Click.

The sound of a sword shattering.

The blade of the fine snow cracked open...... This voice sounded in Taizong's body.

Like the first stone that fell before an avalanche, the fall of this stone heralded an unstoppable collapse that followed, and the gap in the blade continued to expand in the continuous cracking sound...... It wasn't just the emperor who heard the voice.

Xu Zang's expression did not change in the slightest.

His eyes were still cold, a layer of frost covered his cheeks, and the frost of fine snow and his own dead air continued to spread.

From the moment he took the "fine snow", he saw the gap in this sword...... The world is not perfect, the plan is not as good as change, he is well aware of this truth, before stepping into the Chenglong Palace, he did not think that this battle would be helped by the "wildfire".

After stepping into the Chenglong Palace, he didn't expect it either...... The fine snow actually gave birth to a crack.

So when he handed out the sword, all the possible situations were in his prediction, and the best outcome was that everything went smoothly and should develop, he stepped into the imperial city and killed Emperor Taizong, who had lived for six hundred years.

And the worst ending ...... Naturally, there were all kinds of bad things in the middle.

Like what...... Wildfires could not shatter the royal luck of His Highness Chenglong.

For another example, after stepping into Nirvana, he is still far from being the emperor's opponent.

For another example, Taizong did not mean to let go of the "iron law" and "throne" at all.

There are countless possibilities, and in the end, there is only one straight line, and that straight line is smoother than all Xu Zang's expectations...... However, just as he was about to finish the kill, there was that slight change.

That may be subtle, but it can affect the overall situation.

The majestic dead breath trembled in the direction of indoctrination because of the notch of fine snow.

The dead breath that reached the emperor's heart produced a slight sway.

Xu Zang's sword stabbed at a point, and at this moment, the sword intent swayed, and the dead qi that gathered like a single was entwined and dispersed...... The heart, which was about to wither, was suddenly dispersed a lot by the impact.

Taizong's vitality evenly enveloped the "dead air".

If you want to kill the emperor in front of you, you must use a "sword".

It cannot be a "knife", nor can it be a "gun", "halberd", "stick", "stick", ...... Because only the sword is the sharpest and most powerful weapon.

The blade of the fine snow shattered.

That sharp air...... At this moment, the collapse is scattered.

......

......

Taizong breathed a sigh of relief, the pain in his chest was still superimposing, the ancient sword pierced through the heart, and the dead breath continued to linger, but at this moment, the feeling he gave was different.

It was like an unstoppable sword before.

After piercing, it nails dead air and invades the bone marrow.

At this moment, the blade of the sword shattered.

Celestial Maiden Scattered Flowers...... This chilling dead air was like a layer of frost, falling faintly in his blood, and it was covered with vitality in an instant.

Gather all the dead energy into one point, and you can knock yourself off the top of eternal life and nail yourself into the abyss of death.

And at the moment it is scattered...... The threat to oneself is greatly reduced.

He looked at the fine snow that pierced his chest, his voice hoarse, and muttered.

"It's a pity...... You can't kill me. ”

Xu Zang didn't laugh.

His eyes were very focused, and all his energy was on the sword.

"Is it...... the black-robed man replied lightly, his eyes drooped slightly, this sword is a thing given to him by the master, a symbol

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With the inheritance of the torch of the Xiaoshuang Mountain in Shu Mountain, the master once said to him...... Fine snow is the sharpest sword weapon in the world, but whether a sword cultivator is strong or not has nothing to do with the sword weapon.

It has to do with itself.

Sword in hand.

The sword is in the heart.

He walked in the four realms of the Great Sui for ten years, and in the past ten years, the fine snow has been put in the pavilion and has never been taken out...... For sword cultivation, what is important is not only the natal flying sword, but more importantly, the sword heart.

The first, second, and third realms of the sword qi realm are not very mysterious, and when you set foot on the life star, you can practice sword qi again...... What's more is to sharpen the sword heart, how clear a sword heart is, how strong the sword cultivation is.

Over the years, from birth to death, from death to life.

Xu Zang's sword heart had already fallen a layer of frost and snow, and it was white, and all the mortal desires were dead.

Mount Tai collapsed in front and the color remained unchanged, and the elk was on the left and the eyes were not instantaneous.

At the moment when the fine avalanche collapsed, he did not stop the delivery of dead air, but worked harder.

The blades of the sword cracked one by one, and Zhao Rui forged fine snow and used the "frost-patterned steel" of the demon clan, which is a rare material in the world, and at this moment it scraped with Taizong's flesh and blood, making a piercing sound - in this piercing sound, Xu Zang's hands pressed the hilt of the sword, and continued to push little by little, and the emperor's back was already a whole stone wall.

The stone face of the stone wall has been pierced and nailed into by the tip of the sword of fine snow.

The hilt has already been delivered to the point where it is no longer deliverable.

And when Xu Zang handed the sword from the beginning, he had a ...... I can't wait to put my hands into Taizong's heart.

Now the sword is shattered.

And so he did.

