The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 55 The Awakened Demon

The juicy red lips parted slightly, letting out a mouthful of elegant breath into the ears.

The slender waist is arched, the proud peak leans forward, and the exquisite and well-proportioned body seems to be only half a finger away from the man.

Long Aotian, who is a veteran of flowers, is no longer romantic and has no heart to appreciate this intimate contact with this stunning beauty that he has only seen in this life.

The dangerous smell conceals all the femininity of women.

A feeling of coldness that penetrated to the bone marrow flashed and circulated in the depths of those emerald eyes, as sharp as a king snake staring at its prey.

And he was that poor little frog who was locked up tightly and had nowhere to escape...

thump.

The heart beat suddenly.

Life is issuing a warning, and instinct is urging to stay away.

With horror in his eyes, Long Aotian staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground because of the unfamiliar sense of balance.

The place where the left hand is pressing feels like water, a little cold and a little sticky.

It seems to be blood...

Looking down blankly, it is indeed a shallow pool of blood, and its source is...

At a glance, a chill lingers in my heart.

The screams finally resounded through Purgatory.

"How is it possible! How is it possible! My hand! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I once thought that I would have a huge advantage, I thought it would be a slap in the face as always, but I saw the empty right arm with my own eyes, even if I felt the burning pain.

At this moment, the downcast Long Aotian is still full of disbelief, and still full of inexplicable incomprehension.

Obviously, he is definitely stronger than Shang Qinghan in terms of cultivation base, and obviously the innovative move of combining the immortal and demon emperor's three ways should raise the banner representing a counterattack.

But the final result was an unreasonable defeat with a broken arm.

In the end, why is this so...

"Shut up."

With one foot on Long Aotian's chest, a few strands of wind sword penetrated into his body, nailing the rolling man to the ground.

Hong Chen sighed at Shang Qinghan who didn't know when to re-seal the sword bag, hooked his fingertips into a shadow fan to cover half of his face, lowered his head, and looked at the person who couldn't see it indifferently.

"Now, I didn't kill you, but it doesn't mean that I won't kill you in the future."

"One thing, one question, the difference between life and death."

Bai Yuwuxia's finger fell on Long Aotian's eyes, it was more like a letter from the god of death, he had to swallow this bad breath, and nodded aggrieved.

The icy tone hides countless oppressive flames. Although she didn't make a move, the murderous aura has already pervaded the air.

Honestly recognize the reality, enduring the momentary trough in life is also a compulsory course for riding people who look down on you in the future!

"Hmph, hopelessly filthy man."

Shang Qinghan's innate spiritual sense is so keen, even if Long Aotian just concealed a trace of sternness in her heart, she still clearly felt the malice.

However, if you say something, there will be no return, come back later, and kill later.

Now let's get down to business.

"First of all, there is a question..."

After closing the Liuying fan quickly, he raised it with his backhand, and a few wisps of faint night wind returned to the air and swirled sharply, dragging the Shufeng sword that had fallen to the side to float in mid-air.

The fan bone of white jade lightly tapped on the pure purple sword.

While erasing the imprint of Long Aotian's spirit for a moment, Shang Qinghan turned his head and asked slowly: "...Why is this sword in your hand, and what happened to the original sword holder?"

The sound of the sword is still so sad, the sound of the sword is still so desperate, but the soul of the sword is astonishingly lost.

Can't go wrong.

This must be Qingshuangluo's saber.

But why did it fall into the hands of this man?After all, it's not something that a young disciple like him can covet, right?

No matter how I think about it, I can't figure it out.

So, the question she had left over from the first time she saw Long Aotian unleashing the sword, finally asked it again at this time.

"This sword was actually bestowed by the grand master."

"The original owner, Qingshuangluo, was deprived of the qualification to use the Shufeng Sword because he failed to complete the task left by the grand master. He was imprisoned in the back mountain for ten years, and was only taken by the grand master to participate in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Meeting a few days ago."

Anyway, apart from losing the Shufeng Sword, it's not a big deal.

