Chapter 629 Killing Immortals (Big Chapter)

  Ke Xiaoliang's sword burst out fiercely and fiercely.

   I have to say what tricks this sword has.

   It can be called "Sword Swinging the Universe", or it can be called "Strike Huashan", or even simply describe it with one sword and two paragraphs, which is completely appropriate.

  However, under the blessing of powerful power, minimalism is extremely complex.

  When a sword falls, those who face the sword have nowhere to escape.

   Really overbearing.

  Ke Xiaoliang is in the lair of careerists, which seems to be a weakness.

  But it is precisely because he is in his lair that the ghost fairy who has been playing tricks has no choice but to face Ke Xiaoliang's sword head-on.

  Because if he didn't care, the sword would completely fall on this empty city that was only half built.

   will definitely lose a lot.

  Don't forget...Ke Xiaoliang was once known as the "Destroyer of the Mountain Gate".

  What he is best at is to forcibly destroy the mountain gate garrison of a certain force with extremely strong violence.

  Void City... In a sense, it can also be regarded as a mountain gate... right!

   At this time, under the brilliance of the huge gemstone, the ghost fairy transformed into a large number of figures.

  These figures can be true or false.

   Shadows, true and false, shuttle constantly in the space, trying to use various forbidden spells to completely seal Ke Xiaoliang's 'straightforward' sword light.

   Unfortunately, he misjudged Ke Xiaoliang's strength.

  The power of that sword cut is not just looking at the majesty.

  It is really powerful.

   A series of restrictions, a series of seals, all collapsed and decayed under this sword.

  A large number of figures shrouded in brilliance are shattering and collapsing.

  Even the light of the huge gem seems to be being swallowed by the sword light.

  At this time, Ke Xiaoliang's sword light and sword intent erupted, very much like the jade ring stars that are being shattered.

  It is like a beautiful butterfly flapping its deadly wings.

  The sword light soars in the void city, flickering in the entire void field, destined not to be ignored.

  Some of the special imprints and artifacts that shuttled through the void and kept an eye on the movement of this void city were activated by the strong light one after another, and some movements began to occur.

  Jianguang has a spirit, with a breath of decay and mourning, withering everything.

   But at the same time, it is still so tough, strong...even like a star shining in the starry sky.

  A large amount of white light shrouded it.

   Huge gems emit intense light.

  The figure of Guixian is constantly zooming in.

  Although it is becoming more and more virtual, holding a gemstone, it covers the entire Void City with its own soul, even including Ke Xiaoliang's sword light.

  He used his body to transform himself into a small pure white world.

   Here, he seems to be able to read the rules and delete everything.

  The sword that Ke Xiaoliang imitated the jade ring and the stars, burst out, but at this moment it turned into the flowing fire in this pure white small world.

  Following the ghost fairy's thought, countless streams of fire began to sweep towards Ke Xiaoliang like a tornado, trying to melt and crush him in this splendid spell.

  Ke Xiaoliang holds a sword, neither fear nor retreat.

  While holding a long sword, you are constantly slashing and moving forward.

   Soaring through the body, it seems that you are walking against the light and turning your back on time.

   Every slash of the sword seems to have exhausted all his strength.

  He can always slash another sword at the next moment... even more powerful and decisive.

  Ke Xiaoliang wants to go backwards all the way, fly into the void, and use the sword in his hand to pierce the eyebrow of the ghost fairy, cutting his world into pieces.

   At this time, compared with the real world, all the colors disappeared in the pure white world that was too narrow.

  Even those deleted sword fires, those aroused vigor have become humble and invisible.

  All the pressure, one after another... came from all directions, enveloping and rolling towards Ke Xiaoliang.

  Ke Xiaoliang continued to fly straight, his speed did not decrease, his body shape did not change, and his expression remained the same.

  Sword as before!

  Ke Xiaoliang at this time, he is not playing a certain role.

  He is the sword cultivator... He is a peerless sword cultivator who nourishes war by fighting, and becomes stronger as he fights.

  Although he is a part of Ke Xiaoliang's subject, he also has his own characteristics and tension.

   One sword!

   hit **** the barrier of the pure white small world.

  Boom!

