Chapter 498 I Am a Sword Light
The clouds and mists have dispersed, the sun is shining on the green hills, and every peak is clearly visible.
Shangdefeng is warmer.
The corpse dog no longer squinted his eyes, looked up at the falling sky light, his eyes were also very warm.
Deep in the sword prison.
Uncle Tai Fu's shout turned into an inaudible murmur to himself: "Is it one? Is this one?"
In that lonely cell, Xue Ji squatted on the bamboo chair, sensing the changes in the atmosphere of the world, was silent for a while, and then hummed softly.
The light of Tianguang Peak was still the brightest, but the hole in the stone tablet became deeper and deeper.
Yuan Gui under the stele slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and deep, like that hole.
Fang Jingtian looked at the hole in the stone tablet and said with emotion: "Master, you are indeed right."
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On the former ruined temple.
The soles of Jing Jiu's feet left the ground, and he floated up like this.
Back then in the Demon Suppressing Prison, after he got the help of the Underworld Emperor to cultivate the Nether Immortal Sword, he became much lighter and clearer than ordinary practitioners.
That's because the turbid air in his body was refined by the soul fire, so he was naturally fairy-like.
He floated up at this time, but it was different from usual, more like a non-human feeling, like a flag in the wind, a sail on the sea.
Because he was still holding Nan Chi's hand, his body floated up and lay horizontally in the air, with his right hand aimed at Nan Chi's body.
In Guocheng Temple, his right hand was seriously injured by the monk Du Hai. Later, he searched for whetstones all over the Chaotian Continent, and it took him a year to heal it.
Now his right hand has fully recovered and is even sharper than before.
He is also very familiar with this posture, whether it is in the bottom of the cold mountain or digging holes in other places, he always flies like this.
That's for sharpening the sword, and also for getting used to it in advance.
Maybe at that time he had already thought of today.
Seeing Jing Jiu floating up, Nan Chi's eyes showed a strong sense of vigilance.
But before even the thought that it was too late appeared in his mind, Jing Jiu flew out.
With a buzzing sound, Jing Jiu disappeared from the spot and went nowhere.
Nan Chi looked down at his body, and found that there was a big hole there.
There is nothingness in the cave, just like the round window of the Zen room in Sanqian Nunnery, where one can see spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything in the world.
South Trend vaguely understood something.
The white cat squatted in the grass and stared at him, its eyes were full of sympathy and cruelty.
Nan Wang flew out of the cliff cave, and was about to continue fighting, when he suddenly found that the opponent had turned into the ghost he was now.
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Jing Jiu was flying.
He has never flown so fast before, no matter when he is controlling the sword, or when using the Nether Immortal Sword, whether it is in the previous life or in this life.
All the pictures on the ground turned into lines of various colors swept back quickly.
He vaguely felt that even Firth's sword game was not as fast as he was at this time.
This is not an accurate calculation and judgment, because at this time he has entered a state of neither thing nor self, and his Taoist mind is empty but chaotic.
Strangely, in this state, he can see the reality of the world from those colored lines.
Those blue lines should be the green mountains, and the red lines should be the walls of Baotong Temple and the hot pot in Yizhou City.
The occasional white spots of star spots may be the mandarin duck pot that is rarely seen in Yizhou city.
Then he saw a patch of blue.
Blue is everywhere.
The sea and the sky are the same color.
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The West Sea and the blue sky are the same color.
Liu Ci stood between the sky and the sea, holding the Chengtian scabbard in his left hand, and drew out the invisible sword with his right hand.
After the sound of the sword sounded, it was no longer interrupted, and there was a continuous seemingly endless friction sound.
I don't know if it's going back into the sheath or out of the sheath.
Countless sword intents in the world converged towards him, and the core was his right hand.
In the light, his figure was extremely tall, like a god, more like a giant who wanted to cut the god under the sword.
Nan Chi's body suddenly became lighter.
The Sword God of the West Sea suddenly raised his head and stretched his finger forward.
The Twelve-Flooded Building Sword returned in response to the call, and was broken into twelve pieces with a crisp sound of crackling.
The broken sword body, like a severed pagoda, surrounded him, forming an extremely strong barrier.
Liu Ci falls to the sword!
There is no wind in the sky, like frozen ice, and the sea is calm, like a dark ancient mirror.
This absolute tranquility gives people a strong sense of tearing, as if the sky and the sea are drifting away.
With the fall of this sword, the world seemed to be separated.
Everyone felt it, but it was too late to react, or dare not to react.
Hundreds of Qingshan flying swords bowed their heads slightly, expressing their submission, only Buerjian quit, as if they wanted to express something.
Master Bai suddenly turned his head and looked to the south, with a strange expression on his face.
