Mortal's journey to immortality

Ximen Qian glanced nonchalantly at Dong Wushuang, who was immersed in the mystery of deciphering the lines.

He came because of her, but the strange secret realm of its own existence made him realize a lot. If he didn't die, he should be able to do something again after coming out of the secret realm.

However, the secret realm firmly limits the number "four". If you want to survive, you can only send others to the west.

This is not only the basic law of survival in the world of immortality, but also the eternal truth of survival of the fittest.

By luck, he understood the sword power of "Ximen Yijian". Only now has he truly gained access to the family's top-level heaven-level technique, and figured out some tricks.

In the past, I relied on my own talent and tireless progress to defeat powerful enemies one after another.

Looking back now, I only feel that all the past experiences came together for a flash in the pan, achieving his epiphany.

Talent is very important, but the experience and training of blood and fire, life and survival are equally indispensable.

My returning opponents, without your support for me, how could I have the awareness and calmness I have accumulated at this moment?

"Shhhhhhhhhh..."

From entering the Qizheng Secret Realm to the moment when all the scenes flashed past his eyes, two small doubts caught his attention.

He is a perfect person, pursuing perfection in people and things, persistent and stubborn.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be where he is today.

One question is why I was the first to enter that boundless world.

The person who had been far ahead before said that he was buried in the sea of ​​​​fire and did not even believe in ghosts. This is a very absurd thing. He has not appeared until now. Where did "you" go?

The second doubt is, yes, I also agree with Duan Zhi’s strength and resourcefulness.

However, where did he go before? After not seeing him for half a year, he became so unfathomable. And why did he have to keep his talisman until this time when he didn't use it before?

If everything is normal, then this person is really amazing!

This is not normal.

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Could it be that he has some kind of conspiracy?

After realizing the power of the sword, Ximen Qian seemed to have stepped out of the fog, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he had a different understanding of everything.

It's just that the powerful enemy, the Ninth Prince, is in front, so kill him first.

No matter what, the number "four" cannot be escaped after all.

As for the two doubts, they are all in vain in the face of absolute strength.

In the blink of an eye, Ximen Qian went from being slightly excited to becoming as calm as water again.

The Ninth Prince suddenly discovered that Ximen Qian's scorching gaze had become indifferent, and the other party seemed to have entered a mysterious realm that was beyond his reach.

snort!

It's all pretentious and superficial, just to mess with my mind.

"The Way of the Sword, Fourth Heaven, Ice Blue!"

The Ninth Prince did not hide it and spoke every word calmly.

As soon as the words fell, "Huhuhuhuhu", the whole hall seemed to be frozen, reflecting a light blue.

The temperature plummeted five hundred times.

In the void, a series of cracking sounds of "click, click, click, click..." came out.

Looking closely, the twenty-mile radius space where the Ninth Prince and Ximen Qian were located was directly solidified into lumps and layers of ice chips, ice foam and ice slag that penetrated like teeth.

Duan Zhi stared intently at the shocking ice blue sword.

Only Lan Bing, where did the sword go?

Blue eyes opened.

"hiss!"

A sudden chill ran down my spine!

The sword is in the ice.

I saw countless strands of light blue sword threads that were a thousand times smaller than hairs, moving and intertwining together in an extremely chaotic manner. However, the strands were layered on top of each other, blocking out the sky and the sun, and were as dense as hemp. Scalp-tingling.

Circles, circles, nets, and bunches of blue ice sword threads quickly swarmed towards Ximen Qian, who was wrapped in a light cyan halo.

The cyan aperture is teetering on the edge of collapse, without a breath, it will absolutely collapse.

By then, Ximen Qian must be dead or alive.

But Ximen Qian didn't give the Ninth Prince a chance to breathe at all, not even half a breath, a tenth of a percent, or even a hundredth of a breath.

So much, so luxurious.

Ximen Qian in the aperture just made a casual sword move in an understatement.

"brush!"

A cyan circle of light spread out with him as the center.

Time was frozen at the moment he put down the Qinggang Sword.

The blue ice with a radius of twenty miles was instantly flipped over by the green light.

"Boom."

It was like the sound of a bubble bursting slightly, and the Ninth Prince and his magic blue shattered without a trace like bubbles.

Just like that, it was turned into nothingness by a sword.