The Lord who use immortals as food

One fantasy can only be ended by another fantasy.

Everyone was still stunned. There were eight students in the hall, and Xuanmen could be counted. Sui Zaihua turned around. Pei Ye felt the foreshadowing of being crushed for a moment, but the moment their eyes met, everything was different. The outside world has nothing to do with it.

He stepped forward step by step, and everything else quickly faded away. From the old man's back, bright jade light spread out. It was the peak of Hanyu Mountain, the vast expanse, the fairy palace and the Qiong Tower, with white clouds and stars in the sky. above.

This is the third time Pei Ye has faced this scene.

He knew he couldn't refuse, just as he couldn't refuse twice before.

In the early morning in Kongtong, Pei Ye tried his best to defeat the black robe with colored glass, but with the heart of Xiting in mind, he ordered, "No matter what happens between us, I will never lose."

Now, he is an ant in front of him, but he came with an imperial edict.

"Dragon Immortal Secret Edict" and "Xiting Xin" suddenly rushed towards each other. From behind Pei Ye, the endless purple bamboo forest spread out, and the night sky fell into a deeper layer of faint darkness, vaguely huge The shape is sunk inside, and further up in the sky, a long beard stretching across the mountains winds its way into the world.

The scroll of the Immortal Lord's Edict collided with the Xiting Fairyland in an instant and stopped each other.

A straight line divides the two worlds. Pei Ye and Qu Zhu stand on both sides. The Xianque Nebula and Purple Forest Youtian become the opposite background. He stands in the white mist and purple bamboo, and he stands on the high wind snow stone.

This is an arena that is opened directly from the entire mind realm. It is exactly the same as the last time. In this world, killing the heart means killing the person.

What was different from the last time was that the young man's state of mind was complete, and the imperial edict quietly surrounded him, and he never fell to his knees again.

Quiet eyes and swords facing each other.

Qu Zhu was silent for a moment, reached out and took off the sword floating in front of him, raised his eyes and said, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I've been waiting for your answer for two days." Qu Zhu sighed softly, raised his arm and waved the sword weapon gently, and flew forward like a ghost!

He should have known how strong this old man's sword is now. Pei Ye faced him alone in the Sutra Pavilion. He was ghostly, powerful, calm, and experienced. That time he was stretched thin and broke out in cold sweats. Even with Liuli's help, He also almost had his throat cut within twenty breaths.

Although he has now entered the spiritual realm, there is also a clear distinction between spiritual realms.

With the first move of the sword, the suffocating pressure suddenly tightened on Pei Ye's heart, too fast! Too strong!

The man in black clothes was in front of him for a moment. It was no longer the leisurely stroll when he tried the sword. This was a life and death battle. Only Pei Ye could really see this unparalleled sharpness in the world!

He still couldn't catch such sword light. The white light only flashed away in his field of vision. The next moment, the cyan color that flooded his eyes surged in, straight, powerful, and stunning - "The Sword Covers the Bright Moon"·[A Rainbow Hanging in the Blue Sky] !

Zhang Lingwen had used this sword on the sword platform the day before yesterday, and now it was as if it had been reborn, transformed from a mortal to an immortal in one step, and turned into a real rainbow in the blue sky.

Of course, Pei Ye still couldn't take such a sword, and the huge gap in swordsmanship came to him again - you stepped into the spiritual realm, understood the essence of the moves, and erased the gaps between the moves. Then, what do you do next? What about using moves and responding to moves?

The ‘spiritual’ realm is a realm where there are no moves. To put it another way, it is also a realm where everyone can move.

The old man had obviously already reached its peak.

Pei Ye lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, his energy already stretched to the extreme. He took three steps back and drew his sword forward at the same time. [Shi Ye] had just enough time to block the opponent's sword light, but after three "dings", he lost control and became messy. The ground clings to the blue light, as chaotic as leaves blown away by sword energy.

Without Liuli and Ming Qitian, he would have lost the momentum in the first move!

