"

"Master Uncle!"

In an instant, countless people exclaimed from all over the entire Shu Mountain, and all the gods and figures in the four directions in the middle of Shu also showed shock.

It's just a snap of your fingers, under the thunder pool of the sky eye, the void where the thunder light is shattered, where the shattered Cangsheng sword is located.

hum!
There was a faint sound of sword chanting, not very grand, but continuous, and it was clearly transmitted into the entire land of Sichuan, and even the four directions, and was heard by countless Han people and martial arts experts.

This is……

Above Shushan, the eight Shushan Sword Emperors headed by Tianming Sword Emperor were shocked, even the state of mind of the Chunyang Yuanshen figure couldn't help showing ecstasy at this moment.

"The common people are immortal, the sword will be immortal, the people's will, the heavens retreat!"

Tianming Sword Emperor chanted, this is the general outline of Shushan's "Cangsheng Sword Art", as the Shushan Sword Emperor, he has read it all, but it is not until this moment that he understands why the destiny is higher than the sky, and the change of people's hearts Over the sea, the common people, the hearts and minds, if they are united, it will be like a spark that starts a prairie fire, unstoppable.

At this time, a pure white and crystal clear palm protruded from the depths of the void, holding a purple-red jade-like long knife in his hand, and the aura of the dusk of the gods permeated the air.

"Demon Lord!"

Tianming Sword Emperor's eight people shouted angrily, the hunting sword's sword intent climbed to an extreme level at this moment, the power of the quasi-sacred realm of the Demon Sect fully recovered, the sword light flashed, and the eight sword dragons were forcibly shaken away, and then cut To the place where the sword screamed in the void.

It was too fast, from the real body of the current demon lord of the Demon Sect to the time when he slashed towards the place where the sword groaned, it didn't even take an instant. Even if the quasi-sacred world is also mobilized, there is still an insurmountable gap between the eight of them.

However, at the moment when the hunter's sword slashed into the void, a little sword light suddenly appeared. This sword light was peaceful and warm as jade, but it made the entire Shushan sword pool boil, and there were thousands of swords screaming. The quasi-sage The power of the world seemed to be ignited at once.

clang!
With just a slight tap of the sword light, the hunting knife stopped in mid-air, and then bounced violently, smashing through the layers of void faults, and fell into the pale world of annihilation.

The palm belonging to the demon lord also retracted at this time, sank into the depths of the void, and disappeared.

The sword light continued, and after the sword frightened the demon lord, he swiped again in the air, but there was no sign of vision, but then, above the nine heavens, in the center of the Thunder Pool of the Eye of Heaven, a sword mark appeared, blue as the sea, faintly reflecting the vicissitudes of life, Fireworks in the world divide it into two.

The eye of the sky is shattered, and the calamity collapses!
A real breath of detachment diffused over Shushan Mountain. In the light of the sword, the figure of Emperor Zhenlin Sword appeared again, and his white hair suddenly became as dark as ink, and the whole person seemed to have returned to the age of the weak crown. , showing a plump figure like jade, with a gentle temperament, like a well-educated scholar and scholar, the only thing missing is the sharpness that belongs to the way of swordsmanship.

hum!
At the same time, above his head, in the lonely starry sky, the vortex of the shattered Fate Star reappeared, condensed at once, and turned into an ancient star that was as blue as the sky and overflowed with infinite sword-doing aura.

Fate stars gather, destiny return to place!

Above Shushan, the eight Tianming Sword Emperors looked at each other and took a deep breath. After many years, they finally walked out of Shushan with a Destiny Swordmaster again.

"Returning to the throne of the Sword Emperor!"

"According to Destiny!"

At this moment, in the land of central Shu, the primordial figures of various sects and aristocratic families all showed signs of shock. The return of the Shushan Sword Master is definitely a major event with far-reaching influence, and from that last scene, some primordial figures realized from it. After arriving at some truths that are difficult to understand on weekdays, I also have some grasp and direction for the future path of the soul.

