The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The evil atmosphere is reborn, and the flames of war are chaotic!

Two people confronting each other nervously.

One is the ancient sword demon who snatched Nan Sixian's body and held it high to purify his sins and caused thousands of catastrophes.

One is the swordsman in the wind with cold eyes, the emerald sword swaying sideways, and the murderous intent swirling against the nine heavens.

It was supposed to be an extremely fascinating battle, and the obsessive evil smile was accompanied by an extremely sarcastic taste, piercing through the city of despair under the cover of the dark sun.

"Kill me?! Are you talking about killing me?! Hahahahaha!"

Hearing Shang Qinghan's cold and stern threat suddenly, the Sword Demon didn't have a trace of fear, but hugged his belly, laughing so hard that he couldn't help it.

Can you not laugh?

She even said she was going to kill her.

Ever since she woke up, she has been staying in Nan Sixian's sea of ​​consciousness, how could she not know how much Shang Qinghan valued this poor host.

That sneak attack from behind devoured three-quarters of her body, and actually burned her precarious soul.

result.

This idiot woman.

Not to mention revenge, he didn't even want to shake her away with a palm, but endured the pain of tearing his soul, and withdrew from the sword himself.

Since she would do this before, the sword demon would never believe that she would kill Nan Sixian just for such a boring thing as eliminating demons.

Even if Nan Sixian is a very dangerous sword demon, it's the same.

Maybe, if someone came to slay the demon, this guy would have to protect her with a sword...

Funny and sad.

"Yes, I want to kill you."

After saying affirmatively, Shang Qinghan flipped his wrist, and the condensed light on the sword shone brightly, as if he was ready to strike.

Leng Che's murderous intent spread across the face, and the endless murderous intent swept across the field.

The peerless sword, driven by the foundation of the world, the circling wind, the falling snow, and the truly terrifying killing moves everywhere.

However, the sword demon is still fearless.

She slowly raised her right palm, facing the seemingly terrifying scene of blizzard and chaotic swords, she slowly attracted the fiery red calamity flames to gather in her palm contentedly, and continuously strengthened and compressed it with her full strength.

Even if the Zongfeng Sword is in front of him, he doesn't see it, and the game of ten thousand swords passing through the gap will not hurt the body.

Sure enough, isn't this simply impossible to do?

The last sword passed by dangerously, and the person who was struck was safe, but Shang Qinghan, who made the move, was a bit gloomy.

The Sword Demon spit out his disdain, and was too lazy to talk nonsense to a useless guy like her, so he grabbed the sword pose and swung it with all his strength at the moment of exhaustion.

The fierce and spicy magic skills that have been carried out for a long time.

As the energy rushes down, the backflow and backflow form a surging air circle, so powerful that even the earth trembles.

Head sideways again.

Already Wan Tao Hundred Waves accompanied by the orange flames were imprinted directly on Shang Qinghan's chest impartially, breaking the heart veins with Pai Ranhao's palm force!

puff.

Vomited a smear of red blood.

A sword that can't hurt people, and a palm that is sure to kill, the result is obvious without guessing.

It's... an elegant swordsman, heartbroken!

However, just when the sword demon was about to open his mouth to announce the victory, he was shocked to see——

Shang Qinghan, who couldn't even stand still, had two fingers that were calm and in the shape of a sword, with a bit of immortal aura, leading to the eyebrows of the sword demon from an unavoidable subtle angle, and said in a cold voice.

"That's right. I want to kill you, but I can't kill you. But that doesn't mean that no one can kill you."

Trade injuries for tricks.

Just as the sword demon thought in his heart.

It is absolutely impossible for her to attack Nan Sixian's body, and she really has nothing to do with the sword demon who is one with Nan Sixian.

So, I leave everything to you——

Nan Sixian!

***

The earth is a barren and empty grassland, and the sky is a cloud that can't see through a ray of light.

The wind is everywhere, and the wind is nowhere.

At almost the same moment, the two women in red standing in the blue sky prairie stared at a completely different world in astonishment after the elegy of heaven and earth that had been frozen for years dissipated.

