The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Purgatory death, the dark sun covers the sky, and the dilapidated environment is already full of emerald green and snow all over the ground after the most beautiful sword.

The sword intent opened the world, and everything faded in dismay, only to see...

A sword in the painting, a picture-like shadow, holding a dust sword, and standing proudly outside the clouds, intertwined into a bleak tone from the silence and coldness.

Is it the wind...?Is it snow...?

Originally, it originated from one body, adding to the confusion of soul and mind.

No one can tell.

However, you must distinguish.

Unsealed the sword essence contained in Hong Chentan, and forced the sword into his body. At this moment, Shang Qinghan's three thousand emerald hairs were all covered with white, and a pair of clear eyes could only see a cold light, but his heart was more persistent.

"Hush." ​​With the index finger of her left hand between her lips, she said in a slow and firm tone without turning her head, "If you see a ghost, admit your mistake."

"It's not snow, Guyun Luochen Shang Qinghan, you should remember it well?"

The light voice contained deep meaning that was never easy, and she didn't turn her head back, because she didn't want to reflect a shadow that didn't belong to her in any pair of eyes.

It's a pity that if you cover up too much, others will not understand or hear you...

"This sword move, this sword intent, is clearly it!"

She was already suspicious, but this time she made such a move again, how can she not make people suspicious?

Make up your mind never to believe it again.

Nan Sixian couldn't move his body due to the restriction of the sword energy, so he could only turn his head to see the appearance of the swordsman clearly, and shouted anxiously: "Is there something wrong, is it inconvenient, Jixue, you..."

"Don't say it anymore..."

With a sigh, he couldn't bear to interrupt the stinging words, Shang Qinghan raised his hands, and the tone trembled, and the words were a bit cryptic and lonely.

"...stop talking. Please, please?"

The wind that went to the end, what it realized and what it gave up, never asked others to know, nor did it pretend that they understood.

just.

In the end, there is always some stubborn attachment, and I can't let it go.

"..."

speechless.

Why did she have to disguise herself, why didn't she recognize herself, what happened to her body now...

There are obviously tens of thousands of questions in my heart, and there are obviously countless inexplicable questions lingering between my brows.

Nan Sixian looked at the thin back guarding her body, but felt an indescribable sadness that blocked everything in her throat, and opened her mouth reluctantly, but remained silent in the end.

"Ha, that's good."

"To deceive oneself and others is the happiness of a man who has nothing."

Slightly tilting his head, staring at it out of the corner of his eye, what he saw was a bright red that he was more worried about than before, but was honestly waiting silently.

But the entangled look full of love falls in my heart but I don't know whether it is bitter or sweet.

Shang Qinghan's left hand pointed both fingers together, and rushed towards the ground obliquely, his fingertips were stained with a condensed emerald wind streak, in this snowy environment full of white awns, the pure score was particularly conspicuous.

Now that the pain has been suspended, the next step is to get rid of the sullenness.

The most incomprehensible and desperate love is the most tormenting suffering. It comes from the self who is flying moths to the flame, and from the lover who has his own heart.

No one to complain, nowhere to vent.

but……

"do you know?"

Leng Chezhong murmured softly with pleasure, it was the trembling sound of the extremely confrontation between the sword of Fengxue and the devil's claws that came from the dark.

"At this moment, venting anger is the most beautiful word in my heart."

The so-called venting anger is unreasonable. It willfully pushes all the unobtainable boredom to the stupid devil who forced her to go to extremes.

Even without her, everything would not come to a perfect ending. As long as you believe that everything is her fault, you can hypnotize yourself like this.

How wonderful... what a murderous intent...

The corner of the mouth curled up into a cruel arc, Shang Qinghan's eyes sank, the sword finger of his left hand sliced ​​through the sky wind, and the red dust sighed with his right hand, causing the chill to pour snow from a distance, creating thousands of ripples of light.

Exactly.

The sword of innocence made by nature, silently killed for thousands of years, merged and used together, and then opened the wind and snow picture scroll that shocked the past and the present!

The inhuman vertical pupils dilated instantly.

Oops!

This sword move is not only full of her original Nirvana sword intent, but also imbued with an incomparably domineering sense of extinction.

Absolutely not!

