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Wealth, ninety-eight, new year.

The heavy snow in the sky seems familiar, but this world is no longer what it used to be. Under the constant flow of monsters, the vitality of the human monks is being consumed little by little. A big monster rises from the south and occupies one side. A large number of monsters gather One place is called the Demon Kingdom of Shang Dynasty.

Daqi has been running with half of the dragon veins, and it is already crumbling. The King Wu'an of the past is now as old as the emperor of the past, with a head full of white hair, and a thousand years is the limit.

"Can we only go here?"

Qi Fugui stood at the entrance of the main hall of Jinluan Hall, looking at the city wall in the distance. He could vaguely see the figure sitting cross-legged on the wall, with his body hunched.

He is also well aware that Daqi is now in a state of decline. There is not even a single great monk in the Immortal Mansion, and if it has survived for another thousand years, it may have reached its limit.

Even the luck of their human race is withering. There are probably only two great monks in the entire human race, and in the past thousand years, no sword immortal has been born.

Instead, a sword demon was born, who used demonic energy to create the image of an immortal. His sword skills have reached the peak. I am afraid that even if there is a sword immortal alive, he may not be his opponent.

"King Wu'an! Why are you still hiding in there? Do you really think this formation can stop me? Xuchang can change his destiny against the will of heaven and survive one round after another, but how can he defeat the way of heaven!"

An arrogant voice sounded above the imperial city, followed by a shocking demonic energy that covered the sky, the sun, and the clouds at dawn.

A black shadow stepped on the sword, and half of his body turned into a twisted shape, with flesh and blood like a beard forming a ball, floating in the wind.

This person was Xuan Zheng back then, who used demons to prove the Tao. After hundreds of years, he really reached a higher position.

The Wangtian Sect suffered terribly because of this. Xuanzheng killed all his fellow sect members, and there were almost no people who could stop him. Half a year after Xuchang's death, he came to the imperial city.

"All of this has to be done by me in the end, I'm not alone!"

Xuan Zheng appeared on the city wall, looking at Zhou An from a distance who was sitting on the ground like a mummy, but did not get closer. Even though Zhou An was already like this, he seemed to still have a trace of fear in his heart.

If the remaining half of the dragon vein is shattered, then things will still progress according to the original trajectory, but the time will be delayed by a thousand years.

Is a thousand years long?

It is long if it is said to be long, and it is not long if it is not long.

But for him, Xuan Zheng, it was just right, as if everything was destined.

Qi Fugui stood at the door of Jinluan Palace without moving. The monks from the Immortal Mansion had gathered together, including a great sword cultivator from Wangtian Mountain.

However, after Xuchang's death, there was no one to check and balance Xuanzheng in front of him. Although there were many of them, they could not stop him.

Soon, thousands of evil cultivators also came to the city, watching with eager eyes. All they needed was an order from Xuan Zheng, and they would rush into the imperial city to end the old era and welcome the arrival of the new era.

They are the masters of the new era.

Xuan Zheng walked towards Zhou An step by step from the city wall. Even though Zhou An was no different from a stone now, he still wanted to destroy him, completely.

Even now, he can still think of the scenes back then, the contemptuous look on Zhou An's face, and he still feels resentful about that look of contempt, but it's a pity that the other person is dead now.

"There are always unsatisfactory things in life. It would be great if you could be alive now." Xuan Zheng sighed, carefully looking at Zhou An in front of him, with a hint of excitement and a little loss on his face.

He understood that he could no longer catch up with the opponent, and how could he possibly compare with a dead person who was more powerful than him in life.

Qi Fugui sighed: "As expected of him, even if he is dead, he can still suppress a great demon like Xuan Zheng. It's a pity that I have more than enough ambition but not enough power to change the current situation of the world."

Xuan Zheng stopped when he reached twenty feet, and felt the familiar sword intention like a lotus blooming. After thousands of years, it seemed that there was still no change, and it was exactly the same as before.

