“Kunlun, Gengchen, the Number One Martial…”

“And…”

Kaiming looked at Yinglong, who was injured, and at the girl wearing the He Lu mask. His voice paused slightly, seemingly surprised by the girl's different cultivation method. His eyes widened slowly, and he muttered to himself, "This is… the unity of purity and turbidity, the pure Qi long wind of Kunlun. But now, the turbid Qi already has the upper hand in the battle."

“Heh, ha, hahahaha!”

“Good, good!”

“Interesting, so interesting!”

Kaiming laughed loudly. Yinglong Gengchen was shocked and subconsciously glanced at the girl. The next moment, Kaiming stepped forward, his aura soaring, shaking the heavens and the earth. The turbid world Qi of the entire Kunlun Ruins revolved around this place, shaking, and even the Great Dao emerged, countless brilliant lights taking turns endlessly!

One after another, celestial gates appeared in the void, cutting off all the Great Daos!

The entire Kunlun Ruins became like a forbidden arena where the Great Dao was severed.

And the next moment, Kaiming stepped forward with an unparalleled domineering and powerful posture.

Behind him, the illusory body of the nine-headed tiger-faced god raised its head and roared.

Jue exhaled, the original light brown in her eyes turning into a deeper ink color, resembling the turbid world's Qi. The purest turbid world Qi in the Kunlun Ruins and the pure Qi in the girl's body circulated, and swords and sabers rang out. Her left hand was a saber, transformed from the turbid world, heavy and domineering, and her right hand was a sword, condensed from pure Qi, light and sharp.

Yinglong chanted, and boundless golden streamers transformed into armor.

With a clench of his fingers, a long spear emerged inch by inch, and then he thrust it forward.

A huge explosion.

The boundless air wave swept across the universe, directly shaking the flow of tens of thousands of miles of the turbid world, but it was suppressed by the Nine Heavens Gates, preventing it from causing more chaos. However, Kaiming's footsteps were forcibly blocked by Gengchen, who held the spear with both hands, glaring angrily, his muscles bulging, and blood flowing uncontrollably.

Gengchen was injured after all.

The next moment, a figure rose into the air, with the lightness of flowing wind and the heaviness of the turbid Qi on the dark side of Buzhou Mountain.

The saber was tempered in the Kunlun Mirror, where the red-clothed constable's lifelong love and obsession dissipated.

The sword technique came from Wei Yuan's swordsmanship and great accomplishment in his later life.

Saber and sword, a dual perfection.

They were slashed down domineeringly and sharply.

Kaiming raised his eyes, and the purple streamer in his eyes shone brightly.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho…"

Outside the battlefield, the white-haired girl tried hard to carry the sword-wielding hero further away.

The aftermath was resisted by the girl's own strength. She did not have the Dao fruit of the Ten Great Peaks. When she fought with Jue before, she relied on the pure and boundless turbid world aura in the Kunlun Ruins, but that was also broken.

But even so, it was created based on Nuwa's flesh and blood.

Even if the foundation was exhausted and there was no Dao fruit.

She was still born no worse than a god like the Twelve Yuanchen.

Resisting the aftermath of this level of battle was not too stressful, but strangely, she didn't know why, but dragging the downcast swordsman became more and more difficult. It was so strange, how could it be that such an old man was so heavy, so heavy that even a god could hardly drag him?

What was light was the body.

What was heavy was karma…

Such words flashed through the white-haired girl's heart.

Despite this, she still carried the swordsman to a safe place while panting.

She used her hands hard, her cheeks slightly bulging from holding her breath, her heels stepping on the ground, her body like a bow. But this time, even her foundation could not move him, not even a bit. It felt as if bringing all the mountain gods in the world would not be enough to drag him away.

Finally, the white-haired girl gave up.

Looking at the swordsman over there, the latter seemed to be injured, but despite his serious injuries, he still retained his last bit of energy. The girl sat next to him, reaching out and pressing the old man's brow. After thinking about it, she bit her finger and put it to the swordsman's mouth.

Drops of blood flowed out.

It was as pure as the most reassuring thing in the world.

Her blood came from Nuwa's blood, and her soul was also Nuwa's soul.

Thus, for the human race, the purest treasure fell to the wandering knight's mouth. It was no longer just a blessing for this life. Even if he reincarnated again, the aura that had once been stained with Nuwa's purest blood would still remain. Although it no longer possessed mysterious power, it would be enough to attract the attention of certain special existences.

Such as Fuxi.

The swordsman's aura stabilized almost instantly.

The fatal injury was healed in an instant, but his aura was still calm and mysterious. Nuwa's blood flowed around his body, and immersed in his true spirit. Kaiming's pupils contracted, and he restrained his instinctive ease and switched to full force, making a sudden move. The entire Kunlun Ruins instantly entered the realm of seeing all directions.

Boom!

Gengchen was already injured by the sneak attack, and after such a long time, he had been balancing Kaiming's main body, spitting out blood and flying backwards.

And the sword in Jue's hand shattered.

But the saber gathered from the turbid world's aura became heavier and more domineering!

"Fall back!"

One saber, tearing apart the heavens and the earth.

Like a hurricane, sweeping across the myriad things.

Kaiming clenched his fist, took a half step forward, and punched out. Layers of power gathered into one, dismembering Jue's saber that had absorbed the turbid Qi of the Kunlun Ruins in the most perfect way. Then, he retreated in an instant, pointing his fingers like a spear, directly at the girl with slightly closed eyes and a gradually pale face, a murderous intent escaping from his eyes.

