Yun Qingbai was too proud, he couldn't bear to be confronted with kendo by himself during the kendo duel.

Therefore, at the last moment, I want to retaliate, use the innate power of plundering myself as the source, kill myself and sacrifice to the sword, and destroy myself.

Unfortunately, he was wrong!

Yun Qingbai was afraid that he would never have imagined that when his body refinement and cultivation broke through to be promoted to the king realm, he also transformed with his original spiritual veins, producing a real innate supernatural power——

The great abyss swallows the sky!

This is the name of the source spiritual vein, but at the same time, it is also the name of a strange magical power born out of this innate power.

And Yun Qingbai's mistake is that he thinks that he can win his own talent and can use it to seek the ultimate swordsmanship, but he is destined to be unable to awaken his natural powers.

Because the Great Abyss swallows the sky, it does not belong to him after all.

Just like the vortex of swordsmanship in front of him, it has an incomparably powerful devouring power, but in Lin Xun's eyes, it is like a banquet with an axe!

rumbling~

Such as the tide of sword energy is coming, that power is enough to easily obliterate some peerless hegemons in the world.

But it couldn't contaminate Lin Xun.

This scene made Yun Qingbai's complexion even more ashen, and the originally incomparably firm Dao Heart was turbulent at this moment.

He doesn't believe it!

Not reconciled!

"This is impossible!"

Yun Qingbai's hair was disheveled, like crazy.

When he practiced for sixty years, a sword that gathered his whole life's efforts could not hurt even a single hair of the opponent's hair. For Yun Qingbai, this was simply a heavy blow that could not be repeated!

"This is called cocooning yourself. Your power does not belong to you after all, but you have always believed in it."

Lin Xun's expression became more and more dull.

"impossible!"

Yun Qingbai roared, at this moment, he no longer had the style of a peerless sword cultivator, and he seemed emotional and unstable.

"Impossible? Then I'll show you what the real Great Abyss is!"

Suddenly, Lin Xun's body glowed, and suddenly, a great abyss emerged, as big as an expanse, its depth was immeasurable, and there was a vision of the sky collapsing, floating and sinking in it.

Endless stars, annihilated in it!

In an instant, the kendo whirlpool seemed to stagnate, tumbling violently, with signs of collapse, buzzing and whining endlessly.

"Look, the power that you took away can only be bowed down in front of me, do you think it still belongs to you?"

Lin Xun's black hair fluttered, and his words were plain, but every word was like a heavy hammer, beating on Yun Qingbai's heart.

His expression changed drastically, he was angry and unwilling, the corners of his lips were bleeding, and his pupils stared at Lin Xun, still unacceptable.

The karma of a lifetime, but in the end it does not belong to oneself, that taste, just like the desire for this life, is like a mirror, enough to make any cultivator collapse!

puff!

In the end, Yun Qingbai coughed up blood and his expression darkened.

In the previous battle, he had been seriously injured, and now, he has concentrated his life's efforts in one sword, exhausting everything.

Suffering such a blow again at this moment makes his whole person show signs of impending collapse.

This is, to Lin Xun's surprise, just for a moment, Yun Qingbai's expression became calm again!

"Perhaps, this is retribution."

He took a deep breath, his waist still straight like a sword, just like his pride.

"No, this is not retribution, and I have never believed in retribution."

Lin Xun said categorically, "If there is really retribution, after you, Yun Qingbai, killed all the direct relatives of my Lin family, you should have been retributed and died, but in the end... you are still alive, and you live more dazzlingly than anyone else. Since then I know that there is no retribution in this world, so I only believe in myself!"

Yun Qingbai was stunned before he said, "Perhaps, what you said is right, the theory of retribution does not exist at all..."

He didn't know what happened in the past, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain, revealing a chilling hatred.

"Yes, there is no retribution..."

After a long time, Yun Qingbai murmured, he raised his hand and slammed into his chest, with a chirp, the skin opened and the flesh burst, and blood spurted out like spring water.

When he took out his palm, there was an extra gleaming spiritual vein, which was dipped in bright red blood.

"Do you think I'm greedy for your talent..." Yun Qingbai lowered his head, staring at the palm of his hand, his chest was broken open by himself, but he didn't seem to notice.

Only in his eyes, there is a gleam of pain.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Drops of blood fell from his chest and between his fingers. The scene was extremely bloody and infiltrating, and Lin Xun couldn't help frowning.

"Unfortunately, you are not me after all, and naturally I don't understand. I, Yun Qingbai, didn't even think about embarking on the path of cultivation at the beginning!"

When Yun Qingbai said this, his voice suddenly became excited and insane, as if he was venting the emotions that were suppressed in the deepest part of his heart.

Lin Xun looked indifferent.

He doesn't sympathize with the enemy, never.

Pfft!

Yun Qingbai seemed to be out of strength, but he couldn't hold back after all, and sat slumped in the void, only his waist and spine remained straight.

