The fifth volume of the pen of magic, the fifty-fourth chapter, the slashing
The bridge has never been broken. The majestic divine power came from the Guangming Temple on the top of Peach Mountain to Qianping, and poured into the body of the young man in green. In a very short period of time, his breath changed extremely.
An astonishing change, from an ordinary person to an extremely powerful practitioner, and his realm of cultivation continued to improve, reaching the peak of knowledge in an instant, and even continued to move forward until he reached the five realms!
The young man in green had his head lowered, his body was filled with divine radiance, and his face could not be seen. The people in front of the altar did not know who he was, and they did not understand why the peerless power given by Haotian actually entered his body when it was clearly the headmaster who used the divine power of the Apocalypse.
The body, and it is coming in a steady stream, seems to never stop!
That power that does not belong to the human world enters an ordinary human being, causing a very strong reaction in the world. A wave invisible to the naked eye radiates from the body of the young man in green and spreads to all parts of the human world, reaching Chang'an and arriving in Chang'an.
Minshan Mountain, until reaching the farthest North Sea.
There is no doubt that this is the greatest revelation in the history of spiritual practice!
The Apocalypse Realm is a great supernatural power above the Five Realms. It often only appears in the legends of the Xiling Canon and the stories passed down orally. Ordinary people have never heard of it, let alone seen it.
The guests who came to Peach Mountain to participate in the Light Festival today are either powerful practitioners or noble people in the mortal world. They have some understanding of these secrets. Some of them have even seen the apocalypse with their own eyes, but they have never imagined it.
If Apocalypse can last for so long, why is Haotian so generous to that person?
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Sang Sang stood on the terrace of the Temple of Light, looking at the cliff and the flowing clouds. She was extremely angry because the power was constantly leaving her tall body and falling into the body of the person on the front terrace of Taoshan.
Since she is in the human world, this apocalypse will naturally be grand. As for why such a scene occurs, no one in the world understands. She understands, because this situation has happened before.
In the late winter many years ago, in Chang'an City, she had not yet woken up, and she was still that man's maid. When that man was fighting Xia Hou, she stood on the snow cliff by the snow lake holding a big black umbrella. That night
He wanted to sing to her, so she opened up all her soul to him, and then she began to sing to Snow Lake and to him.
She didn't want to sing to him today, but if he wanted to, he could.
Her power entered that person's body and re-established a bridge between her and him, which made her feel extremely angry. Although this was not beyond her calculations, she was still angry.
After coming to the human world, she wanted to cut off the earthly connection and cut off all connections with that human being, so she did not go to Chang'an or see him. However, what happened at this time proved that even if she seemed to have
She cut off everything between her and him, and no longer sense each other. However, as soon as she really starts singing, he will be the only listener, because she has been his destiny since a long time ago.
At the moment of the apocalypse, she and he met again. No matter how difficult it was to separate, she knew what he was thinking, and he could also know what she was thinking. He and she seemed to have become a separate world again.
Sangsang on the snow lake surrendered her life and soul to that person willingly, but she in the Temple of Light was extremely angry and felt extremely disgusting.
Thunder and lightning flashed in her eyes, and she cut off the bridge with her hand like a knife. The power in her body no longer continued to flow to the bottom of Taoshan, but she could no longer cut off the earthly connection.
She felt the past that only she and he could understand, felt his breath, and her face turned pale. She didn't know whether it was because of the loss of strength or because of anger.
For some reasons, she didn't want to kill him for the time being, so she met him several times in the Taoshan Mountains these days. She was so angry and disgusted that the sky and the earth changed color, a storm came from thousands of miles away, and the Xiling Temple was shaking uneasily, but she finally suppressed these on her own.
However, she could no longer control her emotions at this time. She just wanted to kill him in the shortest possible time. No matter whether the flood would be raging or there would be no recovery, she just wanted him to die.
But before killing him, she had to do one more thing.
She wanted to crush the sword behind her into scrap metal.
The sword came down from the mountain.
This is Liu Bai's sword.
The strongest sword in the world.
She kept looking down the mountain angrily and ignored the sword.
Because this sword can't get close to her at all.
Liu Bai's sword was now quietly resting in the air about ten feet behind her.
The autumn light at noon fell from the outside, illuminating the Guangming Temple a little brighter. When the light passed through the space between the sword and her, it was slightly bent. Only then could one see that the space in front of the sword was slightly sunken.
If you look carefully, you will find that Liu Bai's sword is not stationary, but is moving at an unimaginable speed, but it is still unable to penetrate the space in front of him!
Movement and stillness are strangely blended together, making this picture extremely strange.
There is an invisible and transparent barrier that protects her body like a ball and isolates her from the world. No one can enter her world except for the earthly boundary.
