The Path Toward Heaven

The sword illuminated the world on the cloud.

Nanzheng saw the suspended mountain in the night sky and knew that it was Yuntai.

She should have been familiar with this hanging mountain, because she had been to many times in these years, but she saw Zhenrong for the first time tonight.

She knew it was probably the last time she saw it.

The sword light that fell through the sky cut to the suspended mountain.

When foreign enemies come in, the formation in Yuntai has already been fully activated. At this time, when encountering this sword light, a reaction occurs automatically, but it cannot stop for a moment.

Accompanied by an unimaginable humming, the Peak Hall was chopped into two pieces by the sword light, and turned into countless wood chips and gravel.

That hall is the place where Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue used to go. The winners of the Four Sea Banquet will receive the reception and rewards of Xi Wangsun every year.

It is conceivable that no matter whether there will be a four sea feast after tonight, many things will change irreversibly.

The sword light cut open the hall and continued down, deep into the mountain, accompanied by extremely harsh sounds of friction and cutting, a straight crack appeared between the cliffs, and innumerable gravel and smoke sprayed from it.

The temples and formations in the suspended mountains are broken by the sword light, as fragile as glazed glass.

The sound of friction and cutting became more and more harsh, extremely unpleasant, and then gradually lowered, just like the real dragon was screaming.

The crack was getting deeper and deeper, countless sand and stones falling towards the sea surface, the suspended mountain gradually turned into two halves, crumbling.

All this happened in a very short time.

The fugitive dust from Yuntai was full of fugitives, and the shouts of fear and the screams of injuries rang from the mountains.

The disciples of Qingshan and other practitioners in the night sky were shocked and speechless.

The most shocking thing is to help the disciples of Xihai, led by Tonglu.

They looked pale and looked at the picture in front of them, thinking what Master would do, would he want to destroy the gimbal themselves!

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Yuntai is the center of the Xihai Sword School and the most important step to set foot on the rising continent.

Does the Xihai Sword God personally destroy the Yuntai, what does it represent?

Nan Zheng didn't think about it, because everyone, including her, was attracted by another picture.

She looked somewhere in the night sky with an extremely complex emotion and murmured, "Master ..."

There was a rope hanging from high in the sky, and a man was bound at the end.

Xi Wangsun swayed gently in the sea breeze, just like a ruler falling from a tree branch, knowing that he was not far from death.

Of course, it can be said that he was like a hangman at this time.

The alias of Geomancy is Hanging Ghost.

The sword light was magnificent, the front was very light, so invisible that it was like a breeze.

When Jianguang cut open the gimbal, the front end slid silently in the night sky.

The breeze fell on the Sun King.

There was a faint smile on Xi Wangsun's face.

The next moment, his smile was cut in half.

Because his face was cut in half.

Then his body turned into two halves.

West King Sun is dead.

His two bodies fell towards the surface of the sea, some like a cloud head being separated, more like a disconnected kite.

Even if he raises Yuan Ying and Jian Gui, they are all dead together under this pathetic sword light.

Many more died with him.

For example, Nanzheng's loyalty to Bu Lao Lin, such as Tonglu's pride.

\\ u0010 So he stood against the sword in the night sky, and she trembling on the top of the mountain, failed to hear the loud voice that rang in the night sky.

That was the voice of the sword **** of the West Sea.

He seemed to be saying that he was negligent, and let the door out of so many scums of Sun King and Yuntai disciples. He apologized and cleaned the portal himself.

He ordered the disciples of the Xihai Sword to come to the island to return to the island as many times as possible, and he was not allowed to stay here.

After speaking, the voice of the sword **** of the West Sea disappeared, and the sword light also went away.

The disciples of the Xihai Sword sent by Yu Jian in the air looked at each other, feeling very struggling. In the end, they did not dare to disobey the order of the head and were forcibly taken away by the two elders in the field.

Tonglu stayed, and he stood on Feijian, looking pale, looking pitiful.

The gimbal was completely separated, more cliffs fell, the formation was completely damaged, and there were no intact buildings.

The disciples and deacons of the West Sea who stayed in the mountains despaired and yelled in disgust, and cried in the meantime.

The formation method is disabled, and they will naturally not stay in the Yuntai waiting to die, and they will rise up with their swords. For a time, more than one hundred sword lights have left the cliff to illuminate the night sky.

Looking at this scene, listening to the cry from afar, Bu Qiuxiao sighed and said to Cheng Youtian: "The survivor still tries to keep it safe."

Cheng Youtian raised his right hand and said, "I also hope they can calm down."

With his gestures, hundreds of Jianguang and magical instruments went towards the gimbal, occupying all the space instantly, and soon met the hundreds of Jianguang.

Crossing the Nanshan Mountain is the first disciple of Qingshan Mountain, and the realm is high.

The blue sea sword under his feet did not know whether it was the cause of a repair. The blue sword light brought out was mixed with a touch of gold.

Suddenly, he saw a certain picture, his expression changed slightly, and he flew towards somewhere.

There were a few Jianguangs flying from the cloud platform, but they didn't think about how to escape, but flew madly towards the night sky where Tonglu was located, obviously wanting to be against him.

At this time, Piansheng Tonglu was like crazy, standing on the sword in despair, and found no danger at all.

And from Nanshan's point of view, even if he finds it, he won't hide.

Guo Nanshan flew in front of Tonglu at the fastest speed, blocking the attacks.

The Xihai disciples looked at Tonglu with resentful eyes, and did not try again. They flew to the distance, but did not go far, and were surrounded by more than ten swords.

There were kills, swords and screams everywhere in the night sky.

Passing Nanshan, standing on the sword, watching Tonglu sing in a loud voice, "You are more awake! Tonight is already the best result!"

Tonglu's face was pale ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The hair wet with seawater looked like a withered willow leaf and looked at him and said, "When we participated in the Dao war that year, we ate roast sheep, drank wine, and talked All night, only I was a fool, and you kept hiding from me. It turned out that we were dealing with the West Sea. "

Guo Nanshan could not bear to say, "We are hiding from you because you are a disciple from the West Sea, but we never want to deal with it, but not Lao Lin."

Tonglu said with a quivering voice: "What's the difference? Xihai is Bu Lao Lin ... Do you think that Master respected his old man and beheaded Uncle and destroyed Yuntai, and the world would think that these were uncle's sins and had nothing to do with Xihai sword school? "

After a moment of silence in Nanshan, he said, "At least now everyone can only think so."

"But I don't think so!"

Tonglu suddenly shouted angrily: "We said a lot of things that year, the most important thing was not to do self-deception!"

Guo Nanshan took a deep look at him, said nothing, and left the sword.