The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Swinging sleeves is dusty and the world is cold, swinging swords and clouds is light and hard to calm down.

A smear of broken snow, a stroke of light ink, a little bit of greenery, outlines the unparalleled beauty in the world, and the sunken eyes, amidst the fluttering sword shadow, awe-inspiringly provoke extremely murderous intent.

The sword is the heart, and the heart is the sword.

The killing smell that couldn't be hidden in the wind, and the coldness that couldn't be covered by the sword, undoubtedly came from the silent anger of the swordsman.

No matter how much she refused to admit it, at this moment Hongchen sighed and moaned, it was definitely not just for Nan Sixian's revenge.

Ten years a dream.

Half a sliver of remnant soul, although there is still a glimmer of life, but in the end it is because of the person and demon in front of him.

However, it was because of this kind of lowly martial arts.

I, who was born free and acted according to my nature, has fallen too far.

The scorching and stuffy feeling like a simmering fire wells up in my heart, Ji Xue's figure moves again, and the sword has opened the realm of nothingness.

"Sword, invisible."

The same sword intent in the wind, but different bloodthirsty sword moves.

The chic and elegant Feng WuXing fell into the hands of her who is only me and sword.

It's because the pleasure is still there, it's the weirdness that doesn't change, but the passive and lethargic flow of the wind has become a scene of extremely domineering and arbitrary.

a time.

The aura of emerald color in the sky suddenly changed dramatically, its direction was unpredictable, and it clearly revealed the killing intent, condensing the end of the wind on the two of Shenghua.

Ji Xue touched the ground with her toes, her steps were light and refined.

The slender and flawless hands mysteriously followed the trajectory of the wind, grasping, hooking, chopping, stabbing obliquely...

Where there is wind, there is sword.

People, at the side, the wind, at the ribs, and the sword, at the deadly corner, can't dodge or avoid it, in the world of killing filled with blue, there are all swords in front of you!

What is the ultimate swordsman...?

When Master Shenghua really faced an intact person and used this crazy sword move, he only felt that this should be the ultimate.

In order to survive, the silver hook and jade pen in his hand is already a crazy book and splashing ink beyond the limit.

however.

A hundred layers of restrictions, a thousand layers of protection.

In front of that elusive green sword, it was like paper, and it couldn't stop it even for a moment, a breath, or an instant.

Seeing red everywhere hurts the soul.

This woman only blinked an eye when she made a move, and he, who is confident that his cultivation is not bad, has already stepped half of his foot into the door of death.

As for the little red-haired female devil, it was even more unsightly.

The whole monster is like a doll sunk in the wind, being toyed and applauded by the fierce hurricane, only to see red snow all over the ground cool alone.

It's not going to work like this, just say something to delay the time!

No matter how much nonsense the villain talks nonsense, it will only give others a chance to cheer up.

And the words and deeds revealed by the wise man's mouth are not only an invisible restraint, but also a magic weapon to reverse the unfavorable situation of the battle.

Believe it.

It was another time when there was a wind mark on his chest, and there was no need to delay.

Sheng Hua's mouth is the trump card that has been hidden for a long time: "Girl, please move slowly, there is still one word about the life and death of the sword demon."

Magnetic and with a somewhat spare tone.

He is good at observation, and with just a few short actions, he knows exactly what information is more suitable for the person in front of him.

This is just a little woman who is fascinated by the beauty of the sword demon!

Knowing the truth of the sword demon and the fact that it is absolutely impossible to eradicate it, the intelligence and handling methods in his heart will undoubtedly make him invincible forever.

Master Shenghua thought so, and put on a smug smile again, expressing it so bluntly.

pity.

The disappearance of the smile was faster than when it appeared, and it shook people's hearts even more.

Hearing the information about the sword demon from him, the sword dance in the wind didn't even weaken at all, and still mercilessly moved faster with each sword.

How can this be? !

Could it be that what he said was too vague and was ignored by the other party...?

"Well……!!!!!"

With a suppressed muffled groan, Master Shenghua covered the blood redness of his missing left arm, staggered backwards and yelled out with trembling heart.

"You can't kill me!"

"The Sword Demon can't disappear. If you want to save that little girl, you can't kill me!"

No matter how stupid she was, she couldn't understand such a clear statement...

stop.stop it.

Why doesn't she stop? !

Will die will die will die will die will die will die will die will die will die will die...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The sword in the wind is pure ignorance, and it is also the extreme despair that envelops the heart. The terrified and tearful Shenghua Daoist has tried his best, and he can't redeem his fate that he is destined to be buried with that person.

Click.

Crack clack clack clack.

The silver hook jade pen that has been cultivated together for hundreds of years, and the silver hook jade pen that has been with us for a lifetime, finally shattered into little crystals in the merciless cold wind.

The right hand that was pressing on the wound on the broken part of the left arm suddenly stretched out, took a few steps forward and scratched randomly, but it was useless and could not grab anything.

Followed by.

His right arm was also hanging alone in the air, and he could no longer listen to it. His body seemed to have lost his balance, and he tilted weakly to the left, and then fell to the ground after completely losing support.

In the end, he gave a sad and indignant glance, mixed black and white.

Eyes full of snow, holding endless emerald green, that is a ruthless person, but also a ruthless sword, leaving a touch of supernatural beauty.

The world of mortals sighed in vain.

The cold wind is gone, the cold sword is out, the wind marks in the snow are plundered with a happy kill, and the blood falls in an instant, and the most beautiful sword draws a thousand years of sinking.

"Victory is what she can do, and defeat is the sorrow of the sword demon. Whether or not she really disappears, so what."

