Heaven is fearless

The white-clothed sword fairy didn't hold a sword. He stood between the overwhelming demonic beasts and hurried monks with empty hands. His figure was thin. He was not as big as a claw of a demonic beast. Standing in front of them, he looked like catkins blowing in the wind. Incredibly small.

Yet no one dared to underestimate this man.

The aura around him is rising steadily, standing in front of this group of giant beasts is like a boundless ocean bounded in a small space, the sea is rushing and roaring, and a trembling breath rises from him. The eyes were on him.

The golden and turbid vertical pupils retracted and shrank, adjusted the focus, and finally converged into a long and thin line.

The greedy and violent beasts all focused their distracted attention on this delicious and powerful food.

The cultivators widened their eyes and looked up. The flying magic weapon was completely useless in such a fierce impact of spiritual power. Except for the group of monsters and Ming Xiao who released the coercive spiritual power, everyone could only stand on the ground .

Tuying coughed, spat out the blood in his mouth, pulled out the Zhen Xiaoxuetian sword from the storage bag, and tried to raise his voice: "Mingxiao Immortal, Master told me to bring Xiaoxuetian—"

He finished half of his words, and when he heard "Xiaoxuetian", Ming Xiao, who had been confronting the monsters all along, lowered his head and looked over following the voice.

The immortal's eyes were as cold as ice and snow. After touching the long sword, he froze for a moment, and then raised his hand toward this side——

The silent long sword hummed suddenly. It was obviously a dead thing, but at this moment it seemed to have its own emotions. Trembling with joy, it suddenly rose into the sky, turning into a streamer and flying towards Mingxiao.

Holding the sword in his hand that Zhenkuo had not seen for thousands of years, Ming Xiao didn't smile much on his face. His eyes fell on the sword, and he looked at Xiao Xuetian almost inch by inch, and then his eyes fell on Tuying. At one point, the voice was a little hoarse: "...he asked you to come?"

Tuying hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer, this question was obviously unnecessary, but when asked from the mouth of Sword Master Mingxiao, it seemed that it was just a casual question trying to calm down, with some other meanings.

He didn't ask why Mingxue didn't come by himself, nor did he ask where Mingxue was.

It was as if he was certain that Mingxue would never come back, because he knew that as long as Mingxue was still alive, he would not hand over Xiaoxuetian to others.

This realization made Tuying a little desperate.

Ming Xiao stopped looking at him, the long sword in his hand glowed with a silver-blue aura, and the light became brighter and brighter, as if a sun was rising in the middle of the battlefield, but the sun was cold silver-blue, and at the end, it was surging and terrifying. The radiance of the sun disc formed by the terrifying spiritual power is approaching the vast whiteness, and Tu Ying almost doubts whether she will be blinded by the radiance.

Even those irrational and bloodthirsty monsters seemed to sense this terrifying power, and became restless.

"Brother! Brother—stop! Brother—"

Heart-piercing shouts came from behind, Ming Yi frantically urged the magic weapon under her feet, and flew towards this side. When she saw her senior brother suddenly appear in the water mirror, she was stunned, obviously... Obviously, the day has not yet come for the opening of Baolingquan...

Probably because Ming Xiao left her an image of omnipotence that was too deep, Ming Yi was surprised to find that she didn't really care about how her senior brother came out early, she only knew that senior brother was very dangerous now, and everyone only saw the arrival of the immortal After saving their lives, didn't anyone see that he was obviously unable to control the danger of his spiritual power leaking and his pale face at this moment?

She didn't believe that there would be no after-effects when the senior brother forcibly came out of the Baoling spring, and what harm did the terrible effect of the Baoling spring cause to the senior brother?She could see nothing, but it was all the more frightening because of it.

This kind of fear reached its peak when she desperately rushed to the place where Ming Xiao was but saw the scorching and huge sun.

