The Lord of Ghost

Time, another half month passed.

In the cracks filled with turbulent space, Gongsun Jianwu searched for a long time.

When he returned to the colorful world full of sword intent again, a month had passed since the last time.

"Taixu Sword Body is not dead!"

The appearance of Gongsun Jianwu undoubtedly caused a shocking wave. People from the outside world seemed to see a ghost, and their mouths could fit eggs.

"How did he survive the second fierce formation? Incredible!"

In the picture, after more than a month, Gongsun Jianwu stood opposite Jian Chengzi again.

The two looked at each other in silence, as if it was a fateful duel, and the atmosphere was subtle.

Jian Chengzi frowned, he found that Gongsun Jianwu had changed. In just over a month, there was more color in his still dark eyes.

"Why, do you want to fight again?" Jian Chengzi held the scabbard at his waist, and with just a flash of cold light, he performed amazing swordsmanship.

"You can't beat me."

Facing Jian Chengzi again, he saw that the other party not only had to bear the backlash of the second fierce formation, but also had to resist the corrosion of the sword intent of the river.

Being alive and standing here is already the end of a strong bow.

"You are seriously injured, I don't like to win unfairly."

Hmm!

When Gongsun Jianwu said this, Jian Chengzi's pupils shrank, and his eyebrows stared at him, as if piercing through the flesh and blood and pointing directly to the soul.

"You have changed. Is a short month enough to make a person change dramatically?"

Jian Chengzi was puzzled. He saw unprecedented changes in Gongsun Jianwu, especially the other party's mind. The road ahead is no longer the darkness leading to the abyss.

Ignoring Jian Chengzi, Gongsun Jianwu went straight to the stone wall and gently stroked the traces of years carved on it with his fingers.

The closer he got to the stone wall, the more he was shocked by the breath of meaning contained in it.

In order to comprehend the meaning of the sword at close range, he once killed a lot and pursued only the ultimate power.

Now, when he comprehended it again, the sword inscription was so clever, like a burning fire, like ice, like a flying dragon, and like a rock...

Behind the fog of each sword path, there is light. He was surrounded by endless sword runes, as if he was in a new world. What he caught at will was the sword path leading to the Supreme Hall.

But these were not what he wanted.

"The Taixu Sword Body really went in!"

In the outside world, the leader of the great sect witnessed Gongsun Jianwu's world inside the stone wall, and he was not surprised.

In order to resonate with the stone wall, throughout the ages, only those who are at the peak of the sword path are allowed to enter. If the Taixu Sword Body cannot enter, then there is a problem.

In the stone wall world, to his surprise, the scene here is a mountaintop surrounded by peaks.

On the top of the mountain, the sword intent is pervasive, evolving into various wonders and phenomena, Kunpeng leaping over the sea, Qilin looking into the distance, and even purple gold thunder constantly striking.

"Choose a mountain path and walk to the top of the mountain?"

A mountain path represents the ultimate realm of a sword.

Some mountain paths are covered with wind and snow, freezing the stone roads, while others are deep and mysterious. They seem ordinary but are the most dangerous places.

These scenes, whether it is the drifting snow or the flowers and plants quietly absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, are all transformed by the sword intent. Here, the sword rhythm seems to have a fresh life.

Gongsun Jianwu didn't know what path he was going to take. If there was an old sword spirit, perhaps he wouldn't have to be so entangled.

"Then try one by one!"

Since entering this space where the sword rhythm flows, all his emotions have been shattered by the rules of the sword intent, leaving only the purest consciousness and the pursuit of the sword.

So, Gongsun Jianwu began to try to climb one mountain after another to pursue that unreachable realm until he found a path that suits him.

He walked one road after another, and once saw a beautiful back figure slicing through the galaxy with a sword, and also saw a man carrying a coffin and the dead sword on his waist, and a grass that grew in the land of chaos, with the tip of the grass swaying rhythmically, cutting through the chaos and separating yin and yang...

Their swordsmanship, their sword rhyme, were deeply imprinted in Gongsun Jianwu's mind. Even though the scene of the transformation was a stunning scene, it was enough to shake his heart and bring a shocking shock.

Gongsun Jianwu was still pursuing, pursuing the footsteps of his predecessors.

But he didn't know that on the way to the peak, when he was frozen by the ice sword rhyme, when the dark light cut his skin, when the invisible sword intent pierced his flesh and blood, the flower of Tao planted in his heart was growing and sprouting...

Time passed in a flash.

He didn't know how long it had been, and the concept of time was completely blurred.

Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a moment.

Gradually, Gongsun Jianwu's footsteps stopped and stopped beside an ancient stone tablet.

There were mottled marks carved on the stone tablet, and it seemed that there were only two words.

"Yes... No..."

Gongsun Jianwu muttered silently, frowning, not understanding these two words.

