The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Full of calculations, every step of the way is tightly locked.

Master Shenghua said every sentence that the killing was only for one person. Under his gentle smile, there was a chilling coldness.

He wantonly occupies the moral advantage, and will develop according to his ideas in the future without leaving any loopholes.

Not only did he completely remove the responsibility for setting up a scheme to kill countless monks, but he also used the power of the upper echelons of various factions to eradicate his difficult opponents for him.

Take all the benefits without losing a cent.

Just after witnessing Shang Qinghan's terrifying strength, while dealing with the problems of various factions, while thinking about it for a few days, he gathered shapeless fragments to build such an exquisite plan.

Really scary!

However, in fact, his success was also thanks to the honest cooperation of that woman, Shang Qinghan, and the Sword Demon.

If it wasn't for her relying on her superb swordsmanship and exposing her fatal weakness indifferently, if it wasn't for her ignorance and ignorance, she had never covered up the fact that she was a sword demon, causing many visions.

If it weren't for that sad love...

This variable, strong enough to make him change his plan, might be more troublesome, more... enjoyable, right?

————Unfortunately, your strength will come to an end here.

Gu Yun Luo Chen Shang Qing Han.

General!

The jade pen with a silver hook between the fingers rises upside down, swirling in the air, drawing dirty ink marks around the body.

Walking steadily, Shenghua Daoist showed his boundless strength on both hands, step by step, smashed the secret space, and returned to the real fairy city step by step, falling into the demon-slaying formation.

In the depths of the eyes that never look back.

It's a pity, it's a pity, and it's even more... the loneliness that is so high!

However, at the moment when the secret realm merged with reality.

A green sword shadow soared into the sky, tearing apart the sky, and an extremely killing intent to destroy the sky and the earth swept across my heart.

The overwhelming green light caused the sun and the moon to fade away, and every inch of the space within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to collapse.

Amidst the turbulence of the clouds and the turbulence, the awe-inspiring sword that has been cultivated for thousands of years is fully displayed, and the immeasurable dream that has been tempered for ten years is reproduced in the snow and frost.

How could this kind of cultivation be possible...? !

Unexpected changes, unexpected and unbelievable, Sheng Hua's steps forward suddenly stopped, his brows were furrowed and he turned his head to look at the culprit.

I saw———

Holding Nan Sixian tightly in one hand, the snow-like green swordsman squinted his eyes slightly, his jade fingers silently melted yin and yang, gathered the energy of heaven and earth, and filled the holy and unchanging red dust sighing in front of him, his power and power shook the sky!

"If you can't beat it, call someone for help." I couldn't help but chuckled, and the soft chant like a song fell in Shenghua's ears at the moment the secret realm collapsed: "You...are a child who hasn't been weaned off? "

Chi Guoguo's insult, Chi Guoguo's provocation.

Using this very out-of-context statement to complain about his pen planning, the monk who claims to be a wise man is even more forceful with his left hand holding the silver hook and jade pen.

"Contemptuous tongue is the inherent power of the loser..."

brush!

The clear and crisp sound of the sword pierced through the air, bursting out with crimson blood.

The disdainful rebuttal was not finished yet.

A gust of snow-colored flowing wind has already quietly shattered the air shield of the body shield, leaving a deep bloodstain on Shenghua's chest.

At the same time, the extremely terrifying coercion dyed the extremely flawless sword intent.

Shang Qinghan frowned and lowered his eyes, slowly raised his right hand that was shining with a faint white light, and took a mouthful of the perfect sword, gathering thousands of winds, and countless sword marks in the wind fell on the palm of his hand.

Like a lone cloud and arrogant wind, like a fairy falling into the dust, even if she is covered in blood, she can't hide the appearance of a peerless swordsman.

For a moment, everything was silent, and Xiao Ran was silent.

Tension, silence.

The only thing to hear is an elegant and indifferent voice, and the only thing to hear is a sentence that pierces the bones and freezes the soul.

"In this world, you can't defeat me, but in this world, can you defeat me?"

The simple words are like a sledgehammer hitting the heart.

After all kinds of calculations, he really achieved the future he wanted according to the situation.

