Chapter 512

The hall is full of sword spirit and sharp meaning is full of all people's senses.

Bai Zhihan had never seen the scenery of the sea before or after his death, but in that era, if it was who could still kill the sea by climbing stairs, there was no one else except Bai Zhihan.

But this is just a guess, because even on the day of his death, Bai Zhihan has no chance to attack the sea.

But who is he? He is Bai Zhihan. He is the last sword embryo in the world. In terms of Kendo qualification, no one has been able to master it for 6000 years.

Even today's Sword Fairy Chao Qingqiu, when facing this sword embryo, can't say that his sword skill is better than Bai Zhihan.

The green silk did not know when it had been sheathed, and the sword was hanging around his waist by Bai Zhihan. If it was not for the blue sword spirit that had been produced in the hall, it would be like a blue cloth curtain covering the hall. I'm afraid no one would feel how strong Bai Zhihan is.

Looking at the sword embryo that had been damned for many years in the eyes of sage Yanhe, he naturally knew who Bai Zhihan was and knew that the last sword embryo of this swordsman was a real genius.

His talent, not to mention him, is inferior to him in most of his books.

But now you are a dead man. How can you defeat me with a sword?

Looking at the sword spirit hidden in Li Fuyao's body, the sage of Yanhe sneered: "I have already arrived at the sea and am the most powerful monk in the world. How can you compare with me?"

Bai Zhihan didn't want to talk more, but said, "I have a sword on my waist, and I will cut what I have."

"How about the sea? Life and death can't be understood. Thinking of such a means to survive, if I'm still alive, I'll kill one."

Bai Zhihan has a cold look and a cold voice.

The sage of Yanhe said indifferently: "I don't know that you have such great ability."

Bai Zhihan didn't want to talk nonsense any more. His last sword spirit was the last thing he left after the first World War in Baiyu town. Originally, he thought that it would only be used when Li Fuyao went to the spring and Autumn period or when he ascended the building. Who knows that it is only a few years away from Baiyu town that Li Fuyao has already met with the difficulty of life and death.

However, since this is looking for a fake saint, Bai Zhihan also feels that it is not a big problem.

In his whole life, he had never been defeated in the fight over the same border, and even in the cross-border war, he almost won.

Only he never killed the monk Canghai.

Whether it is the heyday, or now has fallen into the realm of the sea.

Now I have a chance to say nothing but sword.

Green silk was taken back by him before, not because of anything else, but because Bai Zhihan wanted to finish the last battle of his life completely.

His body has been completely destroyed in the original war, which means that after today, no matter it is the invincible Chao Qingqiu in the world, or anyone else, it is impossible for him to reappear in the world.

Therefore, this war must be his last trace in the world.

The green silk breaks away from the waist and hovers beside Bai Zhihan.

The sword is in its sheath.

But the meaning of sharpness cannot be concealed.

Since it is the last war, or in the face of a once sea, Bai Zhihan is unwilling to defeat.

Countless sword Qi lingered around him.

At last, the sage of Yanhe was afraid.

There are only swordsmen and swordsmen in the world. They are the most difficult to deal with. They are all in the sea. Those saints in the clouds dare not provoke chaoqingqiu and climb the stairs together. When the old ancestor Xu Ji was in full swing, no one dared to provoke him.

Now he and Bai know that cold is the same day and night.

This is a sword embryo. He was once a saint.

Bai Zhihan spread out his hand and said, "it's the last time."

The voice is lonely and sad.

Li Fuyao looks at the scene and frowns slightly.

Bai Zhihan chuckled, "it doesn't matter. You will return my kindness when you come to the sea in the future."

Li Fuyao did not speak.

In this moment, countless sword Qi started in front of Bai Zhihan.

Countless sharp sword Qi swept away.

Bai Zhihan has gone forward.

The green silk is hanging on his side, following Bai Zhihan.

The sage Yanhe has a dignified expression. People like him have deep meaning in their actions.

Bai Zhihan's white robe moved with the wind, and his face was full of joy. He was approaching the body of the sage of Yanhe. There were countless sword Qi on his fingertips, and several brilliant blue lights appeared between his fingers, just like the essence of sword Qi.

The whole hall is full of sword spirit.

The sage of Yanhe has a big sleeve, and countless stars are born and dying in his sleeve.

Bai Zhihan's sword spirit is close to big sleeve. There is a sharp voice between the hall. At first, the sound is a little uncomfortable. But after a moment, several people present saw that the sword Spirit fell into the big sleeve.Then Bai Zhihan frowned and stepped back.

Innumerable sword Qi is broken in front of me, just like a sword is broken here, and countless pieces fly everywhere.

The sword Qi broke and fell to some places, leaving many traces.