The white jade hand is lightly wiped, and in the magnificent blue mist, it turns into the world of mortals and sighs into the invisible. The swordsman's gentle steps step over the cruel corpse that is not human.

Ji Xue's tone was still extremely indifferent, without any emotion.

The lingering and drooping purple eyes have also suppressed the color of emotions that can be seen by others, leaving only pure and flawless arrogance and indifference.

Just like... the loneliness that sank for a thousand years at the beginning.

can.

That is a kind of poor self-deception.

Although I don't know why she managed to hypnotize herself, but from the angle of her feet, it is very clear, the delicate and beautiful red in the eyes...

When that girl really becomes a sword demon.

How exciting is this cold face that ignores everything?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

The corners of the mouth are raised, which is also the stillness of life, the disguise of a fake smile for a lifetime, and in the end it is still morbid madness, unable to remember the original intention of the Dao.

***

A certain place is full of simple tombs with red silk hanging high, and the faint unquenchable fire flickers with dim light amidst the restless vibrations.

"The sacrificial offering has not been completed, Master Shenghua is dead, half of Xuantian City, this time, I'm afraid it can only help you escape from the seal of the Immortal Formation, and you need to find another way to recover your body."

The deep voice is familiar and pleasant, but it also overflows with obvious deep sadness in the confession of hidden struggle.

The pain piercing into the palm is the entanglement of mixed feelings, and the smell of blood in the mouth is the persistence regardless of the cost, which melts in the bottom of my heart.

The future that was once called salvation is now just a reckless executioner...

What an irony...

"Oh? Can't you bear it with mere ants in a city? The look in your eyes when you look at Zhenshi is far from limited to this level."

Enjoying the pure soul energy gathered from Xuantian City, the person lying in the coffin narrowed his eyes comfortably, and teased the girl wrapped in the green long robe engraved with Taoist runes.

bump!

A fist hammered hard on the coffin.

Yun Yun contains the essence of Daoism and Confucianism, and the spiritual power drums in the air, setting off ripples that seem to be real, and linger for a long time.

Silence is the sadness that can never look back, and the determination that will never look back.

For the future, and for a little wish, sacrifices are inevitable, and more sacrifices must continue.

No matter how deeply painful this may be...

"Bored human beings have already made up their minds to do evil. It would be better to abandon that useless kindness early, otherwise... nothing will be achieved!"

There was a light tut full of boredom, and the incomparably haughty tone of the man in the coffin lost its original meaning of teasing for some reason.

Did you see the shadow of her past from the mysterious girl, or did you recall the boundless despair of the collapse of the world on the face that lost color when you recalled the last sword?

Probably, both...

"...Don't worry about my business."

The scorching black light suddenly appeared, and the blue robe engraved with the Dao seal moved without wind, adding a bit of momentum to the tone that had cooled down again.

The person who was buried deep in the dark night murmured to himself towards the empty tomb where she was really the only one left.

"The time has come. After a thousand years of praying, let's fly high again, the world-destroying demon, the ghost emperor, and the white dusk crow."

***

Xuantian City, after the black sun sacrifice.

The huge formation enveloping the entire city finally disappeared with the death of Shenghua Daoist and the red-haired female devil.

Either the cultivation base is profound, or there is a secret treasure to protect the body, or it is protected by the senior teacher.

These cultivators who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, with various moods, got together in groups and rushed to the origin of the great change... the venue of the Three Realms Competition!

Who is it, or what is it...

After experiencing such a catastrophe, they suddenly lost their relatives, friends and homes, and they need an answer, a place to vent.

however.

This cruel world has always only made things worse, and there is no wonderful fantasy of seeing a rainbow after the storm.

When the magic treasures of various colors arrived at the venue of the Three Realms Competition, the black sun vortex had disappeared, and the corpses of Shenghua Daoist and the red-haired female demon had also disappeared.

There was only one woman standing there, a woman in white with her eyes tightly closed.

Beauty, peerless beauty.

Even in the world of comprehension, where handsome men and beautiful women emerge in endlessly, she is still a stunning beauty in the world that has taken away the elegance of the world.

She was wearing a thick white dress that was too old, yet solemn enough, and her slender waist was completely outlined by the emerald green jade belt.

Her fiery figure was obviously covered by a layer of thin clothes that looked like gauze and mist, but her chest was even more undulating and proud.

There are a few places of gorgeous golden long black hair in front of the forehead and around the ears, hanging down obediently along the back.

In the end, it was tied at the end with a touch of red gold thread, letting the cool evening breeze blow by, gently posing in a lovely arc.

The exquisite facial features with thousands of years of ancient rhyme are as perfect as if they have stepped out of an elegant ancient painting.

Just one glance is enough to make people extremely addicted, and it is difficult to stagger their sights.

Of course, this was just an evaluation before the woman opened her eyes.

It hasn't waited for everyone's eyes to be full, and they haven't waited for everyone to get rid of the absurd shock.

A pair of deep black pupils opened suddenly, a sinister smile hung on the corner of the mouth, a destructive force soaring into the sky.

All turned into the boundless fear that pierces the hearts of the people, subverting all unrealistic delusions.

Regal air.

It is an absolute superior who makes people want to kneel down and worship, and it is also an absolute dangerous creature whose survival instinct crazily urges everyone to stay away.

tread.

The first step is the death knell sounded by the god of death, and it is also the beginning of the second coming.

The delicate red lips soaked in blood were slightly opened seductively, and in the bitter wind that suddenly lifted the corners of the skirt, she viciously let out a sentence of madness that resounded through the world.

"Dirty human world, I, Ghost Emperor Bai Muya...is back again!"

☆, 61. Immortal Demon