Qu Zhuting pressed forward with his sword. Compared with the young man's reluctance, the light of his sword turned like running water. Pei Ye gritted his teeth and controlled the sword, but the Xuanyi unfolded in front of him blocked his vision.

The old man's cold flat eyes came to him. He twisted his wrist and turned the sword blade. The green light suddenly turned into a brighter and more intense white!

Killing intent exploded in front of Pei Ye.

——"White Rainbow Chapter"·[Guanri]

The old man had obviously mastered the samadhi. Compared to Yan Caiyue's rough and squandering sword fight, he suddenly struck five feet in front of Pei Ye.

There was no prelude or delay. A bright white rainbow suddenly exploded between the two swords. "Nie Zheng stabbed the Han puppet, and the white rainbow penetrated the sun." This should be a killing sword with one blow!

It was too fast, and it couldn't be blocked. When he was in the Sutra Library, he could only use his intuition to block the sword light coming from the old man, and then he was driven back with a collapsed sword force and internal injuries.

Now the suffocating blazing light has illuminated his face, and his forehead hair is flying in all directions. Pei Ye almost knows what kind of situation he is in.

The familiar black robe, the familiar empty space, two people, two swords, this is just a bigger soul-stealing bead.

There is nothing to help you. Those relatives, friends, helping hands, and foreign objects are all gone. Only you and the sword in your hand have no way to turn around to face such a powerful enemy.

He has experienced such loneliness and despair hundreds of times.

Each of them tried their best, but in the end they could only be defeated by this black robe that would never die.

Pei Ye raised her light brown eyes and did not return to block with her sword.

He flashed his chest in front of the old man's sword. The sword with the edge was finally firmly controlled by him, and a brighter blazing white appeared in the blazing white!

An unimaginable and miraculous exchange of moves, sun after sun, the true energy annihilated each other in an instant, the two swords wiped out the most intense screams, Qu Zhu felt that the power on the sword was taken over, and the two swords Almost indistinguishable.

Qu Zhu's swords separated immediately. This was really "the long sword leaving its scabbard and the clouds leaving the moon". The sword light that was bright as day just now suddenly became cold and misty, and there was a little moist pine light in the mist. It was the cold Murderous intent.

Everyone would be astonished by the amazingness of this change of move. A cold "Pine Growing in the Mist" floated out from the two strong swords like the blazing sun.

This sword was aimed at the throat accurately and ghostly, but at an earlier moment, the daylight on the young man's sword had been annihilated.

As if he was preparing to be there, in the clouds and mist of the old man's sword movement, he also gave birth to a strangely fast, sudden, and extremely reasonable sword light, like the shadow of a bird flitting out of the clouds.

The sword "dinged" on the tip of Qu Zhu's sword, and the light sound was like a pine bead falling to the ground.

For the first time, Qu Zhu's sword posture fell into a slight deviation. This deflection immediately turned into a deflection, but to adjust the sword posture, there was a gap, even if it was just a trace.

A familiar and silent trick.

With the extremely brisk sword light, quickly and quickly, the skylark passed over the water and had already picked out a twisted colorful scale.

In this slight gap, the sword had already penetrated Qu Zhukong's door. Qu Zhu paused his breath, choked the sword, and flew back. The sword still brought up a string of bright red blood beads on his collarbone.

Pei Ye didn't stop at all, and his killing intent suddenly became strong with his next sword. Fierce fire burned out in the gentle coolness. The water mist turned into a waterfall, and the straight sword light went straight to his heart. Qu Zhu finally retracted his sword and turned around, but when he stopped him with his horizontal sword. When he saw the light of the sword, he realized that the point pointed by the sword's edge had always been the weakest point of the horizontal sword.

Qu Zhu suddenly narrowed his pupils and twisted his sword. Pei Ye's strong sword light arrived at the same time. The two forces collided at this moment. A clear golden sound resounded through the space. Qu Zhu's sword broke and he let go.