Long Aotian didn't hide anything about his life and safety, and told all he knew about this part.

Ten years ago.

Qingshuang Luo firstly failed to capture the secret treasure of the Nan family, the Asking Immortal Key, and was opened by Nan Sixian, and secondly, at the time Fengming Sword sent two people to fight on Yinhua Mountain, and she did it impulsively and failed, so she let Dengxian Lindao throw it away. save face.

Therefore, the grand master who ascended to the Immortal Lindao, that old fellow Qing Shuangluo was forced to marry, threw all his anger on her as soon as he came out of the mountain.

It's really unlucky...

----Um?Will the God Forged Peak Sword Club?

With a wave of his sleeves, Shang Qinghan put the Shufeng Sword away, and the folding fan in Shang Qinghan's hand knocked on his palm very regularly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he looked at Long Aotian who didn't dare to breathe again, and spoke his last request again.

"Barely count you pass."

The foot that stepped on the man's chest suddenly lifted up, turned into a fierce kick, the green-haired swordsman turned around forcefully, pointed at Long Aotian who rolled down near the evil-eyed red stone with two pointed fingers, and said coldly .

"Next, one thing, remove the mysterious strange stone disturbing the heart, let Nan Sixian return to normal immediately, I promise you... my life is safe."

The real top priority, the real biggest purpose.

Shang Qinghan, who was helpless against Nan Sixian's abnormal state, said this sentence, his tone and momentum deepened several times out of thin air, and he was unprecedentedly serious.

Pushed by the wind sword flying around in his body to stand up, Long Aotian felt the extremely heavy pressure, and suddenly shuddered involuntarily.

The sword that was brilliant and brilliant before hit my heart like a lingering shadow...

This horrible crazy woman!

If you don't do what she said, you will definitely be killed!

Long Aotian looked at her tremblingly with the almost collapsed eyes, only felt that he had been wrapped around the neck by the most poisonous king snake, and he could hardly breathe.

I can't open my mouth, can't speak.

The only thing that can be done is to cut off the spiritual energy, intending to liberate everyone who was pulled into the dream.

However, Long Aotian, who thought he had controlled Luomengshi, didn't notice it, nor did Shang Qinghan, who devoted his whole heart to Nan Sixian.

Just at the moment when the two of them were fighting swords, the blood of the monks that had been continuously absorbed by the altar had accumulated to the limit of offering sacrifices to the devil.

The so-called "Three Realms Competition" in Shenghua's mouth is the same three stages as usual, but it is actually false.

The only truth in it is the meaning of the first hurdle is selection.

So, what is he going to choose?

There are two completely different clearance conditions. One represents the talent and skills beyond ordinary people, and the other represents a large number of fallen souls.

Finally come to this altar, sacrifice everything through cannibalism, and awaken the existence necessary for a certain plan.

And now, the time has come to swallow the blood of Long Aotian!

The cruel sacrifice has been completed.

Between the sky and the earth, a round of dull black sun suddenly appeared and turned upside down, surrounded by countless dark electric glows woven into an ancient pattern.

The terrifying evil power spewing out, the destructive storm whizzing down into the world, even the mountains, rivers and heavens and the earth changed their color, and the whole space collapsed like a ruin, full of signs of the end.

"not good……"

With a heart like a mirror, Shang Qinghan suddenly felt an early warning from the natural spiritual sense, his eyes sank and his Liuying fan opened wide, his wrist flipped over the dance room, setting off thousands of gusts of wind.

But before the sky full of emerald colors opened, it was immediately crushed by an even more shocking sea of ​​blood. In the haste, they only had time to pick up Long Aotian and Nan Sixian to escape into the sky.

Faster than the flow of the wind, faster than human movements, a gloomy and dark color enveloped the world.

After sending the two of them away, no matter whether it was the people who had just escaped from the dream, or the old swordsman who used one move, it was already a dream come true to want to escape from the sea of ​​blood that rolled back.

In an instant.

The evil atmosphere demon can turn the world upside down, reverse the yin and yang, and turn the monstrous red into boundless darkness. With the huge female statue as the center, it wraps everyone tightly.

