Three days of thought were not the past three days of the outside world. The drunkard just placed three days in front of him and Ye Qi's sword. After three days of sword movement, Ye Qi broke through the realm and broke through the realm again. The body of the body that formed a realm in its own realm was comparable to a butcher, and he still felt tired.

With the intention of picking flowers, the trajectory of the twelve swords pierced out was shaken.

Ye Qi held the other hand on the sword, and at this moment, a cicada crow came from the heaven and earth, and then something seemed to be shattering in the void. The twelve trajectories of the sword changed back to their original state and continued to stab the drunkard straight.

When Ye Qi stabbed out the iron sword in his hand, the drunkard felt that he could not avoid the sword, so he chose to resist. Although all the infinite swords in his pot were still unable to block the sword, Ye Qi's sword trajectory deviated a little after all. Just as the sword twelve was about to stab him, his body dissipated.

The drunkard has absolute confidence in his speed, and he was still him during the tens of thousands of years of hiding from Haotian, which undoubtedly confirmed his confidence rather than conceit.

As long as he has the chance to escape, he believes that no one in this world can catch up with him except for the Master. Even the great gentleman in the academy and the Taoist on the isolated island of the South China Sea cannot catch up with him.

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In front of the seawall of Song State, waves dozens of feet high hit the stone forests by the sea, and countless huge flowers formed by water mist grew above the stone forest.

The drunkard appeared on the mist. He didn't have time to stop. His eyes were stunned and dissipated in place.

Almost at the same time, a sword passed through the void and stabbed the flowers formed by water mist. The mist spreads into a gap from the middle, and then stretches across the sea hundreds of miles outside the seawall, and a gap also spreads between the vast oceans.

Among the mountains of the Pamir Mountains, a white sand lotus was blooming. A shadow appeared above the sand lotus and disappeared. Then thousands of sand lotus were shattered into thin silk by the sword intent from somewhere.

On the snow peak in front of the Ate Sea, the peak that had been silent for thousands of years suddenly fell, and ice and snow rushed towards the calm Ate Sea like a flood that broke the dam.

Between Qi and Yue Kingdoms, a Zen singing came from the Lanke Temple on Washan. The arm of the huge Buddha statue in the mountain that could be seen dozens of miles away suddenly broke.

The drunkard was running and Ye Qi was chasing. In just a few breaths, there were places in the north and south of the mainland and the two left their footprints.

The drunkard was a little puzzled. The reason why the realm of no distance was that it could be separated by seeing the gap between the vital energy of heaven and earth and the space, so that it could shuttle between the gaps and reach a thousand miles. The disciple of the academy had the realm of heaven and demons. In a sense, the vital energy in his body was infinite. If he wanted to shuttle between those gaps, it would be like a fat man to drill a small hole. Even if he could squeeze in with difficulty, it would not be too fast, but he did not enter those gaps slowly.

More importantly, he is not a genius, without Haotian's ubiquitous support, and only one sword was used from beginning to end. That sword broke his thought for three days, and then shuttled back and forth at no distance. There was no decline. How much energy of heaven and earth is hidden in his body?

...

Walking between the gaps of vitality and shuttle between the gaps of space, the drunkard's clothes gradually became silk threads, and his hair and beard had long been removed by the wind that was rapidly falling, like an ascetic monk walking in the world who knew no time and month.

After walking a distance, he crossed countless rivers, he no longer felt the sword intent of chasing him. He returned to the outside of the town and saw that the sword domain in the middle of the town was less than 30% left. His voice was hoarse and shouted to the butcher: "How many more knifes are there?"

The butcher waved his knife and said, "Ten swords."

"Hurry up, I've walked too many ways and my body is about to crack."

The butcher tightened the knife holding both hands and said, "There are eight swords left."

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The butcher swung his sword, and a thunderous roar came from the void, and Ye Qi, covered in blood, walked out of the sword.

Seeing this, the drunkard reached out and pointed at Ye Qi tremblingly, with his expression as if he was crying. It turned out that in order to catch up with his speed, he actually slashed himself with a sword.

If a fat man finds it difficult to pass through a hole, he can cut off the flesh and can naturally pass through it.

He cursed angrily: "You madman, my life is more valuable, but your life is not valuable? They are all madmen, madmen!"

"Only when you go crazy can you force you to the point of being in a difficult position. Moreover, your words are just crazy words. Mortals will eventually be eaten by Haotian by taking over the creation of heaven and earth. However, there are still so many practitioners in the world. Let me ask, which practitioner in the world is not a madman?"

While saying that, Ye Qi held the sword in both hands and stabbed it. It was not the second sword. Because the first sword that was stabbed did not kill anyone, the sword intent was not yet full, so this sword was still stabbed, and the first sword was still the first sword.

The drunkard threw out the wine pot, and the spout sprinkled a river. The river was the wine he had accumulated for tens of years, and the fragrance of the wine instantly surrounded the town within a radius of dozens of miles.

Because the river was contaminated with the infinite energy of heaven and earth in the wine pot, as soon as it appeared, it turned into a burning river of fire, enough to burn to the sky.

He had previously poured out the infinite sword from the pot and evolved into a small world that could not resist Ye Qi's sword. At this time, those infinite wine turned into fire, how could it still stop Ye Qi's sword?

Sword Twelve pierced the Fire River and pierced the distance between the two.

Drinking with bare hands makes you pick a flower, but he has walked too many ways in a very short time today. It is difficult to get a distance at this time, let alone use a thought of three days, but without three days, even if the Buddha reappears, the Buddha's fingering of picking a flower is difficult to shake Ye Qi's sword.

The drunkard felt that he was about to die. The scene of himself being pierced by a sword in his dream was extremely real when he recalled it. He cried bitterly and said, begging for mercy: "The butcher has two more swords to walk out of your formation. If you kill me, how can you resist the butcher's knife? You will die too..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Twelve directly passed through his chest. He did not die directly. He felt his realm and the mind power of the sea of ​​consciousness were passing, and the heaven and earth energy flowing in the sea of ​​Qi and snowy mountains was passing by.

...

Ye Qi's eyes, which were clearly black and white, gradually undergo a strange change. The black pupils and Bai Ren merged very quickly, and finally turned into a uniform gray. In the depths of those grays, extremely tiny blood pupils appeared.

The blood on his body quickly dried up, and the sword marks with blood were scabbed and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The butcher sensed the situation of the drunkard and saw the changes in Ye Qi. He gritted his teeth and slashed out a knife. The sword energy around the town suddenly scattered under the knife, and it was difficult to reappear in the world. However, there were still a few strands of fine sand floating in front of him. If he wanted to use the knife to kill Ye Qi, he had to cut off the fine sand. Maybe he wouldn't have to use a knife, but he would still have to draw the knife and slash it again.

As Ye Qi's eyes changed, the drunkard's body gradually became dry, just like a man who had spent the rest of his life in a very short time. His skin became as shriveled as an old tree, and his flesh and blood no longer had a trace of spirituality that a practitioner should have.

When Ye Qi pulled out the sword that stabbed his chest, he slowly fell backwards. On the way to fall, his body turned into gray-black powder, and was then shattered by the wind blowing from outside the town, falling on the ground like falling dust.
Chapter completed!