Unparalleled Sword Sovereign

Above the South China Sea.

A luxury high-rise ship slowly forward, heading north.

The building ship is several stories high. Compared with the ordinary boats, it is not only big but also gorgeous. On the top of the building, there are women in white standing on the decks all around, looking up and looking calm.

At the top of the building is a wooden building. Su Chunsheng and Xin Zi lean on the railings of the building and look to the north.

Behind him is Xiao ningyue with a melancholy look, and Chu Youwei, the woman who has been wearing black clothes.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the building is silent.

There was a long silence.

That Xiao ningyue just stepped forward a few steps, approached Su Chunsheng and Xin Zi, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Su, the three-year appointment is really over. Is this trip going to the north?"

Su Chunsheng, facing the sea, nodded calmly and said, "I have known all the answers I need to know since I stepped out of the Qi Yun formation. Even if the three-year appointment has not yet expired, it is meaningless to wait like this."

"Besides, qintian pavilion has already taken the lead and there is no turning back."

With that, Su Chunsheng turned to Xiao ningyue and said with a slight apology, "I'm really sorry for letting you guantianzong be dragged into the water."

In the battle on the island the day before, the surging masters seemed to be weak. However, both Xiao ningyue and Su Chunsheng know that most of the experts with unknown origins are powerful, and several experts from shangjiujing are in charge. If it wasn't for monk shuran's being too strong, I'm afraid the whole guantianzong would be in great trouble. It's not so easy for a disciple to get hurt.

Hearing this, Xiao ningyue shook her head slightly, sighed and said: "the way of heaven is reincarnation. What should come will come. Even if Mr. Su didn't show up, the people of xiaoyaozong had completely penetrated into my Tianguan sect, and the consequences would only be more serious. "

"Besides." Xiao ningyue came forward, pointed to dozens of disciples standing on the deck under the building ship, and said slowly: "guantianzong has been proud of his son for many years in the South China Sea, and his disciples have been proud and domineering for a long time. Through this change, most of them can know what is beyond heaven and beyond people."

Su Chunsheng chuckled and joked: "isn't master Xiao like this?"

Xiao ningyue was a little annoyed, but after seeing Su Chunsheng's joking smile, she sighed, looked up and said, "why am I not?"

Su Chunsheng was stunned by this.

But Xiao ningyue was silent for a long time, and then solemnly said: "Mr. Su, as you said, guantianzong is doomed to be unable to watch on the wall, so this time I'm going north, including my guantianzong!"

Su Chunsheng was stunned and shocked.

Then for a moment, Su Chunsheng was full of pride. He turned to the north and said in a deep voice, "next, let's go up by Su Chunsheng and open the door of Dashuo Dynasty."

On the building ship, a sudden surge of air flow.

The patio mirror that was originally in Su Chunsheng's arms was beating without any sign, and the flow of Qi kept beating Su Chunsheng's chest.

Seeing this scene, Su Chunsheng was a little shocked. Without hesitation, he took out the patio mirror in his arms and held it in his hand.

Around, that Xin Zi is also a face of curious turn.

Xiao ningyue also Leng for a while, looking at this side of doubt belongs to the magic weapon of guantianzong, some surprised.

The sword air is surging. On the calm mirror, there are continuously long and fierce sword air.

At the same time, Su Chunsheng's Chixiao sword, which was hanging around his waist, suddenly sounded. A sword gas slowly overflowed and connected directly to the mirror.

At the next moment, Su Chunsheng, Xin Zi and Xiao ningyue are all dragged by the air engine without any sign. The figure standing on the building disappears and is forced into the courtyard mirror.

Not far away, Chu Youwei, who has been silent all the time, is full of shock. His body suddenly rushes forward and catches the mirror falling down because of no support. He is shocked.

In leiming temple.

The gate of Buddhism, which was originally bustling and full of pilgrims, was suddenly closed early this morning. It no longer receives any pilgrims.

Many pilgrims from afar have piled up outside the temple. They are puzzled, regretted and even angry. After all, leiming temple stands on the sea. It's quite inconvenient to go there. It's not easy to come here once. Anyone will be dissatisfied with this situation.

However, although the temple did not explain the reason, it sent a large number of monks to build dense tents outside the temple, prepared rich fast meals, and arranged for many pilgrims from afar to stay temporarily, which slowed down the dissatisfaction of most pilgrims.

There must be a lot of people outside the temple. Inside the temple, it was a different scene.

Inside the closed door temple, there are martial monks in practice everywhere. They walk around, carefully guarding and looking solemn. At the edge of the stone cliff on the back mountain, there are dozens of thin monks standing under the stone cliff, who are rarely seen in ordinary days.

Most of these high ranking monks looked sad, looked up at the top of the cliff, put their hands together and recited Sutras in a low voice.

Dong!

In the distance, the melodious bell still came, and the whole island could be heard clearly.

On the stone cliff, monk Shuan, who had just returned from Fenglei pass, sat cross legged, facing the sea, looking at the magnificent scene on the sea, looking calm.

In his arms, Lu Qing, who had already run out of light, was even more pale. However, he was lying in the arms of monk shuran with a gentle look. Looking up at the monk's face, he said with a soft smile: "little monk, don't feel sad. I know I can't live any longer. But I'm really happy to meet you. "

Monk shuran shook his head, looked down at Lu Qing in his arms and said softly, "you won't die."

Lu Qing breathed out a breath, coughed a few times, and said: "silly monk, you've been waiting for me for so long. Don't wait any longer. This life is enough."

The stubborn relief monk still shook his head and said, "five hundred years wait for Ziyi. Is Ziyi willing to wait for the monk for a hundred years?"

Lu Qingrou said with a smile, "of course I will."

Release monk gentle smile, look up at the sky.

In the sky, suddenly came a chanting sound, like the voice of a fairy, falling into the sea, but like the sound of thunder.

"Amitabha!"

Under the cliff, and even in the temple, all the eminent monks looked up at the sky one after another, their hands together, and their looks were full of sadness.