Living forever in the deep palace

The last time I sharpened the sword, Daliang was still there, but the moment the sword was unsheathed, Daliang was destroyed.

just now.

I don't know if the sword is sharp.

perhaps.

In the eyes of the world, more and more ancient and powerful people are coming into the world, including immortals and innate ones. The sword of this Wind and Snow Sword Immortal must have been so dull that it can no longer cut.

"Mr. Su."

"Do not."

correct.

He is too strong.

"you are right."

A strong intuition told him.

There was a young imperial physician who was preparing medicine.

"Let's do it."

Sikong was silent for a long time.

I don’t know the third mantra.

"You don't have any innate energy in your body. You are not innate, so why can't I kill you with the Ten Ultimate Immortal Techniques?"

The powerful figure flying in the air made Su Chen feel fearful and he also realized the power of the Immortal Road.

He poured three times the amount of wine and pushed it towards the young imperial physician.

On the stone table.

The first two spells also exploded.

Inexplicable.

Ning Ye roared.

Was he wrong?

"When I was young, I thought the sword in my hand could solve any problem in the world! Now, I still feel the same..."

"The Zhou people suffered too much."

"Now, I have acquired the Ten Ultimate Techniques."

At only around forty years old, he reached the pinnacle of the world and became a giant in the world.

A young man's voice sounded behind Sikong.

Even the body is no longer there.

As panic-stricken as a dog that has lost its home.

In the door.

Looking at the green fruit, Sikong, his silver hair blown by the wind, had a hollow look in his eyes, as if he had returned to that year in the Jinjiang military camp.

He is only about forty years old and has been practicing for thirty years.

In the chariot.

next to.

The sword in my hand is still on the whetstone.

It’s not that the two of them have a deep affection for each other, but the other party has not yet fulfilled his promise to cultivate flesh and blood for his 100,000 Liang people.

But a true giant among men.

Ning Ye smiled proudly.

The last time, the person who angered the heavens and dared to meddle with the fate of all living beings was called Dayu Immortal Ancestor, a heavenly immortal that all those who reached the top looked up to.

All men will eventually die, but he is immortal.

The Yaksha ghost turned into ashes all over the sky, scattered by the wind, drifting towards the distant green mountains and distant rivers...

boom!

An invisible force was exerted on Su Chen.

"I let the dynasties fight for supremacy and unify the world. I am waiting for the emergence of a wise and powerful ruler, not a madman like you..."

The Flame Emperor is roaring.

"do you died?"

"Let's do it."

"I have a sword, hastily made, I ask you to see it."

But he had already lost his soul.

Long black hair.

The earth is sinking.

Demon Mountain is in the distance.

The imperial physician stopped preparing the medicine and looked at the man.

The laughter grew louder.

"He should be dead!"

He has practiced for more than 30 years.

hum!

The world was silent.

Sikong spoke in a loud voice without any hesitation. His eyes were firm and his scarlet robe fluttered in the wind.

The brocade box is opened.

He has been on the path to immortality for more than five hundred years.

A strange laugh was heard in the carriage.

Under the sun.

He is still a first-rank official.

In this world of giants, the truly supreme ones, all waiting for the arrival of the immortal, he will be the number one in the world.

He smiled freely.

"It's finally my turn to take action."

"This battle started with me and will end with me."

It has been eleven years since Xuanlong.

"right here."

"I can't wait."

"Did you go the wrong way?"

"Degenerated into a corpse, his soul like a ghost, tempered in the earth veins for three hundred years, he is an existence comparable to a great innate demon..."

"wrong."

"Even if you are the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal, it is impossible."

He wanted to touch the chaotic rain.

"Go to hell!"

With his level as a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal and five hundred years of experience, he couldn't even defeat a mere mortal cultivator?

In front of Su Chen.

"That must be the world's hero he's looking for!"

"I will only use this hundred-year-old green fruit to bury you..."

That's it.

"I will not recognize you. This imperial city and the entire world should not be handed over to a eunuch."

boom!

The howling wind brought with it a foul stench.

It wants to drink blood.

The Yaksha ghost is born.

Su Chen stopped sharpening his sword.

The top of the green mountain.

"Have you finished the fight?"

The young man stood in the library.

"what for?"

"Let him crown me emperor."

"We failed to kill all the Liang people."

The green mountains fall.

At this moment, he no longer dared to fight and turned around to flee.

"does it worth?"

Under this sword, there is extinction and vitality. The heaven and the earth are eclipsed by this third sword.

"Sword Immortal Fengxue, haven't you created enough miracles of cultivation?"

Intentionally bursting out.

He will die.

far away.

"Accident?"

Don't let Su Chen draw his sword!

otherwise.

The young man was smiling. He glanced at the beautiful figure in green, sat down at the stone table, and poured three cups of wine.