Pei Ye's arm was also tilted. He took two steps back, forcibly grasped the trembling hilt of the sword, raised his eyes and pursed his lips to look at the black robe about a foot away.

"Yellow Jade". A sword he had not yet finished learning was now flowing out of his hands with such familiarity, but this was hardly his temperament. It has a deeper understanding and more stable sword moves, but it lacks a lot of aura, and there is no "Feng Yao Chapter" connected to it. Bai Yuliang's sword.

What a bright and beautiful move [Pull Out the Sun's Feathers], just like a handsome oriole flying straight towards the sun - now you are not facing an enemy that will never die.

Pei Ye gently waved the sword in his hand, tensed his mind again, and watched Qu Zhu on the other side pick a new sword from the air.

He knew he had won the first round.

There are still a thousand rounds to go.

On the carriage driving from Kongtong to Fucheng, Pei Ye once curiously asked the woman: "Miss Ming, how can swordsmen in the 'spiritual' realm differentiate between superior and inferior?"

"We have said that the core of the 'Spirit' realm is the understanding of the sword. You can think of it this way: Just like playing chess, the 'Humbling Realm' means making perfect moves and polishing every move you make. It's the phase, the general is the general, and the strokes are never lopsided; in the 'spirit' state, you begin to understand the rules of the sword, you know how to use the sword, know how to move each chess piece, and start to change."

"Variety?"

“A horse can turn into a cart, and a pawn crossing a river can turn backwards.”

"Is this okay?"

"As long as you can do it."

"."

"So when you reach the 'Spirit' realm, you have the basic qualities to compete with any swordsman, but it is still a vast realm. As I just said, if you understand deeply and use it well, you can stand In a higher place in the 'spirit' realm."

"That actually has something to do with the number of chess pieces."

"right."

Pei Ye thought thoughtfully: "So, the basis for all changes of a spiritual swordsman is the sword moves he has learned."

"nature."

"Well, Miss Ming, can you play chess?"

"I haven't had sex with anyone yet."

"I'll join you next time!"

"good."

How can you beat someone who has already passed the peak of the spiritual realm in sword moves?

The sword moves he has learned are vast, and the thinking when changing moves is mysterious and profound. It is the accumulation of forty years of immersion in the art of swordsmanship. For countless swordsmen, even if such a sword is clearly disassembled in front of them, few people will know it. Can penetrate.

If the spiritual realm is a competition of understanding of swords, then this black robe has obviously gone too far.

This sword fight is of course a fantasy. You are a newcomer to the spiritual realm. You know only a handful of sword moves, and your understanding of swords is just beginning. The opponent is an unfathomable sword master. Countless swordsmen have grown up under his guidance, and he can easily test out the depth of swordsmanship geniuses like Xiang, Cui, and Su.

If you are lucky enough to be able to defeat him with one and a half moves, he still has countless moves that can be connected to the back, but as long as he defeats you with one sword, you will slit your throat and die. How is it possible to win?

unless

You literally know all the sword moves he's learned.

Unless you only have to see it once, you will definitely be able to see through those wonderful ideas and ghostly variations.

Unless you have personally understood all the details of each sword, then you can really make no mistake in every move, and walk through a thousand rounds without making any mistakes while walking on the thin and tough steel on the abyss.

Of course he can.

As long as he experienced any sword move in detail like that, he would never lose at it again, right?

An unimaginably brilliant sword light suddenly erupted between the two of them.

Sword moves from all directions were freely swung in Qu Zhu's hands, and there were many exquisite sword turns. However, the young man only had a handful of "weapons". Occasionally, he could fly out a sword move from the soul-stealing bead in the aura. But his sword is so bright and magical.

He was completely aware of every move of the sword, and he knew every trap like a clear mirror. He had obviously never stood at such a height - except when facing the person in front of him.