With a retraction of five fingers, the thousands of black holes in the void were closed, the red-haired female demon clenched her teeth and retreated with all her strength, hoping that the wall of the black holes would be slowed down for a few breaths to escape.

It's a pity that the sword intended to be the first strike was doomed before her sneak attack.

Are you afraid now...?

useless!

"Wind language, Snow World."

Misjudgment of a wrong move, Shang Qinghan's cold and cold voice, like a death prophecy, opened the sky with one sword and one finger, and then entered the eyes, it is already an unavoidable alien world in the sword.

Based on the ultimate love and built with two completely different sword intentions, it is a tragic song of life-threatening and soul-destroying.

Only the sword and kill, only the world of wind and snow, silently enveloped the world.

The beautiful ancient painting scroll that opened majestically, erased the number of life and death with one stroke, rewritten the rules, wiped out reincarnation with one sword, and sealed the magic body.

In the faint silence, the crisp sound of pearls and jade pierced the air.

At first glance, a touch of green wind and green color dances across the sky and snow, and a dust-like divine sword slashes with the righteousness of the world, cutting off hatred, venting anger, and letting out all the bitterness in one's heart.

The sword move mixed with strange arts was as weird as ever and irresistible.

The female devil racked her brains, imagining all kinds of ways to escape, but in the end she was still the only one, standing far away from the snowy river, she put her best effort into her cultivation and risked her life!

Facing palms against swords, demon energy fights against wind and snow.

boom!

Desperate to survive, shaking the alien world under the sword, like a beam of light hanging down like a galaxy, whitening the whole world.

The extreme confrontation is close in front of the eyes, but only one sound is heard——

"Nonsense, please stop here first."

A male voice, slow and full of magnetism, a slender and strong hand, lightly holding the silver hook jade pen and tapping it in front of the female devil, on the emerald green tip.

Even though she was shaken to pieces by Hong Chen's sigh, which penetrated her heart and soul, she was saved in the end.

"Using strength to turn strength to receive my sword, although it is a coincidence, it is still good."

He glanced coldly at the monk wearing a silver robe and a sapphire crown, and calmly wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead with his left hand.

The green sword in Shang Qinghan's right hand trembled, like an angry dragon roaring to the sky, and the emerald eyes shone with a half-point of deep darkness.

The cold tone hides boundless murderous intentions.

"But, provoking the wind at this moment, cultivator, have you made up your mind to break the soul with the wind?"

She has little time left.

Any existence that may threaten Nan Sixian appears at this time, there is only one choice...

kill!

With a thought, the sword intent arises, the color of snow falls from the dome, and the green wind quietly blows the hem of the clothes.

Hongchen sighed and pointed at the sky proudly, already turning out thousands of sword lights to hide in the wind and snow, using all his killer moves!

"Miss Shang, save your energy for now."

"My cultivation is far inferior to yours, and I don't have hobbies like suicide, so I don't plan to do it."

Turning the fingertips, the silver hook jade pen was thrown into the air, forming a seemingly thin silver light curtain, but it safely stopped the unpredictable sword shadow in the snowstorm.

The corner of the male cultivator's mouth was red, and the leisurely smile on his face remained unchanged, with a kind of confidence in his expression.

"However, I still have some use for that demon, so I can't let you kill it. In addition, the sword demon behind you, can you please give it to me as well?"

Of course, you don't need to ask this question, she will definitely not hand it over.

You still have to do it yourself.

It's completely talking to itself.

Before Shang Qinghan could reply, he waved his long sleeves and brought the red-haired female demon directly into the Sumeru space. At the same time, he pinched the Dao seal in his hand again, shaking the world.

As the organizer of the secret realm.

This mysterious male cultivator, Daoist Shenghua, directly opened up the huge spiritual energy source obtained from the sacrifice without hesitation.

Taking small steps in the courtyard, it has already attracted great power, and the aura of heaven and earth is boundless, and layers of blood-colored air circles are created under the feet.

Followed by.

The majestic force exploded with a bang.

The advantage of quantity barely beats the purity of quality in an instant.

The huge wave of spiritual energy surging like a sea tide swept across the four fields, creating a huge vacuum in the world of wind and snow.

And, it's not over yet!

Immortal Shenghua raised his left hand high, and collected all the huge waves of strong spiritual energy at one point.

———But, you just want to win me like this, seriously?

