The Path Toward Heaven

The Sword God of the West Sea straightened his body in the sea water, looking at Dong Dong who kept retreating in the sea water, his eyes were indifferent.

This action caused blood to pour out from his body again, staining the sea around him red.

At this time, he was seriously injured, and his strength was far from normal.

Pei Baifa had lost to him before, but he closed his cultivation in Longevity Mountain for many years, and his realm has improved again.

Although he was defeated by him again today, it also cost him a huge price.

But he knew very well that Pei Baifa was not the last resort to kill the game today.

If he wanted to kill him, Pei Baifa couldn't do it.

This is his judgment on himself, and he believes that those who dare to set up a scheme to kill him will also judge like this.

There is unimaginable confidence in this judgment.

He didn't suppress his injuries, and fell into the sea, pretending to be unconscious, just waiting for the real killing move to appear.

Even when Tonglu was about to make a move, he still didn't open his eyes.

He didn't expect that Tonglu hesitated, but it was such a seemingly ordinary girl who really made a move.

The sharp and sharp sword intent, as the blood left the body of the Sword God of the West Sea, fell towards the distance.

Overwinter recedes toward the depths of the sea, and the body gradually disappears into the darkness.

A white handkerchief appeared in her hand.

There was a soft snap.

A crack appeared on the handkerchief, and spread out to both sides, revealing the broken section of the silk thread, like gold and jade.

This handkerchief was actually woven with extremely precious silkworm silk.

The sword will come again.

Another handkerchief appeared in Guodong's hand.

A slit appeared again in the handkerchief, and then fell apart.

Clap clap.

A series of dense sounds sounded in the sea water.

Dozens of handkerchiefs split open and fluttered like butterflies.

Nothing can stop that sword intent.

The placket is slightly cracked in winter.

A ray of light was born, and then shattered into countless light spots.

The magic weapon of protection was also broken.

Guo Dong raised his face slightly, and a string of blood beads floated from the corner of his lips, hanging quietly in the sea water.

Her body was also suspended in the sea water, without any further movement.

Her eyes were still calm, without any fear of death.

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Looking at the girl in the sea in the distance, the Sword God of the West Sea felt a little weird.

Considering her age, her realm was quite high, but to him, this realm was not worth mentioning.

But he felt very clearly that if he was really unconscious just now, the girl's palm could definitely kill him.

This has nothing to do with the realm, only with vision and experience.

Whether it was her breath or anything else, it showed that she was indeed very young, but he had never seen such a sophisticated, even cold shot.

Looking back from the handkerchief floating in the sea, he passed a divine sense.

Who are you from Shuiyue Temple?

Overwinter doesn't answer that question.

She was not included in the bureau designed by Tong Yan.

But she knew what Tong Yan meant.

She hasn't recovered her realm yet, and still came to Xihai.

Pei Baifa is not the ultimate move, Tonglu is not, and Su Ziye is not, she is.

Unfortunately, she still failed to kill Jian Xilai.

It is indeed a little bit of a stretch to make a move now.

she thought to herself.

Xihai Sword God was not angry because of her silence.

He turned around and looked at the blue boat that was flying away into the distance.

The entire West Sea felt his majestic divine sense.

This is your game, I'm here to go to the game, but you still lost.

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The cyan flying boat is a magic weapon of the Xuanyin Sect. It is extremely fast, and it is already more than two hundred miles away from the West Sea Islands.

But nothing can be faster than divine thoughts.

Thunder suddenly resounded in the calm world.

Those were the words of the Sword God of the West Sea.

Su Ziye lowered his head, and suddenly said: Don't pretend, that side has already missed.

Pei Baifa slowly opened his eyes and said, Even if I open my eyes, I am still blind.

The gloomy sky was reflected in the gloomy eyes, without any expression.

This sentence seems to have a deep meaning, but it seems not.

Su Ziye looked at him with a strange expression, and said, He's too strong to kill.

Pei Baifa said: Yes, I told you.

Su Ziye said, But you still want to kill him.

Pei Baifa said: Someone has to kill him.

Su Ziye stared into his eyes and said, But you are going to die.

Because I'm dying.

Pei Baifa paused for a moment, and said, And I am indeed going to die.

Su Ziye was silent for a while, and suddenly made a move like lightning.

There was a soft sound.

His right hand was deeply inserted into Pei Baifa's chest.

Almost at the same time, Pei Baifa slapped it down with his palm.

Although he was seriously injured and was about to die, he was after all a master of the Heaven-reaching Realm.

This palm, like a cloud returning to the mountain, is light and free, and there is no way to avoid it.