The two people's sword lights criss-crossed, and they exchanged swords without giving up in the slightest moment between life and death. The sword blades kept illuminating the old and young faces and then left in an instant. Every second was wonderful and wonderful, and every second was filled with murderous intent. .

Qu Zhu's sword was simply too powerful. Here, for the first time, he unleashed all his swordsmanship without any scruples. There was no longer any respite like he had after the first round, and his stormy offensive was like a death blow.

Within a few breaths, a long sword was shattered, but in the next moment, he picked another one out of the air, and followed the sword move without any hesitation. The snow blade and Xuan Yi moved towards the young man in front of him like a mountain. Pressing down, his eyes were calm, but his attack was like a crazy angry dragon.

But Pei Ye's sword could break through it within a fraction of a second.

Horizontal sword, stabbing sword, sword setting, sword changing. It is exquisite and rigorous.

Qu Zhu's swords come from all over Longdi, mediocre and sublime; righteous and strange; gentle and violent. When a master of swordsman has so many "chess pieces", his fighting moves will be the same. A nightmare.

However, Pei Ye has seen every move.

This was not the first time that he stood opposite this black robe, and those swords came like a rainstorm. Sometimes he was Cheng Jianghong, sometimes he was Bai Yuliang, sometimes he was Ji Feng, and sometimes he was Zhang Meiqing.

"Jade Jade Sword" [Bringing a Branch to a Banquet] "White Rainbow Chapter" and "Fengshan Ming". But more often than not, he is a complete stranger. His identity, appearance, and origin are all unclear. The only thing he remembers is Before that body died, it erupted with the most brilliant sword light in its life.

It's in front of you now.

He had seen how it was used and knew how to break it.

One after another sword light exploded and disappeared, Qingyi Xuanyi crisscrossed back and forth, the ground was littered with broken swords for several feet, and the bodies of the two men were covered with dripping blood marks.

They skillfully play swordsmanship, and they are not shy about brutally changing injuries. No one here is physically stronger. This is a true decision of state of mind.

Gradually they began to pant and become sluggish. However, hundreds of thousands of people passed by and Qu Zhu never had the upper hand.

Every sword fight with all his strength was resolved and cut off. He had picked off nearly a thousand swords from the air, but the young man in front of him still had the same sword from the beginning.

Silent, calm, bright, wonderful and insightful.

Until the end, Qu Zhu could not break through this sky-like sword. As the thousandth long sword broke and fell to the ground, Qu Zhu seemed to have returned to the past thirty years.

It is the third part of "Snowfall" that can never be understood, it is the tomb of stars that cannot be understood or removed, and it is the vaguely manipulating fingers in the sky of Huansi Tower. He sometimes thinks that he has stepped over them - or at least The first one has been crossed.

But now that feeling of insurmountability looms in front of me again.

sword.

Pei Ye had already crossed the boundary between the two worlds. At this moment, he stood under the high wind and cold sky, panting and raising his sword and looking at the black robe in front of him. If he had experienced the most tense and difficult scene so far in the Sutra Library, Sword fighting is now a series of two hundred such battles.

By breaking through a thousand swords like this, he almost reached his limit.

Qu Zhu leaned tiredly under the snowy boulder, looking at the young man with his eyes, and said in a weak and light voice: "Sometimes I think you can definitely think of it. But sometimes I think you don't look that smart."

Pei Ye quietly lowered his eyes: "I've been thinking about it since you used [Sun-Chasing Shadow] in the Sutra Library."

Qu Zhu nodded and sighed: "Those three battles with you were really the biggest failure in twenty years."

Of course Pei Ye always remembered it.

Why would he use [Chasing Sun Super Shadow]? Why would the same person's sword skills be different after twenty years? Why is he aging so prematurely at the age of fifty?

Why has he been bound to Huanshenglou for twenty years, and why does he not care whether he gets [Daliang] or not.

Why did he think so hard about "how the sword's intention can be condensed but not released" in the notebook many years ago, but later he no longer had any doubts.