Contraction, very rapid contraction.

The world of lacquered night, which stretches for hundreds of miles, shrinks into a narrower and narrower black ball within a few breaths.

"————————"

The cruel sound of the demons chewing and digesting can't stop ringing in my ears.

On the wasteland where the darkness receded, bones belonging to monks were scattered all over. After the shocking change, only two figures remained standing on the altar!

"Oh... isn't it just to let someone eat you, is it so cruel? At worst, I will eat it back for you."

There is a single horn on the head, and gorgeous long blood-red hair.

The alluring woman, who only covered the key points with a few pieces of rags, licked the corners of her lips evilly and seductively, crushed the Qiandao Feng Sword with one hand, puffed out her chest deliberately, and said in a coquettish tone.

"Really eat it? Think about it, Feng, but will you be serious?"

With a palm shake, he stepped back a few steps and stood proudly on the zenith, looking down with disdain.

With long emerald hair that had lost the restriction of the hairpin, it danced wildly in the wind but became even more obsessive. Shang Qinghan's whole body was stained with blood of unknown origin, and as his five fingers howled in the wind, the cold light in his eyes became more and more terrifying.

Her incomplete body was devoured by this thing again, which undoubtedly made her current situation worse.

However, the other party had just condensed body, so it shouldn't be beneficial to hit her head-on with a sword.

No need to hold back!

war!

"I'm just kidding. People nowadays really don't know how to pity and cherish jade. When they recover, can't they have fun with you?"

Pointing the small pursed mouth with the index finger, the monster smiled coquettishly and waved its hands, narrowing its eyes ambiguously and dangerously.

It is gratifying for the followers of the ghost emperor boss to wake her up again.

It's just that she just woke up from a big sleep, and she is about to gnaw on this rare hard bone before she is full.

The selection of this tribute is too much, and it must be punished properly in the future!

"Speak human words, avoid nonsense."

Impatient with the entanglement of words and tongues, Shang Qinghan's fingertips were emerald green, pointing to the sky and drawing parallel to his eyes, catching the endless traces of wind behind him, and expressing his position coldly.

"To put it simply, to unravel that person's coma, I will give you the power body, and the life and death of the rest of the people has nothing to do with me."

Worried about the situation of important people, the swordsman rarely retreated a few points.

Unexpectedly, the monster followed her line of sight, and after seeing Nan Sixian's appearance, it bent down and laughed coquettishly.

"Ha, hahahahaha, it's actually her, a ray of soul that lives from a sword, and wants to protect that demon that was born from a burning soul, hahaha!"

This kind of mocking and pitiful smile echoed under the empty red-black sky for a long time, making Shang Qinghan both inexplicable and full of unhappiness.

Inexplicably, she was unhappy with Nan Sixian's attitude, and she laughed at the relationship between the two.

In this way, there is no need for more words, and there is no room for more patience.

The sword of entering the Tao pushes you to the extreme.

The sword dance, which uses fingers as substitutes, is born from Wuji, and it clears the scars and tears the void, does not enter the suffering of samsara, melts the cold wind, and breaks the demon soul!

The moment it is called out!

But what he saw was that the misty green wind was covered with red blood.

The astonishing scene was——

A sword that was burning like fire was tightly held in the hands of a flowery and charming red-clothed girl, passing through her chest mercilessly, eating away at the swordsman's body, and dissipating the pleasure in the wind...

The author has something to say: Despite heat stroke, he endured the most terrifying laziness in the world, and the famous late contestant updated on time (hey)

I didn't expect so many people to support 3P~ But the plot still has to be done honestly, although I am naked so I can change it at any time!

Let’s get back to the point of the spoiler, this time Qing Han is very happy even if he got stabbed, but it’s not because of M or other reasons, Si Xian is very unhappy when he stabbed someone, everyone understands the reason~

Supplementary setting, Shenghua's Three Realms Competition is simply a sacrifice, and of course it's not just about resurrecting a demon, after that, a guy who has been prepared for a long time should also come out for a walk!