final catastrophe

Chapter 354 37. The Gate of the Underworld
It was early winter.

The snow is like a flower, withering and blooming again.

The bare-chested swordsman was still sitting cross-legged on the small boulder like an old monk.

Although the boulder is big, it is insignificant in this world.

Although the sword is strong, it is also very weak in this life and death.

A small person, sitting on a small stone.

There is a long sigh in the eyes, and there is silence in the heart.

There are no flowers blooming around, but people come and go, and come and go, all passers-by in a hurry, fighting and killing in order to struggle in the painful world.

But none of this has anything to do with that man.

He is a Buddha on a shrine, with a benevolent face, but more ruthless pupils than sentient beings.

Snow, the snow all over the sky, like salt grains, like floating catkins.

This man doesn't care about the world of fighting.

He was still waiting, and so was his knife.

Don't wait for the warm spring and flowers to bloom in the next spring, don't wait for the sky to clear up, snow and clouds to bloom, don't wait for the past life and the next life, don't wait for reincarnation.

He can't wait.

Perhaps, there is wealth and glory in this world, which can be relied on and relied on.

But he only has one knife.

An ordinary, quiet knife that had lost its brilliance was sleeping on his lap.

He only has this knife.

But waiting for the underworld to begin, waiting for the gate of death to open.

In a blink of an eye, winter is at the end.

The heavy snow continued, and a blanket as thick as a hundred thousand layers covered the place and half of his body.

Is he dead?

Did you pay the price for your pride and arrogance?
no one knows.

This is a ghost, and there is no one.

But one day, when the sky was still pale and falling wildly, he slowly stood up, barefoot, and stepped on the ice and snow, the deepest cold.

Although Feng Xue was arrogant, he couldn't suppress his saber.

It was a scorching knife, with scorching blood, and the blood was boiling, dragging solid footprints all the way, he walked to the edge of a cliff.

Beyond the cliff is an abyss, and one step forward will be beyond redemption.

But he, without the slightest hesitation, stepped forward directly.

The long knife sings a song, flicking it with a light finger, it pops up the wind and clouds.

No matter what, at this moment, the man standing here, his name is Xia Ji, is Dongdu's swordsman.

In that continent, he is known as the "No. [-] Sword God".

Here, maybe nothing.

But what?

Leaping out that step, the body began to fall, the wind whizzed by the ears on both sides, the ice and snow were like needles, and the ghostly black mountain wall retreated rapidly.

Falling for a long, long time.

After a long time, normal people have already become ice lumps.

But the man still pursed his lips and closed his eyes, holding his hand on the handle of the knife, brewing, waiting, that moment.

Swordsman, pursue Setsuna.

Moment, is life and death.

No matter what, no matter the world, life or death, strong or weak, he has no choice but to cut open with the knife in his hand.

Will suffice!

The Tao is the knife in the hand, and the heart is the eternal Buddha.

As if feeling that it was coming to an end, he solemnly tied up the clothes around his waist. The clothes were wrinkled and had long since lost their original appearance. The original black and gray had already faded.

But after this time, she must be dyed red all over!

A door, at the bottom of the infinite abyss, slowly revealed a gap, like the most resentful ghost slightly opened its eyes.

wow!
Step on the edge of the gap with bare feet.

As if feeling the involvement of a living person, countless pus-yellow auras "boomed" like a volcanic eruption and instantly ignited, covering the body of the person who came.

For other people, no matter how powerful they are, they will be wiped out directly by this breath, leaving no bones behind.

But this naked swordsman seemed indifferent, every time he stepped down, there would be a strong "boom boom boom".

Accompanying it was a puff of pus-yellow aura that exploded, carrying the power of horror and forbidden entry for the living.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see the streaks of air currents like strange yellow spears, which are constantly impacting and impacting.

The swordsman, however, galloped in a hurry, with an indomitable momentum, he jumped like a cheetah, even though he was in mid-air, his eyes were still closed.

The knife in that hand was still not even an inch out of its sheath.

The moment he flew into the air, countless extremely strong and invisible forces coerced from all directions, and even began to explode in his internal organs.

This is the entrance to the underworld, a power forbidden to the living.

The swordsman snorted, and in the next moment, his whole body turned into a resolute ray of light, with his body slightly sideways, his waist twisted, and his feet together. This is the most common posture for striking a knife.

close!

The slightly opened ghost eye, the ghost gate that the living are forbidden to enter, is approaching! !

The saber spun slightly, before it was unsheathed, it exploded with infinite flames.

Going in!

Going in!

The gate is right in front of you, so you need to work hard!
The swordsman seemed to realize that the most critical moment had come, and his eyes slowly opened, just like the door.

It was at this moment that a rage far beyond what man could describe suddenly erupted from his body! !

brush!
At the same moment, he drew his sword.

One inch, two inches, a dazzling arc appeared, and the knife was quickly pulled out to the end, as if drawing out the brightest demon moon in the sky!

Draw the knife and then draw the knife.

The knife greets a vast and mighty force, which is a completely taboo force, a force that cannot be resisted no matter how reluctantly, no matter how hard it is.

That power blasted towards the swordsman who dared to enter rashly.

One shot!
Countless invisible forces bombarded again, like a colorless python in a lightless space.

The swordsman just swung his sword at will and broke open at will!

Cut it open!

From time to time, it was a black cage, holding him like a palm and tightening it quickly, as if it wanted to burst this daring man.

However, it is still broken.

He ran all the way and drew his knife all the way.

From the initial strength like a rabbit to the moment when he first started showing the power like a great dragon, the contrast is too great
It was so big that even the defense of the gate of the underworld didn't react.

When he reacted, he was really inside.

At this moment, under the soil in front of him, countless rotten tongues began to protrude. It was late but quickly, like bamboo shoots after rain, growing crazily, but these spring bamboo shoots seemed to be rotten and moldy all over the place that had been placed for decades. bamboo shoots.

The resistance is getting bigger and stronger.

The swordsman kicked back on the ground of this unknown space with his left foot. The force was so powerful that it overturned everything at once, but it didn't make him move half a step.

But it finally made him unable to move forward.

Countless repulsive forces, without interruption, turned into arrows falling from the sky. Hundreds of millions of arrows were fired together, like the superposition of ten thousand heavy rainstorms, but they were not water jets.

The swordsman swung his sword at will.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
The crisp sound that pierces the eardrums can never be remembered again.

Don't say it is an ordinary knife, it is a magic weapon, and it has already been broken at this time.

But a strange aura protected this ordinary knife, so that instead of showing cracks, it faded and gradually recovered, making the knife more and more bright and fierce.

Just like the swordsman who broke in.

(End of this chapter)