A few elders from each faction, a few hermits, a total of ten monks above the fusion stage, all of them are used by him, which is a terrifying force.

But, is that enough to kill this woman?

Shenghua Daoist has never thought about this issue, or in other words, he has no way to worry about this issue.

"Wisdom" is just "wisdom" after all.

No matter how talented a genius is, he is still limited by the chess pieces that can be mobilized in the game, and once there is a truly unconventional "power", it will be truly irreversible, a dead game!

Will this Shang Qinghan be so strong...?

he does not know.

Yes, no need to know.

That shocking sword had already wiped out the afterimage of the secret realm, three people and one corpse, under the dazzling white light, finally landed in Xuantian City, in the center of the encirclement net of various factions!

"what……!"

Before, the smiling face was full of calculations, but at the same time it appeared, it was replaced with a cry of extreme grief.

Master Shenghua stretched out his left hand tremblingly towards Long Aotian's corpse, while his right hand weakly pressed against the sword mark on his chest.

turn back.

He looked at the monks of the surrounding sects with a sad expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but spit out a mouthful of red blood, and took three steps back in a vain manner.

"How did this happen! What a serious injury! Shenghua boy! Are you okay!"

"Fellow Daoist Shenghua, don't worry, let me stabilize your injury for you first, and it won't be too late to talk about it later."

"Huh? The meridians have been severely injured, and the sword energy has entered the body. I still have a few Qingyuan pills left here. Master Shenghua will take them first."

"Damn sword demon, dare to openly break into the Three Realms Grand Competition to seek death, really don't take our Dao Meridian Qixuan seriously!"

"...The Spiritual Sword Sect Yu Qiuyan, please recruit."

Shameless acting skills, boring hypocrisy, people who want to kill demons, desire to avenge their disciples, and greed for treasures and swords.

It was filthy and unsightly.

Did he just think that if he gathered all these people, he wanted to kill me?

joke.

I don't want to watch Shenghua's performance again.

Shang Qinghan's face was stern, his spirit was serious, his emerald green sword swung obliquely and danced like a circle, he listened quietly to the supernatural sword, and moaned endlessly, his body full of Nirvana aura frightened ghosts and gods!

Feeling the terrifying sword intent at first, when all the monks were startled and suspicious, a deep moan symbolized the beginning of the battle.

"The sword pours over the gods, the lone cloud covers the sun, who will see the sky at the top? Sigh in the world of mortals, even though it has been cold and cold for a hundred years, a touch of ink is still a proud mountain top."

"...Shang Qinghan is here, if you want to die, you can come."

One word falls, that is, ten thousand swords rise.

No intention of explaining, no thought of refuting.

Because of the more transparent body, and because the countdown is getting closer, under the wind sword, there is no mercy.

Immediately.

Flying snow, scattered wind, everywhere is sword, and everywhere is killing!

In the moment of astonishment before it was too late, it was already red in the snow.

In an unequal battle of one against ten, the prelude was kicked off by the weaker side.

Facing the top masters with deep cultivation, facing the endless emergence of strange magic weapons, and facing each with mysterious magic moves.

Shang Qinghan, who was already close to exhaustion, was still alone, holding a sword, not retreating half a step, not giving up half a step.

The red dust in the right hand is like emerald green, dancing in nine layers, which is the pleasure of the changing wind, and the sword fingers in the left hand are white, frosted for thousands of miles, and it is the realm of bone-chilling snow.

If you want to block it, you cannot stop it, and if you want to avoid it, there is nowhere to avoid it.

A mere monk in the fusion stage, even if ten people come together, how can they stop it? The supreme sword that has been intoxicated for thousands of years, as long as they slowly defeat them one by one, it can be said that they are sure to win.

But, it can't be delayed any longer!

Knowing that his time was running out, Shang Qinghan's waist sank, and the lowered eyelids, accompanied by the rising sword intent, slowly opened.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew across the border, stirring the long green hair that was no longer emerald.

The snow-colored hair fluttered wildly, but it couldn't cover it, the piercing sword intent hidden deep in those emerald eyes, the sword intent that kept moving forward!

One step, another step.

