Chapter 254

No matter how fast or slow his speed is, the shadow stays at that position, looking particularly relaxed.

Xi Wangsun's face turned even paler.

He looked to the side and rear, and found that it was empty and there was nothing there.

It turned out that the person was up there.

Xi Wangsun didn't look up.

He suddenly changed direction and flew towards the bottom of the void, hoping to enter the cloud before the other party made a move.

The shadow did not change, still following him, walking on the surface of the white clouds.

Seeing that he was about to leave the Void Realm, and the slightly flowing clouds were close in front of him, Xi Wangsun seemed to see hope.

He soon discovers that the so-called hope is but false.

The shadow on the white cloud suddenly spread out and became long and thin, like a sword.

The sword formed by the shadow left the surface of the cloud and rolled towards Xi Wangsun's body, like the dancing flames of the soul fire of the underworld, or like the tongue of a turtle.

Xi Wangsun let out a snarl, regardless of his injuries, he forced out all the true energy in his body, accelerated his speed, and wanted to escape from Shengtian.

But where in the world is there anything faster than a shadow?

Just give the child an oil lamp, and he can use his fingers to leave a shadow on the distant city wall, and then make that shadow move faster than the sword of Master Jingyang.

The sword shadow landed on Xi Wangsun's body, and then wrapped him up like a real rope and lifted him upside down in the sky.

Xi Wangsun knew that the gap with the opponent's realm was too great, so he gave up resisting and looked towards the sky.

The sky above the void has no color, like transparent glass, reflecting the sunlight, making it extremely bright.

A dark shadow in a bright world.

Even with the vast expanse of sky in the background.

That figure still looked extremely tall.

Looking at that figure, Xi Wangsun's last will melted away, and he uttered the other person's name like a moan.

"Liu Ci..."

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

Not wronged.

Nothing wrong.

There is nothing wrong with it.

The two masters of the heaven-reaching realm shot one after another.

Who dares to refuse?

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Tianshou Mountain.

The first break of the rainstorm.

Pei Yuan has quietly returned to the cave, ready to take out the treasures that have been hidden for many years and leave.

He thought to himself that he is the head of the punishment hall and the elder brother of the head of the sect, who would dare to stop me?

Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded in the mountains to summon all the disciples to discuss matters in front of the hall.

Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to ignore it, but he felt a little hesitant when he felt the mountain gate formation that was obviously chilling.

In the end, he still didn't dare to force the mountain gate, gritted his teeth and hid the treasure deep in the cave, and returned to the square in front of the hall with his sword.

The Wuenmen disciples were very excited, even though they were drenched all over, they were still talking about the previous scene.

The palace door opened slowly, and Pei Baifa's figure appeared.

Everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted loudly: "Meet the sect master!"

Pei Baifa walked slowly through the thirteen stone steps.

The crane reliefs between the stone steps are more vivid after being washed by the rain.

Senran's sword intent lingered around his body.

His footsteps fell, and the ground cracked.

The sword intent gradually faded.

It was very quiet in front of the hall.

Without waiting for the doorman to ask questions, Pei Baifa said indifferently: "The one I want to kill is the grandson of the king of the West."

Everyone knew that it was a big shot of the Xihai Sword Sect, and it was said that he was Jian Xilai's junior, so they couldn't help being very surprised, excited and worried at the same time.

The previous sword of the sect master is indeed the supreme power of the Heaven-reaching Realm, but you have just left the customs, and you are going to fight against the Xihai Sword Sect?

Naturally, they were not afraid of going to war with Xihai when they thought about this, but they were just a little worried about the sect master's health.

After the battle with the Sword God, the door master's eyes could no longer see.

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

The elder asked with some uncertainty, "Is the thief dead?"

Pei Baifa did not answer this question, but said, "Go to Bailu Academy and burn it down."

He still didn't tell everyone that the Yuntai of Xihai Sword Sect is the main altar of Bulao Lin.

Pei Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pei Baifa looked at him in the crowd and said, "What do you think?"

Knowing that he couldn't see him, Pei Yuan felt a little weird.

"Someone told me back then that Tianjinren is a man of noble virtue and is trustworthy, and he is blind, so it doesn't hurt to see him."

Pei Baifa said: "I believed his words, went to White Deer Academy, and then became a blind man, so what's the problem if I burn it now?"

He wanted to burn Bailu Academy today because of the previous incident, so what would happen to that person?

Only halfway through Pei Baifa's words, Pei Yuan ran out of the valley to escape.

Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out.

His right leg broke neatly at the knee, as if severed by a sword.

Pei Baifa looked at him in the distance expressionlessly, his pale eyes exuded a gnawing luster.

Pei Yuan yelled in pain, got up from the ground, and hopped forward with his left foot. The picture looked a little funny, but it was even more terrifying.

Then, his left ankle was broken.

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

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

"I never thought that my brother would betray me, even if you have always been such a stupid and absurd thing."

Pei Baifa looked at him expressionlessly and said: "It turns out that I was blind for many years before I was really blind."

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The little sword flew back from behind the cliff, and the mirror-like blade reflected the scene between the cliffs.

Dusty green trees, mottled bloodstains, pale face, more and more rips on the gown.

Liu Shisui knelt in front of the old scholar, looking very sad.

That sword intent destroyed all vitality.

He liked this senior very much, because he had helped him a lot and had been with him for a long time.

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

"Please tell me what last wish you have. As long as I am still alive, I will help you achieve it."

He looked at the old scholar and said.

The old scholar shook his head.

Liu Shisui was a little anxious, and said, "You are about to die, why are you still refusing to tell?"

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

Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant.

"This pen is for you."

The old scholar handed him the Guancheng pen, and said with emotion: "Until this turmoil completely subsides, don't show up, the world is too chaotic."

Guancheng pen is the treasure of Yimao Zhai.

He casually gave it to Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui took it solemnly.

The old scholar asked: "The last thing I want to know is, before we left here that year, when you went to the woods to relieve yourself, was it to hide the Chuzi sword?"

Liu Shisui said, "Yes."

"Interesting, I hope Xi Wangsun won't feel his hands are dirty."

The old scholar laughed and said, "I have one more word. When a person is about to die, he talks a lot."

Liu Shisui burst into tears and said, "I also talk a lot."

"You have the demon fire, and you are born with body heat, so don't be too enthusiastic about doing things in the days to come, because it is easy to burn yourself to death."

The old scholar looked at him and said very seriously: "Even if you don't burn to death, it will be uncomfortable if your heart is too hot, just like I am now."

He turned on the fan and started fanning.

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

He gradually disappeared.