Chapter 707: Memorial and life and death

On the other side of the valley.
The scenery of Ruchun has completely turned into an ice hell, the waterfall beside Xuantian grass has long been frozen, and the faint frost covered the grass, a strange ice blue. There are icy edges like swords everywhere, flying fast in the air, and the air is full of bone cold, making people's blood and soul freeze.
Chang Tianyuan was carrying a whole body of frost, blocking the piercing ice ridges from the left and right, and the overwhelming sword energy broke through the icy mist like a huge wave, and even people with their swords pierced in, as if crashing into the tsunami. in.
The Haitian Pavilion Lord has the ability to bring the tsunami down.
Below is the ice beast's foot. At this time, the huge ice ball-like body is also surrounded by sword marks, like the colorful ice wall seen before.
The ice beast is the peak of Dongxu, and Chang Tianyuan is the late period of Dongxu.
But Chang Tianyuan has the upper hand.
The battle between humans and beasts has always been this way, and the wisdom and experience of combat, as well as the culmination of skills, are enough to fill the gap in strength. From childhood to adulthood, it is common for people to leapfrog and challenge this kind of strange beasts, and it is often that people get sublimated in such a nine-dead battle. Chang Tianyuan has experienced many similar incidents over the past few decades, but they have been rare in the past few years.
For him, the ice beast at the moment is nothing more than re-walking the path that was common in the practice of the year. For Chang Tianyuan, it actually inspired his fighting spirit and pride.
What ancient complete ice beast, but so!
"Swish!" The heavy sword weighing more than a hundred jin at this moment was like a light-spirited long sword asking the Sword Sect, with a howling sharp sword intent, piercing the ice beast's eyes.
Chang Tianyuan has already tested it out, and the key to this beast lies in this. This is the ice beast just released the ultimate move of the Ice Prison Sky Lan, and when it is temporarily weak, it will break the enemy at this moment!
At this moment, the ice beast opened his mouth.
A corpse floated out.
Chang Tianyuan almost wanted to take the sword back.
It is the old man who used the huge waves to explore the way before, and he is also the younger brother of Chang Tianyuan who grew up with him since childhood.
He can collect the sword, let alone practice to his point, even an ordinary Haitian Pavilion elite disciple, it is not difficult to make the sword walk at will, and there is no saying that it is not enough.
But if the sword is taken, the superior momentum created by breaking the ice-breaking big move will immediately disappear, and the short-term weakness of the ice beast will also recover, and the advantage he has finally gained may be completely wiped out.
The body was torn apart facing the sword light.
Chang Tian was far in the flesh and blood, and passed through silently.
Anyway, the younger brother is dead, it's just a corpse... shouldn't be entangled for this point, sabotaging the hard-won victory, is the younger brother alive and will understand it?
Another corpse was suspended between the eyes of the ice beast.
"Master, save me!"
Chang Tianyuan's pupils shrank.
This is not a corpse, it is alive!
His direct disciple...The Qianlong Ten Jie was ranked sixth, and he was once his pride...
The epee penetrated his chest and pierced fiercely between the eyes of the ice beast.
"Roar!" The ice beast uttered an earth-shaking roar. The sound seemed painful, but it seemed joyful?
The Haitian disciple looked at his master in disbelief, his eyes quickly turned gray, and died of anger.
The body was picked up again, Chang Tianyuan expressionless.
When you take the first step, the second step becomes a matter of course. The evil evil spirit is not in the barbaric possession, but makes you lose step by step.
In front of the road to power, the so-called morality and emotion are things that can be sacrificed. Chang Tian thinks of the time when he was young and vigorous. In the crown ceremony leading to growth and sophistication, he used to inspire passion and innocence. They are just sacrifices to ascend the position of the head.
The sacrifice of power and the sacrifice of power are all sacrifices.
It is now too.
The eyebrows of the ice beast shattered, and a thick mist oozes out.
Is it ice mist or evil spirit? Chang Tianyuan can't tell the difference anymore. He feels that there is no difference between the two. If it penetrates into the body, it is just cold. The hatred, fierceness, and desire for destruction that have been felt before, and the irritating things in the heart are gone. ...Because I am like this now. What about mania and mania?
What can be felt is the surging growth of power, and the door of heaven is in a trance, as if right in front of him.
