The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 72: Falling leaves have nothing to do with the autumn wind, but the time is up

When the sword light enters anything, it can cut off the connection between all the details in that thing, in other words, it is shredded.

According to the truth, the moment the sword light left the body of Real Person Bai, she should have turned into fragments and died.

But such a thing didn't happen, because at the moment that sword light entered her palm, a very bright golden light lit up in the depths of her eyes.

The sword light seemed to encounter some kind of barrier in her body, and in the end it only penetrated through her arm, bringing out a rain of blood.

Mr. Bai turned around like a cloud, drifted into the rain of blood, and disappeared.

It seems that she actually used the last main urn, so that she avoided the scourge of killing.

Just before she disappeared, the sunlight illuminated her face, and some different places could be vaguely seen.

The sword light broke through the waves and returned to the sky above Tongtianjing, revealing Jing Jiu's figure.

He looked to the southeast, a sword light flashed in his eyes, and he saw the looming aura fluctuations in the sun, which turned into sword light to chase after him again.

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Whether it is Jing Jiu, who is incarnate as a sword light, or Bai Zhenren, who holds an immortal urn in his hand, they are the most extreme combat power in this world.

Unless the White Blade Fairy is resurrected, or Xue Ji returns, there will be no such strong person in the world, even Cao Yuan will not do.

Only they are qualified to chase each other down. In fact, they have successfully injured each other once in a very short time, but they don't know who will win the final victory.

Mr. Bai evacuated into the heavens and the earth, sword light chased after him, and the bank of the East China Sea returned to silence again.

The breeze blew, the blue curtain floated slightly, and then it broke into countless pieces, revealing the face of the person in the sedan chair.

The Lord Shuiyue'an looked like an ordinary and delicate girl.

At this time, her face was a little pale, with blood on the corners of her lips, and the palm that was used to catch the real person Bai had suffered a serious injury.

Only in this way can we find a first-line opportunity to attack Real Bai.

In the early morning, that sword light was looking for True Man Bai in the world, and once stayed for a while by the East China Sea.

At that time, Tong Yan made this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu returned to Yunmeng Mountain and heard the words of Qilin, went to Wuenmen, and was successfully attacked by the real person Bai.

Tong Yan looked at the severely damaged blue curtain sedan chair, and asked, "Is the master of An okay?"

Lord Shuiyue'an looked at him and suddenly asked: "Do you know that your reputation in the spiritual world is not very good?"

Tong Yan said calmly: "I know."

He was once a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou School, but he suddenly rebelled against the mountain and disappeared without a trace.

It wasn't until these years that the spiritual world knew that he had actually switched to the Green Mountain Sect.

But these are actually not important. For big people like Shuiyuean, the childish appearance is unpleasant and even vaguely daunting in other aspects.

For example, when Real Bai fell from the sky earlier, his pale face and helpless eyes...

"How does it feel to lie to my former master?" The Lord Shuiyue'an asked with mixed emotions.

Tong Yan thought for a while, but didn't say anything.

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The tomb of the former dynasty is in the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain. When the sky passed through the dozens of holes that Jing Jiu crashed into here, it had become very dim.

The white jade coffin has become covered with snow debris.

A middle-aged man with a clear face and extraordinary bearing looked at the slightly cracked shell in his hand and let out an inexplicable sigh.

He looked like a scholar who was enjoying the snow and preparing to chant poems.

But the bright yellow imperial robe, the light majesty and true imperial aura that naturally exudes, all show that his true identity is by no means so simple.

He is Emperor Xiao.

The descendants of the former dynasty.

The real culprit of the turmoil hundreds of years ago.

The last sword escaper in Chaotian Continent.

He also has a companion who is a real Taiping person, or a military teacher.

Take heaven and earth as the furnace, and destroy the world with smoke. This is the bureau he and Taiping Zhenren set up together.

This game looks magnificent and rough, but in fact it is very detailed. He spent more than a hundred years on the bank of Daze before finally finalizing all the details.

However, the real Taiping still died in the hidden peak of Qingshan Mountain.

Seeing that hundreds of years of painstaking and loneliness have all turned into vain, and Bai Zhenren appeared.

"My way is not alone."

The Emperor Xiao sighed and walked out of the tomb.

Countless imperial auras also dissipated outside the mausoleum, slightly driving his imperial robe, followed by a chilly wind.

How can I not feel sorry?

Buried here are his ancestors.

When he came outside the main temple of the mausoleum, Emperor Xiao looked back at the plaque on the temple and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wuenmen dare to use the ancestor's tomb as the mountain gate, then the gate should be destroyed.

Hundreds of years ago, he launched his first revenge on the whole world here.

He failed that time.

Will it fail this time?

"Who are you?"

A sound rang below the stone steps.

The Emperor Xiao turned and looked.

A young man is standing under a tree, his face is ordinary, his breath is the same.

The light and shadow of the sky light cut by leaves fell on his face, not adding a sense of mystery, on the contrary it looked a little funny.

The young man wears the unfaithful family uniform with a sword tied around his waist.

Emperor Xiao and Bai Zhenren sneaked into Tianshou Mountain, while Jing Jiu broke in directly. Coupled with the broken tomb and the emperor's venting, the Fengshan Great Array will inevitably give rise to perception.

The elders and disciples who want to come to the door without grace should all wake up one after another and leave the closed cave.

I just don't know why, this low-level young disciple actually came here for the first time.

"The mountain has been closed for a hundred years, and there is still no ray of sky light. It is really pitiful."

