Chapter 76 A Sword of Silence

"Returning to the real person? Isn't Beihuang Jianzun, the first swordsman today and the seventh top figure on the Chiyou Monument, the first swordsman today? Wu Pengwei's heart moved and remembered the rough man who used to sweep Liuhe with a sword in the endless sea.

"Northern Desert Sword Master?" Qingshan Xiushi smiled disapprovingly: "He has become a lonely soul under the sword of Guiye Zhenren two months ago. By the way, there is also a guy called 'West Sea Knife Master' who is buried under the sword of Guiye Zhenren. You should be careful when you see him. This man has a strange temper, and he will draw his sword when he moves."

After saying that, the long sleeves of the green shirt Xiushi brushed, and a golden light rose up at his feet, just like a golden cloud, sweeping thousands of miles away.

"Are you dead?"

Wu Pengwei has a trace of trance in his heart. Beihuang Jianzun, the majestic figure who used to be amazing in the endless sea, has now become a lonely soul under the sword of others, and the vicissitudes of the world can be seen.

In a trance, he looked at the white clouds in the sky, the vicissitudes of life, like the changes of life and death, and a sad and indifferent sadness rose in his heart. At this moment, Wu Pengwei just wanted to put down everything, dissipate the power of his qi and blood, and be an ordinary person from then on.

At the end of cultivation, one day you will become the dead soul of others. You are busy and painstaking. Why do you want it?

How happy is life and how hard is death?

It's better to be one of the people who drift with the tide and enjoy the joy of the family. Even if life is turbulent, you can still be happy for a lifetime. In the end, the body will be buried in the loess, and the children and grandchildren will be sent off.

For a moment, I was in a trance and confused. Even the power of qi and blood began to be disordered, and it surged uncontrollably.

The things of the world are like walking around. From the hanging island to the endless sea, the things experienced all the way are reversed, and finally fixed in the place where the dream first began in the small city of Linhai.

A small silver box, a silver fog, a graceful young woman's light and shadow.

"Mother..."

Wu Pengwei's spirit suddenly fixed, his consciousness turned around again, his mind was clear, and his rationality returned again. But at this time, the power of qi and blood had begun to rage, which was difficult to control, and the meridians were faintly bursting.

This is a sign of going crazy.

There will be such delusions when practicing qi, blood or divine thoughts. I don't know when such delusions will come, but martial arts practitioners will have this disaster. Some people appear at the time of the martial soul, while others will only appear after reaching the martial arts master. But no matter what, the signs of going crazy are extremely terrible.

No matter how strong your qi and blood is, it is really inevitable.

And the deeper the power of qi and blood, the crazier it is.

If Wu Pengwei only reaches the peak of Wu Zun with the power of qi and blood, this sign of going crazy can destroy him in an instant. The power of qi and blood collapses from the inside out and loses control. At this time, the power of qi and blood will even burst out two to three times the strength of the past, which can blow up the meridians and bones into pieces and turn into internal organs. Ashes.

But Wu Pengwei has practiced the "King Kong Undead" skill that does not belong to this world, and has reached the medium level of iron bones. The meridians and bones of the whole body are like copper cast iron, extremely tough, and even the internal organs are as hard as diamond. The power of qi and blood that has just lost control can only make it move. Swing, but you can't let it be smashed.

If you want to smash it, the power of qi and blood must collapse to the extreme, which will take at least a minute, but just within this minute, Wu Pengwei thought of his mother.

The desire to save his mother burst out in his heart, which awakened his mind.

Between movements and swings, there was a lot of impact. Wu Pengwei felt that his whole body seemed to be bombarded by the mountains. His throat was sweet, and a stream of blood surged up and almost spewed out.

If the power of qi and blood completely loses control and explodes for a moment at night, Wu Pengwei will definitely die.

But in the end, he has such a body protection magic skill as "King Kong Immortal", and soon recovered from the dream and regained the control of qi and blood. In an instant, he woke up from the signs of going crazy.

After waking up, Wu Pengwei looked up slightly and looked at the drifting blue sky and white clouds.

Thousands of miles away, the green shirt Xiushi in the void raised his eyebrows slightly, sighed secretly, and the left hand of the mountain and river sword held tightly hung down again.

"Alas, it's a pity that the boy was almost completely lost. I can also take advantage of it and cut off the head on his neck. Who would have thought that he woke up and the good opportunity has passed. It's a pity, that's all, there will be more opportunities in the future."

Qingshan Xiushi is a decisive person. He doesn't stop now, just like a light.

And Wu Pengwei, a chaotic fog rose under his feet, rising in vain and chasing in the direction of the death of the green shirt Xiushi.

Thousands of miles.

Passing across the prairie, in a desert, the wind and sand are in the sky, and the sun and the moon are lightless.

Dusk is like blood, shining on the boundless desert, thick as blood. In the bloody world, a man in a gray robe looks up at the sky, holding a dark and sheathless ancient sword in his hand, alone and lonely.