   Such a sword hit the barrier of the world, but there was only such a light sound.

   This seems to be a mantis holding a cart, or Don Quixote’s self-righteous charge towards the windmill meaninglessly.

  Then Ke Xiaoliang was forced back a few steps by the strong shock force.

  Holding a long sword, he still moves forward...without hesitation.

  Even the terrifying power has once again swept through his body.

  Blood... like a waterfall, rushed out from many parts of his body.

  Anyone looking at it, this is a charge that is beyond self-control.

  At this time, some prying sights and shots were aimed at this void city.

  Looking at Ke Xiaoliang who was imprisoned in a small pure white world and seemed powerless to resist, the ghosts did not drive away those sights and cameras.

  Since this 'catfish' is disobedient, it cannot be used.

   Then let him become a medal, a trophy, a political achievement.

  Propaganda...especially those uncontrolled propaganda media will be a great impetus.

  Ke Xiaoliang shook his body, shook off the blood stains on his body, and held the sword in his hand... as if holding his world.

   Continue to swing the sword.

   It was like announcing to the ghost.

  Your world is self righteous and pure white.

  And my world is in the palm of my hand, on the edge of the three-foot sword.

  The direction of the sword...is my country!

   It is still imitating the scene of the death of the jade ring and the stars.

  That seemed to be the brightest and most gorgeous scene he had ever seen.

  When the sword light shines on this pure white and flawless world, a round of sunset blooms on the tip of Ke Xiaoliang's sword.

  In an instant, the setting sun falls, and what burns...is the afterglow of life.

   This sword seems to be just a strengthening and repetition of the previous sword.

   But in fact, it is different.

  On the plain sword body, there is a nihilistic air mechanism wrapped around it.

   It seems somewhere between being and not being.

   It is completely determined by Ke Xiaoliang's personal thoughts.

  When the setting sun and fire brought by the sword light flapped its beautiful wings, they were once again annihilated in the pure white world, and then disappeared into the invisible.

  The sword in Ke Xiaoliang's hand suddenly let out a long and clear cry like a giant beast that had been awakened.

  The terrible suction swept the entire pure white world.

  Even the most elusive white light was absorbed into a void of time and space by the rolled-up suction.

  When the blade hit the border of the world again.

  The originally hard boundary has a few fragile cracks.

  Powerful power and powerful rules are difficult to break by force, but can be digested and absorbed.

   Many shots happened to capture this scene very accurately.

  At the same time, the live broadcast of this scene was sent everywhere.

  In this starry sky, although there is no unified network.

   But there is communication between networks.

   This battle is not really a particularly high-end battle, but because of the identities of the two parties in the battle and the huge gap in their own realms, it was spread extremely quickly.

Many people who saw this scene couldn't imagine that a sword cultivator who seemed to be at the peak of the Nascent Soul...without even a Nascent Spirit, actually struck a sword in the small world opened by a ghost fairy. A crack.

  Even if the one who achieved this was a sword repairer known for his powerful combat power, that would be too surprising.

  Many people even began to imitate Ke Xiaoliang's sword instinctively.

  Such powerful swordsmanship, as a monk...it is impossible not to be interested.

   While many people were studying this kind of swordsmanship, Ke Xiaoliang did not hold back and continued to struggle with the so-called 'small victory'.

   Stepping on the pace of no regrets, he continued to elevate his figure.

  The bright and eye-catching sword light replaced every word he might have to say.

  As for those so-called grievances, aggrieved, depressed, and resentful...it seems to be hidden in the sword at this time.

  But they were all completely relieved under the powerful sword light and the sword edge that regarded death as home.

   It's not about letting go of the opponent, but letting go of yourself.

   Ambitious and despicable people will never admit their mistakes, except with a sword around their necks.

   Going to complain loudly is far inferior to swinging a sword vigorously!

  At this time... People who saw Ke Xiaoliang's sword suddenly understood so many complicated contents.

  Like this seemingly extremely simple sword light, there is a long book and a long letter.

   Once you understand this book and this letter, you also understand this sword!

  The pure white small world is collapsing and shrinking.

  Guixian held the gemstone that had shrunk slowly, just holding it in one hand.