Because he had already solved it.

Perhaps when he was seriously injured and leaning on the cliff in the snowy valley, this man who had experienced ups and downs was thinking that if Huansilou came first, he would choose that path.

Huansi Tower needs swordsmanship, and [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] needs hundreds or thousands of swords to fill it. Time is too late and the number is not enough. They need something like the Soul Seizing Pearl. Qu Zhu took out such a thing for them.

The collected beads are not only food for the stegosaurus to fill itself with, but also a way for men to learn swordsmanship.

When Pei Ye first looked at the bead in Kongtong, he realized that this was the most efficient way to practice swordsmanship, with all the details being meticulous. But he thought at that time that this kind of self-realization was not enough because of the lack of external perspective, and this method could not transcend the limitations of Jianfu.

But last night, he suddenly understood - the opponent of the swordsman in those beads was actually this black robe.

When Qu Zhu was refining those beads, he used himself as the shadow in them, and used his own person and sword as a blank slate to imprint the swordsman's swordsmanship in detail. Then when he looked into them again and replaced the swordsman, What will happen?

Inside and outside, front and back, the whole battle was his own.

This is the real way to learn swordsmanship, a sword art is completely copied in the mind by two Quzhu. This genius has shown him this kind of magical aura and firm execution countless times.

This is of course useful.

When you have learned nearly a thousand swords.

Because 27 years ago, when everything had not yet broken out and the previous generation of Hushan Sword Sect had not yet determined the successor of the head, the young and proud man went to the foot of Tianshan Mountain and listened to a sword lecture by someone from Yunlang Mountain.

At that time, he was about to learn the second style of "Bengxue" and was optimistic about the future. After returning, he was in a good mood. According to the agreement with his junior brother, he brought back a pair of engraved knives and swords.

That time, Yunlang Mountain taught a somewhat useless sword achievement, which was more inspiring than practical, and not many people remembered it later. More than 20 years later, when Ming Qitian went to Tianshan to ask about swordsmanship, Shang Yunning, who had read a lot of books, had never heard of the name of this article.

It is called "On the Sword Fu of Three Thousand People".

When Pei Ye put on his coat in the cool autumn night and walked down the dim wooden ladder with his sword, he realized that he would have to face the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] once.

Watching a thousand swords in half a day was the miracle he prepared for this battle.

So at this time, of course, he also knew what he would face next.

Pei Ye tightened the hilt of the sword little by little. The old man leaning against the stone slowly raised his hand and picked up his last sword from the air.

The sky suddenly began to snow.

White, large pieces of flowers born in the air began to fall into this world. The old man looked at him quietly. The thousand broken swords on the ground began to lose their reflection of light.

The whole world was getting darker, the sky was covered with gray clouds, the peaks were dark, the wind and snow fell, Qu Zhu slowly propped up his body from the stone, and the whole person had fallen to the lowest point with this world.

A thousand sword defeats.

When the young man defeated him again and again, he never defeated him, but made him look back more and more on his life in the past thirty years.

One after another, the highest sky, one after another, the desperate natural chasms.

His people have been suppressed for thirty years, and his sword has been clumsy for thirty years.

This is the height he climbed with a thousand swords. How can the sword intention be condensed and not released? He has completed this interpretation with his life.

Who knows the sword intention of [Darkness and Brightness] better than him?

In the dark sky and the dark earth, the sword that was picked up by countless soul beads finally appeared in the world. This is of course the highest achievement of his sword. This sword that took thirty years of life to forge has almost deviated from the original appearance of the sword style itself.

"Bengxue Chapter", the third style.

In the darkness of all directions, countless dark sword pieces on the ground suddenly began to light up with sharp spots of light.

Even if the sword is defeated a thousand times, what does it count?

How many times has he accomplished the impossible.

Climb the ladder, pick the sword, revenge, rebuild his reputation, and face Xijun!