"Accident."

In front of the Yaksha demon, he was like an ant that could be crushed with just a kick.

I also want to prove to the world that it is still a sword, an unparalleled sword that can slay demons and behead immortals!

"worth."

at this time.

There was a master from the Heavenly Alliance who was watching the battle from afar in the Imperial City, but all he saw was the black fog and the snow, making it impossible to see the true situation of the battle.

Unremarkable.

He was roaring.

Push the door open and enter.

"No, I'm here to ask for your approval."

how can that be!

"But."

at this time.

"I think so."

"No matter how long it's been, looking back, our family believes that the Flame Emperor did the right thing."

He knows.

"Look at my third spell!"

"Three-word spell!"

loyal.

In the dust.

In front of him, his spine was broken and his spirit was cut off.

In the dust.

Died.

No matter how much I hate it.

Su Chen did not stop him.

"It's raining."

In the chariot.

"After all, it's just a small practice in the human world..."

"The third spell failed?"

He was a lowly eunuch.

"perhaps."

But the souls died under his sword.

"One hundred thousand old Zhou people jumped off a cliff to their deaths, wiping out the gap between heaven and earth and sending one hundred thousand demons down the mountain."

then.

But not like this.

This is a broken sword.

Sikong came out from the front chariot. He was very old, and a complex look flashed across his cold eyes.

at this time.

"Hahaha!"

Ning Ye was stunned.

Because the sword in his hand is extremely sharp and has reached its peak, ready to burst out, and does not need to be sharpened any further.

"Zhou people, there should be a way to survive..."

Sikong, turn a deaf ear.

"Ning Ye, when he was in Dayu, was already a high-level Qi training immortal, firmly on the seventh level of immortality. Now, he is far beyond the reach of Emperor Jie."

This night.

Even in the past, when he faced the sleeping Great Yu Sword Immortal in the imperial mausoleum, he had never been so frightened.

"Comparatively, I still prefer to call you Xu the helmsman..."

He couldn't understand why, with the seventh level of the Immortal Path, ten unique skills, and a powerful corpse ghost body that was comparable to the innate one, he couldn't kill a mere human descendant.

Eight years have passed.

In a trance.

Su Chen's soul returned to its place, his eyes shining, he reached for the long sword in his hand, and the sword responded to him, emitting a clear sound.

"It's beyond human control."

He was wearing tattered shrouds, laughing loudly, and wreaking havoc on the world.

It sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.

Why would he lose!

A great terror surged in his heart.

"Jie..."

A voice sounded slowly.

There was also unstoppable amazement in his eyes.

This is an extremely powerful person taking action!

"I curse you to grow old and die today!"

The originally passionate and sea-like momentum disappeared completely.

The body is still there.

A Yaksha ghost, or a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal.

He walked to the top of the green mountain and placed a brocade box in front of Su Chen. His eyes were cold and he stood like a demon.

They couldn't help but sigh.

He is no longer the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal.

Su Chen held the sword, the sword was soaked in blood, and the cracks were covered with the blood of the Yaksha ghost, and he cheered.

Su Chen raised his eyes, his eyes bright, and was narrating.

This sword cuts off life and the soul.

"I just came to repay the favor."

Su Chen stretched out his hand.

Was Su Chen wrong?

That’s not wrong.

The Yaksha ghost is a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal, sub-innate, and can be killed with a backhand.

Sikong is laughing.

Beside him, the resentment of the people, pretending to be the Flame Emperor, was also smiling.

The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal will not die!

The young imperial physician was looking at the young man in the black dragon costume and asking.

The thousand-foot green mountains have stood here for countless years, and they can be easily wiped out, but the small shadow of wind and snow cannot be wiped out.

"When I was young."

Ten unique skills!

His ten unique skills!

Almost reaching the summit.

But, this world!

“Not surprising.”

"Hahaha!"

even so.

just.

If the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal meets a tough opponent, he will be finished.

"Just hate."

"Another successor to the Ten Supreme Techniques..."

Yaksha ghost wanted to stop it.

"Just hate."

They are just practicing the path under their feet and walking on the path they believe is right.

"Keep waiting! Three hundred thousand soldiers won't enter the imperial city, but they won't leave either. They'll block the rivers and waterways and intercept the caravans on the road..."

just.

"It's my turn."

Just quietly looking at this lonely old man.

pity.

"I curse you to be blind!"

Sikong, the statue with the vermilion palm print, looked into the distance at the world shrouded in black fog, shook his head listlessly, took out a glass of wine, and poured it on the ground, as if paying tribute to the dead Su Chen.

Useless sword!

He served three generations of emperors.

The rivers flowed away before him.

Ning Ye was smiling.

Su Chen's body moved slowly, and one of his soul and two spirits were about to leave his body.