With a soft slap, Pei Baifa's palm hit the top of Su Ziye's head.

Su Ziye's forearm was covered with a layer of shallow scales, and blood flowed from the scales.

The backs of Pei Baifa's hands were wrinkled and exuded white smoke.

Su Ziye's face was pale, his body was trembling, and he was in extreme pain, sweating profusely.

Pei Baifa looked indifferent, and even looked elsewhere.

No!

Suddenly there was an extremely shocked shout from the sea.

late.

Su Ziye's hand was pulled out from Pei Baifa's chest, and there was a broken heart in his hand.

Pei Baifa's hand slipped down limply, as if he was gently touching Su Ziye's face.

Su Ziye's face was paler than before, like snow.

Pei Bai said in a weak voice, Xiao Zhou has since passed away.

Su Ziye said in a low voice, Goodbye.

Pei Baifa closed his eyes and lost his breath.

Angry shouts came from the sea again.

I am going to kill you!

There was a sudden gust of wind, and a magic weapon like mist and gauze fell down with water vapor, covering the blue boat.

Huanxi yarn from Shuiyue nunnery.

He Zhan was covered in water and rushed over like crazy.

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The departure of a master of the heaven realm will always cause some reactions from the world.

Suddenly a cloud appeared in the blue sky.

In an incomparably vast world, this cloud just blocks the sun and is impartial.

The entire Western Sea was darkened.

Xihai Sword God was the first to perceive Pei Baifa's death.

He was silent for a while, then gently waved his sleeves.

You can't see the flow of sea water on the bottom of the sea, but the sea water rising from your sleeves is actually extremely violent.

Just like his sword, it is extremely random and invisible, but it is extremely terrifying.

Guo Dong couldn't avoid the sword, let alone leave.

They are all dead, and she should be dead too.

Xihai Sword God knew that this extraordinary girl must have her own story, but he didn't want to hear it.

Knowing is often a kind of cause and effect.

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The sword light fell.

Sea water separates.

It's empty.

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Slash through the air with one sword.

Overwintering disappeared from its place.

When it reappeared, it was hundreds of feet away.

The Sword God of Xihai looked slightly different and looked there.

The sea water there is densely covered with bubbles, and the picture is a bit blurred.

But he could see clearly that it was a young man who escaped with Winter.

Just a little startled, the young man took Guo Dong to a farther place, his movement was erratic, mysterious and unspeakable, just like a ghost.

The Sword God of the West Sea broke through the sea and came to the sky.

He looked towards the sea, his eyes gradually became farther away, and then he drew his sword again.

Senran's sword intent enveloped the sea.

Countless blood shot out from the surface of his body like sharp arrows.

A glamorous sword light slashed more than ten miles away, silently.

He ignored the situation there, turned around and looked at the green boat dozens of miles away, waved his right hand, and another sword light slashed across.

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That magic weapon, like mist and gauze, bound Qingzhou tightly, making it impossible for her to leave.

He Zhan rushed towards Su Ziye like crazy.

Su Ziye glanced at him, turned around and left.

There is an extra green leaf in the Huanxi yarn.

He Zhan landed on the gauze, hugging Pei Baifa's body that fell from the sky.

The body in his arms was no longer warm, and the blood hole on the old man's chest was so shocking.

He Zhan's face was pale, lost his mind, he didn't notice the sword light coming from the sea from afar, he was about to die.

There was a wave on the surface of the sea.

Gu Qing came out with his sword and stood in front of He Zhan.

With his current state, how can he block the sword of the Sword God of the West Sea?

In the blink of an eye, he remembered the words his master told him before he left.

If you have a problem, throw the cat.

Without hesitation, Lu Qing threw the white cat in his arms towards the sword light.

The white cat flew up in the sky, its limbs stretched out, and its long hair fluttered in the wind.

The sword light came, as if lightning was born on the surface of the sea.

The white cat let out a shrill howl, and the wind and clouds around him blocked the sword light!

There was a loud bang, and countless huge waves were like mountains, lying across the sea.

Where did Gu Qing dare to hesitate, he wrapped He Zhan in the Huanxi gauze, and sprinted towards the east with his sword.

At some point, the white cat had already returned to Gu Qing's arms.

It lowered its head and licked its right front paw, with blood stains hidden between its fingers.

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The mountain-like waves fell into the sea, splashing countless water splashes like a torrential rain.

When the torrential rain fell, Su Ziye turned around and watched Gu Qing leave with He Zhan expressionlessly.