Although this male cultivator's moves suppressed her sword moves for a while, it was only because she had already consumed a lot, and without the blessing of sword intent, she was slightly insufficient in spiritual power.

If he is serious about making a counter move, what is the difference between his ordinary palm and courting death?

Could it be that there is a deep killer move hidden...

The other party acted strangely, and his cultivation was not ordinary, so Shang Qinghan didn't dare to take it lightly.

In the blink of an eye, the foundation of the world could no longer be stimulated, Hongchen sighed in his hand and swung it to his waist in a subtle arc, holding his breath and waiting intently.

However, I saw an astonishing scene——

Shenghua Daoist's silver shadow slapped his palm for a moment, and the swordsman had no way to dodge, and there was no need to dodge!

It's not that this move is too strong, nor is it that this move is too bad.

Because of the burst of heaven-destroying aura, the target of the attack was not Shang Qinghan, but Long Aotian, who was hiding in the wind and cowering to reduce his sense of existence, afraid of being affected by the battle!

Why……?

What happened so unexpectedly, Shang Qinghan was involuntarily stunned.

But the question has not been figured out yet, Shenghua Daoist didn't stop in his hand, and gathered another palm of Juling, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the monk's internal organs were severely injured and his mouth was full of vermilion.

He actually... self-harmed this time?

Killing Long Aotian can also be explained by personal grievances, after all, she remembered that the man was very good at killing.

But this male cultivator didn't hold back the palm he slapped, and his injuries were unfathomably serious. What kind of terrifying purpose could be hidden behind this?

The hand holding Hongchen Tan tightened, and an ominous premonition rose from his heart.

Shang Qinghan looked at the real Shenghua who was still smiling all over his face, his eyes were full of unprecedented vigilance.

"Cough, don't worry. Didn't I say it a long time ago, I can't beat you with my hands."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Master Sheng Hua's eyes showed coldness, and in a refined and crazy tone, he said slowly: "If you can't win, and you have to take it from you, um, should I say it is... the treasure? "

A treasure, full of sarcasm.

Looking at everything that happened in the secret realm from beginning to end, Sheng Hua even knew more about Shang Qinghan than Nan Sixian.

The stunning swordsman is trapped by the ridiculous love, and it's a same-sex relationship...

what.

The wind howled wildly, and the snow sword fell.

A shallow bloodstain silently landed on Shenghua's neck.

If it weren't for the power of the silver hook and jade pen to protect the Lord, he would have already lost his head at this time, right?

A boring little woman who can't take jokes.

He really looks down on such people who have power but don't know how to go, and don't know how to pursue the peak.

It's a pity that I really can't afford to provoke him now.

"Why worry, there will be a moment when your opponent will accompany you to have fun."

Caressing the red marks on his neck, Shenghua had no choice but to speed up his speech, and continued: "Let's get back to the point, look, you are so strong, so strong that it makes people despair."

"In this way, I have to think of some special methods. Have you asked someone for help?"

"For example, creating a heterogeneous existence called Sword Demon."

"As for her, the Buddhist cultivator who will let my dear disciple slaughter all living beings will eventually awaken into a hateful sword demon."

"I will sneak into the Three Realms Grand Competition, and slaughter innocent monks to perform blood sacrifices for the ghost emperor's awakening."

"She also holds a divine sword that shouldn't belong to her, has seized numerous treasures that are rewards for the Grand Competition, and even possesses the ghost emperor's ancient magic formula."

"Such a dangerous and precious person, don't you think she is very attractive?"

Shenghua real person narrowed his eyes slightly, the water curtain melted at his fingertips, and various spliced ​​shots flashed across.

When entering the country, Shang Qinghan walked through the gate that symbolizes the sword demon... There was a scene where Shang Qinghan coldly killed the monks who besieged her at the first pass...

When Nan Sixian made a move, when Shang Qinghan broke Fuxi's Jingshiqu, the sword demon statue glowed... and when the black sun sacrificed, Shang Qinghan stood on top of countless bones...

Finally, there is the lingering sound of Nan Sixian shouting out the word Jixue.

Countless one-sided photos, countless cryptic hints, all of which lead to the same false but real truth at the fingertips of Shenghua.

The sword demon Jixue nominated by Tianbang is exactly——

Guyun Luochen, Shang Qinghan!

☆, 57. The Battle of the End