The top of the demon lock tower.

Qing Yu heaved a sigh of relief. His previous thinking was still too simple. Today, when he truly observed the power of the Quasi-Sage of Destiny, he realized that even if he was reckless, he might not be able to change anything. It was not just different. The gap between the levels of life is even more the gap in the comprehension of the Dao of Heaven, and even beyond the Dao of Heaven. One is below the Dao of Heaven and the other is outside the Dao of Heaven. The essential distance is difficult to make up.

Even the quasi-sage of destiny's grasp of luck, and even the trajectory of fate in the dark, is far from what he can understand at the moment, and it will take longer to make up for it.

At this time, in the void, the Zhenlin Sword Saint, who was dressed in a coarse white robe and had black hair like ink, looked sideways. Su Qinian's figure appeared a hundred meters away, and stepped out from the depths of the void.

Nodding towards Su Qinian, the Sword Master of Zhenlin took a step and disappeared, leaving behind a blue and pure warm sword light, which suddenly went up against the sky and pierced into the depths of the Nine Heavens.

Rumble!
Above the nine heavens where the clouds had cleared and the mist cleared, a deafening thunder sounded suddenly again. This thunder sound was full of furious emotions, as if it had life, and it was fleeting.

Su Qinian's body lightened, and the aura of doom that locked him because of summoning the future body also disappeared.

But at this moment, Su Qinian's heart is more heavy than ever, because he found that there are still too many secrets in this land that he can't understand, especially the young man in Tsing Yi, the former friend who is now in the Yaozu. What kind of identity does it exist in the world, what exactly is it planning, and there is a vast starry sky nine days away. Only when you really take that step can you understand how big the world is.

And in this world, many times, there is no explanation for you, and you can only follow a certain possible trajectory until the end of your life.

From Su Qinian's point of view, even the quasi-sages of destiny just jumped out of the established track. They can grasp the direction in the dark, but they are difficult to control, so the quasi-sages still have the time to die.

Rumble!
The next moment, Su Qinian raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an, the capital city in the distance. There was a majestic sound of swords, and a beam of red gold was like fire. If hundreds of millions of people's hearts gathered together, the beam would be as blue as the vast sky.

The two sword lights intertwined, and with a slash in the air, Su Qinian saw a vast and ancient long river, the river was rushing like thunder, and the gravel of time was flying. In this ancient long river, a stalwart figure approached the shore, but with this Dao Jianguang falls, and the prelude to the fate of revolution is played. Between the past and the future, the sword light cuts off the present. Time ebbs and flows, and the years are impermanent. The turbulence drowns and disappears.

At this moment, Su Qinian clearly felt that in the four corners of the Han Dynasty, and even more distantly in the borders of the Jingtang Four Kingdoms, the confrontational aura of destiny subsided one after another, and the banners died down.

The demon emperors of the four seas retreated!

But neither Su Qinian nor the eight Tianming Sword Emperors showed any overly relaxed expressions. The troubled times have come, and this kind of chaos will probably happen frequently. Doomed.

It's all over, Su Qinian didn't stay in Shushan anymore, he gained a lot from this battle, it took time to digest and consolidate what he gained, and with the appearance of that old man, he felt more and more a sense of urgency. In the process, he had a feeling that if he didn't have enough realm and force in the near future, he might reap unbearable pain in this world.

Chixiao calendar five thousand four hundred and thirty-six years!
The sixth day of June is a day that is destined to be engraved in the annals of history. Shushan is really approaching the return of the sword sage. The emperor of Han fought across time and space, and although the coming Zhenlin Sword Master teamed up to cut off his way back and returned to the turbulent flow of time and space, every civil and military official in the Forbidden City understood that all this was just a matter of time. start. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu! Your health has improved a lot, and everything should be updated to normal today. Thank you Wumeng brothers and sisters for your concern.)
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