Chapter 99 Young Hero The last time he sharpened the sword, Daliang was still there, but the moment he unsheathed the sword, Daliang was now. I don't know whether the sword is sharp. perhaps. In the eyes of the world, more and more ancient 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." "In comparison, I still prefer to call you Xu the helmsman..." Sikong walked out from the front chariot. He was very old, and a complex look flashed across his cold eyes. "He is the strongest under the Xiantian. If you get close, you will die." Yaksha ghost wanted to stop it.
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 his flesh and blood with 100,000 Liang people. Sikong, turn a deaf ear. He knows. The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal is not such a person. He will die. But not like this death. "One hundred thousand old Zhou people jumped off the cliff to their deaths, smoothing the gap between heaven and earth and sending one hundred thousand demons down the mountain." "The blood of one hundred thousand young men was sacrificed to the Great Yu Emperor's Mausoleum to restore the vitality of the immortals and help them escape from their predicament." "does it worth?" Su Chen is asking. He was still sharpening the sword. Only fragments of the Xichen Sword were left in his hand, but a force of will forced them together. This is a broken sword. Useless sword! even so. As Su Chen polished it, there was still a terrifying edge, bursting out from the broken sword body, shaking the earth. It has been silent for a long time. at this time. 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." The top of the green mountain.
Sikong spoke in a loud voice without any hesitation. His eyes were firm and his scarlet robe fluttered in the wind. In a trance. It was like the return of the Flame Emperor. "The Zhou people suffered too much." "No matter how long it has been, looking back, our family believes that Emperor Yan was right." "Just hate." "We failed to kill all the Liang people." "Just hate." "In this life, I will belong to the same era as you, the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal." Sikong stared at this piece of black clothes in the turbid world. No matter how much I hate it. There was also unstoppable amazement in his eyes. He was a lowly eunuch. Unremarkable. When he was young, he was friends with two generations of Daliang factory workers. Practicing for more than 30 years. At only forty years old, he reached the pinnacle of the world and became a giant in the world. Even if he drinks the first mouthful of the dragon energy of the mountains and rivers, he is destined to soar into the sky and ascend to the first human master in the innate realm, Long Xuanjun. In front of him, his spine was broken and his spirit was cut off. "Then there's nothing more to say." "Yakshagui will die here." "I let the dynasties fight for supremacy and unify the world. I am waiting for the emergence of a wise ruler, not a madman like you..." "I will not recognize you. This imperial city and the whole world should not be handed over to a eunuch." Su Chen raised his eyes, his eyes bright, and was narrating. The sword in my hand is still on the whetstone. He does not grind stone. But, this world! In this world where all the giants, the truly outstanding ones, are waiting for the arrival of immortality, he will be the number one person in the world.
It sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. "Hahaha!" Sikong is laughing. The laughter grew louder. a long time. 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. The brocade box is opened. Inside is a green fruit that shines brightly. "I am here." "No, I'm here to ask for your approval." "I just came to repay the kindness of the past." 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. The Flame Emperor is roaring. Say he betrayed. But who would connect the library, the mortal who stays indoors and is at the helm, with the peerless and amazing Wind and Snow Sword Immortal? "Our dispute started with this little green fruit. Let's end it with this little green fruit tonight." “Hundred-year-old green fruit is hard to find.” "We have traveled thousands of miles, from the third year of Xuanlong to the tenth year of Xuanlong, and finally found it between the land and the sea..." "I will only use this hundred-year-old green fruit to bury you..." Sikong left. Never looking back. Return to the group of 300,000 soldiers. Su Chen didn't stop him. Just quietly looking at this lonely old man. He served three generations of emperors. loyal. Even in his old age, he was still working hard for Zhou. Was he wrong?
correct. Was Su Chen wrong? That’s also true. They are just practicing the path at their feet and walking on the path they believe is right. "It's raining." The top of the green mountain. Su Chen stretched out his hand. He wanted to touch the chaotic rain. pity. He is too strong. Before the rain even got close to him, it turned into snowflakes and ice crystals that fell on the green hills, freezing the world. "When I was young." "I am a eunuch in the deep palace. I don't understand why the emperor is so cruel, why the people are suffering, and why the world is in chaos." "I thought it would be better to change the emperor." "But." "I changed emperors one after another. Emperor Yan was not suitable, and Emperor Jie was killed by me. After going around in circles, I'm still back to square one..." "When I was young, I thought the sword in my hand could solve any problem in the world! Now, I still think so..." Su Chen stopped sharpening his sword. Because the sword in his hand is sharp and has reached its peak, ready to burst out, and does not need to be sharpened any further. It wants to drink blood. "Jie Jie Jie." "It's finally my turn to take action." "How strong can a young man who has practiced for more than thirty years or forty years old and is still practicing in the human world?" A strange laugh was heard in the carriage. The sky was filled with black fog. Cover the sky. Sweeping the entire world. now. A Yaksha ghost walked out of the chariot. His body was covered with corpse spots, and he had a green face and fangs, not like a human.