The broken sword suddenly burst out with unimaginable brightness. Every time the sword is broken and defeated, it is just a dark process. Isn’t this the path he has walked?

No matter how cruel the hardships and how huge the shadows are, he will penetrate them completely sooner or later!

The blazing white light illuminated the whole world in an instant!

Meng Li had used this sword on a rainy night in Bowang, and Pei Ye had seen it with his own eyes, but the old man broke it casually.

Of course, because of this sword, he was like an ignorant child in front of the old man.

For the first time, Pei Ye realized that there was such a huge difference between the sword meaning that he had climbed up step by step in his life and the same sword style that a genius had comprehended casually.

The last time he felt this kind of overwhelming feeling was when he watched Ji Changyun's [Sword Sea Chapter] on the pine platform. It was also something that a swordsman had worked hard for more than ten years, but now this sword was even better.

The world built by Xiting and Xianzhao was submerged, the peak of Xianque and the purple forest and dark sky all disappeared from the sight, and everything was filled with bright white light. If [Sword Sea Chapter] was a sea that came from the mountains, this sword was a light that fell from the sky.

He couldn't even tell the direction or see the way back. In an instant, the whole world was submerged. And it was so blazing and sharp, like thousands of sword blades gathered together.

Pei Ye was riddled with holes in an instant.

The light penetrated through his body, cutting his skin, destroying his face, piercing his eardrums, and blinding his eyes. In an instant, the boy became a bloody man.

Yes, he didn't have "Sword Strategy", and he couldn't do anything like the immortal Ming Jianzhu who poured a cup of wine and put the whole world in.

He was like a toddler many times on the road of "sword". Breaking the old man's one thousand sword techniques and responding to 100,000 sword moves without error was a complete miracle.

When Jian Zheng came to the realm of "intention", to the world where the old man really stood, he had to face such a desperate situation.

Although Qu Zhu could be affected by them countless times with your two snow swords, he broke out of them on the rainy night of Bowang.

But how can you face this brightness that floods the world?

In the light that illuminates the world, the young man standing still with a sword is like a shadow that will soon disappear.

He did not use any swords of will, and he did not have more swords of will.

But there is actually another way to break the state of mind.

Even if you are not in the state of "will" and cannot use those wills as weapons at will, you can try to break it with an ordinary sword.

Just like what he did to Shang Huaitong on the Bowang Arena.

Pei Ye could no longer see anything. Only the infinite light and sharpness were destroying his body. In such a powerful and irresistible brightness, he gently raised his sword and pointed at the remaining darkness behind him.

I choose, darkness.

The world seemed quiet for a moment.

The shadow supported by this body was fixed like this, and all the light stopped. Then, in the silence, this darkness spread the real world, the light was wiped away, and this artistic conception that submerged the world began to dissolve little by little.

In this artistic conception.

If "bright" is the bloom that you have touched after thirty years of searching, then "dark" is the sword intention left for me, it comes to my sword so intimately.

Pei Ye had made his choice long ago.

On the desperate cliff of Jianfu Mountain, watching the blood-stained figure of the woman being swallowed by the sword dragon, he shouted angrily to the will of Jiutian, "Get out!"

Put him under the cliff of the snow valley, he would only spit coldly at the purple gold play face that came.

People don't have to cross every bump. Pei Ye had never been so clear-minded before.

He tried his best, but it didn't matter if he didn't succeed in the end.

The young man, whose body was almost completely destroyed, looked ahead quietly. In the past few days, he sometimes forgot the elusive state of mind. At this moment, he was so calm again.

In front of him, Qu Zhu stood stiffly with a sword. In the four directions of heaven and earth, the light slowly dissipated, and the world built by the Immortal Edict West Court appeared again.

The old man's expression was not surprised or painful. Perhaps he had thought of this scene a long time ago, but he was indeed rare to be silent at this time.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "So, this is the price you have to pay."

Yes, a noble price.

If there was no advance help from Qu Zhu in Jianfu Mountain, perhaps the white-clothed Xi would really die.

