Chapter 713 Falling Leaves Have Nothing to Do with the Autumn Wind, It's Just that the Time Has Come

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

Logically speaking, the moment the sword light left from Master Bai's body, she should have been shattered and died.

But such a thing did not happen, because at the moment when the sword light entered her palm, an extremely bright golden glow lit up in the depths of her eyes.

The sword light seemed to have encountered some kind of barrier in her body, and in the end it only penetrated her arm, bringing out bloody flowers like rain.

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

It seems that she actually used the last master talisman, so she avoided the catastrophe of death.

Just before she disappeared, the sun illuminated her face, and she could vaguely see something different.

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

He looked to the southeast direction, a sword glow flashed in his eyes, and he saw the faint breath fluctuation in the sunlight, which turned into sword light again and chased after him.

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Whether it is Jing Jiu, who is transformed into a sword light, or Bai Zhenren, who is holding a fairy book in his hand, they are the most extreme combat power in this world.

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

Only they are qualified to hunt and kill each other. In fact, they also managed to seriously injure each other once in a very short period of time, but it is unknown who will win the final victory.

Master Bai escaped into the heaven and earth, Jian Guang chased after him, and the East China Sea returned to tranquility again.

As the breeze blew, the green curtain fluttered slightly, and then disintegrated into countless pieces, revealing the face of the person in the sedan chair.

The master of Shuiyue Temple looked like an ordinary and delicate girl.

At this time, her face was a little pale, and the corners of her lips were bloody. She must have suffered a serious injury in catching Bai Zhenren's palm.

Only in this way can we find a chance to sneak attack Bai Zhenren.

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

It was at that time that Tong Yan made this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu went back to Yunmeng Mountain and heard Qilin's words, went to Wu'enmen, and was successfully attacked by Master Bai.

Tong Yan looked at the seriously damaged sedan chair with green curtains, and asked, "Is the nunnery all right?"

The Master of Shuiyue Temple looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Do you know that your reputation in the practice world is not very good?"

Tong Yan said calmly, "I know."

He used to be a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou School, but he suddenly defected from the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace.

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

But these are actually not important. For a big man like Shuiyuean Master, the childish face is unpleasant, even faintly fearful, in other aspects.

For example, when Master Bai descended from the sky, his pale face and helpless eyes...

"How does it feel to have cheated my former master?" Shuiyuean Master asked with mixed emotions.

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

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The mausoleum of the former dynasty was in the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain. When the sky came here through the dozen or so holes Jing Jiu broke, it was already very dim.

The white jade coffin has turned into snow dust.

A middle-aged man with a clear face and an extraordinary bearing looked at the slightly cracked tortoise shell in his hand, and sighed inexplicably.

He looked like a scholar enjoying the snow and preparing to recite poems.

But the faint majesty and real imperial aura that was naturally exuded from the bright yellow imperial robe all showed that his true identity was by no means so simple.

He is Emperor Xiao.

descendants of the former dynasty.

The real culprit of the turmoil in the world hundreds of years ago.

The last sword escaper in Chaotian Continent.

He also has the identity of Daoist Taiping's companion, who can also be said to be a military adviser.

Using the heaven and the earth as the furnace to destroy the world with blue smoke is a game he and Daoist Taiping jointly set up.

This bureau seems grand and rough, but it is actually very delicate. He spent more than a hundred years by the Daze to finalize all the details.

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

Seeing hundreds of years of painstaking efforts come to naught, Master Bai appeared.

"My way is not alone."

Emperor Xiao sighed with emotion, and walked out of the mausoleum.

Countless imperial aura also dispersed towards the outside of the mausoleum, slightly moving his imperial robe, followed by a chilly wind.

How can you not be emotional?

His ancestors are buried here.

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

If Wuenmen dared to use the tomb of their ancestors as a mountain gate, they should be exterminated.

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

That time he failed.

Will it fail this time?

"Who are you?"

A voice sounded from below the stone steps.

Emperor Xiao turned around and looked around.

A young man stood under a tree, his face was ordinary, and so was his breath.

The light and shadow cut by the leaves of the sky fell on his face, which did not add a sense of mystery, but looked a little funny.

The young man was wearing the imperial uniform of Wuenmen, with a sword tied around his waist. If he could not unite with the sword, his realm must not be high.

Emperor Xiao sneaked into Tianshou Mountain with Master Bai, and Jing Jiu broke in directly. In addition, the mausoleum was broken and the emperor's air was leaked.

The elders and disciples who want to come to Wu'en Sect should all wake up one after another and leave the closed cave.

