Because he wanted to cut off his memories and end his fate, Ximen Chuixue created a magical sword power of his own, which he called the World.

He wanted to use this sword to cut off the mortal world and transform himself into the purest sword cultivator.

In his opinion, he, Ximen Chuixue, should be a swordsman who lives for the sword, dies for the sword, and is devoted to the sword.

But at this moment, Ximen Chuixue realized that in addition to being a sword cultivator, he was also a human being of flesh and blood. He also had a wife, just as he felt homesick at this moment.

bite!

The magical power of swordsmanship collides with the Shura sword.

Countless scenes flashed across Ximen Chuixue's body. From the time when he was babbling, to the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, until he accompanied Liu Yi in training, until he came here to fight against the Wuji Demon Dao, the scenes were endlessly scrolling, forming unparalleled waves.

The sword intent rushes away.

The edge of the sword can hurt the body, but the intention of the sword can hurt the spirit!

This sword can kill the enemy to pieces and kill him.

When the two sword edges came into contact, Ximen Chuixue's figure suddenly appeared from the earthly sword edge. He seemed to have been hit by a comet that was running endlessly in the depths of the universe. He quickly retreated in the air, bleeding from his seven orifices, and blood sprayed out.

When he came out, his snow-white robe was dyed bright red, and it no longer looked like the cool and stern appearance of the clothes before.

And the Shura Sword controlled by the Great Demon King Bo Xun suddenly stopped high in the sky.

The Shura Sword trembled rapidly and kept buzzing.

Buzz buzz...

There is also a scene that appears within the light and shadow of the sword's edge.

Ximen Chuixue flew back in the air. He could no longer control his body. He just watched helplessly as the Shura Sword in front of him released streaks of sword blades. The sword blades were sharp and smooth, like blood-colored mirrors, with several figures appearing in them.

Very unclear, very messy, yet extremely clear picture.

He saw a sea of ​​blood, millions of miles in radius, made up of blood. The waves were turbulent, the waves were turbulent, and the boundless water of blood made huge waves.

There are men and women, floating in the sea of ​​blood. The men are ugly, and the women are extremely beautiful. Men and women are having sex in the sea, and they are extremely dissolute... Ximen Chuixue inherited the origin of the teacher, and he can recognize that this is the ancient time.

The Dao Lord was transformed into a sea of ​​blood by the Blood Sea Styx. As for those ugly men and beautiful women, they were a group created by the Blood Sea Styx, called the Shura clan.

Boom!

A voice suddenly sounded from Ximen Chuixue.

Three flowers appeared on the top of Ximen Chuixue's head, with golden light shining. Five colors of aura appeared on his chest, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. These were the five qi in his chest.

But when Ximen Chuixue waved his arm, a sword edge appeared, cutting off the three flowers on top of his head and the five qi in his chest!

The three flowers and five qi fell but did not disperse, turning into eight kinds of light, suspended in front of Ximen Chuixue, and gradually merged together, revealing a sword edge that shot towards the Shura Sword suspended in the distance.

At this moment, the Shura Sword slowly recovered from the influence of Ximen Chuixue's previous earthly swordsmanship and killed Ximen Chuixue again.

However, the murderous and bloody atmosphere on the sword's edge is no longer what it used to be.

"Fellow Taoist Ximen!"

Meng Chengshen roared in shock, and used the method of communication to transmit the scene recorded in the water mirror technique early, shouting: "Take this opportunity, you and I leave quickly, leaving Qingshan behind."

Don’t worry about running out of firewood! This wave of demon king Xun is an old demon who has been famous all over the world since ancient times. He is the number one master under the Sea of ​​Blood Styx. Fellow Taoist Ximen must not show off!"

Ximen Chuixue shook her head and stood in the air, unmoving.

At this moment, Meng Chengshen suddenly remembered that when he was in Hengshan, Liu Yi once said that if a swordsman carries a sword, he does not expect to win every battle, but only wants to draw his sword when fighting with others.

There is a chance of blood splattering on your hand within five steps, and you can fight to the death...

It seems that the pair of masters and disciples, Ximen Chuixue and Liu Yi, share the same true essence of swordsmanship without any deviation.

"well……"

Meng Chengshen let out a long sigh and thought: "Fellow Daoist Liu has a bad temper, and his disciples also have the same temper. As expected, birds of a feather flock together to form a flock!"

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Chengshen suddenly felt a little happy in his heart.

When he thought about it, he felt that he was very lucky to have become friends with the monks of Xuantian Sect. Looking back on these years, traveling around the world, he didn’t know how many people he had been deceived, and he didn’t know how many conspiracies he had witnessed. Meng Cheng

God has long since become extremely sophisticated and tactful, but the more sophisticated and tactful he becomes, the more he understands the value of sincerity and straightforwardness.

However, today Meng Chengshen knew that his cultivation career seemed to be coming to an end.

If the body is dead and cannot survive, it will naturally end and dust will return to dust.

In the eyes of Meng Chengshen, Ximen Chuixue had cut off the three flowers on his head and the five qi in his chest, as if he was going to fight to the death, and if he failed, he would become a benevolent person... When he thought about it, Ximen Chuixue was a Taoist with Tianzun's cultivation level.

There must be little hope of success, but great hope of success.

Little did he know that monks from Liu Yi's lineage were very familiar with cutting off the three flowers on top and the five qi in the chest. As for those who were cut off with three flowers and five qi, and were used by Liu Yi's master and disciples to practice, they were also famous.

The figures in the world are called the Twelve Heavenly Masters, and they are the disciples of the Yuanshi Cult Master. Several of them have already entered the gate of the great road, and the rest are all cultivated by the Heavenly Masters.

The more you cut, the more experience you will gain.