A wonderful world that has never been seen before, a familiar yet different realm of consciousness.

The two different thoughts represent that although they have the same appearance, they are two completely different souls in their hearts.

To kill the sword demon.

With the sword of consciousness, Shang Qinghan successfully separated the two mixed souls that were in one body, and then pulled them into his heart, unlike Ji Xue, who did not hurt them. The limitations of the soul.

Therefore, death in her case represents the death of consciousness.

leftover.

It just depends on who can survive to the end...

Panting heavily.

The broken soul body once again endured a lethal palm, barely supporting Shang Qinghan who still couldn't disappear.

Even though it was transparent and flickering almost like a ghost, even though the borrowed sword energy was used up to the limit, she was far from the time to rest.

"Hold on a little longer."

Standing upright unsteadily, she seemed to sigh to herself, or to the world of mortals with cracks in her hands, and said in a low voice.

At least, get rid of the person who deserves to be killed...

With bloody eyes, he stared at the Daoist Shenghua and the red-haired female demon who surrounded him from left to right.

The arrogant swordsman stepped on a pool of blood that was neither deep nor shallow, his wrist shook, and the scarlet green sword rang out the mourning of the wind.

The sword light flashed, and the warm wind passed through.

The frosty body that could no longer support it, the snow had faded away, and only the heavy rain was left, falling from the clouds.

Drops of crystal, silently fell on the body, and hit the blade coldly.

Washed away the dust of the whole life, washed away the sighs of the world of mortals, and condensed into a myriad of elegant blue sword shadows.

"After today, in this world... the sword demon will not exist."

Shang Qinghan's voice should be so shallow that it can hardly be heard, but it can be heard in the hearts of the two of Shenghua, but it is like thunder that explodes with a loud crash.

"And you, go with her too."

hiss!

At the same time, he took a deep breath.

The powerful man of Huisheng Chonghua, the real Shenghua, the conspirator, revived after a hundred years, the female devil under the seat of the ghost emperor.

Facing a remnant soul drenched in blood with only half a breath left to hold on, he was shocked by the unparalleled aura at the same time, and took several steps back.

wrong!She failed to kill us before, so what is there to be afraid of now!

One person and one demon gritted their teeth and looked at each other tremblingly.

Although he barely suppressed the urge to run away, he didn't dare to approach Shang Qinghan who seemed immobile.

However, any existence that might threaten Nan Sixian's safety, at this time, she would never stay, and she would never dare to stay.

The skill is less than half, and Ji Xue's sword essence left in the world of mortals has been squandered by her. The only way left is to unseal her own sword essence, right?

After one move, does the soul disappear...?

so what.

There is no possibility of comparison between half-life and the safety of your lover.

Shang Qinghan's brows were restrained and his eyes were gloomy, Hong Chentan thrust his hands into the ground in front of him, and turned his palms outwards.

Immediately, Jian Yuan, who was supposed to suppress the soul body, unsealed it without hesitation!

Several fatal injuries erupted in succession, and the transparent soul body immediately began to dissipate, but...

Sword intent is full!

The elegance of a shocking move is enough!

I saw that the beautiful figure like the wind relaxed and sank into nature, three thousand blood-stained emerald hair danced wildly in the wind, and slowly transported her fingers, the pure sword energy in her body pierced through all limbs and bones and rushed straight to the sky.

Only my ultimate way, Aochen sword intent, guided by the Wugou sword essence, converges into the ultimate sword way, it is exactly——

"Luo Shen pulls the wind away from the dust."

Crisp sound, extremely aroused.

Shang Qinghan spread his hands shoulder-level, and a sword of ultimate consciousness rushed out from the top of his head. Immediately, Shenrui Tiancheng burst into thousands, thousands of swords without dirt like a fan!

To the sound of the sword, the sound of tomorrow's heart, the magic sword and the painting of the remnant soul.