The terrifying spiritual pressure made Ming Yi have to press the magic weapon, and she would be sucked into this vortex that twisted indiscriminately like a storm if she took a step forward. With her good eyesight, she could see the place closest to Ming Xiao. Several monsters sensed something and were struggling to retreat, but the turbine was still expanding, expanding, expanding...

Ming Yi's heart began to tremble.

Such terrifying power, it seemed difficult for senior brother to achieve it in his heyday, let alone him now?

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, stop—Senior Brother!"

Ming Yi screamed and tried to stop the man, but just as it was impossible for Tu Ying to persuade Ming Xue, it was impossible for her to persuade Ming Xiao who had made up his mind.

These twins are not alike on the surface, but their actual personalities are actually terrifyingly similar.

They are all stubborn, self-willed, arrogant and expensive existences.

It's just that one shows it openly, while the other wraps these hard and sharp things with layers of power, peace, words and deeds.

The center of the sun formed by the gathering of spiritual power is the expressionless Ming Xiao. He is doing the craziest thing with the calmest mind-opening his alchemy to the outside world, letting the Nascent Soul who lives in it Directly absorb the free spiritual power from the outside world, compressing and compressing them continuously...

This process will make all the monks call a lunatic. The Nascent Soul is the most precious and fragile existence. The cultivation of monks is a process of introducing the mixed spiritual power into the body to purify it into clean spiritual power, and then introducing it into the Nascent Soul, so that the Nascent Soul can directly absorb the external spirit. Although strength can complete the fastest improvement in a short period of time, spiritual power without purification is just a river mixed with countless gravels, and the damage caused when it flows into defenseless blood vessels is absolutely immeasurable.

Ming Xiao is proficient in using this method, because in the Demon Realm, Mingxue used this method to kill most of the monsters.

Thinking of Mingxue, Xianzun's eyes wandered for a while.

He originally thought that the incarnation of Mingxue would die, but things seemed to be somewhat unexpected...

Thinking of what happened after that shocking blow, even Tiandao was a little speechless.

But it's best to be alive, since Mingxue has proved that this method won't kill him instantly, then he can use it with more confidence.

The only thing I have to worry about is how it will end up... how about going missing?Tu Zhao's situation is much better than Tu Ying's. With Ming Yi's support and his own talent and strength, Ming Xiao mentioned this matter a few years ago. The next Suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect is already It was a certainty, and he didn't need to worry about Tuo's omen.

After perceiving the position of another avatar, Ming Xiao regained his calm expression.

The spiritual energy surrounding his body has become so thick that it has turned into liquid, every drop of water contains a vast and terrifying spiritual energy, and because of the unfiltered collection, it looks chaotic and violent. Ming Xiao tried his best to control this force, and lifted Xiaoxue Sky Sword——

This sword light has almost become a sword that all monks will never forget.

It split half of the sky and swept across the entire universe. Its magnificence and brilliance left an incomparable shadow in the eyes of the monks present. The blue sky and clouds were all scattered, and the group of dark and overwhelming monsters couldn't even make a sound. , in this sword that shook the world, it shattered into a rain of blood. The scarlet rain hit people hard to open their eyes. If so, the monks on the ground could not recover for a long time.

They were still stuck in that amazing sword and couldn't extricate themselves.

Is this the sword of the Lord of Swords...

There is no second sword in heaven and earth.

The majestic coercion still lingered in the air, and this almost godlike sword made everyone tremble unconsciously, their feet were soft and unable to move, but Ming Yi who recovered his senses just stumbled and tried to rush over: "Senior brother! "

The moon splitting knife was inserted into the ground, and the bright woman used it to support her limp body, looking anxiously at the battlefield.

The man in the white clothes was really eye-catching. The man who swung the sword stood straight in the middle of the blood rain. The white clothes on his body were quickly wet and turned a dull red. When Mingyi saw him, bright eyes burst out. Joy: "Brother!"