He was wearing tattered shrouds, laughing loudly, and wreaking havoc on the world. The green mountains prostrate themselves at his feet. The rivers flowed away before him. The Yaksha ghost stood in the air, stepping on the black fog, staring at Su Chen, forming a mysterious seal, and uttered the first words. "I curse you to lose your sight!" then. In front of Su Chen. It’s getting dark! "I curse you to have a broken soul and a dying body!" then. Su Chen's body moved slowly, and one of his soul and two spirits were about to leave his body. "This is the Ten Ultimate Techniques!" "Three-word spell!" "Another successor of the Ten Absolute Techniques..." The Heaven Alliance had a master who was watching the battle from afar in the Imperial City, but all he saw was black fog and snow, so he couldn't see the battle situation clearly. But there was no way they could mistake the aura of these ten unique techniques. In this regard. They couldn't help but sigh. "Ning Ye, when he was in Dayu, was a high-level Qi training immortal, firmly on the seventh level of immortality. Now, he is far beyond the reach of Emperor Jie." "Now, I have acquired the Ten Ultimate Techniques." "Degenerate into a corpse, with a spirit like a ghost, tempered in the earth veins for three hundred years, and an existence comparable to a congenital demon..." "How can the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal be my opponent?" tonight. If the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal meets a tough opponent, he will be finished. "Hahaha!" "Look at my third spell!" Ning Ye smiled proudly. boom! The howling wind brought with it a foul stench. "I curse you to grow old and die today!"
This mantra is the third mantra. It should be the strongest! Even those who reach the innate realm will die of old age on the spot. boom! An invisible force was exerted on Su Chen. A breath passed. Three breaths passed. a long time. The ghost den shrouded in gloomy winds completely engulfed the snow-covered green mountains, but the third spell never had any effect. Su Chen still has the appearance of a teenager. Long black hair. The power of the third of the Ten Absolute Spells, when applied to Su Chen, was like a gentle breeze on his face, and it could not shake his lifespan in the slightest. All men will eventually die, but he will live forever. Ten small tricks. How could anyone shake his immortal seed that was inviolable throughout the ages? "The third spell failed?" "wrong." "I succeeded in launching it!" Ning Ye was stunned. boom! The next moment, a terrifying backlash force hit. I don’t know the third mantra. The first two spells also exploded with a loud bang. Ten unique skills! His ten unique skills! Almost reaching the summit. With his level of a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal and five hundred years of experience, he is actually unable to defeat a mere mortal cultivator? how can that be! Could it be that he is in the innate realm, or that he has swallowed the dragon energy of mountains and rivers and achieved a powerful innate state? "No." "What's going on?" "You don't have any innate energy in your body. You are not innate. Why can't I kill you with the Ten Ultimate Immortal Techniques?" Ning Ye was horrified. Inexplicable.
A great terror arose in his heart. Even in the past, when he faced the sleeping Great Yu Sword Immortal in the imperial mausoleum, he had never been so frightened. A strong intuition told him. Don't let Su Chen draw his sword! otherwise. No one in the world can save him! "No!" Ning Ye roared. At this moment, he could not care about anything else. While the Ten Absolute Techniques still had some effect, he leaped ten miles, crushed the green mountains, and twisted the palm of a great demon towards Su Chen's head. "Go to hell!" He was roaring. In his hands, thousands of feet of green mountains were wiped out. The earth is sinking. Ten miles away. The imperial city is shaking! The distant Jinjiang City and cities further away can all feel the shaking of the mountains and rivers. This is an extremely powerful person taking action! "The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal has passed away." “The general trend.” "It is beyond human power to stop it." "Even if you are the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal, it is impossible." In the chariot. 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. just. About this battle. Tianmeng is watching. Demon Mountain is in the distance. In the Imperial Mausoleum of Dayu, the immortals are mocking the later generations who are practicing cultivation without knowing the consequences. But a true giant among men. Without exception, the climbers standing at the pinnacle of the world paid no attention to this battle. Even the Gods did not pay any attention to it. They know.
