The collapse of the spiritual world is accompanied by the sudden darkness, but even in the darkness, there is still a beam of light shining on yourself.

Everything around Cheng Zhiyuan was gone. He sat under that beam of light, like a puppet under the spotlight, looking lifeless. In his eyes, the green sword shone slowly upright, and a silver flowed from the tail of the sword.

Slide down toward the tip of the sword, emitting a dazzling and cold light.

His consciousness had long been in ignorance, but there were other sounds in the dark.

Another beam of light was projecting down from afar. It was a Confucian scholar. He was holding a pen in his hand, with a green wolf hair and a sword weapon. He only saw him slashing on the ground, and a plum blossom proudly rose from the ground.

rise.

"The pen turns into plum snow, without any vulgarity."

After he said that, he disappeared, and Cheng Zhiyuan responded quietly: "The pen is like plum snow, without any vulgarity."

The second beam of light was cast, and a heroic man stood on the side, carrying a big sword in his hand. If Cheng Zhiyuan was still conscious, he might be able to see the two words on the sword, marked "Gan Jiang".

"The sword raises the mountain and thunder, and the sky collapses thousands of miles away!"

Cheng Zhiyuan repeated it again, followed by the third light. This was a young man with a handsome face, a white towel tied to his head, a red robe and a white dress, and a broken sword in his hand.

"The box collects the world, and the weapons cut off all their might."

Three people, three words, and there seemed to be more figures in the darkness. They stood like puppets, they were speechless, they were silent, they were silent, they were silent, they were silent, they looked at everything that happened in front of them, including the one who inherited their reputation.

Juniors.

They used to talk about swordsmen.

There are great swordsmen, peerless masters, and unfamiliar people who die before they succeed. There are so many changes in the world. These swordsmen in the dark, even those who die in Huang Lizhiyuan are no less than

Twenty people.

But at this time, they all have a common identity.

Fairy!

They are also people who talk about swords!

Cheng Zhiyuan's puppet-like eyes suddenly became active. At this moment, he woke up from this collapsed dark world, suddenly joined together, and what he saw was a house that definitely did not belong to him.

My own shabby house had been shattered by sword energy, and even the windows were gone.

Cheng Zhiyuan got out of bed and kicked something. He looked down and saw that it was a money-losing guy, so he caught the guy's tail and threw it on his shoulder.

The little guy was woken up by this and was suddenly dissatisfied, but his body still consciously wrapped around Cheng Zhiyuan's neck, but his eyes were still drooping with eyelids. Only then did he know why this thing had eyelids, but he was the token of the emperor after all.

The relics of King Mu of Zhou must be different from those erotic and slutty snakes on earth.

There was a sound of weapons training outside the door. Cheng Zhiyuan had just woken up and his body was still a little weak, but the body of an immortal was different from that of an ordinary person. Even if it was actually a cursed body, it was very powerful compared to the physical body of a normal person who practiced.

She was catching a knife in white, and her back was heroic. When she felt someone looking at her behind her, she turned around and her eyes were as sharp as an angry eagle.

Especially when I saw Cheng Zhiyuan's face.

Buzz!

The sound of the knife trembled, and the girl in white grabbed the knife and turned around. Cheng Zhiyuan stared at her for a while, feeling that this face was a little familiar, but who it was, he couldn't remember.

"We've seen it before?"

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know where the other party's inexplicable hostility came from, so he had to ask, after all, the two countries were still in war, so if you want to do it, you have to make it clear before you do it?

This sentence is often used as a catch-up term, and is very old and bad, but always very effective.

"It turns out to be true", the girl in white resumed the conversation, her tone was terrifying:

"I've seen it, of course I've seen it. I can't say it's a grudge, I'm just a little dissatisfied with you."

Cheng Zhiyuan twisted his neck, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly overlapped with a blurred face in his memory. Then he was a little surprised and said, "You... remembered, you are..."

"That, the passerby who was in Huang Lizhiyuan at that time?"

The girl in white gritted her teeth in anger and her body trembled. She turned around, grabbed a set of cracked armor on the ground, and then suddenly threw it to Cheng Zhiyuan!

My eyes were covered by darkness, and then a sharp sword light flashed!

Bang!

Cheng Zhiyuan pushed open the cracked armor, slapped her palm accurately on the knife, and then knocked her to the ground with a punch.

Huang Ai rolled around, and the girl in white stood up with a knife, but at this moment, a fierce sword sound flashed past her ears in an instant!

clang!

A gap appeared on the delicate cheeks, and red blood slowly flowed out of it.

Her throat moved, trying to make a sound, but she only coughed twice, feeling a little pain under her throat, and the scars on her chest still ached faintly.

Cheng Zhiyuan took two steps towards her and said indifferently: "I remember you, I remember, the white-armored boy who started to be with the Lion Sect's Merciful White Clothes, with red lips and white teeth. At that time, you thought you were handsome, and it turned out to be a daughter."

"It's just that you were lying too fast at that time. I didn't remember it for a moment. I remember it when I besieged me next time. Don't rush forward so far. Be careful that no one will collect the body if you die."

The girl in white looked a little shocked: "This...is impossible. How long has it been gone? Why did you become so powerful..."

Cheng Zhiyuan lowered his hands beside him and glanced at her: "From the beginning, I was very powerful."

"Recalling that there were more than thirty or forty disciples of the Holy Sect present, but I was killed and injured by countless people. I didn't have time to ask at that time, but now I want to ask, what did you think at that time?"

The girl in white held up and said, "Thoughts? I almost lost my life. I saw the King of Way in the dark. If it weren't for the saint coming, I'd probably all those injured died inside."

"Are they a fairy figure? Is it different from us ordinary mortals?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, suddenly reached out and pulled her up.

"Daughter of Pingyuanjun?"

"A nephew, not a royal family."

"What's the name?"

"Zhao Qingsi."

"Three words, are you born in a state of illusion?"

"The common people are also subordinates of the saints. Isn't you also a commoner?"

The voices of the two people returned to normal. Although they did not joke, it seemed that the hostility and deep hatred had been eliminated.

However, the girl in white was still a little surprised and confused. She carefully looked Cheng Zhiyuan again and finally shook her head: "Hunxiei Utan is a peerless genius who has appeared recently in the Land of Immortality. The saints in the world wrote the "Ren Ying Song". He entered the sixth place.

Chonglou ranked 88th in the level of the level.”
Chapter completed!