The Gate of Hedao...
Chang Tianyuan looked up to the sky and laughed, and the fierce sword energy pierced into the mouth of the ice beast. No matter how many people there are, it doesn't matter whether it is alive or dead...
He bite hard and was stuck with his epee. Chang Tianyuan urged all his sword auras to explode in the mouth of the ice beast: "Hedao is here, Xue Qingqiu, Lin Wuya, you don’t have me. fast!"
With a "bang", a sharp pain suddenly came from his back.
Chang Tianyuan's sword aura suddenly lost, and he was hit hard by the thick fog in the mouth of the ice beast, and then it was wrapped tightly.
In the dense fog, Chang Tianyuan spouted a violent mouthful of blood. Turning his head to see, a figure in gray clothes, with an empty left sleeve, holding a disc in his right hand, the disc banged on his back, and quickly retreated.
"Vulture...I you..."
"Hang Tian Guo Hai Pan has already recorded everything about Brother Chang. Haitian Pavilion will take care of it for you. Brother Chang can go with peace of mind, hahahaha..."
Chang Tianyuan spit out another mouthful of blood, and was soon completely surrounded by turbulent evil spirits. Instantly, the manic energy in his chest penetrated his spiritual wisdom, and all his consciousness was filled with hostility, and there was nothing else.
………
A round of scorching sun bloomed in front of Mu Jianli's eyes, her sword thorns in the center of the scorching sun, the horrible sword intent and the light of the sword were intertwined, and a stern echo broke out in the center.
The surrounding ice wall began to crack and collapse, just like a repeat of the battle between Lin Wuya and Xue Qingqiu.
A sword drew a silver-moon-like arc in the void, traveling through the air like water, and the entire sword power was integrated with the surroundings. The countless small ripples around the flying light appeared and disappeared, like the most beautiful bubbles, Life is only a short moment, and then it will be shattered.
The boundary between life and death, the blend of ruthlessness and affection, blooms the most beautiful vitality in the ultimate death.
It is like a long arrow that Hou Yi shoots at the scorching sun with hope.
When the tip of the sword touched the scorching sun with a little white light, the scorching sun was like a punctured balloon, and all the sword energy in it turned into a ray of light at the moment of contact, and it surged over the sky, like the brilliance of the world.
But in this brilliance, masculinity and stalwart can no longer be seen, only the violence of destruction, which will burn everything in the world, make the earth dry and the vegetation will not grow.
The sword energy surrounding the sword body is still changing, and countless vitality is filled in it, and it will be supplemented in a blink of an eye.
The end of life is death, the ultimate survival of death, between life and death, is the birth and death of all things, the cycle of dryness and prosperity, never ceases.
The sword tip full of fierce and murderous intent at this moment is like a flower bud blooming, green leaves sprout, full of vitality, the sword power that has been stretched to the extreme is actually revolving petals, and the surrounding sword energy is attracted to the crimson sword light. , Like drops of morning dew, crystal clear in the sun.
This is the ultimate conversion and confrontation of life and destruction.
It was originally the warm sun that illuminates everything, and it has become scorching the world.
Feng Lieyang's face was gloomy, and his left palm was a knife, and he swiped gently.
A round of knife light cuts from the other side, and wherever it passes, the ice bursts.
Mu Jianli squeezed the sword art in her left hand, but did not see any movement. Instead, a small sapphire-colored sword print jumped out of her ring.
Asked the sword seal of the sword sect master, perhaps few sect masters have actually used it since ancient times.
With a flick of Mu Jianli's left hand, the small sword print suddenly rose sharply, turning into a huge sword that pierced the sky and ran across the blade.
With the sword seal, life and death go together!
Thousands of miles away in Wenjian Sect, the life and death cauldron was full of light, and the sword aura rose to the sky.
There is no birth, no death, only reincarnation.
"Boom!" Jianyin confronted the scorching sun, Feiguang interacted with the long sword, and in the scene where the earth was shaking and the mountain was shaking, two figures fought with swords and stood still.
Feng Lieyang's chest slowly oozes blood, and his staring red pupils look dim.
The corners of Mu Jianli's lips also slowly seeped blood, flowing into the corners of the white jade, poignantly gorgeous.