Kunlun Mountain.

The snow is shaky.

The former giants landed, the heavenly soldiers were killed, everything... It seems that they have nothing to do with this 'pure land'.

The wind, passing through the world, made a whistling sound.

Listening to the human ear, there is a kind of eardrum agitation, which hits the heart.

Sky Dome Peak.

In front of Xia Zhirou's grave.

Han Xiu's body, his body was already covered with snow, and his eyes covered in snow slowly opened.

"Rou'er, you say, see you again, do you like me like this, or the way I used to. ”

These eyes have a smile like a spring breeze.

Calm, peaceful.

At the bottom of the main peak, the secret room that seals the boundary gate.

At this moment, the secret room is full of cracks on the stone walls on all sides.

Han Xiu's doppelganger who was guarding here had already left, to be precise, dispersed.

Because in the current situation, that clone no longer has the slightest meaning to continue to exist here, it is just a waste of Han Xiu's spiritual power.

The thick black fog permeated this secret room, and these black fogs were not only filled in the secret room, but began to spread out from the cracks in this secret room.

Dispersed from the mountain, black fog appeared everywhere in the main peak of Kunlun, and then spread out from the main peak, wisps of drifting, lingering around the Kunlun peaks covered with snow.

"Han Xiu! You're dead!"

"The first thing this king does when he goes out of the realm is to sacrifice my lizard clan banner with your blood!"

"Yunshui Kyushu, this king is here!

"Ant-like man, your lord, is coming!"

"For the sake of Fushen!"

"Fu!"

The sound coming out of the boundary gate was no longer confined to the secret room at this time, but echoed throughout Kunlun Mountain!

It's not just the voice of the Lizard King, many of his generals, and even some of the lizard clans whose cultivation is even lower, the voice is also coming from the gate of that realm, and the mixed sound of wild laughter echoes in Kunlun.

Boundary Gate Seal...

Now it seems that it will only last for two more hours at most.

The moon is already empty, and at this time it is already the sub-hour (twenty-three o'clock - one o'clock), and after two hours, it is the hour of the month (five o'clock - seven o'clock).

At the end of the day, it is the moment when the light breaks.

At that moment, it was also the time when the boundary gate was broken,

With the main peak of Kunlun as the center, a radius of 1.5 million zhang, all of them are shrouded by a large array of blue-gold sword qi, and from a distance, there are countless huge illusory swords, and the tip of the sword is submerged into the ground, enclosing the entire Kunlun Mountain impenetrable.

East of the barrier.

The drunken maniac looked at the barrier in front of him and slashed down one sword after another.

Mo said that the serious injuries on his body are not healed at the moment, even if it is in his heyday... It was impossible for him to cut off the Shangqing Great Thousand Sword Formation set up by Han Xiu himself.

This is the strongest sword formation in Kunlun Mountain, not to mention that this is the sword formation that Han Xiu had secretly prepared in his early years, and all the formations of the sword formation were arranged by Han Xiu himself, and the solidity of its enchantment had already reached an unimaginable realm.

Drunken maniac, he himself knows this.

He knew he couldn't break the barrier, but... He was still slashing with his sword, even if it would worsen his injuries.

"Han Xiu!

"Who told you to do this?!

"Why are you!"

"You give... You open the enchantment for Lao Tzu!"

The drunken maniac's face was full of anger, and he slashed out with another sword, and his body tumbled violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

The sword, with the sword in his left hand, knelt down on one knee.

Gasping for air, he stared up at the barrier, gritting his teeth.

"Han Xiu... If you dare to die before me, Lao Tzu will go to the underworld and beat you up!"

muttering to himself, there is an indescribable sadness in the eyes of the drunken maniac.

And at this moment, a sword light appeared brightly in the dark night of the sky, and instantly fell on the drunken maniac's side.

The sword light condensed and turned into Qin Feng.

As soon as Fang appeared, Qin Feng clicked on several acupuncture points on the drunkard's body, stabilizing the disordered qi and blood in the drunkard's body.

"What the hell is going on?"

Finding that Qin Feng was coming, the drunken maniac looked at Qin Feng and asked as soon as he opened his mouth, he knew... Qin Feng must have known what was going on in Kunlun Mountain.

The eye of the four poles, the four sea arrays of clouds and water...

The strange woman in the extreme south, Qin Feng was present every time.

"I promised him, I can't say it. ”

Qin Feng blocked back with a word, and after helping the drunken maniac stabilize the injuries in his body, he stood up and looked at the Shangqing Great Thousand Sword Formation, his eyebrows locked tightly.

The hand was raised, and a Canglan sword was in his hand.

In an instant, he slashed forward, and a sword qi slashed out, Qin Feng's current random sword was enough to make Yuan Ying Zhongpin avoid the edge, but such a sword, slashing down on this sword qi enchantment, except for making this enchantment tremble violently, there was no other effect.

'What a strong barrier. ’

With a light horror in his heart, even Qin Feng couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.

In his impression, Han Xiu was just a Yuanying lower-grade monk, even if he was a sword cultivator, even if he was a peerless talent, at most, he could fight with Yuanying Zhongpin.

How could the enchantment he had condensed not be able to break through himself.

There is only one answer...

Han Xiu is not the inferior product of the Yuan Infant in the world's cognition.

He may be the middle grade of the Yuan Baby, or even the top grade of the Yuan Baby.

After the sword was cut out, Qin Feng didn't continue, anyway, a sword was useless, even if he cut hundreds of swords, it was also useless, and then he took the sword back.

In a short time, about half an hour, there were hundreds of streamers galloping from the sky, and the three people in the forefront were Guangyuan monk, Dongfang Qing, and Zhao Wenhan.

After these people saw Qin Feng, they all fell towards the top of the mountain where Qin Feng was, and stood behind Qin Feng honestly one by one.

Another hour passed.

From the four sides of this Kunlun Mountain, there is a steady stream of streamers, these... They are all Kunlun disciples who went down the mountain to Kyushu.

At this moment, I found that Kunlun had changed drastically, and all of them rushed back in a hurry, but their footsteps stopped at the edge of the enchantment.

Because they were amazed to find out...

It turned out that the familiar mountain gate, the familiar home, is no longer able to enter at the moment.

Kunlun Mountain.

The snow is still fluttering.

Wisps of black mist linger between the peaks.

The chaotic laughter and shouting echoed in this world, and it made people's scalps tingle when they heard it.

Sky Dome Peak.

Han Xiu in front of Xia Zhirou's tomb.

At this moment, the body, which had not moved for a long time, slowly stood up.

The snow on his body fell to the ground as he stood up.

"Rou'er, I just thought about it again, you and I meet again, you should still like the way I used to be. ”

The gentle voice slowly came out, Han Xiu's white hair was gradually turning back to inky black, his long beard slowly dissipated, and his long eyebrows returned to inky black sword eyebrows.

The eyes are like stars, warm as jade.

This is the Han Xiu who traveled to the three mountains and five seas with Xia Zhirou and made an alliance together.