The Sword Dynasty - 523. Chapter 522

It was just a random blow that smashed his natal sword, causing him to suffer a fatal serious injury. Naturally, An Baoshi knew that his only hope was in the void behind the sword washing pond.

For normal practitioners, the void realm is full of countless terrifying unknowns.

Regardless of what kind of unknown place the Heihe is in the void, it is the seemingly simple mirror-like light and shadow, which contains the danger that makes the seven realms dare not try it lightly. No one knows how to touch it. After the mirror-like light and shadow pass through easily, it will still be torn into countless flesh and blood by the terrifying vitality power contained in it, and then fly to many corners of this world along with the various heaven and earth vitality channels inside.

This is the real fragmentation and incompleteness, and this possibility is far beyond safe passage. Amba Shik understood this truth from the beginning, but for him, Qi Zong’s was too terrifying, and it had already caused this. It is his only hope of survival.

Qi Jinshan frowned slightly.

When his hand left the top of that Lingxu Sword Sect disciple’s head, his whole person already floated into the front hall like a strand of vitality without the slightest weight.

Those gems, elixir, gold, iron, and spiritual bones on the walls of the temple were chopped up by the sharp spirit he brought them into pieces, and then turned into a series of crystal haze mixed with countless colors, desperately moving towards the front. The fleeing ampoule pierced it.

In Anbaoshi, it was a random blow, but for a great master like him, the real killing intent is full force, and the sense of randomness can only show the harmony of the sword intent. It was not only because he was severely injured, but also because of the strength of Ambrose has exceeded his expectations.

He naturally understands what Ambolite wants to do. In these crystal hazes, there is a ray of it that does not capture the body of Ambolite, but purely pursues speed, directly out of his perception, just according to the position in his memory. Fall in front of the void realm.

The Void Realm is just a hazy and translucent light standing out of thin air, without any color, but within the light, a vaguely black river is flowing.

However, as this crystal haze descended, hundreds of criss-cross crystal lines suddenly appeared in front of this hazy and translucent light. Each crystal line felt sharp to the extreme, the best than the world. The lines meticulously engraved by our craftsmen are still straight.

An Baoshi had already smelled the unique breath of Xijianchi.

He even felt that the real water was about to ripple on his back, but at the same time, despair also appeared in his eyes.

When this crystal haze flew by his side, his clothes broke apart.

He knew that the other party had sealed his retreat, and the power of this crystal haze was definitely not something he could resist.

A miserable howl burst out of his mouth.

The moment his body hit the hundreds of criss-crossing crystal lines, he twisted forcibly, using his feet as the tip of the sword, his whole body slammed into the crystal line like a sword, and at the same time he The true essence in his body gushed out of his hands, and in an instant, his ten fingertips also cracked, the true essence was mixed with blood, and his hands were like ten bloody streamers.

These ten blood-colored streamers flew out of their own accord and slammed into the crystal haze chasing from behind. As they collapsed, they rolled out several crystal dust abruptly, and hit them with the toes of his feet. Above the crystal line.

There was a loud bang.

The few pieces of crystal dust collided with those thin crystal lines, but it made a roar like a giant ship hitting head-on.

The stone palace trembled violently, the water in the sword washing pool splashed into the air in disorder, and the treasures embedded in the stone palace wall fell like rain, and most of them were shattered by the powerful force.

Most of the finely intertwined crystal lines shattered, but they weren’t completely broken.

Tens of threads were firmly fixed in front of the void realm and cut through the soles of the Amboshi, and then went up, cut through his sea of anger, and cut through his body.

Ambaoshi’s clothes had already shattered, and blood lines suddenly ooze out of his white jade skin.

He screamed in incomparable pain, and his blood-lined body rushed into the void.

He originally wanted to fight with his feet or even his legs, only to be able to leave half of his life to rush into the void realm, but his realm is too far away from the opponent, even if he exhausts all means, he can’t break it at all. The opponent’s sword aura.

At this time, these sword threads cut through his body from toe to head, because it was too slender, too sharp and too fast, so that his flesh did not even feel the real pain in his mind. However, he was very clear in his heart. The sword thread cut through his sea of anger and through his body. In the next instant, the blood lines on his body will burst into terrible wounds, and then his whole person will become pieces of flesh and blood. Spread out.

For him, Ding Ning is dead, and Jing Liuli is defeated in his hands. There is no young talent in the world to resist, especially under the will of the queen, he is about to succeed the lord of the Lingxu Sword Sect.

Falling from this supremely high position, and even losing his life in an instant, how can he not be in pain?

In the scream of incomparable pain, his body passed through the dim light.

Several unspeakable powers poured on him instantly. In the next moment, he heard the sound of countless glass cracking in his body. When the real fear filled his heart, he only felt that his body was elevated. Throwing it high is like a rock being thrown to the cloud in an instant, and then it doesn’t fall, and it continues to move up at an astonishing speed.

In another instant, all his consciousness had disappeared.

A layer of ripples appeared on the faint light.

Qi Jinshan tapped the water in the sword pond lightly on the tip of his toes, and he was already standing in front of this void realm.

The dozens of silk sword silk still existed stubbornly, and the scarlet blood was slowly dripping from the sword silk.

Qi Jinshan was silent.

After this faint light, it was also a completely unknown world for him.

After passing through this light, An Baoshi’s body disappeared from his field of vision, and after this light, the picture of the Heihe was as eternal without any change.

Although the dozens of sword threads are extremely subtle, they contain amazing power. The body has been cut by such sword threads, and there is no difference between being cut by a dozen swords.

The body becomes dozens of segments, and it is impossible for any practitioner to live anymore.

It’s just that he couldn’t see the last corpse of Anbaoshi with his own eyes, but it caused a ripple in his heart.

This is a bad feeling, but a person like him is just like a white horse passing a gap, not entangled.

At the mountain gate of Lingxu Sword Gate, a golden flame was burning in the white fog.

Inside the golden flames was a long sword like dead wood, and the hilt of the long sword was held in the hand of the painted woman.

A cultivator wearing a purple robe slowly sat down in a pool of blood, clutching his abdomen. He wore a purple jade crown. The purple robe on his body was also a kind of luxurious purple that was never seen in the world, like stars flowing.

He raised his head with difficulty, with blood constantly falling between his lips and teeth, and said with a wry smile: “Fifteen years ago, I could defeat you at will. I never thought that after fifteen years, you were so strong.”

Ji Qingqing, whose violent aura was not yet dissipated, lowered his eyelids, listening to the last breath of the cultivator’s throat, and slowly said: “Fifteen years ago, my face was not flowered, you would not use your sword at me, but fifteen Years later? Just this bad breath is hard to name. How can you beat me?”