The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Hongchen sighed softly, his face turned cold after the frost.

Shang Qinghan's emerald green sword was over the top, and he was dressed in Fengyin, asking an inexplicable question, the streamer of light flashed in his eyes, he was in a carefree and natural posture, and he was also in a state of being indistinguishable from the dust.

To protect the loved ones, is also to open up misty vitality.

The sound of the sword in the wind, the wind marks on the sword.

Like a mournful and gorgeous chant, following the chilling emerald eyes, it shocked the female devil's heart, silently turning into soul-piercing fear.

spread, spread...

After taking that sword, she was completely different from before.

This level, this state, is still the state after losing most of the body!

Not good!

The counterattack from the desperate situation is the strongest moment!

Perhaps choosing to stop her at this time will become the only decision that the Nightmare Demon has to admit to being wrong since he has been teasing the world for hundreds of lives.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she stepped back three steps. The female devil was secretly calculating about gains and losses, but she highlighted the regret in her chest that could not go away no matter how hard she tried.

However, in reality, there is no regret for not saving the past and starting over again. The murderous intent that has already attacked does not allow possibilities other than life and death.

There is no time to think, and it is too late to persuade.

The elegant sword that melted into the heart and soul has been unsheathed and dusted.

Shang Qinghan, whose time is extremely precious, has no need to listen to the answer of the mortal man.

At the moment when the soft chants were buried in the evening wind, Shang Qinghan swung his sword sideways, as if breaking the sun, and with a burst of sword intent, he detonated many killing formations.

In an instant.

The chaotic wind reverberates endlessly, and the dust sword moves invisible.

The sky is full of emerald colors, the sky is full of wind and flowers, and the sky is full of sword shadows.

The pure and innocent sword of heaven assimilated into the wind, and then cut out from the wind, holding the unpredictable killing intent, in danger everywhere, without stopping for a moment!

The sword of ignorance, the sword style of sinking.

Even the red-haired female demon under the seat of the Ghost Emperor felt extremely strenuous for the continuous series of violent attacks, and even more so, fear crept into her heart.

wrong.

This man's sword intent is wrong.

Not only does it echo the fear of approaching death, but she who has slept many times will never shrink back because of a small death.

What she is afraid of, what her instinct is worried about is...

Nirvana reincarnation!

If she was killed by this woman, perhaps, the devil will no longer be a devil, and will be reborn into reincarnation!

After passing the wind sword dangerously several times, he finally felt what the threat was.

The female devil's always charming expression suddenly changed, and she embraced a circle with her hands, creating a little darkness, which attracted the surrounding air to condense.

How could she just let her act recklessly like this...

Without awakening, there is no future.

The devil, forever and ever will be the ghost emperor's devil!

A fierce look flashed in his eyes.

The red-haired witch's hands moved a little faster, as if stroking around the water polo, or dancing with nothingness.

for a while.

It was Shang Qinghan's wind dance like a finger, even though it was still fast and slow, it was hard to find the wrong track, but he couldn't leave any bloodstains when facing the defenseless female devil who was focused on her.

Wind Sword, Secret Sword, Unfixed Sword.

No matter how hard to find her, no matter how indistinct she is, after all, it depends on the air flowing between heaven and earth.

So what if you directly create a void similar to a black hole, restrict the movement of the air around you, and only flow to the only point of the center.

The sword move is self-defeating!

It's just a clown's afterthought of wasting spiritual power for nothing.

The look of pride on his face was undisguised, and his right palm was dragging a small empty black hole.

The female demon raised her chest and twisted her hips, coquettishly hooked her fingertips at Shang Qinghan, and her red lips provocatively and silently——

Moaning in the wind? !

It must be the coquettish moans of you being pinned down helplessly.

The sword rises without a trace, turning all winds into a killing in one's own hands, even the female devil has no way to figure out the way of the sword.

Strong, I have to say it is strong.

However, although this kind of swordsmanship is still amazing in the world, it is definitely not the ultimate that she can show, and it cannot match her sword intent of Nirvana, and it is obviously impossible to hide her moves when she is so desperate of.

So, the answer is very simple.

It's not that I don't want to use it, but that I can't use it at all!

The sword demon guy's appetite is not as big as his opponent's among demons.

It is a miracle that the remnant soul condensed by divine sword and secret method survived after being devoured by her and did not dissipate on the spot.

The reason why she can still stand here.

To say that it is only relying on a woman's kiss, and self-deceiving things like love, it is undoubtedly a joke that deceives children into not believing it.

The real reason.

It's nothing more than... Jianyuan!

After the kendo cultivator has reached the pinnacle, he seals up the sword intent of entering the Tao and obtains special energy.

With the stability of the soul body that will dissipate at any time, the moment the ultimate move is used, the sword essence that has to be unsealed will definitely cause the injury to counterattack, and the body will die and the soul will disappear!

Therefore, if the swordsman who is not much inferior to my ghost emperor is just played to death by a little devil like me...

It must be very interesting.

As if seeing some delicious food, the witch's fragrant tongue swept over her red lips, her face blushed a little, her left foot stomped heavily on the ground, her magic skills were fully enhanced, and she climbed several feet again to stand in the air.

His eyes lowered lightly, looking at Shang Qinghan who was buried in the wind with admiration and lovelessness.

A little red light sprinkled silently on her face, filled with the smell of blood.

The whistling wind sword in front of him is still hindered by the black hole in the void, and the ever-changing changes still cannot be completed. The black sun hanging upside down in the sky behind him is still a steady stream of demonic energy to digest the sacrifice.

