Liu Bai's sword has entered Sangsang's world two inches.
Before Haotian, the end of the world is just a stone's throw away.
This means that his sword has crossed tens of thousands of miles away.
Liu Bai is not the first person in the world to challenge Haotian, but he is the closest person to Haotian, not because he is stronger than Ke Haoran and Master, but because Haotian is in the world.
Heaven and man should be separated forever, and there are major obstacles in the process. Specifically for the battle in the Temple of Light, what separates heaven and man is the invisible barrier, which is Sangsang's small world.
Why can Liu Bai's sword penetrate into her small world?
That's because his sword contains the mountain in Jiange in Nanjin, the shabby alleys and narrow streets in Linkang City, the memories of the Master killing dragons and slaughtering gods on the wasteland, the atmosphere of the world sent by the academy, and decades of
After practicing hard, I have the courage of all the despairers for thousands of years, and there is a vast world.
He broke the sky with the vast world.
Hearing the prayer coming from the foot of the mountain, Sangsang gently brushed his green sleeves, and a breeze came down to Taoshan, and he ignored the sword that was getting closer and closer to him in front of him.
Liu Bai's sword rusts at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bright sword edge became dim, and a layer of blue-red rust spots grew like a cocoon, which continued to spread and went into the sword.
She is the rule of this world. Although she cannot reverse cause and effect, she can perfectly control the most basic and powerful rules in her own small world.
These are her weapons. She used time to face the vast world between Liu Baijian. No matter how prosperous the world is, there will be the moment when the eternal night comes, no matter how lush the green mountains are, there will be the season when the autumn wind and leaves fall, those great
, brave, elegant, secular, and weak in the face of time.
Liu Bai's sword went one inch further.
The sword edge that entered the Sangsang small world instantly produced rust marks.
His sword was gradually approaching her, and his sword was eroded by time.
This is the closest time she has come to the world after she comes to the world.
Between heaven and man, it is less than three feet.
But I don’t know that it was Liu Bai’s human sword that came one foot in front of her.
It was still she who regarded this human sword as a rusty iron stick at the bottom of the river.
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A gust of breeze came out of the Temple of Light at the top of the peak and then fell on the front floor of Taoshan Mountain.
The head teacher's shoulder was severely injured and was gushing with blood. When the breeze blew, the blood stopped. Then he slowly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new meat continued to grow.
The strong people in the world who were seriously injured by Ning Que suddenly felt new powers when they were blown by the breeze. Especially those devout Haotian believers besides Qi Nian, they found that their injuries were getting better.
The dead who fell in a pool of blood could not be resurrected, but as long as those who were still alive, they felt Haotian's compassion and compassion, and miraculous power. So the prayer voices of tens of thousands of people became more pious, more tidy, and full of
Awe for God and faith in light.
The Qingguang Array of Xiling Temple seemed ordinary. It was first broken by Liu Bai's sword, and then by Tang Xiaotang's iron rod. At this time, it shrank to dozens of feet in a circle, showing its true power in the sound of prayers.
Because of this Qingguang Array, Ning Que could not kill all the powerful practitioners on the front floor, because he did not have so many iron arrows, and he could not write more magical talismans.
The altar was empty, with only him and Chen Pipi Tang Xiaotang, as well as the lonely temple of Judgment on the side. Everyone, including the head, avoided them far away, and no one dared to stand by him.
Before the iron arrow, looking north from the altar, an empty passage appeared clearly.
Logically speaking, Ning Que should have left. If he was just alone, no one could stop him while Haotian’s divine power was blessed with the world.
But he ventured to leave Chang'an City and came to the Xiling Temple, not to kill a few powerful men to establish their authority on the academy. What he wanted to do had just begun and was far from over.
And now there are Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang in front of the altar.
Ning Que felt that the Haotian divine power in his body was slowly passing away. Although the speed was not fast, if this continued, there would always be the moment when the divine power was exhausted, and the divine talisman with the word "Yi" floating around the altar, which was in the sky, swaying in the breeze.
I don't know how long it will last.
He didn't turn around and said to Chen Pipi: "Let's go."
With a simple word, unquestionable arrangement, Chen Pipi walked down the altar and helped Tang Xiaotang, covered in blood, and walked out of Taoshan without any hesitation.
He didn't even look back at Ning Que. Tang Xiaotang was a little puzzled and said, "What should I do if my uncle?"
Chen Pipi still didn't look back and said gasping: "If we still want to save him, it would be a waste of our energy. Moreover, this is the Xiling Temple. His life and death are beyond the reach of heaven."
Now that he is locked in the snow-capped mountains and seas, his physical fitness is even worse than that of ordinary people. He supports Tang Xiaotang and walks a little faster, so he is breathing harder.
Tang Xiaotang didn't understand his explanation, but knew the relationship between Chen Pipi and Ning Que, so he took out a pill from his arms and took it, and then carried it on his back.
She practiced the Demon Sect's martial arts with extremely strong recovery ability. She also took over the secret medicine refined by Wang Chi, the eleventh uncle, and although she was still a little weak, she was at least much faster than Chen Pipi's speed.
She knew that Ning Que had taken great risks to get the time at this time, so she carried Chen Pipi on her back, lowered her head, and rushed out of the front plaza without hesitation, at a very fast speed.
