The air in the Lotus Dojo was condensed.

The Heavenly Venerable Law Statue that fell down with a majestic momentum attracted everyone's attention.

So much so that many people didn't see the scene of the white-haired Taoist priest standing up.

The "sin pulling" in the hands of the woman Gu Tianzun shone brightly, and everyone held their breath, worried about whether Fuyao could take this sword head-on.

In the moment of lightning, Zhou You has swept out.

This sword, he learned from Xu Zang.

The art of hiding the sword.

Dealing with the world, worldly principles, the man who learned the sword taught himself a lot without revealing a trace...... A person can be high-profile, but his edge must be restrained and hidden out of everyone's sight.

The moment it is unsheathed, it doesn't matter how grand the light is.

Pay attention to the fast, accurate, and ruthless kills with one hit.

So Zhou You hid the "sin pulling" in his sleeve.

The handing out of this sword did not look like a dignified duel, but rather like a well-planned assassination......

But Ning Yi, who was standing on the top of the Lotus Dao platform, knew that a sword in Zhou You's sleeve was by no means a despicable and shameless sneak attack, let alone an indiscriminate attack.

Zhou You has been holding his sword still.

This is the moment that awaits.

Both men knew that the power of this sword was too great to stop.

So the moment the sword comes out, Fuyao will definitely avoid it.

So the trip created a moment of inescapability.

Fuyao chooses a hard joint and hands the sword to Tianzun.

Then she was completely stabbed by the "plucking of sin".

The blood of this sword has been carefully calculated, and the game of catching and killing has the right time, place, and people...... and many other factors.

And a little bit of luck, and cunning.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little dazed.

He saw the person he was familiar with in the figure where Zhou You handed out the sword...... If it were Xu Zang, he would probably do the same, wouldn't he have done the same? Hide the sharpest sword in the most unexpected place.

Fatal with one hit.

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"This sword is so ruthless. ”

Yun Xun, the head of the Intelligence Department, saw this scene, and his eyelids jumped fiercely.

"Good. ”

Mo Shou just said one word succinctly.

The head of the Law Enforcement Division was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and said seriously: "If it were me, I might die." ”

Pulling out sin is an innate spiritual treasure that can cut off karma.

As long as the man with the sword can afford to pay the price, there is nothing that cannot be cut off...... This sword attracted the attention of Momori from the moment it appeared, and he remembered that the general's mansion Yinjun who was suppressed by his own hands in Yangping Dongtian, the Law Enforcement Division had tried many methods, but they could not kill Yinrou.

Even if Moshou's personal battle is in, he can only suppress it.

If he can get the "Pull Out the Sin", like Yinrou of Yangping Dongtian, he should not be able to resist this kind of killing power.

The thousand-year-old sword of the Taoist Sect can even kill "things that cannot be killed".

Mo Shou stared at the "sin pulling" of Zhou You for a long time, and the invisible coercion on the sword body was extremely realistic, and he could see him sitting in the audience, his expression full of solemnity...... But even at such a close distance, he didn't see that the sin in Gu Tianzun's hand was a cover.

He didn't even notice that Zhou You's sleeve was hiding such a sharp edge.

What made Mo Shou even more unexpected was that he really hit the "Fuyao" of this sword, and it didn't seem to be cut through the flesh by the sword qi.

If it were him, he would be dead.

But Fuyao is not him after all.

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On the Lotus Dojo, Gu Tianzun's Dharma was fragmented.

The divinity that fell from the sky roared down.

Pieces of divinity, like falling flowers and dead leaves, fall on the shoulders of the two people who travel and shake.

The tip of the sword pierced Fuyao's left chest, piercing through his back.

That's where a person's heart is.

If a sword, pierced from the left chest, comes out of the back...... Then such a sword is enough to kill anyone in this world, even the emperor.

Because the sword qi will pierce the heart.

Pierce the heart, and the person will surely die.

But Fuyao is not a "person".

From the moment it was picked up, Luojiashan was determined...... She was different from mortals.

She's a demigod.

Fuyao's face turned pale, her brows furrowed in pain, and her big red lips pursed tightly.

The flesh and blood in his chest were shattered by the sword qi, and the meridians were broken.

The sword pierced through her chest, and the sword aura sent a scarlet mist out of her back.

But alas...... It just pierced her chest.

Zhou You's expression was a little subtle, and he handed over the sword, which should have been relieved to accept the fruits of victory...... But his eyes were even more solemn, and his divine thoughts and sword qi swept out together, and he could see clearly the structure in Fuyao's body at this moment.

The white-haired Taoist priest muttered, "Monster ......"

The blood in Fuyao's body does not carry starlight, but divinity, so her meridians are several times wider than those of ordinary people.

However, such a wide meridian can only be used for the flow of divinity, and it cannot fly turbulently, and every blood movement of Fuyao will bring her vitality dozens of times stronger than ordinary people.

If nothing else, even if Fuyao doesn't practice...... She can also live for more than two hundred years.

Mortals will be born, old, sick and die, but she will not, her blood can withstand the cold, resist the heat, blend with the divinity, and always maintain a constant temperature.

