Bang.

As Ningchuan continued to move forward, he was also on a vast land, a sturdy figure swayed and finally fell to the ground with powerlessness. He was dry and cracked, but no blood flowed out. Light spots emanated from his body, and his body seemed to be about to dissipate.

The light spots rose from before my eyes, and a sense of unwillingness and deep fatigue surged on the terrifying face with cracks afterglow.

There were some cracks on the ground around him, which were obviously blasted out by him, but such strange places could not solve the problem by just being crazy.

“Failed…”

Afterglow murmured to himself, the vision in front of him began to blur, and his body eventually turned into a dot of light and disappeared on this vast and empty earth.

And as he disappeared, the place became dead again, and the world was dark, as if it had been dead.

...

January in the Sword Monument is also January outside.

However, although a month has passed, the sky, mountains and forests around the sword monument are still standing full of people. That appearance does not seem to have shown signs of a decrease in personnel due to the passage of time. Instead, as time goes by, even some registered disciples come to hear the news. Suddenly, the scene was really magnificent.

And the eyes all over the mountains were now locked in the five light pillars before the sword monument, where the five figures were sitting cross-legged, just like an old monk entering into meditation.

In the sky, Jian Chen, Wudao and others were all solemn. They had never left this month and were always paying close attention to any changes here.

Buzz!

In the quiet mountains, a slight buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and the eyes of the sky suddenly changed instantly, and finally they almost stopped at a beam of light in front of the sword monument.

The light column there began to gradually become weaker...

"The afterglow failed..." Hua Yuqing looked at this scene, her slender jade hands quietly clasped and whispered.

After hearing what she said, Wang Caier, Qingye and others on the side all changed a little, and then they began to feel the terribleness of the sword monument.

The light column quickly weakened under the gaze of countless gazes. Finally, with a click, it completely dissipated, and lost the cover of the light column. The afterglow's figure also fell to the sky, with a pale complexion as pale as paper.

"well."

Jian Chen sighed lightly, waved his sleeves, and a soft force caught the afterglow of the falling cliff, and then the disciple of the Reunion Hall quickly went up and hugged him.

"They are already good enough to be able to hold on for one month..." Dai Fugu was silent for a moment and spoke.

Jian Chen nodded with a bitter smile and said softly: "Look at it again..."

While talking, his eyes couldn't help but look at Ning Chuan's figure with a hint of undetectable worry. With his mature eyes, he could feel that Ning Chuan's condition seemed to be not very good, but at this time, they could not provide any help. In the sword monument, everything had to rely on themselves...

…

Time passed quietly in the waiting of countless people again. Before we knew it, another half month passed.

However, during this half moon, Jian Chen, Wudao and others' expressions became tense and tense. From time to time, they were all a little dry and obviously felt quite uneasy, because, after the afterglow, Fang Yun and Song Zhou also failed one after another...

Moreover, the most important thing is that just before, the light pillar, which was the oldest senior disciple of Guizitang, began to dim, and obviously, he was about to fail...

In just one and a half months, the five personal disciples of Guizitang have been defeated by four people!

Click.

The light column finally completely dissipated. When Du Fu's body fell from the blue rock, a disciple had already prepared to snatch it carefully. Then he looked at the pale face of the former, and couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart. Is the sword monument really so terrible... Even the most outstanding disciples of Guizitang, who were defeated one after another...

After Du Fu was taken away, the already quiet atmosphere of this world became much more dull, and it seemed to be solidified.

"Only Ningchuan is left..." Hua Yuqing sighed and said.

Wang Caier, who was beside him, nodded slightly, bit her red lips with her teeth, and twisted her slender hands together, making the color of mutton fat jade, with a little dark blue.

On a mountain that is a little distance from the Sword Monument, two figures are standing on it, their eyes shining through the space and looking at the crowded area.

"Ningchuan's condition is not good..." The old man in a blue robe stood beside Ying Xuanzi and said slowly.

"Maybe I can hold on for five more days."

Ying Xuanzi said softly, and then he sighed helplessly. Is this time the entire army destroyed again?

Five days, the period ended...

And it was also when the scorching sun rose to the center of the sky on the fifth day, Jian Chen, Wudao and others' expressions suddenly surged with paleness, a little panic commotion, and it quickly spread like a tide in this crowd of people.

Because the light column covering Ningchuan also began to weaken at this moment. The previous experience told everyone that it was a sign of failure.

Wang Caier's jade hand was tightly clenched, and she immediately pulled Hua Yuqing's white wrist, and her big eyes were a little red. Although she was very confident in that guy's resilience and self-control, she also understood that even the latter could not easily ignore this kind of thing. She could imagine the forced smile of that guy in the future...

"Senior Sister."

Hua Yuqing looked at the girl who couldn't bear it because of Ning Chuan's impending failure, and sighed and shook her head. This matter... Maybe it's just like that...

The light column finally slowly weakened under the countless regretful gazes...

Bang!

When the outside world was boiling due to the weakening of the light column, Ning Chuan's figure finally fell down weakly and hit the ground heavily, and the pain spread.

Ning Chuan's skin had cracked and cracked, which looked extremely terrifying. Moreover, the power in his body was scattered during this period, and even a vague light spot was floating out of his body.

Ning Chuan grinned and looked at the dead grass on the ground in front of him with a slightly blurred eyes. He knew that he was at the end of his strength and had no strength to continue.

He stared at the dead grass, and after a moment, he stretched out his palm and inserted it into the withered ground, and then grabbed the dead grass even its roots.

The dead grass left the ground, Ning Chuan looked at the rhizomes hidden under the ground, and with a finger, the entire dead grass even its rhizomes turned into powder and drifted away.

The powder floated away from Ning Chuan's face, and his expression seemed a little dull. After nearly half an hour, a hoarse murmur sounded in this quiet place.

"No... it shouldn't be like this..."

Ning Chuan slowly looked up and looked at the gray sky. The color seemed to be dead. Then look at the earth. Although there were dead grass on it, they were all dead...

But this is not the case with the kendo.
Chapter completed!