I'm afraid it's hard to measure Bai Zhihan's sword Qi.

Yanhe's sleeves were cut off some, but he didn't care. He took a few steps forward and would tear Bai Zhihan into pieces directly.

Bai Zhihan's expression did not change. Until now, he reached for the handle of the green silk sword.

The green silk sword hovers on Bai Zhihan's side.

It used to be vertical, now it's horizontal.

As a blue light flashed, the green silk sword was slowly pulled out from the scabbard by Bai Zhihan.

The sword is blaring!

Bai Zhihan's sword cultivation has long been unknown to the world. Even if he knew it or kept it in the book, where could he direct his sword?

After the green silk came out of the sheath, a sword swept at the sage of Yanhe in an instant.

The majestic sword spirit can be seen to the naked eye. Bai Zhihan's sword is handed out, and the air in the hall seems to be at once.

The last sword embryo in the world is far more powerful than several of them.

"When did you come out with your sword?"

Ye Shengge looks at the front and calmly opens his mouth.

Li Fuyao was stunned, and then said, "this sword will last a hundred years at least."

There is no problem with this sentence. It seems that Bai Zhihan has delivered a sword in the morning and evening, but in fact, it is Bai Zhihan's understanding of Kendo for hundreds of years, which contains the innumerable exquisite points of baizhihan's kendo.

What can be explained by a simple sword in the morning and evening.

Countless majestic sword Qi went with this sword. Bai Zhihan handed out the second sword before the sword spirit dissipated.

No matter what the sage of Yanhe said, he was once a saint and could not be careless.

The sword spirit rolled away.

The sage of Yanhe looks extremely ugly.

He is confident that he can deal with several young people. But how can he deal with the sword embryo who is in front of him and has a sword cultivation?

The sword light is born.

Dazzling.

Li Fuyao couldn't help but exclaimed, "it's a wonderful sword."

Bai Zhihan laughed and casually

he pulled a sword light, and countless majestic sword Qi roared away at his side. From a distance, it was like a blue sea wave.

The sage Yanhe waved his sleeves and rebuked countless sword Qi. In a short period of time, he began to deduce countless ways to avoid the sword, but they could only be dealt with when his realm was still in the sea.

But now he's just a twilight zone.

Nature can't deal with it.

In a moment, the sword had fallen on his chest.

Suddenly, the sage of Yanhe suddenly retreated. There was a hole in the wall with a portrait hanging before. Now, with his retreat, the whole wall has collapsed.

But this is not over. As he went back, the sword directly tore a wall.

The hall was smashed by the sword.

Bai Zhihan swept out along the gap.

The hall was so cut open by a sword.

Li Fuyao stood in his place, a little lost in his mind.

Green locust does not change.

Zen's eyes are full of gratitude.

As for Gu Yuan, he is still in a state of apprehension.

Li Fuyao came back to his senses, and then he looked around and found the coffin.

After waiting for a moment, Li Fuyao walked forward a few steps. Before he came to the coffin, he looked down to see if the second half of the letter could be in it.

But the coffin is empty, where are the letters?

Li Fuyao murmured, "what's going on?"

After entering the Wushan mountain, he found the half of the letter. At the end, there was a word about misfortune in the world. Then he wanted to find the second half.

But what about the letters?

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With the power of a sword, the sage of Yanhe went back crazily.

But Bai Zhihan is chasing each other with a sword, without any hesitation.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, fall on the corridor.

Bai Zhihan stood with a sword. The clothes in front of Yanhe sage were all broken. Even on his thin body, there was a deep bone wound.

Yan river saint's face twisted unceasingly, "Bai Zhihan, you are so reluctant, I want you to never look at this world again!"

"I've seen enough of it. If you don't, you won't see it."

With these words, Bai Zhi cast the cold green silk forward, and the sword passed quickly in the air.

With a fierce sword spirit.

The sage of Yanhe was like a fierce ghost, and even more so at this time.

His hands were on his chest, and the whole palace was like purgatory.At that time, the sage of Yanhe had arranged this place for a long time, but he was not willing to do it until he had to.

The green silk swept forward, and the wind of the sword rushed wildly.

Standing on the jade stairs in the distance at night, watching the scene, frowned, did not understand.

He had been trapped in the jade steps and could not get out until then, the two figures came one after the other.

But who are these two figures?

One is as thin as a ghost, and the other is as powerful as a rainbow.

The green silk sword was rolled by Yanhe and turned back.

Bai Zhihan laughs.

Between heaven and earth, pour out a green rainbow.

The sword is exploding here!

What is above this imperial city? It's a sea!

At the moment, the sword Qi separates the waves and pierces the sky of Wushan.

Bai Zhihan's last sword in this life, how is that all?!

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