It's just that for some reason, this young disciple with a low realm was the first to come here.

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

Emperor Xiao looked at this young Wuen disciple and said with emotion: "I have to say that the way of heaven is indeed righteous. If you insist that the world is ungrateful, then don't blame the world for being ruthless."

Back then, Pei Baifa was killed by the Sword God of the West Sea, and the Wuen Gate had no giants, so the mountain was closed.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the closure of the Wuenmen's mountain is still not over, which can only show that they have not yet welcomed a strong person in the sky-reaching realm.

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

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

The young Wuenmen disciple untied the sword tied around his waist, looked at him and said with trembling voice.

His movement of untying the sword was a bit clumsy, very unskilled, and he obviously had no experience in fighting people.

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

With a sword in hand, no matter how many swords and moves one can draw, it is within the domain of ordinary people.

The Wuenmen disciple was a little nervous.

More than a hundred years ago, he was a very ordinary Yujun boy, who was discovered by a fairy master to be quite talented, so he brought him to Tianshou Mountain.

Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the mountain gate and received a set of clothes, a sword and a book of swordsmanship, many major events happened in the sect one after another.

The head of the sect suddenly went out, and then the master died for some reason, and then... the head of the sect also died, and then Feng Shan.

Master's status in the mountain gate is very high, but to be honest, his temperament is really bad, so he is not too sad about Master's death, but more at a loss.

What made him even more confused was that after the sect closed the mountain, the elders and those senior brothers all went to their respective caves to meditate, but no one paid any attention to him.

Only then did he vaguely realize that Master's death might not be very glorious.

In fact, before closing the mountain, he had one last chance to leave, but for some reason he stayed.

Without his own cave, he lives in the value room next to the main hall. Fortunately, there are a lot of goblins, crystals and other things in the sect, so he doesn't have to worry about starving to death, and he doesn't have to 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 manual.

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

As for the set of clothes, he had washed them long ago and put them away carefully.

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

He has seen Yingzi who is flying with a sword in the same school, and he knows that his realm is very low, and he also knows that even if he practiced the sword scriptures for a thousand years, he would be so good.

It's just that at this time, neither the teacher nor the fellow students woke up, and he was the only one, so he had no choice but to stand up.

After Emperor Xiao finished those words, he continued to walk outside the mountain.

He could fly at this time, but he didn't know why he had to leave, maybe he wanted to see if the young disciple of Wu'enmen dared to draw his sword?

The Wuenmen disciple swallowed nervously, and rushed towards Emperor Xiao with the sword in his hand.

Emperor Xiao saw a strange scene from the corner of his eye, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

The Wuenmen disciple had obviously moved, but he seemed to be still standing there.

Only his figure moved.

In other words, that Wuenmen disciple moved so fast that he actually brought out an afterimage in the shade of the tree!

There was a soft pop.

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

Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, slightly staining the bright yellow imperial robe.

Emperor Xiao frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was pain or what he was thinking.

"who are you?"

He looked at the young Wuenmen disciple and asked with inconceivable emotions.

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

The expression of that Wuenmen disciple was very flustered, and he seemed to find it even more inconceivable than Emperor Xiao.

I just performed the first move in the entry sword scripture, how did I stab into this person's body?

Not knowing whether he thought it was too unbelievable or that the picture in front of him was fake, he subconsciously pulled out the sword.

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

The dark wind blew out from the main hall and landed on the disciple of the Wuenmen.

There was only a rustling sound, and his clothes suddenly split, turning into countless cloth belts, hanging down like this.

After more than a hundred years, even if the clothes are placed carefully, they have already rotted.

On the contrary, the sword in his hand has been sharpened for more than a hundred years and 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. What killed him was the sword intent of this Wuenmen disciple.

For more than a hundred years, this disciple of Wuenmen practiced the introductory sword scripture over and over again. When it comes to the simplicity and purity of sword intent, even Jing Jiu is not as good as him.

The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.

The Wuenmen disciple raised his sword and looked at Emperor Xiao who was sitting on the ground, feeling very at a loss, wondering who is this person? Could it be that one of the former emperors in the mausoleum had been nourished by the filthy atmosphere for thousands of years, resulting in a corpse change? Otherwise, how could the movements be so stiff and slow?

The Yin wind brought a cloth belt on his shoulders and lightly touched Emperor Xiao's body.

There was a bang.

Emperor Xiao then dispersed, and the bright yellow dragon robe shattered into countless pieces, which fell into the yellow leaves all over the mountain, and was swept away by the autumn wind, making them indistinguishable from each other.