This frightened him.

It was as if Zhou An in front of him would open his eyes at any time and strike him with a sword. Even if he died, he would still bite him.

He was angry and could not accept this fact. He immediately swung his sword, and the black sword light fell from the sky, but it hovered less than half a meter away from Zhou An, unable to move any further.

"this……"

Xuanzheng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back. For a moment, he had the illusion that the person in front of him was still alive!

He immediately slashed with his sword again, but still couldn't get close to Zhou An. It was like there was an infinite distance half a meter around Zhou An, and he could never be approached.

Invisible fear spread in his heart, as if a voice told him that he should escape from here immediately. It was not the time for him to come here yet.

Xuan Zheng did not leave. He had already waited for a thousand years and could not wait any longer. Moreover, even if the Zhou An in front of him was still alive, so what, this was not what he wanted.

In an instant, he swung hundreds of swords at Zhou An. The sword intent spread like black lines everywhere in the surrounding space. The high wall under his feet was completely destroyed, and clearly visible cracks appeared.

Zhou An sat in mid-air and did not fall as the city wall collapsed. His fingers seemed to move at a certain moment.

Xuan Zheng gasped, his eyes widened with anger, showing a look of madness, "How is this possible?"

With his current strength, no one in the world can stop him, let alone a dead Zhou An, even if it is ten, hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands, that's no problem!

The huge imperial city fell into silence suddenly, and countless people watched this scene helplessly. It was ridiculous that a big demon could not kill a dead person.

Qi Fugui also looked surprised, his eyes widened, and he realized that Zhou An might not be dead, but had just sat on the wall for a thousand years.

"He's not dead, he's not dead." He muttered, his old eyes flashing with light, as if he had returned to the high-spiritedness of that time.

Kakaka~

The sound of twisting joints was heard, and Zhou An's mummy-like body began to move. He raised his head and looked at Xuan Zheng in front of him like an evil ghost, showing a stiff and ugly smile, "I seem to have said, even if you hit him a hundred times, , you Xuanzheng can’t beat me even once!”

Xuan Zheng was stunned, and the people in the imperial city were also shocked. Who would have thought that the corpse that had been sitting on the imperial city for a thousand years was actually a living person.

this moment.

It seems like there are thousands of bells, high or low, coming from far away, immersed in the surroundings.

The heavy snow in the sky suddenly disappeared, replaced by a clear sky, with warm sunshine shining on people's faces.

Zhou An slowly stood up from the ground. His body changed bit by bit, like a slideshow. Each frame looked different. The flesh and blood on his body changed from shriveled to plump. The spring breeze's sword intention bloomed like a lotus in the imperial city. Everywhere.

There was a smile on his face, and his appearance remained the same as before, as if it had never changed.

New green buds sprouted from the snow, and delicate and colorful lotus flowers sprouted from the ruins at your feet.

At this moment, he, Zhou An, is the Sword Immortal, based on the true realm.

“This is life and death.”

Zhou An pointed to the sky with one hand and held a sword in the other. He crossed Xuanzheng and looked around the vast land. Life flowed from his body like spring water, "I am invincible here."

Before the sword came out, Xuan Zheng had lost all vitality. He knelt on the ground and hung his head heavily. A look of horror appeared on his face, and he roared unwillingly: "Impossible! Why, I don't accept it, I should be the one The man who proved the Sword Immortal."

Everything is doomed.

The moment Xuan Zheng stepped into the imperial city, he understood the avenue of life and death, and his sword intention changed from decaying to endless.

From birth to death and back to life.

Zhou An looked back at the old Qi Fugui with a smile on his face, and left only one sentence, "I'm going to climb the mountain." Then he stepped towards Wangtian Mountain.

The thunder and calamity is overwhelming, and the dark clouds swallow up the sun.

That day, countless people saw Zhou An ascending Wangtian Mountain and flying away in the face of angry thunder and lightning.

There was more than one person, and there seemed to be a figure following closely...

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