Now in his state of mind, he chose obscurity. He lost the ability to fight back and was destroyed and became a useless person.

Even today, when he walked into the Jade Sword Pavilion with the Jade Tiger, the young man also chose a path of self-destruction.

Qu Zhu walked towards him with a sword in hand, swaying slightly. The backlash of [Huiming] affected him, but he was still able to draw his sword.

This is the path after choosing "Ming". As long as you are willing to give up something, you can always hold your sword tightly.

As long as you are strong enough, you can stand to the end and kill your enemies.

It was a miracle that the boy on the opposite side could continue to stand. He had indeed lost the ability to draw his sword.

However, Pei Ye was just quiet.

When Qu Zhu walked three feet around him with his sword in hand, he suddenly stopped stiffly.

He felt his trembling body, his broken low gasp, his near death, and at the same time, he felt. An irresistible state.

The whole person was reflected through without any leakage. This was not a piercing illumination, but a clear reflection. The whole person and the whole mind became transparent.

Pei Ye slowly raised his head. He could not hear or see, but he looked at the old man in front of him so accurately, as if nothing could escape him.

Pei Ye suddenly knew what he had touched in the Mingjing Bingjian, and lost vaguely after leaving it.

How could you touch it on the first sword book that everyone is looking forward to?

Of course, you can only take the sword and step into the Jade Sword Pavilion.

Abandoning everything and standing in front of this powerful old man, you are of course infinitely likely to be killed by him.

But for the host of the Zhaotu, is there a more suitable destination than dying in Xitingxin?

Compared to using any means to survive, the young man may want to block the door to the arrival of the immortal so firmly.

Or you may also kill him.

Then if there is no truth, you are a traitor and an assassin; if there is the truth, in the current court and rivers and lakes, what kind of taboo is it to lynch a governor?

Yunlangshan may be able to save your life, but Pei Ye did not contact the woman.

Just as he did not tell Li Piaoqing, did not tell Zhang Xiaozhu, did not tell anyone, and walked into the Jade Sword Pavilion alone with a sword.

Because he suddenly realized so clearly that when he helped his friends over and over again, not wanting to lose any of them, and tried hard, even angrily, to tell them the importance of "friends"... they actually taught him "loneliness" in return.

Li Piaoqing would leave him and stay in Bowang, Zhang Junxue would step onto the arena where he couldn't win alone, and Yang Yan would decide to reject Tianshan and go to the rivers and lakes alone

Everyone has a road that must be walked alone.

It is this that anchors me to be who I am.

Pei Ye slowly raised the long sword in his hand and held it horizontally in front of his eyes. He no longer had eyes, and he clearly saw the face waiting to meet in the sword again.

It was a pair of narrow, sharp, bright eyes, looking over coldly, but it seemed to show a smile. This smile was really charming, but the next moment this charm turned into an ugly demon with blood dripping. That was his own face.

Your true pride has never come from fame or sword talent, Pei Ye.

What you are proud of is holding the sword in your own hands.

With the sword in your hand, how can your heart be unjust?

The body of Qu Zhu standing stiffly in front of him began to turn into a transparent jade mirror, and the missing shadow in it was so obvious. Pei Ye knew about its existence earlier, which was also the reason and goal for him to take up the sword and climb the pavilion.

In the rainy night of Bowang, Li Piaoqing had a moment of eye contact with the black robe that was unobstructed. The quail-headed heart candle shone into it, but the feedback was not impeccable brightness, but a handsome young man in the ice and snow who threw his sword in anger because he could not learn the sword moves.

Forty years have passed.

The sword is still the poisonous flame in his heart.

Qu Zhu's heart voice rose in the clear world. Isn't it a compromise to make up for the sword talent in this way?

Qu Zhu stood still, still holding the sword in his hand. Maybe he could make many more swords, but at this time he couldn't move at all.

The sword fight reached a higher level.

