Mishui Riverbank, the six masters kill the situation, know the destiny and have white hair, and pick up the sword again, there is no enemy in the world.
Zhuxian and Zhenxian came out together, blessed by thousands of miles of earth energy, slashing True Realm with one sword, dyeing the night sky bright red.
The five statues were shocked. Before they could react, the sword light came again. The one statue was stunned and his arm was severely injured.
"Don't be careless"
Hongluan The First Ancestor sighed and reminded.
The other four immediately calmed down, recovered from the shock, and concentrated on fighting.
During the battle, the white-haired figure in plain clothes swung, chopped, stabbed, and dragged with two swords, every move without any sloppiness. From the beginning to the end, his expression was calm and calm, and there was no change in emotion. He was like a fighting machine, terrifyingly calm.
One hundred years of life and countless life-and-death fights have created today's knowing fate, absolute calmness, and absolute ruthlessness.
Zhu Xian slashes with unparalleled sharpness, sinking the Immortal and sinking with power as if falling from the sky.
When the sword light arrived, Hongluan Yi Ancestor took the move, there was a violent earthquake, and his figure slid several feet away.
"Swordsmanship, Three Lights Shining Together"
The figure in plain clothes moves again, white hair flying, the body is divided into three parts, the sword is full of intention, the sword dances in the spring and autumn, the sky and the earth shine together.
The three Dao Sword lights that burst out were dazzling. The sword light passed by, and the void was divided into three parts. The entire night sky was illuminated by this amazing sword light, just like daytime.
The sword has been around for hundreds of years and is unique in the world.
The three gods took the swords, and the terrifying sword light passed through their bodies, and the blood was brilliant and scattered all over the sky.
"Uh"
There was a muffled groan in unison, and the three statues took ten steps back, their whole bodies dyed red.
The three swords retreated and the three deities were retreated. Not far away, another deity's palm force had arrived, and with a sudden palm strike, it should be on Zhiming's body.
The blood dripped down silently. Ning Chen's whole body protection Sword Intent blocked most of the palm force and protected the vital points of the whole body.
The battle was at a fever pitch, and the injuries were exchanged. The five statues looked extremely heavy. Although they had expected that this battle would not be easy, no one had imagined that it would be so difficult.
One death, four serious injuries, Ninth Son of Ink Sect was injured at an unacceptable price. Such a situation was unexpected.
In the center of the battle, Plain-clothed Figure stood quietly, with white hair dancing lightly. His face was the same as a hundred years ago, but it was more weathered.
"Six Paths Falling Together, Myriad Demonic Tribulations"
After a moment of stillness, in the center of the battle, Ning Chen's hand passed across the Zhuxian, and the sky was filled with evil energy. The Zhenxian took off his hand and then circled around him, with red light rising all over the world.
"Grand Supreme Forbidden Sword"
As soon as he took a step, he entered the nine heavens, the sword light shot into the sky, and a terrifying power suddenly arose.
"Stop him!"
Hongluan Ancestor's expression changed. This move is the move that activates Ancient Battlefield. He must not be allowed to use it smoothly.
The other four also heard about it, and their figures quickly swept out, straight into the sky, blocking the former's move.
Above the nine heavens, Ning Chen looked at the five deities approaching him with a sneer on his lips. It seemed that Ancient Battlefield's sword left a deep impression on the people of the world.
"Nirvana"
Suddenly, the Sword Intent power in the sky changed, and the Yun Zhao ended in an instant. Countless sword lights criss-crossed, and it was unparalleled in beauty.
The sword of Nirvana fell like rain, falling from the sky one after another, endlessly, splitting the sky and splitting the earth.
The color of the five deities changed, and it was too late to fight back. They tried their best to protect their vital points and resisted the diffuse Heavenly Sword light.
"Bang"
A stream of blood spattered all over the sky, and five figures fell to the ground, Sword Qi boundless sand and dust.
Ning Chen's figure slowly fell, looking at the five seriously injured statues, without saying anything, he walked forward step by step.
One by one True Realm venerables stood up, but before they could react, they passed by in plain clothes, killing the immortals and splashing blood on the water.
