Chapter 512: The last sword of this life

The sword energy in the hall is full, and the sharpness means that it fills everyone's senses.
Bai Zhihan had never seen the scenery of the sea before or after his death, but in those days, if anyone could still kill the sea by climbing the stairs, there was no one other than Bai Zhihan.
But this is just a guess, because even when Bai Zhihan died, he would not have a chance to attack Canghai.
But who he is, he is Bai Zhihan, he is the last sword embryo in this world, in terms of his kendo aptitude, no one has been able to do so for six thousand years.
Even today's Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu, when facing this sword embryo, he can't say that his kendo aptitude is better than that of sword embryo Bai Zhihan.
Qingsi doesn't know when it has been sheathed, and the sword is hung around Bai Zhihan's waist at will. If it weren't for the blue sword energy that had been born in this hall, it would be like a blue curtain covering the hall. Among them, I am afraid no one will think how strong Bai Zhihan is.
In his eyes full of vicissitudes, Saint Yanhe looked at this sword embryo that should have been dead for many years, he naturally knew who Bai Zhihan was, and knew that the last sword embryo of this swordsman’s line was the kind of real A genius character.
His genius, not to mention him, even most of the seeds of Zen, Taoism, are not as good as him.
But you are a dead man now, how can you defeat me with just a sword aura?
Sage Yanhe looked at the Jian Qi hidden in Li Fuyao's body and sneered: "I have already climbed the sea, and I am the most powerful monk in this world. How do you compare with me?"
Bai Zhihan didn't want to talk more, just said: "With a sword from my waist, I will cut anything."
"What about the sea, life and death are incomprehensible, thinking of such a means to survive, like you, if I am still alive, I will kill one if I see one."
Bai Zhihan looked indifferent and his voice was cold.
Sage Yanhe said indifferently: "I don't know you have such a great ability."
Bai Zhihan didn’t want to talk nonsense. His last sword aura was the last thing he left after the first battle in Baiyu Town that day. He originally thought he would use it only when Li Fuyao walked to the Spring and Autumn Period or when he climbed the building. Yes, who knows that only a few years away from Baiyu Town, Li Fuyao has already encountered life and death difficulties.
However, since this was looking for a false saint, Bai Zhihan also felt that it was fine.
In his entire life, he has never lost the same realm battle, and even the cross-border battle has almost completely won.
Only the Canghai monk had not been killed.
No matter it is the heyday, or the sea that has fallen into the realm now.
Now that I have a chance, there is nothing to say except the sword.
Qingsi was re-sheathed by him before, not because of anything else, but because Bai Zhihan wanted to complete the last battle of his life.
His bones have been completely destroyed in the original battle, which means that after today, whether it is the invincible Chao Qingqiu or someone else, it is impossible for him to reappear in the world.
So this battle must be the last trace he left in the world.
Qingsi left her waist and hovered beside Bai Zhihan.
The sword is in the sheath.
But the sharp meaning cannot be concealed.
Since it was the last battle, Bai Zhihan was unwilling to lose in the face of a former sea.
Countless sword qi lingers beside him.
Sage Yanhe finally gave birth to fear.
The cultivators in the world have only sword spirits, and they are the most difficult to deal with. They are both in the sea, and those saints in the clouds are afraid to provoke Chao Qingqiu, and they are all climbers. When the ancestor Xu Ji was in full bloom, no one dared to provoke them.
Now he and white
Knowing the cold is the same thing.
This is a sword embryo in front of him, he was once a saint.
Bai Zhihan opened his hand and said, "It's the last time."
The voice was lonely and sad.
Li Fuyao frowned slightly looking at this scene.
Bai Zhihan smiled heartily, "It's okay, you will repay my kindness when you board the sea in the future."
Li Fuyao did not speak.
In this moment, countless sword qi arose in front of Bai Zhihan.
Countless sharp sword energy swept away.
Bai Zhihan had already swept forward.
Qingsi hung beside him, following Bai Zhihan.
Sage Yanhe has a solemn expression, and a character like him has deep meaning in his gestures.
Bai Zhihan’s white robe moved with the wind, his face was full of pleasure, and he was about to approach the body of the sage of Yanhe. There were countless sword auras at his fingertips, and several brilliant blue brilliance emerged between his fingers, as if The real sword energy bloomed instantly.
Sword Qi is everywhere in the whole hall.
Sage Yanhe rolls his sleeves, and countless stars evolve in his sleeves.
Bai Zhihan's sword aura was approaching the big sleeve, and a sharp voice rang from the hall. This sound was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a while, several people present saw the sword aura falling into the big sleeve.
Then Bai Zhihan frowned and stepped back a few steps.
Countless sword qi shattered before it, as if a sword was broken here, and countless fragments were flying everywhere.
The sword qi shattered and fell to some places, leaving many traces.
Bai Zhihan's sword spirit is really hard to measure, I am afraid.