This is a space she created using rules. It is countless times more powerful than the realm created by human practitioners, because no other independent world is allowed to exist in Haotian's world, but this space is different from Haotian's world.
Coming from the same source, although not connected but vaguely connected, they can endlessly regenerate new power. Compared with it, the independent space formed by cicada wings in the battle of Chang'an seems so weak.
Her little world is the space itself. Liu Bai's sword causes the space behind her to begin to deform. You can imagine how terrifying this sword is, but even so, it is still impossible to enter!
She turned around and looked at the sword that seemed quiet but was actually flying at high speed, and stretched out her hand.
If she is willing, she can pick them off as long as she reaches out and reaches for them, even the stars in the night sky.
What's more, this is just a sword in the world.
At this moment, an autumn wind blew into the Temple of Light.
Today is the Momoyama Light Festival. There is no one in the Temple of Light. She is not a human.
Following this autumn wind, a person came to the temple.
Liu Bai.
Before her fingers touched the sword's edge, his hand grasped the hilt.
He looked at him quietly and gently moved his right hand forward.
She didn't expect him to appear on Taoshan, so her face showed the first serious expression after returning to the world, and her brows frowned slightly.
One moment Liu Bai was still in the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion, and the next moment he appeared in the Temple of Light. Although he is the strongest sword master in the world, he cannot be without distance, so how did he get here?
She glanced at Liu Bai, saw the ancient sword, and understood.
There was a crisp sound that echoed in the quiet temple.
The reason why the glazed lamp in the Hanging Temple was broken, the reason why the inkstone in the Zhishou Temple was broken, the reason why the bones in the Demon Sect's mountain gate were cracked, and the reason why the iron block on the furnace behind the academy collapsed, is because of these unknowable things in the world.
I saw with my own eyes the grace of Liu Bai's sword.
His sword can pierce the separation between heaven and man, so the human world is harmonious.
A small gap appeared in the small world in front of her.
The invisible barrier composed of the most basic spatial rules was pierced by Liu Bai's sword.
The sharp sword edge moved forward an inch, getting closer to her body.
Then that inch of Xu Jianfeng began to rust at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She looked at him quietly and slowly stretched out her fingers.
Liu Bai didn't understand why he was able to come to Taoshan instantly?
Because his sword can span thousands of miles.
And now he is his own sword.
When his hand holds the hilt of the sword, he can pierce her little world.
Because he was not stabbing with the sword in his hand, but with the sword in his heart.
There is a sword full of ancient meaning in his heart. The sword once slayed the golden dragon and killed the divine messenger in the wasteland. Today, it became one with him and came to her.
She confirmed that Liu Bai is the most powerful person in the world now.
But her face remained expressionless, and she stretched out her fingers to destroy the sword in his heart.
Because she is the rule of this world, even if Liu Bai's sword can pierce the separation between heaven and man, and can pierce space, she still has time, the eternal and cold time.
At this moment, an iron arrow shot towards her back. There was no whistling sound because the speed of the iron arrow was so fast that it could even ignore the distance of space.
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The bridge was cut off by her.
The majestic divine power that fell from the Guangming Temple to the front terrace of Taoshan finally stopped falling.
This greatest apocalypse in the history of spiritual practice has come to an end.
The young boy in green clothes raised his head. At this time, his body was completely filled with the purest and sacred divine power. Every breath and even every pore was overflowing with pale white light.
People still couldn't see his face clearly, but they could clearly feel the terrifying aura he exuded, and the handymen around him fled in fear.
The boy in Tsing Yi raised his right foot and then lowered it.
The bluestone slabs under his feet were broken into pieces, and the cracks were like those of a field that has been dry for a long time. The front of Taoshan shook slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred, and everyone who was close to him was knocked to the ground.
The soil was overturned, and an iron bow appeared in his hand.
This iron bow has never been as perfect as it is today. The strong bow string was stretched to the extreme by his two arms, making people feel as if it might break at any time.
The string is as curved as the full moon.
He thought silently that now he could finally describe it as a full moon.
On the bowstring like a full moon, there is a dark iron arrow.
The cold arrows were aimed at the high sacred chariot above the front terrace of Taoshan Mountain.
That divine chariot has thousands of veils and thousands of rays of light.
The figure in the chariot appeared to be extremely tall.
The strings sounded.
The iron arrow suddenly moved forward, and the arrow shaft rubbed violently with the diamond inlaid on the bow.
The rune on the iron arrow is completed.
The iron arrow left the bow, and the tail of the arrow produced a terrifying turbulence.
Then disappeared.
Just as the strings sounded, countless shocked shouts sounded around the altar.
"Ning Que!"
"Yuan Thirteen Arrows!"
The people around the altar still couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but they saw the iron bow, and then they knew who he was, because there was only one such iron bow in the world.
This iron bow belongs to Ning Que.
Academy Ning Que.
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