He raised his head, ignoring the bloody wound on his chest, and looked at Lin Xun, his expression became extremely complicated, as if relieved and self-deprecating: "I haven't lost my way like this for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would be in you. before."

"Do you regret it?" Lin asked.

Yun Qingbai shook his head: "I have acted in this life, and I have never regretted it, even now."

Speaking of this, he suddenly said in a serious tone, "Actually, we are all a kind of people, it's just that you have a choice, and I... don't have to..."

In the end, his expression was lost, and he sat there in a daze, as if recalling his past experiences.

"Back to you."

After a long time, Yun Qingbai raised his head with difficulty, spread out his palms, revealing the source of the source of the gleaming white light.

Lin Xuntan grabbed it and ingested it in his hand, but he didn't even look at it. With his palm and fingers, he crushed it and turned it into light rain.

Yun Qingbai was startled: "You killed me, didn't you just take this thing back?"

"In your eyes, this thing is like your avenue, which is indescribable, but for me, it is gone, and it will not harm my path!"

Lin Xun said indifferently, "When I decided to take revenge, I only had one thought, you Yun Qingbai... must die!"

Yun Qingbai laughed out loud, as if mocking himself.

"Thank you, you still have the patience to wait until now, can you grant me a small request before I die?" He looked up at Lin Xun.

Lin Xun was silent for a moment and said, "Speak."

Yun Qingbai seemed to be very pleased, and then an indescribable look of contempt, pride, and flying appeared between his eyebrows.

In a trance, he seemed to have regained the style of a peerless sword cultivator, and said word by word: "I only wish to die on your strongest blow!"

Lin Xun raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

"it is good!"

He agreed.

boom!

A mouthful of great abyss emerged, spreading into the void, with the breath of various avenues, floating and sinking in it, with unparalleled fighting power, gathered in it.

There is a will that belongs to Lin Xun, and it is imprinted in it!

Yun Qingbai looked up at this scene, with a look of obsession and admiration in his eyes, and a sigh came from his lips.

Die this way, when you can rest your eyes!

boom!

That big abyss can engulf the sky and sink into the sea of ​​​​stars.

At this moment, only Yun Qingbai was buried in it.

On the verge of death, in Yun Qingbai's mind, scenes from that year could not help but emerge——

...

It was winter, and it was snowing heavily.

The four-year-old village boy staggered, stepping on the snow, heading home.

It was too cold, and the boy in only a shabby, shabby padded jacket had his cheeks blue from the cold, his teeth chattering, and he quickened his pace.

Because I'll be home soon.

The mother must have already cooked the porridge, and the father should still be worried. After all, it takes a lot of money to make myself go to school.

The family was poor, and the boy knew from a young age, but no matter how poor, his parents never wronged him. This made him very sensible and obedient since he was a child, and he never wanted to let his parents worry about him.

But when he got home, the boy was stunned.

The courtyard was covered with a thick layer of white snow, but there were two bloodied corpses lying quietly on the snow, a man and a woman.

The man has a yellow face and thin skin, and his eyebrows are full of wind and frost. He is a hunter in the village.

In the stove, a pot of porridge had boiled, exuding a tempting aroma, but it could not hide the thick blood in the courtyard.

In the sky, heavy snow was fluttering, and for the first time, the boy felt that this winter was so cold.

"It really is a pair of natural sword bones, a rare sword-cultivating genius for thousands of years!"

A man in a gray robe appeared in front of the boy, hugged him, and rubbed his generous hand on him, his face full of smiles.

"Follow me, take you to practice and ask!"

The gray-robed man picked up the boy and strode forward. The boy looked blank and didn't say a word from beginning to end. He only had his eyes, staring at the fading courtyard.

In the courtyard, the snow was like silver and the blood was burning.

His parents, lying there forever...

...

At the age of nine, the boy had become the most famous sword-cultivation prodigy in Tongtian Jianzong.

"Where's the little bird, where is my little bird, who has seen it?"

On this day, the boy was mad, looking for a little sparrow, which was a sparrow he kept, very ordinary, just like him when he was four years old.

"It's just a flat-haired beast, don't let foreign objects affect your Kenshin."

The grey-robed man reappeared and declared with a grim expression, while in his hands, he casually held the corpse of a sparrow, shaking it in front of the boy's eyes.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and in his eyes, there was a flash of hatred that could not be concealed.

...

Thirteen years old.

The boy has grown into a teenager, showing a peerless edge that amazes the world.

"Huang Ying, bring your sword, let's go kill the demon."

The young man planned to go out, and told the maid as usual.

But this time, the voice of the maid Huang Ying was not heard for a long time.

The boy frowned, a little displeased, but after a while, he fell silent. He saw a corpse, which was placed upright in the courtyard.

The boy didn't say a word, stared at him, thinking of the little bird who was killed when he was nine years old, the heavy snow when he was four years old, and his parents lying on the bloody snow.

After that day, the young man discovered that no matter who he was in the Tongtian Sword Sect, whoever encountered him would never dare to contact him again.

Avoid yourself like the god of plague.

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