Yanhe's sleeves were cut off a bit, but he didn't care. He walked a few steps forward and was about to tore Bai Zhihan to pieces.
Bai Zhihan's expression remained unchanged, and until this moment, he reached out and held the Qingsi sword hilt.
The Qingsi sword hovered beside Bai Zhihan.
It was upright before, but now it's horizontal.
As a cyan light flashed, Bai Zhihan slowly pulled out the Qingsi sword from its sheath.
The sound of the sword is loud!
The world has long known how Bai Zhihan's swordsmanship cultivation is. Even if he knows it, or is stored in a book, where is his sword direct?
After Qingsi was unsheathed, a sword swept towards the sage of Yanhe in an instant.
The majestic sword aura was visible to the naked eye, and Bai Zhihan handed it out with a sword, and the air in the entire hall seemed to stop.
The last sword embryo in the world, with a sword's power, far surpassed a few of them.
"When did you have a sword like this?"
Ye Shengge looked ahead and spoke calmly.
Li Fuyao was taken aback, and then said: "This sword, if you say nothing, will take a hundred years."
There is nothing wrong with this sentence. This seems to be a sword handed out by Bai Zhihan in the Chaomu Realm, but in fact this is Bai Zhihan’s perception of kendo for hundreds of years, and there are countless Bai Zhihan in it. The subtlety of kendo.
How can it be explained by a simple sword.
Countless majestic sword auras left with this sword, and Bai Zhihan handed out a second sword before the sword aura had dissipated.
In any case, the sage of Yanhe was a sage, so he couldn't care less.
Jianqi billowed away.
The face of Saint Yanhe was extremely ugly.
Several young people are confident that he can deal with it, but how to deal with this sword embryo, this swordsmanship cultivation base?
Jian Guang gave birth.
Extremely dazzling.
Li Fuyao couldn't help but admired: "It's really an excellent sword."
Bai Zhihan laughed, casually
With the light of the sword, countless majestic sword auras whizzed away from the side, and looking at it from a distance, it was like a blue ocean wave was born.
The sage of Yanhe waved his sleeves and rebuked countless sword auras. In a short time, he began to show countless ways to avoid this sword in his mind, but that was only possible when his realm was still in the ocean. .
But now he is just a state of affairs.
Naturally unable to cope.
In the moment, that sword had already fallen on his chest.
Sage Yanhe suddenly retreated. There was a hole in the wall where a portrait was hung. Now, as he retreats, the entire wall has collapsed.
But this was not over yet, as he went back, that sword qi directly tore a wall.
The hall was crushed by this sword.
Bai Zhihan swept out along the gap.
This great hall was cut open with a sword.
Li Fuyao stood there, a little lost.
Qinghuai's expression remained unchanged.
Chanzi's eyes are full of gratitude.
As for Gu Yuan, there are lingering fears.
Li Fuyao came back to his senses, then glanced around, and then found the coffin.
After waiting for a while, Li Fuyao walked a few steps forward, before coming to the coffin, and looking down to see if the second half of the script could be in it.
But the coffin is empty, where is the letter?
Li Fuyao murmured: "What's the matter?"
After he entered Wushan Mountain, he found the half of the codex. At the end, there was a word of misfortune in the world written on it, and then he wanted to find the next half of the codex.
But what about the codex?
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With the power of a sword, the sage of Yanhe retreated madly.
Bai Zhihan chased each other with swords, without any hesitation.
Two figures, one in front and one in the back, fell on the corridor.
Bai Zhihan stood holding a sword, the sage of Yanhe in front of him, his clothes in front of him were already broken, and even on his skinny body, there was a wound that was deeply visible.
The face of Saint Yanhe was distorted, "Bai Zhihan, if you are so reluctant, I want you not to look at this world again!"
"I've already seen enough. If you don't see it, you don't see it."
While speaking, Bai Zhihan Qingsi threw forward, and the sword swiftly passed through the air in an instant.
With a sharp sword aura.
Sage Yanhe was originally like a ghost, but at this time, it was even more so.
His hands were stamped on his chest, and the entire palace was surging like hell.
In the past, the Saint Yanhe arranged this place, and there were already many arrangements, but he was not willing to do it as a last resort.
Qingsi swept forward, and the rolled up sword energy surged wildly.
Chongye stood on the jade stairs in the distance, watching this scene, frowning, not understanding.
He had been trapped on this jade step before and could not get out, until this time, the two figures swept one after another.
But who are these two figures?
One is as thin as a ghost, and the other is carrying a sword, and the momentum is like a rainbow.
The Qingsi Sword was rolled back by Yanhe.
Bai Zhihan laughed.
Between heaven and earth, a green rainbow poured out.
Sword Qi exploded here!
What is above this imperial city, is a sea!
At this moment, the sword energy separated the waves and pierced the sky above Wushan Mountain.
Bai Zhihan's last sword in this life, how can it be nothing more? !