THE HEAVENLY SWORDSMAN OF FIRE AND ICE

THE FATE OF LI SUN

That morning, Wu Ming Ni Jen was busy forming a formation line.

Creating a portal of light, to send his disciple Siao Hung and his grandson Siao Lung, back to the world above.

Wu Ming Ni Jen while creating the dimensional portal, he also did not stop explaining one by one the work patterns and how to make them.

This he did so that, Siao Hung and his son would later be able to visit himself and Fu Lao, if they wanted to return.

Siao Hung and his son heard and memorized everything seriously.

After the light portal was ready, Siao Hung and his son joined hands to enter the light portal.

A moment later they both disappeared along with the light portal created by Wu Ming Ni Jen.

Now in that place only Wu Ming Ni Jen and Fu Lao remained.

A moment later Wu Ming Ni Jen sighed deeply.

He stepped back onto the blue jade bed, which had been where he had been meditating all along.

Wu Ming Ni Jen resumed her meditation.

As for Fu Lao he chose to leave that place.

Back again to Goa and and the pond at the bottom of the bowels of the earth, which became the meeting place of himself with Siao Hung first.

While Siao Hung and his son were traveling back towards the crowded world.

Somewhere deserted away from the crowds, on an empty island where there are no inhabitants.

In the middle of the island is filled by a wild wilderness that has never been in the touch of humans.

Underneath a huge bodhi tree that looks very old.

A young man whose entire body was emitting a pitch-black air.

The young man looked unmoved, silent there, with a pair of furrowed brows.

The 10 Buddhist weapons that flew around the place where he was sitting, were also seen emitting an aura of darkness.

The 10 Buddhist weapons were seen moving slowly around the young man's body.

The young man looked long-haired in let unravel unkempt.

His face was also filled with beard and mustache and rough and long beards.

Just like the hair on his head, the hair on his face was similarly unkempt at all.

Left for granted, covering his face that was originally young and very handsome.

The strange young man, seen only having his left hand, his right hand was limited to the base of his shoulder, looked empty.

A moment later there was a shock, released from the young man's body with one arm.

The shock energy, forming a circle of black rings, which moved spread out in all directions.

Whatever was passed by the dark circle light would be blown apart and in an explosion without any residue.

The island which was filled by various bird habitats, now looks lengthened and quiet.

All birds choose to immigrate, seek new habitats, leave places that turn into gripping.

Ever since the single-arm youth arrived and took a sitting position quietly meditating in that place.

Now in that place, only a few groups of small monkeys remain, who choose to hide behind the ruins of stupas and Buddha statues that fill the place.

It happened, not because the monkeys were braver than the birds.

But they chose to stay there, because they had no other choice.

They could not fly like that group of birds, to find another dwelling place.

Hence they could only choose to survive by taking shelter behind the ruins of the stupa.

The trees that became their habitat are now very unsafe, because they are often knocked down by the force of the youth's ring of dark energy.

Moments after the impact of the energy ring destroyed most of the large trees that grew around there.

Except for the old bodhi tree, and a line of fruit trees flourishing nearby.

The violent shock of darkness energy immediately brought about an earthquake and a huge wave of ocean came crashing down on the island.

The entire island was swept away by the tsunami waves, only the young man, the old bodhi tree, the fruit tree tree and the ruins of the statue and stupa survived were still in place.

Others were swept away without waste, by the tsunami waves of seawater that came sweeping the island.

including the herd of poor monkeys, they were also swept away without rest, by the tsunami waves that came sweeping the island.

Shortly after the tsunami wave had receded, the young man was seen coughing.

His face looked deathly pale, his mouth spitting out a fair amount of fresh blood.

The young man turned out before the powerful energy jolt, which was released from his body and caused severe damage and tsunami waves of sea water.

In his meditation, it turned out that he was simulating a rematch with another young man, who was carrying a sword of five colors in hand.

In the simulation of the fight that took place fierce and thrilling.

Finally each of them unleashed their peak strength.

The peak strength of the young man on this island, which caused a disaster for his surroundings.

Even though the power is so powerful and powerful, it causes the effects of natural disasters.

But within his meditative realm, in that simulated fight, the single-arm youth, again suffered a defeat that left him severely injured, by his own power flipping over.

This kind of incident did not just happen once, for almost 7 years he trained on this remote island.

This incident has already happened 7 times, this time it is the most fatal and the most severe.

The island was damaged, itself was severely injured, until all the nerves and meridian blood vessels in his body broke apart.

After spewing out fresh blood repeatedly, the young man who was like a madman, finally rolled over on the ground.

The young man collapsed unconscious.

The day changed night changed by morning, the young man remained lying unconscious in that place.

Ten Buddhist weapons were seen lying around him, losing his light again.

The young man lay three days and three nights in that place, without eating or drinking.

Finally on the fourth day of the morning, he just started to look able to move.

He started with the fingertips of his hand little by little, moving weakly.

A little while later, it only caught up with a pair of eyelids starting to move slowly.

A moment later there was only a soft sound from his dry and broken lips.

"Water..water..."

"I'm thirsty,.air.."

The sky that was once bright, slowly began to turn dark.

A moment later the spatter began to fall, soaking the earth.

The longer the more dense the earth, as well as wet the face and the whole body of the poor young man, who was thirsty.