The Emperor's pupils contracted violently, he lowered his head, his shoulders sagging loosely, the previous two smashing swords unloaded the strength of his arms, so that he had no power to resist the scene in front of him now—

Xu Zang tricked into his chest.

The blade of the fine snow continued to shatter, and the dead qi was no longer as sharp and sharp as a sword.

After the sword shattered, the majestic dead air was like a sledgehammer.

Crash down.

The stone wall of the main hall of the Chenglong Hall made a dull explosion.

Immediately after, Taizong's chest was cramped, and the pain was even more intense than before...... He lowered his head and looked at the black-robed man who was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, forcibly piercing the entire sword through his body, and plunging his hands into his flesh.

He understood Xu Zang's thoughts.

Fine snow was the man's most important sword.

But it's not the only sword.

Even if the fine snow breaks...... Xu Zang is also not short of swords.

He himself is the straightest, sharpest, sharpest sword in the world.

Now the sword pierced into Taizong's chest, and in just two breaths, the emperor's face changed for a while, and the frost and snow shrouded all year round spread out in front of Xu Zang...... So Xu Zang, who had been wandering outside the Tiandu City for more than ten years, finally saw the face of this mysterious emperor.

Xu Zang smiled.

Very ordinary face, nothing particularly noteworthy.

The emperor's face was covered with a layer of white frost at this moment, and a real snowflake condensed into the center of his eyebrows, and the cold frost fell all over his body, especially his own heart...... Tiandu City ushered in the late autumn of the four seasons, and he ushered in the most tragic winter in his life.

"Look...... I can kill you. ”

Xu Zang smiled, his smile was no longer cold at this moment, but a little like the warm sun in spring.

The bones of his body were cold.

But that sword heart was red-hot and piping hot.

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His life was dying, and time seemed to be a little too harsh on this lonely man, and his black hair turned white, and his gray hair regained cream.

Xu Zang and Zhou You are close friends, and they are also the only Taoist friends in this world.

Maybe it's fate, maybe it's a mockery of fate...... At this moment, his aura is very similar to that of the white-haired Taoist priest in the Lotus Dojo who is burning his life and fighting to the death, in the thousands of years of history of the Great Sui, there are a few different fallen leaves, because the moment of fall is so amazing that people ignore it...... Their life is actually very short.

Xu Zang's hands were slowly groping in the flesh and blood of the emperor's chest, and he seemed to have touched something hot, blazing hot.

It's the heart.

He pinched his heart in both hands that beat like the sun...... Even fine snow couldn't break this heart, and his own hands naturally couldn't crush it directly.

The fine snow was already ruined at this moment, the blade of the sword was shattered, and the frost-patterned steel of the highest rank in the world of the demon clan could not kill the emperor...... The hilt of the sword was nailed into the stone wall, and the whole sword came out of its body.

But at this moment, Xu Zang is a sword.

A brand-new, death-bound sword.

Pull the emperor along...... The qi of the two people gradually fell, and then fell, and the emperor's hands were lifted with difficulty, extremely slowly, little by little, and rested on Xu Zang's shoulders, his expression painful and gloomy.

The wildfire in the Chenglong Hall is still burning.

The ancient sword left by Pei Min was nailed into the emperor's neck at this moment, and a snowflake fell on the hot hilt.

"Snort".

White mist rises.

The extreme cold collides with the extreme heat.

The wildfires gradually extinguished, the frost and snow fell, and the beings of heaven and earth were dead silent.

It's not just the most central emperor and Xu Zang.

Sitting at the highest point of the main hall, the hooded girl on the stone steps, there was also a layer of ice chips on the black gauze skirt, her cold teeth chattered slightly, her hands were wrapped around her arms, and the whole person curled up...... Xu Zang's final sword was really only a little short of killing the emperor.

Taizong couldn't even suppress a trace of his mind.

She could stand up at this moment, but the hall was too cold, and the frost and snow fell on her skin as if it were in blood.

This is a sword intent that is countless times more powerful than the Sword Lake Palace Drifting Snow Sword Monarch.

There are some similarities with the artistic conception of "drifting snow" in Jianhu Palace.

But it is fundamentally different.

Xu Zang's sword intent is a simple word.

"Dead".

This is a sword intent that transcends the natural artistic conception of "ice" and "snow", life and death are the greatest avenues in the world, and no one can violate them.

The burning of the "wildfire" in the void was crushed and extinguished by this sword intent.

On a cold day, the sword qi fell.

Also huddled in the main hall were a young man and a woman.

Ning Yi's lips were pale, and he woke up from a coma, and the cold chill suppressed him, making him unable to even get up.

He looked at the two figures against each other in a daze.

Xu Zang turned his back to himself.

In the main hall.

The shoulders of the two figures were covered with heavy snow.

Xu Zang's consciousness continued to sink and sink again......

Taizong's eyelids fell slightly.

Two people, closing their eyes at the same time.

Chenglong Palace, a dead silence.

Only the frost and snow howled.

Not much.

A human life burned to the end and was completely reduced to an ice sculpture.

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