Four heads flew up, and in front of Hongluan, a beautiful figure appeared, blocking the life-threatening sword with her body.
An inch before his throat, Zhu Xian stopped, Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him, his calm eyes showed no signs of disturbance.
So close at hand, Red Luan Princess's eyes reflected the white-haired figure in front of him, so familiar yet so unfamiliar.
I don't know why, the tears fell drop by drop, out of hatred and heartache.
He is stronger than before, so strong that even the first ancestor was defeated by him, but his life is coming to an end.
Seeing the tears falling from the woman's eyes, Ning Chen put down the sword in his hand and said calmly, "Let's go before I change my mind."
Red Luan Princess suppressed the sadness in his heart, helped the severely injured Yi Zu behind him, turned around and left.
Above the void, twelve half-step True Realm strong men put away the golden chains that filled the sky and left together.
The enemy left. On the riverbank, drops of blood silently flowed from the corners of Ning Chen's mouth, dyeing the plain clothes in front of him red.
Finally, it's all over.
Zhuxian and Zhenxian were inserted into the earth, and the blood on the sword gradually dried up in the wind. A hundred years, a long hundred years, I was tired of walking and tired of killing.
If there is an afterlife, I would rather be ordinary.
In Time Restriction, the sacred tree sways, the green fruits gradually reveal their golden light, and they are getting closer and closer to maturity.
For the next three years, the figure by the river never moved a step, standing silently under the tree, waiting for the fruit of the sacred tree to mature.
A hundred years later, the golden age has officially arrived. Prodigies from all regions have emerged one after another. Prodigies continue to enter the real world, even True Realm.
Moonlit Wine House, the aura of Moonlit Tower Master, which has not appeared in nearly a hundred years, is becoming calmer and calmer day by day, gradually becoming completely restrained, but the true cultivation level is becoming more terrifying and unpredictable.
On Shenji Peak, Divine Mechanism stands on the top of the mountain all day long, watching the changes in the general trend of the world, and never leaves even half a step away.
Hongluan Star Domain, in the endless white mist, Star River Brilliance rotted, and within the galaxy, a huge black vortex rolled. A hundred years ago, Queen Mother of the West was buried with the help of the last power of Wang Hairpin. The terrifying aura became clearer and made people shudder.
Suddenly, in the depths of the star field, the fairy sound was faint, and the three dragon corpses tried to pull Immortal Palanquin away quickly, not knowing where they came from or where they were going.
In all the major star regions, divine treasures are constantly being born, and the remains of Ancient Era are gradually appearing in the human world. Fights are frequent, and in troubled and great times, it is difficult to achieve clarity.
When the world was in chaos, Mishui Riverbank was still so calm that it was heart-stopping. Except for the sound of the cold wind, no movement could be heard.
After the last battle, no one came to Mishui Riverbank. Zhi Ming, who had two fairy swords in hand, and the blessing of thousands of miles of earth energy, completely turned Mishui River into a forbidden land, and the world was silent.
A hundred years have passed, and I know that my life and longevity have come to an end. I look at the sacred tree in front of me with extremely tired eyes, struggling to support my body that is on the verge of collapse, waiting for the fruits to mature.
Mishui Riverbank Outside, spring is coming again, and when all things are recovering, Zhi Ming's eyes suddenly brighten under the tree.
But on top of the sacred tree, Immortal Peach of Longevity the last trace of cyan faded away, golden light transpired, red light shone, a powerful burst of vitality that shook the world, and the two surrounding divine bans instantly dissipated.
The flat peaches mature, the breath of life spreads, the dead Mishui River is instantly purified, the dead trees come into spring, and the lake water fades away from its vermilion and returns to its original state.
The thing that defies heaven and changes fate, the treasure that reverses chaos of life and death appears, and the nine heavens feel it. Tens of thousands of thunders are densely packed, roaring low, the wrath of heaven, thundering down.
"Get out!"
Under the tree, Zhiming, who had been silent for countless days and nights, shouted angrily, and swung his sword across the sky.