The sword energy is powerful, the sword intent is eternal, and the half-wisp of the soul that has been intoxicated in a dream for a thousand years sings the joy of the wind amidst the majestic fright!

Looking back, it is——

Thousands of swords are united into one, people gather together, the world is full of swords, everywhere is a sword, nothing is my sword!

Formless, traceless, indeterminate, impermanent.

The emerald green that covers the sky and the earth.

It was the wailing of the soul flying away, making the world of mortals who lost its master sigh, and the shattered sword added a bit of regret.

But it was also helpless despair, oppressing Shenghua Daoist and the red-haired female devil, and chilling her heart.

There is no doubt of death, and there is no way out.

An unprecedented and helpless death situation is imminent.

Master Shenghua was helpless but could only close his eyes with hatred, but at this moment——

A pair of eyes imprinted with ancient sword shadows in the fiery red, suddenly opened wide, and a sword dance with purgatory magic fire instantly shook the sky full of blood.

next moment.

"Ji Xue, I win..."

The last reverberation of the sword demon disappeared, and the red pupils became clear again. It was Nan Sixian who won the victory.

however.

Before a tired yet excited clear cry fell, all voices were swallowed up by the blood-stained wind.

Thousands of broken swords, thousands of red winds.

Witnessing Shang Qinghan's final disintegration, watching that beautiful smile disappear one by one.

The hand that was about to hold tightly penetrated the emerald light and landed on his cheek, and he could only recall the remaining warmth of the last moment.

I was so sad that I wanted to cry silently.

No matter how hard it is for a lively person to utter a word, his heart feels like a knife is piercing his heart.

The person who can no longer hold on is the stern and cruel person who can't be recovered no matter how he scratches the broken air. The tears falling from the corners of his eyes are the blood that has lost its color.

Desperately, he fell to the ground.

Facing a man and a horse with distorted faces, Nan Sixian listened to the message in the wind in a trance, clutched his heart with his right hand, and murmured bitterly.

"Gu Yun Luochen...Shang Qinghan...I remember...uh...don't go...I really remember..."

Cold, colder than ever.

It turns out that the real cold wind is so biting without warmth.

The pale yellow blood pooled with snow, and the girl in red couldn't bear the sadness anymore, and fell on the ground weakly and cried loudly.

All kinds of past, all kinds of good memories are imprinted in my heart, but there are a few regretful smiles, mixed with the sound of the wind that I am no longer that person, which is even more sad and desolate.

Suddenly losing the important person in her heart, the sound of pain pierced her soul, and the sound of grief pierced her heart. She didn't intend to distract others and just wanted to cry.

However, some bastards... don't have eyes!

Nan Sixian's Yuan Gong burst out, causing heavy air waves, and then he used the blood-stained ancient red sword.

The powerful cultivation that devoured her body, and the bright red magic sword that took her life, at this moment, she had to hold on tightly to survive.

What an irony...

Gritting her teeth tightly, a few traces of crimson dripped down, Nan Sixian's expression darkened, and her trembling hand could not move the heavy sword no matter what.

Suddenly.

Hong Chen, who was left alone on the ground, sighed like a roar, and the sound of the sword murmured, as if it was lonely and cold after a long absence.

The merciless combined attack of Shenghua Daoist and the female devil lost its future brilliance under the cover of a faint green ink painting before unfolding its terrifying power.

The relentless rain once again turned into an endless scene of remnant snow.

The person who didn't know when to show up, stretched out his hand at no time, softly held the sword of Cuichen, moaning endlessly, and let the three thousand white hairs dance wildly in the wind and snow.

The purple eyes seemed to cast a ruthless glance, but turned several snowflakes, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

"you are wrong."

The sigh that had been silent for a long time was filled with a sense of sadness in his downcast eyes.

The fingertips of the snow-like beauty condensed, and they brushed the body of the world of mortals pitifully, frowning, moved their lips, and gradually faded out a sentence of coldness and indifference that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"She didn't leave. She came back. I came back too. Come back and pick you up... Go back."

☆, 59. Qing Han Shang Yin