The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal will not die! Mete out. He is no longer the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal. From the beginning to the end, the person who was ignorant of the danger was Ning Ye. after all. The last time, the person who angered the heavens and dared to interfere with the fate of all living beings was called the Immortal Ancestor Dayu. He was the immortal who fell from the sky that all those who reached the top had to look up to. "do you died?" "Hahaha!" "Probably dead!" "After all, it's just a small practice in the human world..." Ning Ye is smiling. just. Soon. His laughter suddenly stopped. The mountains fall. In the dust. A voice sounded slowly. The thousand-foot green mountains have stood here for countless years, but they can be easily wiped out. However, the tiny shadow of wind and snow cannot be wiped out. "Have you finished the fight?" "Now." "It's my turn." "I have a sword, hastily made, please look at it." In the dust. Su Chen's soul returned, his eyes were shining, he reached for the sword in his hand, and the sword responded to him, emitting a clear sound. Intentionally bursting out. "No!" Ning Ye roared. At this moment, he no longer dared to fight and turned around to flee.
As panic-stricken as a dog which has lost its home. He just 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 his innate ability, he couldn't kill a mere human descendant. He has been on the path to immortality for more than five hundred years. And the other side. He is only about forty years old and has been practicing for thirty years. Why would he lose! hum! The world was silent. Under this sword, there is extinction and vitality. The heaven and the earth are eclipsed by this third sword, and the sun is eclipsed. Half empty. Ning Ye's body stopped, with a ferocious expression still on his face, and the fear and despair in his eyes could not be faked. This sword cuts off life and the soul. he died. The body is still there. But his soul had already been scattered. Soon. Even the body is no longer there. The Yaksha ghost turned into ashes all over the sky, scattered with the wind, and drifted to the distant green mountains and rivers... This sword swept across, cutting through the eerie ghost den. This land became a watershed with this sword as the watershed. Half of it was full of vitality with blooming flowers, while the other half was withered and the land was as barren as sand. The third year of Xuanlong. The Yaksha ghost was born. The powerful figure flying in the air made Su Chen feel fearful and he also realized the power of the Immortal Road. At that time. He is only of the first rank and can barely kill a Grandmaster of the first level. The Yaksha ghost is a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal, sub-innate, and can be killed with a backhand. At that time. In front of the Yaksha demon, he was like an ant that could be crushed with just a kick. Eight years have passed. It has been eleven years since Xuanlong.
He is still a first-class rank. A Yaksha ghost, or a high-level Qi-cultivating immortal. at this time. But there were many dead souls under his sword. "Things change and people change." Su Chen held the sword, the sword was soaked with blood, and the cracks were covered with the blood of the Yaksha ghost, and he cheered. The Xichen Sword gave birth to a spirit. at this time. It is also a magical treasure. Su Chen left. Without the Yaksha demon, no matter how many soldiers and armors they had, or how powerful the old Zhou was, even if they took over the world, they would not dare to set foot in the imperial city. Because, there is no other permission. That's it. far away. The three hundred thousand soldiers of the old Zhou Dynasty fell silent. The originally passionate and sea-like momentum disappeared completely. In the chariot. Sikong was silent for a long time. "Accident?" A young man's voice sounded behind Sikong. "Accident." “Not surprising.” "Sword Immortal Fengxue, you have created enough miracles of cultivation, haven't you?" Sikong is laughing. He smiled freely. Beside him, the resentment of the people, pretending to be the Flame Emperor, was also laughing. "Let's do it." "perhaps."
"you are right." Sikong took off his clothes and walked calmly towards the sharp blade in the young man's hand. "This battle started with me and will end with me." "Let's do it." "Zhou people, there should be a way out..." This night. Three hundred thousand soldiers camped ten miles outside the imperial city. There was a young man, carrying a wooden box, riding a fast horse, and went straight into the imperial city alone. With a little bit of wind and rain, he swept away those who blocked his way. He broke into the palace gate and entered the imperial palace. Even a master could not defeat him with a sword. finally. The young man stood in the library. Push the door open and enter. In the door. There was a young imperial physician who was boiling medicine. next to. There was also a plain figure in green, looking at him eagerly. "Did you go the wrong way?" The young imperial physician was looking at the young man in the black dragon costume and asking. Behind this young man in black dragon costume. There were imperial guards and spiritual masters following angrily, swords drawn, and the atmosphere was tense. however. The young man didn't take it seriously. "That's right." "right here." "I'm waiting for someone." The young man was smiling. He glanced at the pretty figure in green, sat down at the stone table, and poured three cups of wine. "Who?" "Sword Immortal of Snow and Wind."
"He's not here anymore." "Then I'll wait!" "I can't wait." "Keep waiting! Three hundred thousand soldiers will not enter the imperial city, but they will not leave here either. They will block the river transportation and intercept the caravans on the road..." "what for?" The imperial physician stopped preparing the medicine and looked at the man. "I think so." "Let him crown me as emperor." "I." "perhaps." "That must be the great leader of the world he is looking for!" The boy is laughing. On the stone table. He poured three times the amount of wine and pushed it towards the young imperial physician. under the sun. This young man has a pair of glass-like eyes. "Jie..." The imperial physician was a little dazed. His name is Xu Ge. (End of this chapter)