"Guiye Zhenren, it's too late to come down. Don't be surprised."

The green shirt Xiushi fell from the sky, holding his fists and saluteing with a respectful face.

The man holding the sword turned around and saw a perverse and narrow face. His face was dry and fierce, and a pair of turbid gray pupils were not shiny. He just glanced at the green shirt Xiushi indifferently and then turned around.

Qingshan Xiushi seemed to know the other party's temperament, and he didn't think it was angry. Instead, he continued to smile and said, "Real person, there is a reason why I'm late. I'd like to introduce you to a good friend with great strength. He will be the best helper for us to kill the White Bone God King this time."

Guiye Zhenren's face moved slightly and said unhappily, "The White Bone God is a character like a god outside the region. He penetrates through time and understands life and death. It is the most mysterious existence between heaven and earth. His strength is unfathomable. Do you think anyone can kill it?"

The green shirt Xiushi smiled and said, "Real person, you must be satisfied with this person. Look, he has come."

A kilometer away, Wu Pengwei drove the chaotic light and clouds and collided with Guiye's real eyes.

"Well, it's this boy?"

Guiye Zhenren's turbid gray eyes tightened slightly, which seemed to be a little unexpected.

The gods are grateful in the dream, but all the masters above the peak of the master will be summoned by this dream. Wu Pengwei's appearance is clearly displayed in the dream, which can be said to be the most famous figure in the martial arts of Fenglan mainland today.

The green shirt Xiushi laughed and said, "How about it, real person, this helper is useful."

"I don't think so," Guiye Zhenren sneered, "Kid, I don't care which god you offend, and I don't bother to take care of those broken things. Now that you join the group and want to kill the White Bone God, let me see if you have this weight."

After a word fell, Guiye Zhenren didn't care about Wu Pengwei's answer, and his expression suddenly changed.

In this change, there is a surge between heaven and earth. This thin and slender man in gray seems to have turned into a sword, a sharp sword that can tear heaven and earth.

Eyes, body, appearance, everywhere is not a sword, everywhere is not sharp.

He looked at Wu Pengwei, and the infinite sword spirit burst on his body, tearing the world apart, and came straight to Wu Pengwei.

The man has not moved, and the sword spirit has been all over the world.

Wu Pengwei is full of spirit. He has experienced hundreds of battles, and will also experience many top masters, such as the ancient god Qing Emperor, the intention to kill monks, and even the dragon clan of the endless sea, but no one can have such a fierce and pure sword spirit.

This sword spirit seems to be able to tear everything and smash everything, which is the purest destructive power in the world.

Wu Pengwei did not dare to delay. He sprayed out with a red flame of gold, like a blazing flame, covering the ground, blocking the sword spirit ten meters in front of him.

The wall of fire is blazing, and the sword spirit is fierce. For a moment, the sword spirit of Guiye Zhenren can't penetrate this majestic golden fire wall.

"Hmm, it's a little smelly." It was not until this time that Guiye Zhenren's turbid eyes turned up, and his spirit was as sharp as a sword: "Kid, pick me up and try it again."

A dark and sheathless ancient sword swings in the palm of Guiye, and a sword is stabbed straight.

"There is no sword in the wilderness."

This sword stabbed out, as if there was nothing else in heaven and earth. The stars, the sun and moon, mountains and rivers, and deserts were all dimmed under this sword. In a sword, there were thousands of changes, countless dead thoughts, majestic and clumsy.

A simple and unpretentious sword, the sword road seems to be curved and straight, but there is no trace to find.

Wu Pengwei, who was opposite, only felt that the world had collapsed, leaving only this extremely strange sword on his chest.

At this moment, he can call out Xiao Wei or Yin and others to resist this infinite mysterious sword for him, or use his mind to move the other party to the illusion of mind. In short, there are several ways to avoid this deadly sword.

But Wu Pengwei chose to face it independently and fight against this fierce sword with the power of qi and blood.

The way to practice martial arts is to survive in death. There is no great spirit and great courage. After the signs of going crazy, his mind is as if he has been refined and more solid. When he encounters such a bad situation, he can stimulate his infinite fighting spirit.

In a thousandth of an instant, his mind reached an unprecedented height of concentration, and the "big trend follows the law" suddenly rose to the extreme, and all the light scenes in front of him were fixed, slow and dull.

The pupil is extremely deep, and a pair of triangular marks rotate like wheels.

The other party's extremely mysterious sword appeared in the beard, and all the trajectories appeared in front of him.

Only after this look, Wu Pengwei's mind was shaken again.

The other party's sword is extremely strange, simple to the extreme, just a sword in the chest, analyzed to the extreme scene, but all the details have gone, leaving a straight sword.

is the purest and most primitive sword in heaven and earth, but also the most inescapable sword.

It is simple to the extreme, and the sword spirit is fierce but also to the extreme. It is the purest sword between heaven and earth.

This sword can't be blocked.

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