The sword fairy with disheveled clothes and long hair suddenly bent his back and coughed a few times. Ming Yi's expression changed, and he was about to rush forward, but Ming Xiao turned around slowly one step ahead.

The handsome and beautiful Xianzun's complexion is strangely pale. Everyone can see that his current situation is definitely not good. There is still a little redness at the corner of his mouth, which should be the blood that has not been wiped off just now, like a scattered peach blossom Holding it on the lips, it added a wonderful color to that deserted face.

"Little Xuetian...Leave it to Tu Zhao."

His voice was extremely low, and when Ming Yi heard him speak, he was suddenly too frightened to take a step closer.

"I... I'll go to Demon Realm to have a look, maybe I can bring him back."

Xianzun's tone was extremely calm, if one ignores his unusually slow speaking speed, maybe he can still maintain the demeanor of being high above the clouds in the past.

But everyone could see that he was not doing well.

Mingyi suddenly had a premonition of what he was going to do, and subconsciously reached out to hold him back, but the black-haired, single-clothed fairy reacted faster than her, and at the same time as he dropped these two sentences, he disappeared in place.

Between the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, only a long sword that was as bright as ice and snow was left.

Tuying spit out the blood that was blown out of her mouth by the spiritual pressure, and dragged her demonic and empty body forward, the moment her eyes fell on Xiaoxuetian, she was stunned.

The sword of the sword master, the most famous in the world, was originally smooth and crystal-clear, but now it was covered with cracks like falling glass. These pale lines densely covered the jade-like long sword, making this beautiful and sharp sword beautiful and sharp. The sword looks miserable and pitiful.

This is especially the case with swords, so what are people doing?

For a moment, Tu Ying didn't dare to reach out to touch it, for fear that Xiao Xuetian would turn into dust if touched.

Ming Yi staggered over, seeing Xiao Xuetian's miserable appearance, a sob came out of his throat, but another voice sounded first.

"...Where is Master?"

Tu Zhao, who hurried back from the time, was holding a long and narrow jade box in his hand. He first went to Kunlun, but there was no one on Kunlun Mountain. To this tragic battlefield.

The blood rained endlessly all over the sky, and the blood that hadn't reached the instep directly seeped into the soft boots. Tu Zhao looked around blankly. He saw Tu Ying, Ming Yi, and Zhen Xiaoxuetian.

He had clearly sensed the spiritual power belonging to Master just now, but what about Master?

Ming Yi turned her head, her face was pale, her eyes were empty of emotions, looking at Tu Zhao who was still in a daze, she couldn't say anything.

Looking into her eyes, Tu Zhao's expression slowly changed.

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Desperately searching for the last spiritual power in his body, Ming Xiao, who ran away with a flash, fell into a mountain depression. He spread his limbs out of shape, and the warm liquid gushed out of his mouth, dripping and dripping. He didn't care that his clothes were covered all over, he closed his eyes and began to search for the avatar who came to meet him.

After Mingxue didn't block him, he transferred into Ming Xiao's body and forcibly woke up from Baoling Spring. This process took a few days. In order to meet Ming Xiao, he activated another incarnation, After this series of procedures, even Tiandao himself had to feel that it was not easy for him.

The rustling leaves of grass were brushed by his robe, Ming Xiao was still lying there without opening his eyes, he could feel his cultivation level falling crazily, from the impending breakthrough all the way down to the Lingyao Realm and the Lingming Realm , Even falling to the spirit infant state has not stopped, the Nascent Soul that stayed safely in the alchemy palace has signs of rupture, and the gentle and warm color of peace is gradually dimming.

A soft cloth gently rubbed against his face, a cold hand wiped his face with a silk veil, and then hugged him.

Immediately, someone said worriedly: "...Please let me come...your body..."

The voice in Ming Xiao's ears was intermittent, his eyes were slightly opened, and in his sight was only a purple as thick as the night, he was sticking to the arms of a person, the person had a strong smell of medicine, and there were fine rings jingling when he walked around. rattle.