Emperor Xiao looked at this young disciple of the Ungraceful Sect and said with emotion: "I have to say that the way of heaven is the most common. If you insist that the heaven and the earth have no grace, then don't blame the heaven and the earth for being merciless."

Back then, Pei Baifa was killed by the Sword God of Xihai, and Wuenmen had no great things to pass the sky, so the mountain was closed.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the closure of the mountain without grace has not ended. This can only show that they have not yet ushered in a powerful person of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm.

In this case, Emperor Xiao naturally didn't have any worries. He wandered down the stone steps and walked out of the mountain without even looking at the young disciple under the tree.

"We did seal the mountain for a hundred years, but that doesn't mean that people can be humiliated."

The young Ungraceful disciple unfastened the sword tied around his waist and said with a trembling voice as he watched him.

He was a bit awkward in unraveling the sword, very unskilled, and obviously had no experience in fighting with people.

Emperor Xiao stopped, looked at the young man under the tree, and said with a smile: "Little guy, are you going to stabb me to death with this sword?"

Holding a sword in your hand, no matter how many swords you can pull out, how many moves you can use, that's the category of mortals.

The ungraceful disciple was a little nervous.

A hundred years ago, he was still a very ordinary Yujun boy. He was discovered by an immortal master to be quite talented, and he brought Tianshou Mountain.

Who would have thought that when he had just entered the mountain gate and received a set of clothes, a sword, and an introductory sword scripture, many major events happened in the sect.

The head suddenly went out, and then the master died without knowing how, then...the head also died, and then the mountain was sealed.

Master's position in the mountain gate is very high, but to be honest, his temperament is really bad, so he didn't feel much sadness for Master's death, and was more at a loss.

What made him even more at a loss was that after the sect was closed, the elders and those seniors went to their respective cave houses for meditation, but no one paid any attention to him.

At that time, he vaguely realized that Master's death might not be so glorious.

In fact, he had one last chance to leave before the mountain was closed, but he didn't know why he stayed.

Without his own cave, he lives in a room next to the main hall. Fortunately, there are a large number of goblins, spars and the like in the sect. Don’t worry about starving to death, don’t worry about practicing... …The real problem is that he doesn’t know how to practice.

He only has a set of clothes, a sword, and an introductory sword scripture.

So he took the sword and practiced against the introductory sword scripture for more than a hundred years.

As for that set of clothes, he had already washed them clean and put them away carefully.

Until today, he was awakened by the movement in the tomb, knowing that an enemy was coming, he put on the clothes again, fastened the sword and walked to the front of the main hall.

He has seen a British man from the same school flying with a sword, knowing that his realm is very low, and he also knows that even if he practiced for a thousand years, he would be so powerful.

It's just that at this time, the teacher and his colleagues have not yet woken up. He is the only one, so he has to stand up.

Emperor Xiao continued to walk outside the mountain after saying that.

He can fly at this time, but he doesn't know why he wants to leave. Maybe he wants to see if the young disciple of the Ungraceful Sect dared to draw his sword?

The Ungraceful disciple swallowed nervously, and rushed towards Emperor Xiao holding the sword.

Emperor Xiao saw a strange scene in his surroundings, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

The disciple of the Ungrateful Sect had obviously moved, but he seemed to be standing still.

Only his figure moved.

In other words, that ungraceful disciple was so fast that he brought out an afterimage in the shade of the tree!

There was a soft puff.

The sword pierced the side of Emperor Xiao's abdomen, and then came out from the other side.

The blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, and the bright yellow robe was slightly dyed red.

The Emperor Xiao frowned slightly, wondering if it was pain or what he was thinking.

"Who are you?"

He looked at the young gracious disciple and asked with incredible emotion.

"I...I don't know."

The expression of the disciple of the Ungraceful Sect was very flustered, and seemed to be more inconceivable than Emperor Xiao.

I just displayed the first formula in the Introductory Sword Sutra, so why did I pierce this person's body?

I didn't know if it was too weird, or if the picture in front of him was fake, he subconsciously pulled out the sword.

Emperor Xiao sat on the ground slowly, looked at the sword wound on his body, sighed, and lowered his head weakly.

Yin wind blew out from the main hall and fell on the ungracious disciple.

All he heard was a rustle, and his clothes suddenly tore apart and turned into countless cloth tapes, just hanging down like this.

After more than a hundred years, this dress has decayed even if it is placed carefully.

On the contrary~IndoMTL.com~ The sword in his hand has been sharpened for more than a hundred years, and it has become much thinner, but it is extremely sharp.

No matter how sharp a sword is, it is impossible to kill a person like Emperor Xiao. It was the sword intent of this ungracious disciple who killed him.

For more than one hundred years, this ungracious disciple practiced the introductory sword script over and over again. When it comes to the simplicity of the sword, even Jing Jiu is not as good as him.

The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.

The Ungraceful disciple was holding a sword and looked at Emperor Xiao who was sitting on the ground, feeling very at a loss, wondering who this person is? Could it be that one of the former emperors in the mausoleum had been nurtured for thousands of years by the filthy atmosphere, and the result was a corpse transformation? Otherwise, how could the movement be so stiff and so slow?

The yin wind drove a cloth **** his shoulder, and gently touched Emperor Xiao's body.

There was a bang.

Emperor Xiao dispersed, the bright yellow dragon robe shattered into countless pieces of cloth, falling into the mountains and yellow leaves, and being rolled by the autumn wind, they could no longer distinguish each other.