He Zhan was dragged in the net, looking like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse, rubbing against the sea surface from time to time, bringing up waves.

Seeing this scene, Su Ziye suddenly smiled.

It didn't take long for him to return to the place where everyone from the West Sea Sword Sect was.

Fortunately, Pei Baifa is dead.

He looked at the tall figure in the sky and said.

It turned out that he had already betrayed.

Since Xihai Sword God knew about this killing situation, how could he be killed.

Tonglu spat a mouthful of phlegm on his face.

Su Ziye could avoid it, but he didn't, and stood quietly where he was.

With a soft snap, the spit of phlegm landed on his green face, making it look whiter and more disgusting.

You're just a lump of pus, green and stinky.

Tonglu stared into his eyes and said.

Su Ziye didn't make any excuses and remained silent.

Xihai Sword God looked at Tonglu expressionlessly and said, Then what are you?

Tonglu was silent for a long time, and said, Master, I hope you are perfect.

Xihai Sword God said: No one is perfect, except the dead.

Tonglu said: Although the disciple didn't mean that, but this sentence also makes sense.

After saying this, Xilen Feijian left his feet.

He fell from the sky.

A sword light flashed.

Xileng Feijian grazed his throat, bringing out a line of blood.

Tonglu's body fell on the surface of the sea.

get hit.

His head gradually separated from his body.

Gradually separated on the sea.

Gradually sank.

Xihai Sword God was silent for a while, and said: You didn't hide, it means you have guilt, that's good.

He said while looking at Su Ziye.

But whether it was Su Ziye himself or the disciples of the Xihai Sword Sect around him, they all felt that this sentence was spoken to Tonglu.

The sea is very quiet, the sound of the waves is slightly inaudible.

Su Ziye asked: Who is the person who appeared later?

It's someone from Qingshan.

The voice of the Sword God of the West Sea was emotionless.

Su Ziye raised her eyebrows slightly, there were no Qingshan disciples in the bureau designed by Tong Yan, could it be that they were invited over the winter?

The Sword God of the West Sea looked at the sea dozens of miles away.

That person's movement is so fast, I don't know which peak of the Qingshan Sect is an elder, but since he was cut by his sword, he will definitely die.

Apart from Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, Qingshan Nine Peaks meant nothing to him.

But who was the one who blocked his sword in the end?

He should use his spiritual sense to confirm the situation there, but today he was too badly injured by Pei Baifa, and...he was a little tired.

The Sword God of the West Sea turned around and flew towards the islands.

Su Ziye looked at his back and suddenly felt that this peerless powerhouse seemed to be getting older.

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Occasionally, there are dead fish floating in the sea, and the number is not large, which attracts a few birds to come down and peck.

Some dead fish were washed up on the beach by the waves.

There were dead birds, broken logs, and white foam on the beach, which smelt badly.

The waves receded, and two people embracing each other appeared on the beach.

Jing Jiu was lying on the ground, and Guo Dong was in his arms.

Seawater dripped from his wet hair and landed on Jing Jiu's face, waking him up.

Jing Jiu looked at her face, but still couldn't see any familiar places.

Guo Dong was also looking at his face.

Jing Jiu had a pretty face.

With such a close distance, any other girl would feel a little shy even in this situation, but she didn't feel anything.

When are you going to lie down?

Jing Jiu said, It should be a long time.

Only then did she realize that he was injured and unable to get up.

The sound of the waves faded away.

Guo Dong turned around from his arms, just this simple movement used up all her strength.

When her eyes fell on Jing Jiu's body, she realized that his injury was more serious than imagined.

Jing Jiu's body was almost cut off, only the vertebrae were still connected.

There was a huge gash in his waist.

If you look down from above, you can even see the sand beneath him.

The picture is bloody, but there is actually no blood.

The blood has long been washed away by the sea water, and the severed muscles and internal organs have been washed white, looking very smooth, without any impurities or dirt.

Overwinter looks slightly different.

It wasn't because Jing Jiu was still alive after being so seriously injured, and he didn't cry out because of the pain.

It wasn't because the sword of the Sword God of the West Sea, which was more than ten miles away, was so powerful.

It's the first time I've seen someone's internal organs be as clean as yours, she said.

Jing Jiu asked, Have you seen many people's organs?

Guo Dong said: No one has seen more than me.

Jing Jiu thought to himself, this is a matter of course.

The flames lasted for three months.

Tens of thousands of people died under your hands.

This is the kind of picture you see the most.

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(This sea is the sea opposite the Kamakura High School Station, and this person is her. Chapter title: Let us forget that sea is a lyric.)