Ming Xiao quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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Mingxiao Sword Master disappeared after crushing the dragon-like monster with a single sword.

The news spread faster than the invasion of monsters. Everyone said "nowhere to be found", but the glances exchanged were "the body died and the way disappeared". It disappeared after one strike, and the brilliance of that strike reflected half of the continent, and everyone saw the sun rising from the clouds, and the spiritual vortex gushing out like sea water.

They engraved the name of Sword Master Mingxiao on the longevity card to pray for him, but they all knew that the probability of Sword Master Mingxiao surviving was almost non-existent.

The demon master in the Demon Realm who was similar in cultivation level to Mingxiao Sword Master couldn't survive among the monster crowd, let alone the Mingxiao Sword Master who just came out of Baoling Spring?The news from the Taisu Sword Sect only said that the suzerain was missing, but the reliability of this news is really open to question.

Overnight, the entire comprehension world did not hear the sound of drums and music, and they unanimously put on plain white ornaments to express their condolences to Sword Master Mingxiao.

However, there are many people who believe in his death, and there are also many people who don't believe in his death.

The monsters are still pouring out in waves, but compared to the group of prehistoric monsters that flew out before, these monsters are very approachable. The monks can even clean up these things with gratitude, and those panicked cities will be wiped out overnight. After a while, he settled down and regained his former composure.

It was as if Sword Master Mingxiao had given them great power. As long as he appeared, they believed that they were safe, no matter whether he was dead or alive.

——As long as you don't see his dead body, he is the unstoppable magic needle in the cultivation world.

In a small city near Fuhuazong, the stability of the past has basically been restored. There are not many monks on the street, and most of them are hurriedly transferred between the battlefields. There are plain white silk cloths hanging on the open shops, and many monks who come and go have white cloths wrapped around their waists or arms.

"Ah...they are paying homage to Mingxiao Immortal."

A young man said softly.

If his words were heard by the monks, they might be glared at, or even be beaten, because there was no sadness or respect in his voice, it was a hearty, almost frivolous smile.

"Your Majesty, do you think Mingxiao Xianzun is still alive?" The young man in black had two long knives crossed across his back, with a bright red necklace hanging from the end of the long knives. He was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in his hand The child, with a bright smile on his face that doesn't fit in with the surrounding atmosphere, "Sure enough, good things will happen if you stay with your lord... Ah, if you can take the lord with one hand, will your lord take me to heart? Or will His Majesty agree with my game?"

The child was wrapped in a soft cloak, breathing steadily, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Shanjun didn't care if he didn't get an answer, and the sick smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Four days ago, Mingxue used the magic baby to collect the magic energy and slaughtered many monsters. The remaining monsters did not dare to approach him and escaped from the magic domain. Climbing out, I saw that man who was as powerful as a god fell down——

The demonic energy dissipated, his cultivation retreated, and the handsome and dignified man fell on the ground made of flesh and blood. A seven or eight-year-old delicate-looking child was wrapped in a black robe.

Shanjun picked up the child, lovingly wiped off the blood on his face, held him in his arms, and smiled sickly and madly at some monsters that were about to move.

—Look at what kind of surprise God gave him.

Four days later, a young father with a child appeared outside a small city next to Fuhuazong.

The child seems to have been sleeping and never woke up. His father has been hugging him, loving him, and never letting him go for half an hour. The owner of the inn has remembered the appearance of the father and son , couldn't help looking at the young father with sympathetic eyes.

Shanjun was in a good mood, and for the first time, he didn't bother about this look. If it was normal, anyone who dared to look at him like this would have been pulled out of the Nascent Soul by him and thrown into the snake den to play.

He hugged his lord, with nervous ecstasy that couldn't be concealed in his smile, and murmured to the child's ear with his lips: "Where are we going next? Ah... don't worry, we have a long time anyway." ..."