The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 55: Gaotangmingjing’s sad white hair

No matter how fast or slow he is, the shadow stays in that position, looking very relaxed.

Xi Wangsun's face became paler.

He looked to the side and back, and found that it was empty and there was nothing.

It turned out that the person was on it.

Xi Wangsun did not look up.

He suddenly changed his direction and flew towards the lower part of the virtual realm, hoping to enter the cloud before the opponent shot.

The shadow did not change, still following him, walking on the surface of the white cloud.

As soon as he was about to leave the virtual realm, the slightly flowing clouds were in front of him, and Xi Wangsun seemed to see hope.

He soon discovered that the so-called hope was nothing but vain.

The shadow on the white cloud suddenly stretched out and became an elongated shape, like a sword.

The sword made of shadows leaves the surface of the clouds and rolls toward the body of the Western King Sun, like a flame of the soul fire of the Underworld, and like the tongue of a tortoise.

Xi Wangsun gave a sharp whistle, ignoring the injury, and forced out all the true essence in his body, speeding up, and wanting to escape from Shengtian.

But where is there anything faster than the shadow in the world?

Just give the child an oil lamp, and he can use his fingers to leave a shadow on the distant city wall, and then make that shadow move faster than Jingyang's sword.

The sword shadow fell on Xi Wangsun's body, and then like a real rope, he was wrapped in it and lifted up into the sky.

Knowing that the realm of Xi Wangsun was too far away from the opponent, he gave up resistance and looked towards the sky.

The sky above the virtual world has no color, like transparent glass, which reflects the sunlight and is extremely bright.

There is a dark shadow in the bright world.

Even if the background is a vast sky.

The figure still looks very tall.

Looking at that figure, Xi Wangsun's last touch of will melted and the snow melted, and he said the other party's name like a groan.

"Liu Ci..."

Then a self-deprecating and bitter smile appeared on his face.

Not injustice.

No matter how unjust.

There is nothing to refuse.

The two masters of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm shot one after another.

Who dares to refuse?

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Tian Shou Mountain.

The rainstorm first ceased.

Pei Yuan has quietly returned to the cave, preparing to take out the treasure that has been hidden for many years and leave.

He thought to himself that he was the master of Xingtang, and the elder brother of the master, who would dare to stop me?

Swords suddenly sounded in the mountains, calling all the doormen to go to the temple to discuss matters.

Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to ignore it, but he felt a little hesitant when he felt the mountain gate formation that had obviously killed him a bit.

In the end, he still did not dare to forcibly break through the mountain gate, gritted his teeth and hid the treasure back into the depths of the cave mansion, and returned to the square in front of the temple with his sword.

The disciples of Wu'enmen were very excited, even though they were soaked, they were still talking about the previous scenes.

The gate of the palace slowly opened, and Pei Baifa's figure appeared.

Everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted loudly: "See the master!"

Pei Baifa slowly walked through the thirteen stone steps.

The crane relief between the stone steps is more lifelike after being washed by the rain.

Senran sword intent envelops his body.

His footsteps fell, cracks formed in the ground.

The sword intent gradually converged.

The front of the temple is very quiet.

Not waiting for questions from the doorman, Pei Baifa said with an indifferent expression: "The one I am going to kill is Wangsun Xi."

Everyone knew that it was a big figure from the Xihai Sword Sect, and it was said that he was the younger brother of Jianxilai. They couldn't help being surprised, and a little worried while excited.

The previous sword of the sect master is indeed the supreme divine might of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm, but you have just left the pass, are you going to fight against the Xihai Sword Sect?

They thought about this. Naturally, they weren't afraid of going to war with Xihai, but they were a little worried about the master's body.

After the battle with the sword god, the sect master’s eyes could no longer see.

This is still unknown to the outside world, but they know it very well.

The elder asked a little uncertainly: "The West Thief is dead?"

Pei Baifa did not answer this question, and said: "Go to Bailu Academy and burn it there."

He still didn't tell everyone that the Yuntai of the Xihai Sword Sect was the general altar of Bu Lao Lin.

Pei Yuan finally couldn't help it, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Pei Baifa looked at him in the crowd and said, "What do you mean?"

Even though he knew he couldn't see himself, Pei Yuan felt a little weird.

"Someone said to me back then that people who are close to the sky are virtuous and trustworthy, and they are blind, so it doesn’t hurt to see them."

Pei Baifa said: "I believed what he said, went to Bailu Academy, and then became a blind man, so what's the problem with burning there now?"

Because of the past, he wants to burn the Bailu Academy today, so what will happen to that person?

Only half of what Pei Baifa said, Pei Yuan ran out of the valley and fled.

Suddenly, a burst of blood burst out.

His right leg broke neatly from the knee, as if it had been chopped off by a sword.

Pei Baifa looked at him expressionlessly in the distance, his pale eyes exuding a biting luster.

Pei Yuan shouted in pain, got up from the ground, jumped forward with his left foot, the picture looked a little funny, but it was even more terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, his left ankle was broken.

Pei Yuan can't go anymore, can't even jump.

He sat in a pool of blood, crying desperately.

"I never thought that my brother would betray myself, even if you have always been such a stupid and absurd thing."

Pei Baifa looked at him blankly and said, "It turns out I was blind for many years before I was really blind."

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The little sword flew back from behind the cliff, and the bright mirror-like body of the sword reflected the scene between the cliffs.

Dust covered green trees, mottled blood, pale face, more and more cracks in the gown.

Liu Shisui knelt before the old scholar, looking very sad.

The sword intent destroyed all vitality.

He likes this senior very much because he helped him a lot and got along for a long time.

But the old scholar never told his story, and even today Liu Shisui didn't know his surname Yan.

"Please tell me your last wish, as long as I am still alive, I will help you do it."

He looked at the old scholar and said.

The old scholar shook his head.

Liu Shisui was a little anxious, and said, "You are dying, why do you still refuse to say?"

The old scholar did not answer this question, saying: "Someone will know after I die, and then come here to check. You must leave as soon as possible, otherwise there will be danger."

Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant.

"I will give you this pen."

The old scholar handed the Guan Cheng pen to him, and said with emotion: "Don't show up until this storm has completely stopped, the world is too messy."

Guancheng pen is the treasure of Yimaozhai.

He just gave Liu Shisui casually.

Liu Shisui took it solemnly.

The old scholar asked: "The last thing I want to know is ~IndoMTL.com~ Before we left here that year, you went to the woods to make a small explanation, did you go to hide the first sword?"

Liu Shisui said: "Yes."

"Interesting, I hope Xi Wangsun will not feel dirty."

The old scholar laughed, and said: "I have one more sentence, people will die, and there are many words."

Liu Shisui cried and said, "I have a lot of things."

"You have a demon fire, and your innate body is hot, so don't be too enthusiastic in doing things in the future, it will burn yourself easily."

The old scholar looked at him and said very seriously: "Even if you can't die, your heart is too hot, it's uncomfortable, just like I am now."

He turned on the fan and started to fan.

The wind fell on him, blowing away his clothes and body, flying up like ashes.

He gradually disappeared.