The Ultimate Sword Master

Night Kingdom.

Outside the royal capital.

As soon as Qianye left the city gate, he saw thousands of horses galloping in the distance, filled with wind and smoke, with great momentum, and they were rushing towards here.

The first person.

A green horse in silver armor, a sword hanging from his waist, and a girl in his arms, he looks so heroic!

It was Gu Han!

"Mr. Gu?"

Ye Junyi's eyes lit up.

"..."

Qianye said nothing. Seeing her envious eyes, he subconsciously looked around.

Don't talk about horses.

There was not even a four-legged creature, so I had to give up the idea of ​​riding a horse to hug my girl.

I saw that the two of them were fine.

Gu Hancai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got off his horse, and after some conversation, he learned the whole story.

"died?"

Hearing that Mu Qianhua died in Qianye's hands, he was a little surprised, but also felt sad.

"Really?"

Leng Meizi thought about it and felt a little unsafe, so she wanted to go and see for herself.

"master……"

Shumiaozi jumped off Lao Liao's horse and came closer.

"Are you Ashu?"

Ye Junyi felt a little distressed when she saw its swollen little face, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Sister Ye!"

Shumiaozi also recognized her, hugged her and cried in grievance, "I...it hurts so much!"

Qianye was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"I always feel that way."

He looked into the distance and said worriedly: "This time, things won't be so simple..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The sky suddenly became pitch black.

Not only that.

not far away.

Whether it was Lao Liao or tens of thousands of heavily armored cavalry, even the horses under their crotches suddenly aged at a jaw-dropping speed!

But only for a moment.

His hair is gray, he is old, his breath is gone, and he is completely on his deathbed.

broken!

Gu Han's heart suddenly sank, and he didn't understand what was going on with this sudden change.

"Old Liao..."

The words were not finished.

A ray of dawn breaks through the sky, the rising sun rises in the east, and everything grows, sweeping away the previous silence.

not far away.

Lao Liao and the tens of thousands of cavalrymen also seemed to have reversed the years. They were strangely rejuvenated and young again!

Gu Han didn't wait for him to continue speaking.

The green grass underfoot turned from green to yellow, and Lao Liao and the others became older again.

Such is the birth and death of withering and prosperity.

It has been rotated four times in an instant!

"The old man has taken action!"

Qianye's expression was solemn, even with his knowledge of cultivation, he couldn't understand the old way's methods at all.

"Time goes by."

"Wither and prosperity come and go."

"All in one thought?"

"Is this the true strength of the old Taoist?"

…

It's not far from the king.

On the top of a mountain, Gu Tian looked at the scene of the passing of time in front of him, his face was extremely solemn. Just as he was about to leave to find Gu Han, his body suddenly stagnated, and the look of struggle and pain kept flashing in his eyes!

boom!

boom!

As if to relieve the pain, and to stay awake, he punched the mountain wall in front of him with one punch after another. His hands were dripping with blood and his bones were faintly exposed, but he still did not stop.

Take a closer look.

During the struggle, his face changed faintly, and he actually looked a bit like Fu Shengke!

…

After the Taoist temple.

Between the withering and prosperity of all things, mysterious and magnificent powers gathered together and fell on Fushengke.

The green clothes rippled.

Fushengke's figure instantly became slightly distorted, and the tip of his hair quickly turned from black to gray, and from gray to white.

Stare at the old man.

There was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

"Withering and prosperity, dreams and emptiness, an era is one year."

"The Rise and Fall of the Eighties."

"Why have you only rotated four times? Compared to your peak, it's far behind."

In front of the grave.

The old Taoist was panting, looking at him with red eyes, and said nothing. He deliberately wanted to take five turns, but it was difficult to mobilize the slightest strength.

"Pity."

Fu Shengke shook his head, feeling a little regretful, "If there were ten epochs of cyclic power, maybe I could destroy my Dharmakaya."

The words fell.

Everything was resurrected in his eyes, and the rotation speed was more than ten times faster in an instant. The power was filled with every trace, and there was a tendency to assimilate the power of the era in his body!

Take one step.

Bang!

The old man's grave exploded on the spot!

"Fellow Taoist Huangliang."

"I'll send you on your way."

Fushengke's expression remained unchanged and he took another step!

In an instant.

The sky at Huangliang Dojo suddenly became brighter and darker. One moment, the sun was high in the sky, and the next moment, it turned into a deep starry sky.

In the mountains and plains.

It is full of vitality but also withered and desolate, and the creatures in the dojo have been greatly affected. There are three-year-old children with white beard and hair, and eighty-year-olds who look like babies... The entire Huangliang Dojo has fallen into complete chaos. Among!

boom!

The old man's face turned pale, as if he had been hit hard, and he flew out on the spot. Along the way, many bones were broken!

"Seller of storybooks!"

"Come and help!"

He used up his last strength and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't forget, when you were down and out, those dirty storybooks you secretly wrote were all half-sold and half-gifted by me, the old master!"

Buzz!

The words fell.

The sky trembled slightly, and a golden book slowly floated down. On the golden book, dense words were all over it, including the love and hate entanglement between infatuated men and resentful women, the lifelong companionship of talented men and beautiful women, the journey of heroes and heroes with swords, and the immortals who moved mountains with one finger...

A small page of golden book.

It describes all kinds of things in the world and the vicissitudes of life.

"Oh?"

Fushengke stared at the golden book with some surprise, "There is an unexpected gain. It turns out that you are also struggling to survive?"

Hearing this.

The golden book trembled, exploded in an instant, and turned into a little golden light.

In the golden light surge.

A young man walked out slowly from it, wearing a Confucian robe, with a dignified appearance and a literary aura around him. When he appeared, he stabilized the chaotic epoch power in the Huangliang Taoist Temple.

He ignored Fushengke.

He looked at the grinning old Taoist and said seriously: "There is nothing dishonest in my book of words, don't tarnish my reputation."

"Yes, yes, yes! You are the most serious!"

The old Taoist had a headache and pointed at Fushengke, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, I am not his opponent!"

"He hides in the dream."

Fushengke suddenly laughed: "You hide in the book, two remnants, but they are in the same boat."

"So what?"

The scholar said indifferently: "You are the original demon, but the original demon is not you. Even if I am a remnant, there is only one page left in the golden book, and I can still kill your Dharma body!"

The voice fell.

The golden light in front of him condensed, and it turned into a golden book and fell in front of him.

He took it with his right hand.

A Zhuhao jade pen has fallen into his hand, and the literary aura on his body is surging, and there is a hint of irreversible destiny!

"Good!"

The old Taoist was very excited, "I didn't expect you to retain such a strong power!"

"Of course."

The scholar said calmly, "Your longevity skill is not as good as my destiny method after all. A mere floating life guest can only shout in front of you. How can he survive in front of me?"

"Good!"

The old Taoist was very excited, "Write! Write him to death!"

"Just take a break."

The scholar said calmly, "Everything, I am here."

After the words fell.

He wrote four small golden seal characters on the golden book.

Floating life guest, dead.