All stepping into the blind spot of the monks' magic weapon attack, all walking in the untraceable place, until———

Nearly.

close enough.

Shang Qinghan's slightly drunken eyes faded away.

There was only a snowfall dyed red, and only a scene of soul-shattering turbulent wind, which appeared coquettish and terrifying amidst the ambiguity of the vermilion lips parting slightly.

"The wind is invisible, the sword canglang."

"Concentrate your mind as a god, move your sword away from the dust, and walk in two styles. It's called... Mu Xuehua in the evening wind."

Throw it casually, and the sword of Hongchen hangs high on the top.

The swordsman's mind was divided, he knelt on one knee, put the middle and index fingers of his right hand together between his eyebrows, pointed to the sky with his left hand, and then slantedly drew his breath towards the ground.

The color of snow that covers the sky and the earth represents the inspiration of the sword marks, pulling the whole space into a pale and ruthless illusion of beauty.

All kinds of surging power of the monks in the ice shattered dust, turned into thousands of unbreakable ice lights surrounded by shattered ice, covering Shang Qinghan's figure, adding a hundred times more weirdness to the subsequent sword style.

next moment.

Pushing with both palms sideways, the snow and ice covering the body were shaken away, revealing countless crystal clear swords of heart and soul.

The figure that disappeared without a trace in an instant is holding Hongchen Tan in the air with one hand, under the continuous addition of thousands of wind marks and sword shadows that are constantly gathering.

Beyond time, beyond space.

It is the invisible trace of the wind, the invisible shadow of the sword, and the invisible and traceless person writing alone the ending without beginning!

Stunning... Peerless...

Using Jixue's sword Canglang and her own wind invisible at the same time, Shang Qinghan multiplied the speed of the sword hundreds of times, and the monk who was already in the union stage seemed still in her eyes.

A few steps of elegant and leisurely walking, a few sword strikes are not fatally wounded moves.

After the wind stopped.

It was supposed to be the ultimate victory on the verge of collapse, and it was supposed to be the perfect ending to protect Nan Sixian and return to the top of the Nine Heavens, but there was only a hoarse roar——

"Magic fire...refining Wuji!"

into the eye.

It is a sword as red as fire, a figure as beautiful as a flower, and even more so, a pair of red pupils burning with the shadow of the life-devouring sword!

I don't know when she got out of Liufeng's sword guard, Nan Sixian raised the burning soul to wash away her sins, and the spiritual power in her body was crazily gathered at the peak under the pressure of the sword, igniting endless fires all over the city.

Too familiar moves mean too cruel reality.

The red-clothed girl's face was ruthless, her sword was burning with fire, and she rode a violent black-armored dragon in a form of shock, directly taking the lives of the righteous monks.

At the same moment, Shenghua Daoist and the red-haired female devil also stood up at the right time, and they both launched a sacrificial formation, and the range of the huge formation was actually the entire Xuantian City!

With nearly a thousand monks as sacrifices, the one who was unsealed was a little female devil.

Then if they want to use the largest city in the cultivation world as a sacrifice, what kind of terrifying existence are they trying to unseal?

I'm not interested, and I don't want to think about it.

It's all little things that don't matter.

Shang Qinghan didn't even look at Shenghua Shenghua, he directly lifted the green sword upside down, and with a wind mark, he cut off the dragon that was in the way, and landed on Nan Sixian, no, in front of the sword demon.

"Finally you're willing to come out?" She swung her sword away from the scorching soul and said coldly, "Hiding for so long, I thought you gave up."

"Hmph, it's just that the time has not come yet."

Smiling angrily, the Sword Demon pushed Burning Soul with both hands, pressed Shang Qinghan tightly, and breathed in her ear ambiguously.

"Or, you can't help but think about me."

choke!

Hongchen sighed and swept past.

The sudden burst of terrifying force shook the sword demon back more than ten steps, and a trail of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

In the sky full of wind and snow, I saw an ancient sword that was as dusty and emerald as green.

"Right."

"I, I couldn't help it long ago, I couldn't help but want to kill you...to prevent future troubles forever."

☆, 58. The wind has no trace, but it is really traceless