The White-haired Sword Master's Path to Immortality

As the ground closed again, the old man in sackcloth looked around and waved his hand, and the laws of heaven and earth began to flow naturally.

The huge space hole blasted in the sky began to recover, and the surrounding barren ground also gained a layer of life.

This attack was simply embarrassing.

Not only has the Xujian projection lost a part, but also the clone is crumbling. This is one of his trump cards. It integrates all his Taoism and magical powers. In the future, if he breaks through, he will even have a strength comparable to the original body.

But these are not his biggest losses. The biggest loss is his nephew.

Although he can be resurrected through the soul lamp after being killed this time, his talents and talents will be greatly affected and it is impossible to recover. He has lost a future general on his own front.

It's all the juniors in the lower world who can't be reused. They were recruited from the fairy world, otherwise there would be so many losses.

A mere mortal sect would die with peace of mind, and even he would suffer a big loss.

His eyes were cold, and he secretly sorted out the cost of this attack, and couldn't help but have murderous intentions towards the lower realm sect.

It seems that I have to teach these disobedient sects in the mortal world a lesson.

While the old man in sackcloth was secretly cursing what those mortal sects had done, a figure with terrifying murderous aura shot out from a distance with a death-like aura that made people's hair stand on end.

The door opened in his hand made a sharp buzzing sound, and the avenue of death was used to its extreme.

Reality is not a picture book. Not every time the protagonist can appear at the critical moment and save the supporting character.

Ashina Kazuhime did not arrive at such a critical moment, and when she arrived, she only saw the last scene of Kazami Yuka being swallowed by the water of the underworld.

Looking at the old man in sackcloth standing with his hands behind his back, Wei Mingyiji's eyes were blood red, and a pair of blazing white vertical eyes kept emitting a stream of energy.

The power of Yida Shura and the stripes were opened to the extreme that the body could bear, and he vowed to kill this immortal.

The terrifying intention of death penetrated the space, and the figure of the old man in sackcloth, standing with his hands behind his hands, was shocked to see that there was actually a demon.

She glanced sideways and saw a monster wearing a monster-like robe with a white dragon wrapped around its right hand. It was flying towards him with a long black knife raised with terrifying death intent.

The steps under his feet were connected, and he stepped out of the sky in the air, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack of the white-haired demon.

But the white-haired demon had already expected it, and easily saw through the evasive trajectory of the old man in Mai.

The hand holding the jet-black sword suddenly turned around in the air, and his feet seemed to have suddenly stepped onto the ground. His body was twisted 180 degrees in mid-air, and the speed of the sword in his right hand was also assisted by the twisting body. Showing a geometric surge.

"Breath of Death·Shape of One·Butterfly Dance—Floating for a moment!"

The moment he raised his arm, white light converged from his hand into a shield.

when!

A huge roar of metal accompanied the clash of swords and shields, creating an overwhelming hum.

The white shield in his hand trembled violently, and actually disintegrated inch by inch under the fluttering black butterflies.

way of death

It is still the type that can cause death directly, and it is a monster that is not inferior to the two big monsters at all.

His eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a touch of disdain.

He has not reached the same level as those two demons, and can be easily killed even if his body is broken now.

He casually moved, and the white light in front of him gathered in the blink of an eye and turned into a demon-suppressing barrier with thin energy, but it was not reduced at all.

Feeling the uncontrollable and silent power in her body, Ashina Kazuhime also understood why Kazami Yuka and the two were defeated.

"Luckily, you are also a strong person in the divine realm, so it is simply unsightly to use such a method."

She spoke coldly and slowly raised the Immortal Sword in her hand.

The old man in sackcloth heard the words but turned a deaf ear. When he saw the demon in front of him raising the dark blade, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Although the demon in front of him has not reached the realm of gods, he has mastered the way of death, and the power of this way is too terrifying. The power of death is even more powerful than the two demons at the beginning.

Now that he is half disabled, he must deal with it carefully.

The figure of the old man in sackcloth is controlled by the void, and the secrets in his hand are ready to deal with Kazuhime Ashina's methods at any time.

But then he saw the white-haired demon raised his hand with the pitch-black blade and suddenly turned it around and inserted it into his heart.

The old man in sackcloth took him seriously, with a confused look on his face.

What method is this? Turning the blade against oneself, is it a magic trick to exchange injuries for injuries?

His figure couldn't help but retreat again, and the pure white virtual shield was condensed in front of him again.

But when the old man in sackcloth looked tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Ashina Kazuhime's body suddenly erupted with terrifying divine fluctuations, and along with the terrifying body fluctuations, it was so majestic that it filled the sky. The red gold of all changes began to emerge.

At this moment, Kazuhime Ashina retreated from her monster body and became a god.

She has mastered the way of death, and has completely mastered the power from the gods. Using the power of the gods to transform into a god, she has the sixth level of power, and she is no longer someone who can be killed instantly by the Demon King Wuhan.

A huge light wheel flashed from behind

Suspended in the void, Ashina Kazuhime's murderous intent exploded as her whole body erupted with bright light.

"For victory, come to me quickly. O immortal sun, give me a shining horse. My wonderful horse, quickly bring light to your lord."

Following Kazuhime Ashina's divine words, the sun in the sky suddenly enlarged and then turned into a handsome white horse and descended under the disbelieving gaze of the old man in sackcloth.

boom!

This time it was a real sun fall, and the real sun fire with the power to destroy everything was about to erupt in front of him. Even the old man in sackcloth had to dodge slightly when he came, let alone distinguish his avatars.

Burning in the huge real fire, the old man in sackcloth let out a painful groan.

Pure white vertical eyes narrowed slightly, Ashina Kazuhime once again read the divine words.

The divine wheel behind him appeared again, and the pointer in the center suddenly settled on the warrior while spinning crazily.

"With the skill of my words, let justice in the world manifest! These spells are powerful and eloquent. They are the swords of wisdom that call for victory."

The golden light flowed from the hand, blended into the tears of worship, and turned into a dark sword with golden patterns on it, which was immediately raised high.

"Sword Domain...expand!"

With a gentle wave, golden sword marks bloomed in front of his eyes, and then expanded rapidly and completely swallowed up the figure of the old man in Mai who was still struggling in the real fire in just a moment.

As if they were exiled into another world, their figures completely disappeared from this world.

The murderous intent in Kazuhime Ashina's eyes became more and more terrifying. She not only wanted to kill the clone in front of her, but also killed his body as well.

This is the sword that kills gods. Although immortals and gods do not understand each other, they both have a core similar to that of a god.

She wanted to use this god-killing sword to give the old man Mai a surprise by killing his clone.

Countless golden divine swords began to buzz, slowly aiming at the old man in sackcloth who finally struggled out of the real fire.

Looking at the scene of thousands of swords returning to the clan in front of him, the old man in Mai felt the power of killing gods from his endless golden sword. The demon in front of him wanted to use his clone to threaten the core of the Tao of his body.

Although I don't understand how the monster in front of me can instantly retreat from the body of a monster and transform into a god, the gods in this world all wear crowns and can command the power of heaven and earth just like him.

With the power of this clone, there is absolutely no way it can compete with the god in front of it.

As of now, the only option is to self-destruct this clone to save the original body.

He was unwilling to give up.

(Ah, I’m working on the draft of the protagonist’s portrait today, so the update is slow)

(Of course, since the draft is too vague, I won’t post it here to make it look embarrassing.)