He instinctively rejected the swordsman's recovery.

He didn't know why…

The observation of [Seeing All Directions] was interfered with, but his instinct was still there.

Even if it was interfered with, Seeing All Directions was still reminding him.

Stop this person!

Stop him!

That feeling was close to fear, close to panic.

Seeing All Directions eliminated all impossibilities and locked everything on the white-haired girl with closed eyes. The next moment, fate was about to be fixed. Kaiming's aura was about to pierce the white-haired girl's true spirit. He already felt the perception of the strands of white hair rising and falling on his fingers.

At this moment, a plain hand stretched out from in front of the white-haired girl, just in time to grab Kaiming's palm.

[Seeing All Directions] was restrained!

Kaiming's composed expression froze.

He subconsciously looked at the palm, and following the palm, he saw the familiar robe and short jacket, and the white hair.

The fallen sword immortal had recovered, but his eyes were closed. Kaiming's move, one of the Ten Great Peaks, was broken in an instant. He couldn't even force himself back. His pupils contracted violently. The next moment, a long wind suddenly rose in this Kunlun Ruins. Kaiming's black hair on his temples fluttered slightly, the long wind blowing for thousands of miles, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his brow.

This is…

Sword Qi!

Jue raised her eyes in disbelief.

"Impossible!" Kaiming blurted out.

"How can there be such sword Qi in the world…"

Gengchen's eyes widened.

The cold sword Qi instantly filled the air.

The next moment, the sword Qi soared into the sky, and the sword light poured down like rain. The entire Kunlun Ruins seemed to have transformed into an unparalleled divine weapon. The sword Qi was crisscrossing, magnificent and gorgeous. Kaiming's robe was torn in an instant, his face changed suddenly, and he retreated violently, abandoning his goal of attacking the white-haired girl. Between heaven and earth, there was only the sword.

Stern and domineering!

Unstoppable!

Kaiming's palm was torn, blood splattering everywhere, and the sword Qi spread wildly.

It almost directly pierced Kaiming's brow.

The sword Qi was rampant, and Kaiming, one of the Ten Great Peaks, retreated step by step, retreating a hundred steps in one breath.

His eyes were fixed on the front, his sleeves fell slightly, his right hand was dripping with blood, and the spear light contained in his previous attack on the white-haired Nuwa was hidden in the void, waiting to be used later to kill the white-haired girl secretly, but now it was caught by one person's bare hand.

Seeing All Directions.

It meant searching for the ultimate path to kill the enemy from all directions.

But now it was blocked.

The sword Qi was sharp and constantly circulating. The white-haired swordsman's wooden hairpin shattered, and his white hair scattered, moving with the sword Qi. His right hand's sword fingers crushed the cold light, his left hand behind his back, his head lowered. What shocked Kaiming was that his Seeing All Directions could not see this man's fate.

"So that's how it is…"

The swordsman suddenly whispered, as if waking up from a great dream, as if he finally understood a confusion from beginning to end.

"It's rare to be born as a human, and now I have."

"It's difficult to understand the Great Dao, and now I understand."

"If I don't transcend this life…"

The swordsman's right hand's sword fingers exerted a little force, and the domineering spear light shattered inch by inch!

"When will I transcend this body!"

"You!"

Kaiming's pupils contracted, and he retreated instantly, looking at the white-haired swordsman in shock and uncertainty, looking at the familiar face with a trace of unfamiliarity. He subconsciously smiled in a probing manner, "Chen Yuan, you are actually,

still alive. You truly deserve it, you survived even after traveling ten thousand miles west with Tang Xuanzang. You can actually withstand my attack?"

"…Kaiming."

The white-haired Tang wandering knight rose to his feet. The Ten Great Peaks existed outside of time. He had recalled the memories of the future, or rather, the future Wei Yuan had arrived in Chen Yuan's body. Nuwa's blood was immersed in his soul. The white-haired knight looked at the girl with closed eyes and saw that her face was pale, truly without a trace of blood.

"…So that's how it is. No wonder she looked like

she really didn't have any blood at that time."

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and suddenly chuckled. His lips, however, had a trace of bright red.

No wonder Fuxi and Nuwa joined forces could restrain Dijun!

Nuwa's blood!

He picked up the girl and placed her under the stone wall on the side.

The white-haired girl had exhausted too much energy and stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve: "…Are you, okay?"

She raised her fair sleeve:

"I still have some blood."

The wandering knight whispered and smiled: "Yes, it's enough. You rest for a while."

Kaiming looked at the front. He should have attacked at this time, but, but he wouldn't, couldn't.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Friend, Chen Yuan…"

And Wei Yuan looked at the enemy in front of him.

Nuwa's blood, creating life and connecting with the spirit, two souls as one. At this moment, Wei Yuan's state of mind was peaceful and clear.

It seemed that he could instantly comprehend the method of karma.

This was Nuwa's power of creation, the perception of Nuwa's essence blood. Even if there was only this one chance, it was a rare and unique help. But this power was effective for Fuxi, and it was equally huge for Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan should have comprehended karma, but this thought never appeared in his heart. At least, when his heart was so clear, karma never appeared.

He was him, after all, especially the him from the Tang Dynasty.

And the Dao of Karma was aided by Huntian. At this moment, the Daoist lowered his eyes and suddenly said, "Wrong."

He raised his right hand to protect the girl.

"It is the Shenzhou Daoist sect, the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord."

Stepping half a step forward,

his right hand clenched in the void.

The next sentence was—

"Kunlun!"

Thus, the sword Qi rang out, soaring into the sky!