Chapter 242 (1/2)

Outside the gate, the sword is abandoned.

Fu Po Tian stands up.

He can't see.

But he doesn't need to see either.

There is nothing but a knife. Those who broke the heaven were forced far away by his fierce murderous spirit.

He, alone, hung with a red sheath knife, could not open his eyes, and walked alone on the road of seeking Tao at the gate of abandoned sword villa.

Every step, as if through accurate measurement, not more than an inch, many a point.

The black clothes stretch out in the wind. Because of the sword sense in the air, it turns into wisps of cloth. Every step, it will be cut off and scattered in the air, as if to evoke spirits.

He is steady and firm, and has no other goal except abandoning sword villa.

”Taoist master!”

”Taoist master!”

After the call of Fu, it is not heard.

After the fall of the great moon Dynasty, his obsession had dissipated, and then he put it down. Now there is no sadness or joy in his chest, only a knife.

- blood quenching knife.

Red scabbard and red knife are more bright than blood and deeper than fear.

The knife fluttered in the wind, making a crisp crash sound like a wind bell.

The voice, with its soul stirring magic, makes people feel bored. Even if it is far away from the mountains and rivers, they have to use their power to resist, so as to keep awake.

”This What kind of martial arts realm is this? ”

”Fu Po Tian has become a magic sword!”

”Look at his eyes! He is blind already

Among the crowd, there was a cry of surprise.

”Shhh...”

Fu Shatian's body is filled with killing intention, which makes people feel creepy. Hastily someone reminds rash young people, must not mention a ”blind” word.

Fortunately, Fu Po Tian did not pay attention to this side at all.

”Mr. Shen is out!”

At this time, there was also a commotion in the villa. People could see from a distance that Shen Zhenyi was the leader. All the people in the villa rushed out and walked in the direction of Fu Po Tian Lai.

This earth shaking war is finally about to begin.

Fu chuantian has gone to the bottom of the bronze sword at the gate of the abandoned sword villa.

Shen Zhenyi is walking slowly on the garden path.

The three disciples of Ziling Jun, Chu Huoluo and Princess long followed him, followed by Shen Shou and others.

He is calm and calm, just like going out to enjoy flowers, full of vitality.

The collision of this life and death momentum makes people shiver, as if it is the delivery of day and night.

Two people about a hundred Zhangs apart, and stopped at the same time.

A quiet confrontation, a long time did not say a word.

But the struggle between life and death has never stopped, one night, one day.

The moon eye is in the sky, the sun is in the north, and the stars are in the south.

At the junction of darkness and day, countless swirls of Taiji diagram of yin yang fish are formed, which are stirred together and emit a roar of tearing.

Between them, there is the dividing line between light and darkness, life and death.

On Shen Zhenyi's side, flowers and trees are flourishing and fragrance is everywhere;

while on Fu Botian's side, everything withers and even the land begins to become desertification.

The ground can not support this imbalance, gradually tearing open a huge gap.

”It will have to be fixed later!”

Chu Chu Luo secretly Tucao, after Shen Zhenyi make complaints about three kinds of methods, she regained some confidence and her face was ruddy.

It's not cost-effective to start at your own door.