Mortals' hearts will fail, and they will die of old age.

Neither will she.

Because she'...... There is no heart at all.

The position on the left chest is empty, filled with flesh and blood.

Zhou You's divine thoughts and sword qi were delivered together, and all he saw was a patch of scarlet.

The sword qi pierced her chest, but it couldn't end her life.

She is a heartless person.

Fuyao's face turned pale, and she slowly opened her eyes, and there was darkness in her eyes, no sadness or joy.

She stretched out a hand and held the hilt of Zhou You's sword, and the two of them seemed to be hugging each other, so intimate that they were like loving Taoist couples, so Zhou You's killing sword pierced deeper, and the tip of the sword pierced to the end, bringing out a pool of blood, and the tattered white robe was already red.

Fuyao hugged the tour tightly.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in her eyes.

The last layer of the sacred treasure has been revealed.

The white-haired Taoist priest's pupils contracted slightly, and he was forced to hug "Fuyao", and a huge pressure hit him from all directions, squeezing into his body, even his mouth and nose.

The divinity swallowed him up like a tidal wave.

Zhou You's eyes narrowed, he clenched his fists, only to find that it was all in vain...... He is like a drowning person trapped in the depths of the sea, unable to escape from this majestic abyss of divinity.

His own King Kong physique made a clicking sound.

Through a layer of robes, the surface of the skin is blooming and shattering one by one......

He took a deep breath.

The sword qi that drew the sword of sin continued to urge.

No matter how reluctant he is...... In the end, it was still caught in the battle of gas engines.

He was going to kill Fuyao before he killed himself.

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The two people hug each other, and the picture is quiet and pure.

The spectators outside the Lotus Dojo, seeing this scene, were like seeing two handsome and good-looking men and women, reunited after a long absence, and embraced like Taoist couples...... No one wants to let go.

Seventy-two peaks, some disciples looked at the picture of Tongtian Zhu, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

The female disciple of Luojia Mountain, looking at Zhou You's pale and handsome face, her face was faintly red and hot.

Some people have strange thoughts in their minds, if there is someone worthy of the Fuyao Mountain Lord of Luojia Mountain today...... So who else? It seems that there is really only Mr. Zhou You?

The girl and Ning Yi stood together, looking at this scene, there was only sadness in their eyes.

The lotus dojo, the falling divinity, the starlight, reflect each other.

Layers of falling flowers.

Fall on the circumference and Fuyao.

Fuyao unveils the last layer of divine treasure and uses all his power to "embrace" the tour.

On the body of the white-haired Taoist priest, the wisps of ignited Dao fire gradually fell from the trend of prosperity...... He kept urging the ancient sword of sin to draw, constantly burning his life, the sword qi shuttled back and forth, wandering around the body of Fuyao, the completely released "divine treasure", constantly entangled with divinity.

Pulling out sin is tied to death in flesh and blood, neither advancing nor retreating.

Unable to pull out.

Zhou You's breathing became hard, and he could feel the body temperature of the woman in front of him, which became hot, and it was not just the temperature of divinity...... also has his own sword qi.

Lock horns...... Lock horns......

The white-haired Taoist priest closed his eyes.

Sin burned his life, inch after inch of white hair grew out and fell down.

Ten years and ten years.

His expression was no longer painful, but became serene and calm.

The rate of breathing slowed down, as if in harmony with an invisible Dao method...... The wandering mind is like a lonely boat, twisting and turning back and forth in the rough sea.

The divinity of Fuyao cuts into the skin and sinks into the dantian.

It was an unprecedented rainstorm.

When the rainstorm stops...... Winners and losers are decided.

The long white hair that traveled around no longer grew, and fell to the ground.

The breeze blows, and the hair flutters.

He still maintained the posture of piercing the chest with a sword, but the movement of his arms was a little stiff.

Fuyao slowly withdrew from the last layer of "Shenzang", the intense pain pulled her consciousness back to reality, she hugged her tightly around, but at this moment her hands were no longer pulling, but pushing, pressing the other party's shoulders heavily, little by little pulling the "sin" out of her body.

The sword aura swirled and dissipated like smoke.

Fuyao opened his eyes, and the world in front of him was a little trance.

Her face was as pale as paper, she had bled too much, and the pain was still tangled in her chest.

A moment later.

The darkness gradually receded, and in front of Fuyao's eyes, the handsome face of the white-haired Taoist priest continued to overlap, and finally became clear.

Before he died, Zhou You had a hint of self-deprecation on the corner of his lips, as well as regret.

The battle is over.

The master of the sin, the longevity is exhausted, and the soul is returned to nothingness.

A long wind blows.

The youngest palace master of the Zixiao Palace of the Daoist Sect, his white hair was like snow and a waterfall, and his whole body was like a burned-out lamp ash.

Blow it away.

Fuyao's eyes blurred, looking at his enemies for many years...... At this point, it is more appropriate to say that it is a "close friend".

She stretched out a finger and gently touched the center of Zhou You's eyebrows.

The sky was full of ash and scattered into ashes.