The Sword Dynasty

"You are much more injured than me."

An indifferent voice with strong confidence also sounded in this extremely cry.

It's hard for Shen Xuan to believe that he can survive the just-killed game.

But he is indeed alive.

And he understands that the biggest reason why he can live is not because of the battle, but because of the swords that Ding Ning cut.

Although he is alive now, he has felt that he has died many times since he entered his ancestral home.

Resurrection from death brings him unimaginable confidence.

No hesitation.

He made a sword.

The gray and blood-colored natal sword in his hand seemed to disappear into the air at the moment of cutting out.

However, at this moment, the fragment of Xuanyue Scimitar that shattered into countless pieces appeared a layer of grayness.

It's like gray moss growing on the wet tiles, but some red is growing on the gray moss, just like the red cores growing out of these gray moss.

At this time, Shen Xuan was seriously injured. However, because of his great confidence, the sword's meaning of this sword was actually the most perfect sword after he became the master of the Dafushui prison.

The gray moss is full of endless dark taste, but also contains a kind of flying wings, unrestrained joy.

These two very different flavors rushed to the body of the war in the moment when the mortal of the war mortal was destroyed, but the connection with itself was not completely broken.

Zhan Mo He pointed with his right hand, and in the stern cry, a sharp knife flew diagonally upward from his abdomen, and the already thin world of vitality was squeezed out by him.

Puff Puff Puff Puff...

The shattered scimitar fragments burned like a golden glow, burning out all the mottled gray moss.

At the same time, however, Zhan Mo He made a more stern cry.

His eyes were covered with gray.

It was like covering his eyes with thick moss.

His eyes were blind.

In a space in which this perception is not necessarily accurate, the eyes are blind again. For a practitioner, the judgment of the outside world is completely lost, not to mention the true element and the spirit of heaven and earth in the body of Zhan Mo have been squeezed to the limit. .

However, at this moment, Ding Ning, who was reluctant to sit up, also sighed, reaching for a light sword, and at the same time said: "year-old eclipse!"

This is the strongest sword among the swordsmanship repaired by Shen Xuan. At this time, the action will definitely affect his injury and cause greater damage to his body.

However, perceiving Ding Ning's faint sword intent, Shen Xuan didn't hesitate any more, and with a deep stern drink, his disappearing natal sword appeared in the air, as Ding Ning's sword intent meant, almost Flying straight upward.

The sword intertwined with red and gray suddenly appeared dense and uneven mottled marks, just like the years caused the sword to erode.

A loud bang.

A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye spread out above his sword, first a white air wave, and then it turned into a golden aperture.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing raised their heads with difficulty. They were shocked to see that there was something falling in the air above the golden aperture, which did not seem to have anything before.

That's a well edge.

It was the edge of the well under the giant tree that had disappeared.

At this time, the well exudes golden light, just like the magic weapon of the legendary god Buddha rolling the devil, filled with a kind of majestic and magnificent atmosphere, which can not be resisted.

There is no sound.

Shen Xuan's natal sword passes through the center of this well, and the two seem to have no touch at all.

However, the tip of the sword passed through the upper edge, and the mottled marks on the sword that had been eroded by the years receded. It was like being washed. The whole sword was clean and new, but it was violently oscillating. I don't know how many times the shock.

As the well fell, the golden light disappeared quickly, turning gray, like gray moss.

Shen Xuan's body fell down, puffing out a cloud of blood mist, no longer able to support standing firm, and slumped to the ground.

The original fall in the air seemed extremely slow, but at this moment it was crashing to the ground, and it was falling at the disappearance of the living spring.

In a dull loud noise, all the white sand at the bottom of the living spring, accompanied by the fragments of the falling Xuanyue Scimitar, splashed like a wave and swept out like a wave.

The tide swelled to several feet in front of them before finally exhausting and falling to the ground.

Shen Xuan also began to cough violently. Every time he coughed, blood foam spewed out of his lips and teeth uncontrollably. However, he looked at the war at the bottom of the golden tower and laughed.

Everyone can feel the meaning contained in Shen Xuan's laughter.

Very ridiculous, but more thankful.

In this space, apart from Shen Xuan's laughter, there was no other voice at first and suddenly became quiet.

Zhan Mohe didn't look at Shen Xuan, leaned on the golden tower behind him, and couldn't stand up at all. He just looked at Ding Ning like he looked at a real monster, and suddenly said, "What the hell are you?"

In the following moment, he laughed suddenly and madly, and the laughter grew louder.

Ding Ning did not answer.

At this time, Zhan Maha had already reached a desperate end, and it was impossible to even produce another sword, but he smelled a trace of danger in such laughter.

His brow curled up involuntarily, and the handle had fallen weakly on the last flower residual sword lying in front of him. The thin white flowers flashed with difficulty, trembling, and difficult to flutter, like a dragonfly in the wind The same, flying towards the battle.

No matter what the meaning of Samurai's laughter was, he wanted to kill Samara at the first moment.

"Broken Wushuang Wind and Rain Sword...separate Zheng Xiu's vitality from Jianshan Sword, use the prohibition here to seal the mountain...kill Gu Huai, and then break the back road left by Wu's...and display Wang Jingmeng's sword again Yi... The successor of Wang Jingmeng is really so strong, is he really stronger than the whole sky?"

Looking at the remnant sword that flew towards him, there was no change in the crazy look in the eyes of Zhan Mo. He laughed wildly and looked at Ding Ning, "But you think that you can really break this completely. What's the matter... Since I'm exhausted, I can't get this eternal medicine, so let's die together!"

In such a voice, when the end of the final flower sword flew to him a foot, the sea of ​​air inside him made a crackling sound.

The last destructive force belonging to him rushed out of his back, broke his spine, carrying flesh and bones, and rushed on the golden tower behind him.

A loud bang.

A hole appeared in the golden tower he leaned against.