Just like Ximen Chuixue's method at the moment, cutting off three flowers and five kinds of energy is a method to stimulate potential, put it to death and survive.

When the three flowers and five qi turned into eight rays of light, forming a sword blade, Ximen Chuixue's eyes had turned gray, and then thirty thousand rays of rays of light were released from Ximen Chuixue's eyes, matching the sword formed by the three flowers and five qi.

The blades merged together and struck forward. During the flight, the sword blade became gleaming with black light and was as powerful as thunder.

The blade of the sword was as powerful as thunder, and the black light flashed.

Meng Chengshen took a closer look and saw that the brilliance was fleeting and he was already standing on the blade of the Shura Sword. The speed was several times that of the Shura Sword.

When the two swords collided, Meng Chengshen clearly saw that there was a rolling thunder appearing at the intersection of the two swords.

But at this moment, Ximen Chuixue's figure could no longer stand firm in the air. It was like a stone falling from the sky and falling towards the ground.

Rumble...

The thunder shook the earth.

Meng Chengshen Wuxia didn't care about the thunder or who would win or lose in the battle between the two swords. He just flew towards Ximen Chuixue and wanted to catch Ximen Chuixue who fell to the ground. Although he had not cultivated the golden light

The three flowers on the top and the five qi in the harmonious chest,

But he knows that the three flowers and five qi are extremely important to practitioners. Now that Ximen Chuixue has lost these two things, his vitality has been severely damaged. Except for the physical body that has been tempered for hundreds of thousands of years, there is not much left in his cultivation.

, not much stronger than the warriors in the mortal world.

"well!"

Meng Chengshen shook his head and sighed, controlling the wind and thunder to protect Ximen Chuixue who was about to fall to the ground. Only then did he have time to look into the sky, but he saw the thunder rolling, as black as ink, wrapping the Shura sword that swallowed up the heaven and earth in the edge of the sword.

among.

A cry of extreme horror rang out from the blade of the sword, "The end of ten thousand thunder! It is the end of ten thousand thunder. This thunder is the end of the thunder path in the world. How could you perform such a wonderful method! Even Xue

Lord Yu can only use

Coming out of the source of thousands of thunders, it only occupied the source of the thunder path, but never occupied the end of the thunder path... Do you think it was the old man Hongjun who joined forces with Lord Xueyu to do some shameful deeds?

Did you get the End of Ten Thousand Thunders out?"

Ximen Chuixue ignored him and only used Qigong to adjust his breath.

The crackling sound of thunder entangled around the Shura Sword, and the roar of the Great Demon King Bo Xun continued to come from the Shura Sword, but the voice became more and more confusing. It seemed that because of the appearance of the end of all thunder, Bo Xunda was

The Demon King was severely injured, and even Ximen Chuixue was not very clear as to why.

Ximen Chuixue only thought in his heart: "Although this wave of demon kings has not appeared between heaven and earth for many years, he actually recognized the End of Ten Thousand Thunders realized by the Master! Could it be that someone had already realized this thunder before the Master realized it?

Have you ever realized such magical powers?"

As soon as he thought about this, Ximen Chuixue immediately asked: "Why do you think this magical power of thunder is the source of all thunder?"

"Being bombarded by this thunder, I only feel that time and space within the thunder are extinguished, everything is dissipated, and the universe collapses. It is exactly the opposite of the mysterious power displayed by the source of all thunder. What is it if it is not the end of all thunder? Although I, the Great Demon King Bo Xun, have not

I have seen the End of Ten Thousand Thunders, and I have never heard anyone say that anyone has realized such thunder, but I, the Great Demon King Bo Xun, was beaten by the Source of Ten Thousand Thunders once in eternity ago!"

Bo Xun didn't try to be secretive, he actually spoke out and said: "Today, I fell under the peerless lightning method of the End of Ten Thousand Thunders, and I have no regrets! It's just that although I can't fight against Ten Thousand Thunders, I have no regrets."

The source of thunder, I cannot let you go, Ximen Chuixue! I can drink my hatred on the spot, but this Shura Sword still needs to be tempered with your sword skills. I can destroy you, but this sword cannot kill you!"

The tone of these words exuded an unabashed emotion of madness and insanity.

Boom!

The Shura Sword was wrapped in heavy black thunder and charged towards Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue has run out of gas and is unable to use any means.

Meng Chengshen was like a wooden leaf. Before the sword edge could strike, he was blown to death by the strong wind set off by the sword edge. The mana that had finally gathered in his body once again dissipated without a trace.

So he had no choice but to push Ximen Chuixue behind him, and stood in front of Ximen Chuixue alone. Without any fear, he aimed the Shura Sword head-on.

The speed of the sword is very slow, but Ximen Chuixue and Meng Chengshen no longer have the ability to dodge and resist.

The closer the sword flies, the clearer it becomes.

The light of the sword is thousands of feet long, but the actual body of the long sword is only three feet and eight inches, neither short nor long. It is almost the same as the sword hung by ordinary monks on their waists.

The word Shura is engraved on the spine of the sword, shining brightly.

The crackling black lightning covered the top and bottom of the long sword, flickering erratically. The thunder and lightning flashed like a flying dragon or snake.

"What a sword!"

Ximen Chuixue sighed in admiration, his tone sincere.

He raised his head with all his strength and looked at the bright lone star, which was the star he had carved for the sword. He looked up at the starry sky, with emotion on his face, and said: "Master taught me to calculate with fingers."

The magical powers and spells are indeed accurate. I will carve a star to ask for a sword. Come here.

When I came to this Wuji Demonic Way, I really encountered a famous sword, and this sword was indeed destined to me. It's a pity that I wasn't good at studying, and I only thought that this sword was destined to me, but I didn't calculate the real fate of me, Ximen Chuixue, with this sword.
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