The emerald red dust sighed, stuck upside down at his feet, no longer the emerald swordsman, put his hands behind his back, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yes... Do you understand that the ending has been decided?

A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the demonic aura surged all over her body, her hands were clawed into the black hole in the void, the single horn on her forehead flashed red, and she slowly tore open the black hole in the void with a pair of sharp claws.

Followed by.

"what--!"

With a loud shout, the spiritual energy reversed in an instant.

The scorching black light that suddenly fell from the sky is a symbol of the rampant demons tormenting the world, and it is the restriction of the limited skill of the Immortal Dao.

The wind that belonged to the sword was overwhelmed by the domineering demon that belonged to it, and its power was greatly reduced. At the same time, a pair of amazingly beautiful but bloody demonic hands moved to the limit of their strength.

Strange sparks burst out from the black hole in the void, and the hand deeply inserted into it seemed to want to tear open the closed door——

Shred hard!

boom.

The world is like a collapse, and the sky is covered by extreme darkness!

The void black hole suspended in front of the female demon exploded instantly with the crushing of the boundless devil energy, and thousands of broken black hole fragments scattered all over the entire space like rain.

All of a sudden, the wind was chaotic and swirling everywhere.

Shang Qinghan's countless wind swords, in the blink of an eye, seemed to be sucked in by the tornado of the sea, and all of them dissipated into nothingness.

Messy twists, lined with emerald broken marks, shone in the darkness, blowing the loose long hair.

The moon-white frivolous Confucian clothes let the residual wind sway, and there were a few crisp sounds of pearls and jade clashing, but they were completely inaudible.

Just because.

Today, the sound of a sword wailing in the wind, roaring, is extremely shrill and crazed.

Stretch out your right hand, touch the world of mortals with your fingertips, and condense the time, space, and existence of all things in the world, leaving only a sword, a person, and a soul.

It's obviously just a very vain and distant connection, but a mysterious feeling of the unity of human and sword arises from my heart.

Is it because you can't bear it?

Standing proudly in place, Shang Qinghan, facing the night wind that was restricted by the fragments of the black hole, finally raised his eyes slowly, and glanced at the divine sword that was as dusty as emerald green in a daze.

The cracks are here.

The Sword of Companion, the soul of Companion, come suddenly like the wind, the wind passes, and disappear without a trace...

Indeed, just as the witch's guess was correct.

She, who should have dissipated a long time ago, is due to unfinished missions or uncontrollable greed. Relying on Hongchen Tan and Jianyuan's suppression, she barely maintains this flickering and transparent body.

If she wants to unseal Jianyuan and use upper-level moves, I'm afraid it will be as she thought, after one move, there will be no Shang Qinghan in the world.

but.

That doesn't mean she can't do anything.

The line of sight raised up into the air little by little, and the coldness merged with the unscrupulous arrogance of the female devil.

The female demon in mid-air, no longer the charming and charming under the disguise, still maintains the posture of tearing up the black hole, showing a different kind of wild beauty.

It seemed that he was so convinced of his victory that he didn't even need his usual disguise.

———I, Shang Qinghan, have I been underestimated so far?

Being mere little devil...

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile, Shang Qinghan pulled up the red dust with deeper cracks and sighed, his two fingers slowly wiped along the elegant sword body, wiping away the dust that should not be contaminated.

Sighing lightly, facing the sword, emerald green, soaked in water patterns.

"If it's that person, no one will dare to relax their vigilance even if they are only breathing."

With a wry smile, to the person, a tear fell heavily on his heart.

"If that person is, he will never let you fall into such a dangerous situation, let alone make himself a means to make you cry."

Looking up, facing himself, the bleak wind drowned out the choked sobs that choked his throat.

"...I am not as good as her, not as good as her!!!!!!"

The world-shocking Yuan Gong detonated, the green long hair danced wildly, the five fingers tightened vigorously, then relaxed again, and finally grasped feebly on the chest.

fall... fall...

It turns out that tears that cannot be wiped away are far more heartbreaking than the cold wind on the pavement.

A cry that no one can hear is a regret that lasts for thousands of years, and it is also the end of a story about dreams and bubbles.

It's when the wind stops and the snow falls, people...don't return...

Shang Qinghan hit Hongchen Tan's sword heavily with a blow.

At the same time that the time track returned to normal, a bleak hexagonal snow crystal drifted silently into the world full of emerald colors amid the playing of fairy music.

After that.

Two slices, three slices, thousands of slices...

Riding on the invisible and invisible breeze, the piercing chill swept across the four regions, frosting thousands of miles and covering the city of snow.

The property is extremely cold!

It is completely different from Shang Qinghan, but it needs a more piercing supreme sword intent!

The situation of the battle changed rapidly, and before the female demon in the air could react from her unbelievable shock, she heard a low, cold voice.

"I'll ask before I get back to you."

"It won't last long, but it's more than enough to kill you."

as far as the eye can see.

It was green hair covered with falling snow, leaving only a piece of whiteness that could not be seen clearly.

Different momentum, different figures, is snow that is more ruthless and indifferent than the wind.

True.

Her sword essence still needs to maintain the last bit of soul until Nan Sixian is protected and can never be unsealed.

However, from the same body, the sword essence of the man who was cast into the world of mortals with his own power——

She... can also use it!

Gritting his silver teeth tightly, Shang Qinghan's expression darkened at the end, and Shang Qinghan lightly tapped his forehead with two fingers, and Hongchen sighed in his hand with a strong shock, rolling up layers of snow, arousing endless frozen souls with awe-inspiring sword intent.

The appearance that caught Nan Sixian's eyes again was already...

"Ji Xue?!"

☆, 56. To be a good boss, you must talk a lot