No matter how fast or slow he was, the shadow always stayed in the same position, looking very relaxed.
Xiwang Sun's face turned paler.
He looked behind him and found that it was empty. There was nothing there.
That person was up there.
Xiwang Sun didn't look up.
He suddenly changed his direction and flew toward the bottom of the Empty Realm, hoping to get into the cloud before the opponent attacked.
The shadow didn't change, still following him on the surface of the white cloud.
Xiwang Sun was about to leave the Empty Realm, and the slightly moving clouds were right in front of him. He seemed to see hope.
Soon, he found that the so-called hope was just an illusion.
The shadow on the white cloud suddenly extended and became long and thin, like a sword.
The sword formed by the shadow left the surface of the cloud and rolled toward Xiwang Sun's body, like the dancing soul fire of the Underworld or the tongue of a tortoise.
Xiwang Sun let out a shrill howl. Regardless of his injury, he forced all the Zhen Yuan out of his body and sped up, trying to escape from the Empty Realm.
But there was nothing faster than a shadow in the world.
With an oil lamp, the child could leave a shadow on the distant city wall with his finger, and then make the shadow move faster than the sword of the Immortal Jingyang.
The sword shadow landed on Xiwang Sun's body. Then, like a real rope, it coiled around him and lifted him up into the sky.
Xiwang Sun knew that there was a huge gap between their states, so he gave up resisting and looked up at the sky.
The sky above the Empty Realm was colorless, like transparent glass, reflecting the sunlight and looking extremely bright.
There was a dark shadow in the bright world.
Even though the background was the boundless sky.
The shadow was still extremely tall.
Looking at the shadow, Xiwang Sun's last bit of willpower melted, and he uttered the opponent's name as if he were moaning.
"Liu Ci …"
Then, he put on a self-mocking and bitter smile.
Not wronged.
Not wronged at all.
And not dissatisfied.
The two figures in the Reaching Heaven State attacked one after another.
Who dared to be dissatisfied?
…
…
On Longevity Mountain.
The rainstorm had just stopped.
Pei Yuan had returned to the manor cave quietly, ready to take out the treasures he had hidden for many years and leave.
He thought that as the head of the Disciplinary Court and the elder brother of the Sect Master, who dared to stop him?
Suddenly, the sound of swords rang out in the mountains, summoning all the disciples to the front of the hall for a discussion.
Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly. He wanted to ignore it, but he hesitated when he sensed that the array formation around the mountain gate had become much sterner.
In the end, he didn't dare to break into the mountain gate. He gritted his teeth and hid the treasures in the depths of the cave. Then, he rode his sword back to the square in front of the hall.
The disciples of the No-Mercy Sect were quite excited. Even though they were all wet, they were still discussing the earlier scene.
The palace door slowly opened and Pei Baifa's figure appeared.
Everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted loudly, "Greetings, Sect Master!"
Pei Baifa slowly walked up the thirteen stone steps.
After being washed by the rain, the crane relief on the stone steps looked even more lifelike.
The awe-inspiring sword intent surrounded his body.
As his feet landed, cracks appeared on the ground.
The sword intent gradually faded.
It was very quiet in front of the palace.
Before the disciples could ask, Pei Baifa said with an indifferent expression, "The one I want to kill is Xiwang Sun."
The crowd knew that Xiwang Sun was an important figure at the Western Sea Sword School, and it was said that he was the young brother of Jian Xilai. They couldn't help but feel surprised, excited, and worried.
The sword wielded by the Sect Master was indeed the invincible power of the Heavenly Arrival State; but did he want to wage a war against the Western Sea Sword School as soon as he came out from behind closed doors?
They didn't think of this because they were afraid of the war with the West Ocean Sword School, but they were worried about the Sect Master's health.
After the fight with the Godly Swordsman, the Sect Master couldn't see anything anymore.
Though the outside world didn't know this, they knew it clearly.
The elder asked uncertainly, "Is Xiwang Sun dead?"
Pei Baifa didn't answer the question, saying, "You guys go to the Institute of White Deer and burn it down."
He still didn't tell the crowd that the Cloud Platform of the Western Sea Sword School was the headquarters of Bulao Lin.
Pei Yuan couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
Pei Baifa asked while looking at him in the crowd, "What do you think?"
Pei Yuan had a strange feeling even though he knew that Tian Jingren couldn't see him.
"Back then, someone told me that Tian Jingren was virtuous and trustworthy, and that he was blind, so it wouldn't hurt to see him."
Pei Baifa said, "I believed him and went to the Institute of White Deer. Then I became blind. What's wrong with me burning that place down now?"
He wanted to burn down the Institute of White Deer because of what had happened in the past. What would happen to that person then?
Pei Yuan fled toward the outside of the valley before Pei Baifa could finish his words.
Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out.
His right leg was cut off neatly from the knee, as if it had been cut off by a sword.
Pei Baifa looked at him in the distance expressionlessly, his pale eyes emitting a glint as if he wanted to devour someone.
Pei Yuan yelled in pain and crawled up from the ground, jumping forward with his left leg. The scene looked funny, but it was even more horrifying.
Then, his left leg was cut off at the ankle.
Pei Yuan couldn't walk anymore, not even jump.
He sat in a pool of blood, crying in despair.
"I never thought my brother would sell himself out, even though you have always been such a stupid and preposterous person."
Pei Baifa looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It turns out that I had been blind for many years before I became blind."
…
…
The small sword flew back from behind the cliff, its mirror-like blade reflecting the scene on the cliff.
The dust-covered green trees, the mottled bloodstains, the pale face, and more and more tears on the gown.
Liu Shisui knelt in front of the old scholar, his expression very sorrowful.
That sword will had destroyed all signs of life.
He liked this elder very much, because he had helped him a lot and had spent a long time with him.
But the old scholar had never told him his story, and it was not until today that Liu Shisui learned that his surname was Yan.
"If you have any last wishes, please say them. As long as I am still alive, I will fulfill them for you."
He looked at the old scholar and said.
The old scholar shook his head.
Liu Shisui was somewhat anxious and said, "You are about to die, why are you still unwilling to say it?"
The old scholar didn't answer this question, saying, "After I die, someone will know and come here to investigate. You must leave as soon as possible, or else you will be in danger."
Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant.
"This pen is for you."
The old scholar handed the Pen of the Guard to Jing Jiu and said sentimentally, "Don't show yourself before this storm comes to an end. The world is too chaotic."
The Pen of the Guard was the most precious treasure of Yimaozhai.
He gave it to Liu Shisui so carelessly.
Liu Shisui took it over solemnly.
The old scholar asked, "The last thing I want to know is, that year before we left here, when you went to the forest to relieve yourself, was it to hide the First Child Sword?"
"Yes," Liu Shisui said.
"Interesting. I hope Xiwang Sun won't feel that his hands are dirty."
The old scholar laughed, saying, "I have one more thing to say. When a man is about to die, he will talk a lot."
Liu Shisui cried, saying, "I also talk a lot."
"You have the devil fire, so you are naturally hot. So don't be too enthusiastic when doing things in the future, or you will be burned to death."
The old scholar looked at Jing Jiu and said seriously, "Even if you can't be burned to death, you will feel uncomfortable if you are too enthusiastic, just like I am now."
He opened the fan and started fanning himself.
The wind fell on his body, blowing away his clothes and body, causing them to fly up like ashes.
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