Just a random blow shattered his natal sword, causing him to suffer a fatal blow. An Baoshi naturally knew that his only hope was the Void Realm behind the Sword Washing Pool.

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

Putting aside the unknown land of the black river in the void, it is not counted. It is the seemingly simple mirror-like light and shadow, which contains the danger that the seven realms dare not try lightly. No one knows whether it will pass through easily after touching the mirror-like light and shadow, or will be torn into countless flesh and blood by the terrible energy power contained in it, and then fly to many corners of the world with various heaven and earth vital channels inside.

This is the real corpse breaking, which cannot be complete, and this possibility is far beyond safe passage. An Baoshi understood this truth from the beginning, ◇▇↖◇↖◇↖,⌒.≯√. However, for him, Qi Zong's terribleness had caused him to survive.

Qi Jinshan frowned slightly.

The moment his hand left the head of the Lingxu Sword Sect disciple, his whole body was like a wisp of heaven and earth energy without any weight, floating into the hall ahead.

The gems, spiritual medicines, gold and iron on the ground were cut into pieces by the sharpness he brought, and then turned into crystal haze mixed with countless colors, and stabbed towards An Baoshi, who was fleeing desperately in front of him.

An Baoshi is a random attack, but for a master like him, with real murderous intent, it is all-out strength. The sense of randomness can only show the harmony of the sword intent. It is more than one great state away from him but can withstand his sword. It is not only because of his severe damage, but also because An Baoshi's strength has exceeded his expectations.

He naturally understood what An Baoshi wanted to do. In these crystal hazes, there was a wisp that did not capture An Baoshi's body, but purely pursued speed. His perception was directly separated from his perception, but fell in front of the void realm according to the direction he remembered.

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

However, as the crystal haze landed, hundreds of crisscrossing crystal lines suddenly appeared in front of this hazy and translucent light. Each crystal line gave people the feeling that it was extremely sharp, even straighter than the lines carefully carved by the best craftsmen in the world.

An Baoshi had already smelled the unique aura of the sword washing pond.

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

As the crystal haze flew past him, his clothes broke open.

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

A shrill howl burst out from his mouth.

The moment his body collided with hundreds of crisscrossing crystal lines, he forced his way around, using his feet as the tip of the sword, and his whole body rushed towards the crystal lines like a sword. At the same time, all the true energy in his body surged out of his hands. In an instant, the tips of his fingers also cracked, the true energy mixed with blood, and his hands were like holding ten blood-colored streamers.

These ten blood-colored streamers flew out and hit the crystal haze that was chasing behind. While shattering, they rolled out several pieces of crystal dust, and hit the crystal lines with his feet and toes.

There was a loud bang.

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

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

Most of the fine and intertwined crystalline threads shattered, but they did not completely break.

More than a dozen crystal threads firmly fixed in front of the Void Realm cut through the soles of An Baoshi's feet, then went up, cut through his Qihai, and cut through his body.

An Baoshi's clothes had already broken, and blood lines suddenly oozed out of his fair and jade-like skin.

He screamed in great pain, and his body, which was spreading blood, rushed into the void realm.

He originally wanted to fight his feet and even his legs to be disabled, just to leave half of his life to rush into the void realm. However, his realm was too far from that of the other party. Even if he tried all his skills, he could not break the other party's sword energy at all.

At this time, these sword threads cut through his body from his feet to his head, because they were too thin, too sharp and too fast, so that there was no real pain in his body at all. However, he knew very well that these sword threads cut through his qi sea and his body. In the next moment, the blood lines on his body would crack into terrifying wounds, and then his whole body would turn into pieces of flesh and blood to disintegrate.

For him, Ding Ning was destroyed and Jing Liuli was defeated by him. There was no young talent in the world who could resist, especially under the will of the queen, he was about to succeed as the leader of the Lingxu Sword Sect.

How can he not feel pain when he falls from this supreme high and even loses his life in an instant?

Amid the screams of incomparable pain, his body passed through the hazy light.

Several forces that were hard to describe in words instantly poured into him. In the next moment, he heard countless sounds of glass shattering in his body. When real fear filled his heart, he felt that his body was thrown high, like a rock that was thrown to the cloud in an instant, and he did not fall down and continued to move up at an astonishing speed.

In the next moment, all his consciousness disappeared.

A layer of ripples appeared on the faint light.

Qi Jinshan lightly tapped the sword pool water on his toes, and he had already stood in front of this void realm.

The dozens of sword threads were still tenaciously, and scarlet blood was slowly dripping on the sword threads.

Qi Jinshan remained silent.

This faint light was also a completely unknown world for him.

After An Baoshi's body passed through this light, it disappeared from his vision. After this light, the picture of the black river was like eternity, without any change.

Although these dozens of sword threads are extremely subtle, they contain amazing power. The body is cut by such sword threads, and it is no different from being cut by dozens of big swords.

If the body becomes dozens of stages, no practitioner can live again.

However, he failed to see An Baoshi's last corpse with his own eyes, but a ripples spread in his heart.

This is a bad feeling, but a character like him is just like a flash of time and is not entangled.

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

Inside the golden flame was a long sword like a dead tree, and the hilt of the sword was held in the hand of the flower-faced woman.

A practitioner wearing a purple robe covered his abdomen and slowly sat in a pool of blood. He was wearing a purple jade crown, and the purple robe on his body was also a luxurious purple that was unprecedented in the world, like the flowing stars.

He raised his head with difficulty, and blood kept falling between his lips and teeth, and said with a wry smile: "I could defeat you at will fifteen years ago. I didn't expect that you would be so strong in fifteen years."
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