Compared with her petite body, Chen Pipi's body looked like a fat bear before the beginning of winter. From behind, she could not see her at all, which was a bit funny.
Ning Que stood in front of the altar and couldn't help laughing as he looked at the scene. The iron bow in his hand was still so stable, and the iron arrow on the string was still motionless.
The arrow was not shot on the string, and no one dared to stand in front of the arrow.
Before Ning Que's iron arrow, there was a blank passage that no one dared to enter. This passage is the most dangerous for the enemy, but the safest for the own people.
No strong practitioner dared to try to stop Tang Xiaotang and Chen Pipi. Even the most devout people in the South China Sea dared not. This is the deterrent power of Yuan Shisan Arrow.
But the cavalry of Xiling Temple outside the front floor did not think so. They were used to life and death on the battlefield, and they were pious and passionate in protecting their lives and deaths very lightly. Moreover, they were a large number of people, with a total of two thousand spirits.
Cavalry, no matter how powerful Yuan Shisan arrow is, how many people can be shot to death?
The breeze blows gently, and smoke and dust rise on the mountain road in the distance.
Ning Que guessed what might happen and shouted: "Liu Yiqing!"
No one on the front plaza of Taoshan understood why he suddenly called the people from Nanjin Jiange, Ye Hongyu, or understood, but she didn't have the energy to think about these things at this time.
Liu Yiqing and several disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were accompanying him never participated in this shocking battle today. On the one hand, although he is already a great sword master in Zhiming Realm, he still compares with characters like the head master or Qi Nian.
It's far worse, but on the other hand, they don't know what to do.
The Sword Saint Liu Bai is a guest at the Xiling Temple. The Nanjin Jiange has always regarded himself as a Taoist sect. Although he is proudly unwilling to completely surrender to the Xiling Temple, he never thought of betrayal.
Southern Jin and Tang Kingdom are enemies, and there is no kindness between Jiange and the academy, but only hatred. Logically speaking, they should be standing on the side of the Taoist sect, but... Liu Bai's sword has entered the Temple of Light.
Everyone knows what this means.
Liu Yiqing said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"
Ning Que said, "Let's go with my academy."
The disciples of Jiange don’t know what to do. If they don’t leave at this time, the Xiling Temple will definitely pursue the blame for Jiange later. But if they really leave with the people in the academy at this time, wouldn’t it be like announcing the whole world that Jiange is the only one.
Betrayal and made a journey with the Tang people?
They looked at Liu Yiqing. At this time, the Sword Saint was doing a ruthless thing in the Temple of Light. They could only wait for Liu Yiqing to make this most important decision.
At this time, the situation was tense and there was not much time to think. Liu Yiqing closed his eyes and felt the faint sword intent coming from the temple on the top of the peak. He stomped his feet and shouted: "Go!"
The expressions on the faces of the disciples of Jiange changed, and they finally made up their minds.
Everyone knelt down and kowtowed three times at the Temple of Light on the top of the peak, rushed out of the front plaza of Taoshan, and soon met Tang Xiaotang with the back of Chenpipi.
Since the same road leaves, he is a fellow traveler.
The cavalry of the Xiling Temple had already set up formations on the mountain road.
The disciples of Jiange pressed the hilt of the sword with their hands, and their expressions were solemn, and some of the disciples' eyes were already slightly red.
"Protect the seniors of the academy."
Liu Yiqing was supported by his junior brother, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and tilted his head to listen to the sound of hooves coming from the front. Thinking of his brother fighting in the Temple of Light behind him, he shouted tragically: "All those who block it will die!"
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Although the cavalry in Xiling Temple was powerful, they were first destroyed by Tang Xiaotang today, and witnessed many incredible situations one after another, and they mustered up Yu Yong to intercept them. They were not the opponents of the disciples of the Southern Jin Dynasty who were determined to die, especially when Liu Yiqing and Tang Xiaotang fought to the death.
After taking action, he was defeated quickly.
The sword energy spread across the mountain road, and then gradually faded away. Only the sound of chasing hooves and the painful humming of the cavalry after being injured were heard. The prayers on the front floor did not stop, but they became much deeper.
The people from Xiling Temple and the guests participating in the Light Festival did not believe the scene they saw at this time. The hatred between the academy and the Jiange was as deep as the sea. Jun Mo's right arm was cut off by Liu Bai, and Liu Yiqing's eyes were
Those who were killed by Ning Que, why did Ning Que only say a few words, and Jiange and the Academy joined forces?
That's because they can't understand. For the Academy and Jiange, one eye and one arm are common. Since the battle is fair, the ending is naturally fair. As for the Academy and Jiange joining forces... In fact, it started from visiting Xiaoshu.
Jiange, then confirmed the moment when Liu Bai's sword flew to Taoshan.
The disciples of the Academy and Jiange had left. At this time, there was only one person left in the front of Taoshan Ping Ningque. In the eyes of everyone, he should have seemed a little lonely, but found that he seemed to have become even more terrifying.
Because he had nothing to worry about or distracted, he could do whatever he wanted, and he could start doing what he wanted to do, so he raised the iron arrow.
After the apocalypse, his power had far exceeded the scope of the world. The bowstring was pulled to the full moon, and it seemed to be about to be broken. The cluster of arrows was trembling without any trace, pointing to the north in a cold and terrifying manner.
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