However, when his hand touched the stone tablet, two groups of light and shadow suddenly emerged, one black and one white, reflecting an illusion.

The white light was like snow, and it was a man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. His long hair was loose, and the sword intent was pervasive. In the clouds on the top of the mountain, he looked like a sword fairy in the sky.

The black light was like ink, and it was also a man, but his eyes were as deep and sinister as a black hole. He was wearing a black robe, and the sword intent around him was wantonly destructive.

"Brother, your way is too extreme."

"Extreme? Feelings are just stumbling blocks to the peak. You have too many fetters and can't reach the peak!"

"Alas..."

With the sigh of the man in white, the picture has evolved again, and a piece of land appears, and the original appearance has already been seen. The ground is full of corpses.

"Brother! You lose! Hahaha! The great emperor's fruit is mine!"

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the black robe man sneered: "History is written by the winner, my way is not wrong! Even if the old immortal is immortal, I can't stop me!"

Immediately afterwards, the picture changed again, a valley one after another, and a sword -width canyon seated the entire mountain.

"Why! Why! I obviously become emperor, why can't you win!"

The man in white looked at his brothers, and his huge swords began to gather: "My Tao, what I stick to is Wanling!"

Behind him, the disciples of Zongmen seemed to look at him, and the endless Kendo converged like a tsunami. The man in white was sublimated and carried a thick sword.

I saw that a sword that was peerless opened the time and space, and also opened the gossip of Gongsun's sword dance. He could not even describe the appearance of that sword. Only the picture was gradually collapsed.

When he returned to God, he found that the soul he was opened has a photo of a white robe man.

The white robe man turned around, watching Gongsun Jianwu with interest, his eyes seemed to cross time and space:

"Are you a new younger brother in his old man?"

Gongsun Jian dances wrong: "You ..."

The white robe man smiled slightly, and God gave him a beautiful appearance, and achieved a perfect balance between evil charm and softness.

"The sword in your space awakened my remaining consciousness. I did not expect that Master and his old man actually gave you the sword to you." The white robe man was surprised.

"Of course, you can call me the second brother, or the senior."

"Calculating it by time, there are several times for my brother to die." The white robe man was so emotional that under the time, all beings were equal.

"But now it seems that your way has a fork."

The white robe man saw the problem of Gongsun Jianwu at a glance.

"Since the master and his old man let you enter the place, then I will show him."

He didn't mind the doubts of Gongsun Jianwu, but said himself:

"Little brother, what do you know about my kendo?"

Gongsun Jianwu: "Love?"

"Yes. It seems that the master of his old man has collected a good disciples in his later generations."

The white robe man continued: "One of the words of love is the most difficult to break in the world, and the most difficult to say. I have enlightened my life and failed to reach the end."

"If there are still people or things in your life, you can go to this way and keep going."

When the words fell, the white robe man suddenly danced a little towards Gongsun Jian, and a light golden light was instantly incorporated.

"This is my perception of my scriptures, and maybe it is helpful to you. Your Tao must get out of it. My way can only be used as a reference."

"In the end, my brother borrows you a sword and be a meeting ceremony. The name of this sword is: Live in love! It is derived from changes in the fantasy realm.

"Although this sword is not fatal, it can break through the light."

After the last sword, the figure of the white robe man seemed to turn into a little fragmentation due to the disappearance of his ability.

Before disappearing completely, he couldn't help asking: "Is it good for Master and his elderly?"

Although he knew this answer.

Gongsun Jianwu was silent.

"This is the choice of his old man. Perhaps, he has seen this scene long ago and glanced at the corner of the future."

"I believe he won't read it wrong."

At this moment, with the fall of the tail sound, the figure of the white robe man completely disappeared.

Gongsun Jianwu is still silent.

Previously, the white robe man, he only thought of one person: Jianmen, Sword God.

The existence of the adversity of the Emperor, the eternal legend of praise in the years.

His appearance is expected by the old Sword Spirit?

Is it the arrangement of the old sword spirit?

He didn't know and didn't want to think.

Closing his eyes, the illusion retreat, and the stele carved with mottled handwriting beside him.

Gongsun Jian dances sit on his knees. A series of runes of Avenue of Avenue in the swordsmanship of love avenue show the bottom of the eye. The sword charm of his whole body is getting richer and more rich.

At the same time, the poured Daohua poured by his heart was drawing nutrition, and he opened the leaves of the sword rhyme, and it was bud to be placed.

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On the other.

Indus waters.

[Jingmai Blood Lotus] Combat.

The three -headed bird summoned ancestral shadow, and the fourth sequence of Mojia also made the Emperor Taoist.

Mo Li watched the virtual shadow of the summoning emperor, and could not help feeling the richness of Mojia.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

Now, he just wants to verify one thing.

It was the previous desert world. When he devoured the blood of the man in Mojia, the vibration from the residual ischemic veins was signs of recovery.