The peak of the Immortal Palace, the white mist of the purple forest, all melted away.

Starting from the feet of the young man, the stone soil turned into clear glass, the white mist and wind and snow disappeared, and the peak of the purple forest was also wiped away. The essence of the world is changing, and everything has become a completely pure and clear state.

The ice surface is like glass.

Clear, quiet, and vast. It's like carrying a lonely dream across a layer of thin ice, and below is cold and clear still water. Pei Ye himself seems to be carved from fine ice jade, with skin, hair, bones and blood, without any cover or shadow, everything is transparent in this world.

The young man's body remained motionless, and he slowly sheathed his sword. Then the ice jade of the whole world began to shatter, and the shadow on the chest of the old man in front of him suddenly shattered.

Qu Zhu's body was stiff, and he knelt on the ground as if he was suffocating, and his whole body was covered with fine lines like shattering.

This is the third style of "Snowy Night Flying Goose Sword Style".

Heart Sword [Impressive Ice Sky Reflects Me]

The last long sword in Qu Zhu's hand began to shatter and turned into silver-white flying ash. He knelt on the ground trembling all over, unable to move.

Yes, no matter how brightly he burned the candle sword, the dark heart poison called "sword" had indeed been stubbornly deposited underneath.

Sword moves, sword intentions, sword heart.

Now he has lost everything to the young man in front of him.

The young man's terrible body slowly staggered in front of him and knelt down beside him with some staggers.

".Sir Sui." He replied hoarsely, "The book says that if we have different opinions, we cannot make plans together."

Qu Zhu raised his head with difficulty, but he forced a smile, and this action caused his body to shatter and dissipate.

The body of the mind shattered and scattered in an instant, and Xitingxin and the Immortal Monarch Map suddenly underwent extremely drastic changes, but Pei Ye did not stay here any longer, and he returned to his body.

It was still in front of the hall of the Jade Sword Pavilion. All kinds of struggles were just a moment. The majestic old man in black clothes stood stiffly in front of him. He was still alive, but he could do nothing.

The restlessness around was still heard, "Who are you?" "Who are you?" Countless chaotic questions mixed into a noise.

But they were cut off at this time, that was the silence caused by the onlooker's heart sword.

Pei Ye looked at the face in front of him quietly. Yu Hu pierced his heart with a sword, and nailed him to the pillar with hot blood splashing. Then he grabbed the man's hair to expose his throat and pulled the sharp bronze sparrow plate from his waist.

Perhaps the severe pain awakened some of the old man's consciousness. He suddenly squeezed out a faint hoarse voice from his throat: "Pei Ye."

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"If there must be such a "savior", then he should get it in this way." The voice floated, "From today on, if there is still one person in the world who recognizes Qu Zhu, it is only you."

Pei Ye paused for a moment, pursed his lips, raised his arm and made a strong stroke, cutting off the strong neck.

No one reacted. They only saw the two people looking at each other. Countless people were still immersed in the Liuli Sword Realm just now and couldn't extricate themselves. Suddenly, unimaginable blood spurted out.

Even Xuanmen froze with coldness in front of this scene, and couldn't find his body for a moment.

In the strange and complete silence of the whole place, the young man in front of the hall turned around, with hot blood flowing from his forehead and face. He glanced at the people in the hall in blue and purple clothes in a cold and silent manner, and raised his hand to throw the bronze sparrow token into the sword field.

The sharp edge "snapped" into the ground, and the pendant knocked crisply, and the young man answered in a hoarse voice:

"Feng Huai, Pei Ye."

Everyone seemed to be in a dream, with the name hanging high in the first column of the golden painting, and the brilliant morning light sprinkled on it, like dyeing gold.

On the sword field, bright blood flowed from the edge of the bronze sparrow token, spreading to the unique copper sheet strung with ropes, and gradually stained the line of words written with strong brushstrokes.

[Who would believe if I hadn't seen where he was? Now I can show my name and where he is]