   Guiyuan is the size of an ordinary person, staring at Ke Xiaoliang like a ghost.

  His self-righteous destruction, getting rid of Ke Xiaoliang...has become a self-righteous joke.

   Of course, he still has a chance.

  As long as you can kill this ignorant swordsman in front of you, then everything can go to 'tell a story' again.

  The winner has the final interpretation of everything.

   Shaking his hands, a long and thin insect stick appeared in Guixian's hand.

  The end of the crude benzene has a large number of fine and dense pores.

  In the small holes, there are many disgusting but powerful poisonous insects hoarded.

  The thin end of the stick looks like a flute.

  When the bug stick waved.

  The mountain-like poisonous insects flew out.

  They are not afraid of the environment in the void, and can even absorb the aura of the void and turn them into huge poisonous mist.

   Originally it was a vicious and vicious method, but from the visual effect point of view, it was extremely shocking, like a dark mountain, born from the void, and then ruthlessly pressed down on Ke Xiaoliang.

  Although the high-end materials in Baotongjie are scarce...but it is not so scarce that it goes to the top.

   It can even be said that it is the unequal demands of the high-level that have caused the further shortage of resources in Baotong.

   The worm stick in Guixian's hand is an extremely powerful fairy weapon.

   Although it looks disgusting, it has unpredictable and extremely powerful offensive and defensive capabilities.

  When Guixian used this fairy weapon, it seemed to indicate that he never held back from Ke Xiaoliang.

   also no longer cared about the slightest demeanor.

  He wanted to kill Ke Xiaoliang to save his lost face.

  It's just... Can everything really come true?

  Ke Xiaoliang is holding a sword, his aura and sword intent are sublimating and burning to the extreme.

  The fuzzy primordial spirit seemed to take shape quickly in this extremely unfair battle.

  However, when the huge mountain of worms, carrying gravity that did not exist in the void, was suppressed brazenly, the sword light, which seemed extremely strong at first, could only be shattered powerlessly again and again.

  Everything seems to have no more suspense.

  Everyone who saw this scene felt pity.

  They were even shouting loudly for Ke Xiaoliang.

  They felt that if Ke Xiaoliang also had the cultivation level of a true immortal, then just a light sword... would be enough to kill this annoying ghost.

  People's positions are always prone to the weak, or those who dare to challenge the strong.

   Just like almost everyone can't do things, people always expect that there is someone who can do it.

   Even if this person is not themselves, it is enough to give people some kind of encouragement and inspiration.

  However... It is the stories that many people who have quietly accumulated success factors like to tell the general public the most.

  Ke Xiaoliang is being swallowed up by the fierce worm mountain.

  However, his burning sword light was like a torch in the darkness, fluttering in the tide, but never shattered.

  Not only does it refuse to go out, but when it is weak and withering, it occasionally bursts into a cold light.

  It's like thunder in the cold winter, although it is not impressive, it is daunting.

   Even if there are countless distances apart, even if the strength is strong or weak, there is no comparison at all.

  We must attack brazenly, we must continue to fight back, and we must bravely swing our swords.

  Such a wonderful confrontation makes everyone who can see this battle feel a sense of depression being suffocated from head to toe, but there is also a lot of boiling blood, which is constantly surging in people's chests.

  People's sorrows and joys are not connected to each other, but people can pity themselves.

  If you see an ideal or fantasy self in someone else's story.

   Then you will definitely work hard to enter it, and then burst out with strong passion.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  Boom!

   Hit again and again! Broken again and again!

  Failed again and again, but regrouped again and again.

  Every sword will be stronger, and every sword is burning life and soul.

  However, every sword will be easily crushed in the next second.

  Ghost Fairy manipulated the insect stick, but his face kept gloomy.

  Only he knows that he has used all his strength.

  But he couldn’t kill Ke Xiaoliang who was like a bug to him.

   But Ke Xiaoliang's attacks, which seemed to be easily crushed by him, repeatedly touched and approached the upper limit of the ghost fairy's power.

  There is no gap that cannot be made up.

  No matter how far away the distance is, as long as there is enough time and opportunity, I will use my feet to move over it step by step.

  At this time, Guixian looked at Ke Xiaoliang who was once again swinging his sword up under the dark mountain of insects.

