A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 866 Sacrifice for the Galaxy!With one knife, everything is silent

The swordsman in white has a murderous intent like the wind.

He looked like an extremely lonely swordsman, with endless aloofness.Su Mo was his target.In fact, the swordsman in white is a veritable pinnacle of venerables.

With such a realm, even in the world of Yizang, he is still a first-class master.

Back then, shortly after Su Mo entered the Prajna World, he was ordered to stay here.He waited almost 1000 years.The order he got was simple: When you meet the Demon Lord, kill without mercy.

Swordsman Thirteen is the real killer.

He understands that the simpler the order, the more things it contains.What's more, the master promised him that if he killed the demon king, he would help him become a lotus priest.

From the Venerable to the Padmasambhava, that is a qualitative leap.

That is the dream of any venerable peak.It can be said that when a monk has reached the peak of the venerable, there may be nothing in his heart that can be compared with becoming a lotus priest.

That temptation is irresistible.

What's more, Swordsman Thirteen has stayed at the peak of the Venerable for 500 million years.

In fact, according to the information he received, the Demon Lord is only in the third level of the Venerable, but he can challenge by leapfrogging.Therefore, when he saw that Su Mo was the pinnacle of the Venerable, although he hesitated a little, he still decided to take the risk.

After all, he only encountered such an opportunity once in 500 million years.Not to mention, Swordsman Thirteen has never missed a fight at the same level.

He is also invincible at the same level.

wow——

The long sword shines instantly.From that sword strike, the expressions of Shen Lang and the others changed.They come from the Kundie Secret Realm, so it can be said that they have extraordinary knowledge.

Lianshi, they have all seen it.

The sword of Swordsman Thirteen can definitely be said to be a peerless sword.Within the various realms, there are many monks, each practicing their own strengths.

Although there are not many monks who specialize in one thing all their lives, it is not impossible.

Within the Three Realms, there used to be Mu Qingcheng; within Netherworld, there was also Bai Liusu; within Yizang, there was naturally one too.Such monks are extremely determined.

Exhausting his life, he only cultivated one sword.

Where the sword is, the man is; when the sword is dead, the man is dead.

Swordsman Thirteen is such a monk.In fact, he has been raising swords for the past 1000 years.He held the sword in his arms, not to be cool, but a gesture of raising the sword.

Because, he only intends to make one sword or he can only make one sword.

With this sword, if you win, you will live; if you lose, you will die.

There are many bright lights around the magic boat.

Those were not other monks in ambush, but the condensed sword energy of Swordsman Thirteen.It can be said that Su Mo and others have completely entered his sword array.

In this space, Swordsman Thirteen is the ruler and the law.

He is as imposing as a rainbow, unstoppable.Because if you don't live, you die, and there is no repayment without regret.It can be said that this sword can definitely kill the peak of the Venerable.

Within Yizang, other peak venerables would basically be unable to block this sword.

However, Swordsman Thirteen's opponent is Su Mo.

This alone is doomed to the tragedy of Swordsman Thirteen.Within the realms, everything would be successful without your endless courage and determination not to fear death.

The white clothes are like snow, and the long sword is like electricity.

Together with Swordsman Thirteen's long sword, the sword intent in the entire space was awakened.Countless sword lights suddenly lit up, up, down, left, and right of the magic boat.

They are like countless stars, which light up slightly and then shine brightly.

Huh—wow—

The sword energy is like the sea, and the murderous intent is like the tide.

Even so, Shen Lang and the others did not move at all.

That sword is enough to wipe out their souls, and they will never recover.However, they have their own mission.However, Su Mo will not let them have trouble.

call--

At the moment when Swordsman Thirteen's sword was released, the saber in Su Mo's hand had also been released.At that moment, not only the knife, but also endless red flowers.

The magic boat is the existence of the first level of Lianbao.

Now that Su Mo has recovered his previous cultivation, he can control the magic boat completely as he likes.

The devil's flower suddenly exploded.

At that moment, Su Mo's heart suddenly ignited a fire of revenge.

Because, this is the first time he has shot since he recovered his realm.Back then, his last shot was when the galaxy was destroyed.

At that time, there were red flowers all over the galaxy world.

The peak of the venerable is the power Su Mo has always longed for.Because he has such power, he is the real devil, the real himself.

Therefore, this battle also has a different meaning for Su Mo.

Swordsman Thirteen, no matter who you are, I will kill you!
Su Mo thought silently: Because, with this knife, I want to sacrifice for Xinghe!This is the first monk Yizang killed by the demon king!

Huh—ka——

The devil's flower blocked all of Swordsman Thirteen's astral light and sword light.Between the stars, there are trails of light smoke.

The sword light and safflower dissipated at the same time.

They are evenly matched, evenly matched.

And the knife in Su Mo's hand also melted into pieces.It was completely different from the ordinary Kunhundao.

Kun Soul Knife!

It is the treasure of the Kundie clan.Even, among the lotus treasures in the entire Yizang world, there is a place for it.

The kun soul knife came out, and the prajna 觳觫—that was the existence that made the whole prajna world tremble.

Swordsman Thirteen, of course, knew the Kunhundao.

However, he never thought that this knife would appear in Su Mo's hands.In fact, both he and his master wanted to avoid Prajna Lotus.

Linglian and Xianlian, they didn't want to tear themselves apart.

That's why they chose to fight in the most marginal star field of Prajna.

However, I didn't expect that Su Mo was not only at the peak of the Venerable, but also had the Kun Soul Saber in his hand.The moment the Kun Soul Saber came out, Swordsman Thirteen knew he was defeated.

His heart and soul actually trembled slightly.

However, for the Venerable's pinnacle battle, this tremor is enough!
This is a long time.

The long sword of white light faltered slightly; the soul of the kun sword flashed, and the aura surged.

Boom—click—

The light of the Kunhun knife directly broke through everything.At that moment, it seemed to split the entire star world.In fact, the sword of Swordsman Thirteen is also a lotus treasure.

However, in front of the Kun Soul Knife, it was like scrap iron.

With one knife, everything is silent.

The swordsman Shisan let out a long howl.That sound was not the fear of death, but the unwillingness to everything.When the sword breaks, people die.

That is the fate of a swordsman!

Kun Soul Knife split it in half.

Hoooooooooohoooooh

In the void, a strong wind suddenly rose.The wind swept away, and everything dissipated.

In fact, everything happens in an instant.From the sword of Swordsman Thirteen, until his Dao disappears, it is only a breath.

Shen Lang and the others felt that they were stunned for a moment, and then everything was over.

On the entire magic boat, only Wu'er smiled sweetly and stood calmly.

Just now, she didn't seem to be nervous at all.Because, she believed that his Xiao Lang could handle everything.She doesn't have to worry at all.

Immediately, the magic boat shook slightly.The white light before it has dissipated.

"Back to the Pure Land!" Su Mo retracted his knife and gave a soft shout.

wow——

Between Prajna and Chenluo, the barrier is wide open.In the interstellar world, the devil's boat criss-crossed and returned to the dusty world.

Agnosticly.

A monk in black sat cross-legged.His back is thin and long, and he looks a little lonely.

Around him, there are a total of thirteen soul lamps.Suddenly, one of them went out.The monk couldn't help but his expression changed, and he raised his eyebrows slightly
"Thirteen is dead? Monarch, let the tiger go back to the mountain!" After finishing speaking, the monk let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)