The Path Toward Heaven

Regardless of his speed, fast or slow, the shadow stayed in that position and seemed particularly relaxed.

Xi Wangsun's face was even paler.

He looked back to the side and found it was empty and empty.

It turned out that person was on it.

Xi Wangsun didn't look up.

He suddenly changed direction and flew underneath the virtual reality, hoping to enter the cloud before the opponent shot.

That shadow has not changed, and still follows him, walking on the surface of Baiyun.

Seeing that he was about to leave the virtual world, the slightly flowing clouds were nearing him, and Xi Wangsun seemed to see hope.

He soon discovered that the so-called hope was nothing but vain.

The shadow on the white cloud suddenly stretched out and became slender, like a sword.

The shadow-shaped sword left the surface of the clouds and rolled towards the body of the West King and Sun, like the flame of the beating soul fire, and the tongue of a turtle.

West King Sun Lixiao said, not minding the injury, he forced all the real elements in his body out, speeded up, and wanted to escape from the sky.

But where can there be anything faster than the shadows?

Just give the child an oil lamp, he can use his fingers to leave a shadow on the wall in the distance, and then make that shadow move faster than Jingyang's real sword.

The shadow of the sword fell on the Sun King's body, and then, like a real rope, rolled him in and lifted it into the sky.

Xi Wangsun knew that there was a big gap between him and the other. He gave up his resistance and looked into the sky.

The sky above the virtual world has no color, such as transparent glazing, which reflects the sunlight and is extremely bright.

There is a dark shadow in the bright world.

Even if the background is a vast sky.

That figure still looked extremely tall.

Looking at the figure, West Wang Sun's last will also melted away, saying the other's name like a moan.

"Liu Ci ..."

Then a self-deprecating and bitter smile appeared on his face.

Not wrong.

Nothing wrong.

Nothing dissatisfied.

Two Tongtianjing big shots.

Who dares not accept?

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Tianshou Mountain.

The rainstorm breaks early.

Pei Yuan has quietly returned to Dongfu, preparing to take out the treasures he has hidden for many years and then leave.

He thought to himself that he was the owner and the brother-in-law of the host, who would dare stop me?

Suddenly, a rumbling of Jianming was heard among the mountains, and all the doormen were called to discuss the matter in front of the temple.

Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to ignore it, but he felt hesitant to kill a few points of the Shanmen array.

In the end, he did not dare to break through the mountain gate, gritted his teeth and hid the treasure deep inside Dongfu, and Yu Jian returned to the square in front of the temple.

The disciples of Wuenmen are very excited. Even if they are soaked, they are still discussing the previous picture.

The temple door slowly opened, and Pei Bai's figure appeared.

They knelt down on one knee and saluted loudly: "Meet the Lord!"

Pei Bai slowly walked through the thirteenth stone steps.

The reliefs of the cranes on the stone steps are more vivid after being washed by the rain.

Senran's sword encircled his body.

His footsteps fell, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Sword intention gradually converged.

The front of the hall is quiet.

Without waiting for the doorkeeper to ask, Pei Baifa said indifferently: "I want to kill the Sun King."

Everyone knows that it is the great figure of the Xihai Sword School. It is said that it is the teacher from the west of the sword. They can't help but be very surprised.

The master's previous sword was indeed the supreme power of Heaven, but you have just started the battle against the Xihai Sword School?

They think of this, naturally they are not afraid of fighting the West Sea, but they are a little worried about the body of the doorkeeper.

After the battle with the sword god, the eyes of the doorkeeper can no longer look at the object.

The outside world has never known this, but they are very clear.

The elder asked with uncertainty, "The thief is dead?"

Pei Baifa did not answer this question and said, "Go to White Deer Academy and burn it there."

He still did not tell everyone that the Yuntai of the Xihai Sword School was the general altar of Bu Lao Lin.

Pei Yuan couldn't help it, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Bai looked at him in the crowd and said, "What do you say?"

He knew that he couldn't see himself, but Pei Yuan felt strange.

"Someone said to me that the human beings are of high morality, trustworthy, and just a blind man.

Pei Baifa said: "I believed what he said, went to White Deer College, and then I became a blind man, so what's the problem with burning me now?"

Because of the past, he wants to burn the White Deer Academy today, so what will happen to that person?

With only half of Pei's words, Pei Yuan ran away from the valley.

Suddenly, a blood surged.

His right leg broke neatly from his knee, as if cut by a sword.

Pei Bai looked blankly at him in the distance, his pale eyes exuding a luster.

Pei Yuan shouted in pain, got up from the ground, and jumped forward with his left foot. The picture looked a little funny, but even more scary.

Immediately, his left ankle broke off.

Pei Yuan couldn't leave anymore, he couldn't even jump.

He sat in a pool of blood, crying in despair.

"I never thought that my brother would betray myself, even if you have always been so stupid and ridiculous."

Pei Baifa looked at him blankly and said, "It turned out that I had been blind for many years before I was really blind."

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The little sword flew back from behind the cliff, and the bright sword-shaped sword body reflected the picture between the cliffs.

Dust-covered trees, mottled blood, pale faces, more and more cracks in the gown.

Liu was ten years old kneeling in front of the old scholar, and his expression was very sad.

That sword intention destroyed all life.

He likes this senior very much because the other person has helped him a lot and got along for a long time.

But the old scholar never told his own story, and even today Liu didn't know his surname was Yan until he was ten years old.

"If you have any wishes, please tell me, as long as I am alive, I will help you do it."

He looked at the old scholar and said.

The old scholar shook his head.

Liu was ten years old, anxious, and said, "You are dying. Why wouldn't you say it?"

The old scholar did not answer this question and said: "I will be known after I die, and then come here to check, you must leave as soon as possible, otherwise there will be danger.

Liu was ten years old and didn't understand what he meant.

"I'll give you this pen."

The old scholar gave him Guan Guan's pen and said with emotion: "Don't show up before the storm has completely stopped. The world is too chaotic."

Guancheng pen is a treasure of Maozhai.

He just gave Liu ten years old casually.

Liu took it solemnly at the age of ten.

The old scholar asked: "The last thing I want to know is ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Before we left here that year, did you go to the woods for a small solution, or did you go to hide the sword?"

Liu said at the age of ten, "Yes."

"Interesting, I hope Xi Wangsun will not feel dirty hands."

The old scholar laughed and said, "I have one more sentence. The man is going to die, and he has a lot to say."

Liu cried at the age of ten and said, "I have a lot to say."

"You have a demon fire, and your body is congenital, so don't be too enthusiastic about doing things in the future, it will easily burn yourself."

The old scholar looked at him very seriously and said, "Even if I can't burn, my heart is too hot, just like I am now."

He turned on the fan and started to fan.

The wind fell on him, blowing off his clothes and body, flying up like gray.

He gradually disappeared.