Bu Qiuxiao felt the fear coming from the dragon tail inkstone, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
What kind of sword is it?
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When the sword light just appeared in the sky, Nan Tzu moved.
He disappeared from the spot.
In the blue sky, there seemed to be five clouds of smoke and dust appearing at the same time, each cloud of smoke and dust was separated by several miles.
In just an instant, he was in the extremely high sky.
He didn't dare to receive the sword head-on, and ran away!
A moment ago, that sword light was still in the sky.
The next moment, that sword light came to the West Sea.
The sea was illuminated, as if the sun had risen again.
The breath of the sword is very ordinary, not cold, not lonely, no killing intent, and no other smell, as if it is a flying sword that can be seen everywhere, extremely simple.
Only people like Nan Chi and Bai Zhenren can realize that this simplicity is actually the indifference after being extremely complicated, which is the so-called return to simplicity.
The sword light passed through the original position of Nanqi and continued to move forward.
The Sword God of the West Sea stood in the sky there.
He has been adjusted to the peak state, and he does not hesitate to meet the sword light.
Countless huge tides arose on the sea... and then calmed down instantly.
Jian Guang flew over without stopping.
In the crackling sound, all twelve Chonglou swords were shattered.
The Sword God of the West Sea spat out a stream of blood, turned his back to the sky, and fell towards the sea.
A man who was at the top of the sky was seriously injured by a sword!
The target of that sword light was not him, it was just passing by!
The people who saw this scene were shocked and speechless, and even Master Bai felt a bone-chilling chill.
The sword light sent Xihai Sword God flying, without stopping, and even without slowing down at all, it continued to kill towards the front.
The sky was illuminated brightly.
The disciples of the West Sea Sword Sect fell into the sea one after another, but it was not known how many people were killed or injured in an instant.
Jian Guang suddenly entered the sea, then flew up again, disappeared from people's eyes, and went to the high sky.
A moment later, a low and painful cry came from the depths of the seabed.
That huge black shadow is slowly disintegrating.
The sea water is gradually turning red.
At this time, the south trend had already avoided the high sky.
The sword light chased after him.
Countless lines of sight looked over.
Within a few breaths, countless traces appeared in the sky.
The south trend is in front, and the sword light is behind.
The speed displayed by the South Trend has exceeded the imagination of the practitioners.
But he still couldn't get rid of the sword.
Those traces are getting weaker and weaker.
It shows that the south trend and the sword light are getting farther and farther away from the ground.
until it can no longer be seen.
But no one looked back, still looking up at the sky.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly it rained in the sky.
People know that Nanji is dead.
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In the barren hills.
Looking south towards the surrounding mountains.
The ruined temple, the black coffin, and those stones have all been reduced to the finest powder.
It was made by the two swords he and Jing Jiu.
Flowers, plants, trees, cliff rocks and water vapor are all mixed together, and they can no longer be separated.
Nanshi understood that truth.
Is this all things one?
He thought silently, then closed his eyes.
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West Sea.
Jing Jiu and Nan Chi are in the void, standing tens of feet apart.
Apart from the grievances between Aoyama and Kirishima, looking at the history of Chaotian Continent, they are the two closest people in terms of kendo.
In their final moments, they had a spiritual conversation.
Jing Jiu asked, "Are you still you now?"
With a slightly bewildered emotion on Nan Chi's pale face, he replied, "Of course I am me."
Jing Jiu asked, "Then who is he?"
Nan Chi said, "He is him."
Jing Jiu said, "It makes sense."
Nan Chi asked: "Who are you? Everything is one?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm Jingyang."
Nan Chi understood, and looked at him with emotion: "What a peerless sword, what a peerless person."
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Qingshan has a sword that he has always wanted to see but dare not see.
There is also someone he has always wanted to see but dare not meet.
Today, I saw the South Trend, and it was time to go back.
His body dissipated into countless light spots, and just spread out.
This is true of all things in the sky, not to mention that he is a sword ghost.
Jing Jiu's line of sight followed the light spots and fell downwards.
Those points of light crossed the void, became water droplets after being stained with water vapor, and gradually gathered into rain and fell.
Those raindrops fell on the sea without splashing any waves.
The sea, stained red by whale blood, was still so calm.
Millennium thing, that's it.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu felt a little emotional, and said, "The wind is peaceful for a lifetime, and the waves are calm for a lifetime."
He forgot that this is a void, there is no air, and naturally there is no sound.
There was silence between heaven and earth.
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(The Xihai game is more than half done. The detailed outline I wrote for this paragraph was calculated yesterday. With revisions and the like, I am afraid that it will exceed 60,000 words. Fortunately, the final effect is what I want. I hope everyone likes it.)