   Choosing to release the hold down.

  The huge swarm of insects spread out, like dark clouds, entrenched in the void, surrounding the entire Void City.

  The dense swarm of insects is like black smoke.

  The body of the ghost fairy that was enlarged again was emitting extremely intense white light.

  At this moment, black and white form a unity in the void.

  The rough but not rough Taiji diagram manifested on the Void City, and then slowly turned.

  Ke Xiaoliang's body has revealed bones in some places.

  He held the sword and moved forward step by step.

   There is no sign of turning back, begging for mercy, or running away.

  Even if he made any compromise at this time, the monks who saw this battle would not deny his bravery and strength.

  He still wants to fight!

  No one knew, but Ke Xiaoliang was actually extremely excited at this time.

  He felt... felt a little bit, something that he wanted to capture and acquire all this time!

  Myths... are not beliefs.

  It is identification, branding, and the bridge that crosses the barrier between the mind and reality.

  The power to break dimensions lies in the heart.

   In your own heart, or in the hearts of sentient beings.

  Those are inherently sacred because their bloodlines are imprinted with 'sacredness' in the memories and cognitions of countless beings.

   And stealing the blood is tantamount to stealing this sanctity.

  People agree with the blood, which is equivalent to agreeing with the sacred.

   Of course, just this... is not enough.

  Ke Xiaoliang is not enough to accept this little bit of recognition, to open up his own restrictions, and become a mythical true fairy.

  He needs more... more!

   More thorough identification, more crazy myths!

   "Then... let's ignite it completely!" Ke Xiaoliang settled this idea in his heart.

  At this time, Guixian was already holding the insect stick in both hands, and turned into a strange man with a black bird head and bone wings on his back.

  This is his true soul, as a ghost... this is also his mythical true face.

  He once obtained a piece of information about the Yatengu in the myth, and then integrated it into his own soul, so that the soul moved closer to the mythical nature of the Yatengu.

   Eventually became a powerful ghost fairy, possessing the characteristic of immortality.

  The scorching hot wind brought losses to Ke Xiaoliang.

  The rotating Tai Chi diagram also continued to obliterate everything around it.

  The huge swarm of insects released terrible toxins, like a black river, trying to swallow Ke Xiaoliang completely.

   Triple attack, triple murder.

  Ke Xiaoliang is sure to die!

  It seems... that's how it turned out!

  Ke Xiaoliang still fought back beyond his limits, and the long sword made an extremely crisp sound in his palm.

  At this time, Ke Xiaoliang also swung three swords!

  One sword points, one sword collapses, one sword sweeps.

  Three swords are simple, three swords...peerless!

  The first sword strikes the prejudice in people's hearts, thinking that he cannot overcome the prejudice of ghosts and immortals.

  The second sword broke open the guard in people's hearts, making people realize the peerless demeanor in his sword.

  The third sword sweeps away the injustice in the universe between the heaven and the earth. Those things that should be taken for granted, those lives that should be valued... should not be dimmed under the power, and obscured by the expediency.

  Three swords... turned into one sword!

   In the next second, the swarm of insects perished, the Taiji diagram collapsed, and the flames went out.

  In the void, the flames are constantly burning and surging, and the vented flames, like a meteor piercing through the void, will stop after a hasty fall.

  The original pure white world also seemed to have been torn apart.

  In the pure and strong sword light, the truth is broken... It's like every lie, you must face the truth.

   Guixian looked at the figure who was walking towards him step by step.

  In the originally confident eyes, there is a touch of fear that shouldn't exist.

   Then he bowed his head.

   saw his own chest.

  Sword!

   has been stabbed in the chest.

  The broken insect stick was at the side, exuding black smoke.

"How... is it possible?" Gui Xian looked at Ke Xiaoliang, at this sword repairman who had just become a primordial spirit, he couldn't believe... he couldn't believe that it was just such a guy, who only had one person with one sword, without relying on any external help , and beheaded him.

   However, whether he believes it or not.

  The sword light released and the shattered sword shadow are all eating away at his life that he thought would have no end.

  He must only become Ke Xiaoliang, a stepping stone to the myth.

Goodnight everybody!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)