The fierce barge fire melted the sudden ice and snow and poured it into a torrential downpour. The holy sword killing commandment is held in the clutches of the devil, although each sword is very mysterious, but it is restrained by the attribute of the holy weapon, and it is difficult for the Buddha swallowing boy to do all the work.

On the other hand, Jian Xue is nameless, and although Zhu Yan is an evil sword in his hand, he is actually in common with the demon fetus at this moment. The outer Buddha and the inner demon make it like an arm, and it is sharp and unstoppable for a while.

However, due to the reservation of the sword snow, the sword duel was stalemate for a while. However, as if the scheming incarnation of the Buddha swallowing boy, knowing that the situation is unfavorable, the frowning brows are already not calculated.

The killing cleavage crack was slowed down, the magic robe was stained with blood, and the Buddha swallowing boy suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhu Yan, and did not look at the bleeding wound, but smiled: "With Zhu Yan and my hands, you made a wrong choice." ”

Therefore, the blood of the lord was poured out, and Zhu was disgusted with evil qi and awakened the evil spirit of the demon fetus.

Under the dark green evil atmosphere, the sword snow's movements were chaotic, and the hand holding the sword seemed to be unstable. The Buddha Swallowing Boy seized the opportunity, held Zhu Yan and pulled it inward, and the killing commandment took advantage of the situation to catch the wind and quickly deliver it.

"Uh......"

The chaos increased and hesitated, and the dark green shadow disappeared instantly, and it was too late to dodge. The shadow of the sword fluttered in the rain, the cold light shone on the eyes, and the killing admonition brushed the elbow, leaving a bloody stain on the eyes.

The sudden pain awakened the gradually dull consciousness, Jian Xue's nameless mind settled, and he pulled back Zhu Yan with strength, and then in the middle of returning to the sword, he unexpectedly came to the sword.

"Snow Sword Dance. ”

"The sunset is windy. ”

Jian Xue stomped violently under his feet, and the rain around him was like a curtain upside down, and countless ice picks stabbed sharply at the Buddha Swallowing Boy. At the same time, the red mangs above Zhu Yan were even hotter, and they were forced to come.

Caught off guard that the crisis was coming, the Buddha swallowing boy still responded calmly, the sword led the wind and fire to help offset the sharp ice thorns, and the agile horizontal killing commandment was on the neck, blocking Zhu Yan.

"Keep your hands at this time, what are you still looking forward to, Jian Xue?"

The curved and tenacious holy sword, the straight but hesitant evil soldier, one horizontal and one vertical, converged in front of the neck vital half an inch, and the murderous intent was lost.

Finding that the opponent was still retained, as if consciously provocative, the Buddha Devouring Boy's palm method of heart erosion demon fire forced back the sword evil, and sneered at the absurd move: "Do you want to kill and save again?"

Don't lose the grace of giving a name, the unforgettable love of tasting the flute, and not allowing the past friendship to be desecrated, Jian Xue's nameless eyes were cold, and the sword light of the hand dance became more and more resolute: "You are not qualified to call me like this." ”

"I'm not qualified enough, what about the sword sealing Zen, isn't it him?"

"Do you deserve him?!"

The fleeting appearance blurs the line between friend and foe. The mood of anger and disorder cannot be clarified, and the only way to make the sword faster and more desperate is to force the sword of life and death to the extremes of one wave after another.

The wind and snow of the riot turned into rain under the flames, and it was extremely confusing. In the chaotic scene, the bright red shadow laughed loudly, and the sword was fierce, and it was a demonic desire to devour the Buddha.

"Sword Demon, don't let him influence your judgment, don't let him influence your decisions. You were determined enough to save you and him, remember. ”

Suddenly, the words of the sword monk's solemn advice echoed in his mind, and Jian Xue lowered his head and looked at it, and Zhu Yan in his hand was also an exhortation from others who wanted to help succeed.

Even if it is doomed to lose one person's life, in exchange for an empty future. But, at least, that's a free choice......

In reality, the time seems to be stretched indefinitely, rejecting the arrival of a moment of despair. However, at the moment when Jian Xue made up his mind, Zhu Yanhong burst out with terrifying power, showing the determination of the feathered demon fetus.

The two swords met sonorously, the snow fell on a thousand shadows, and the red lotus was dazzling. After a short period of silence, the sword snow that emptied his mind, Zhu Yan turned around again and had no regrets, and he ran like a spark to break the killing commandment, and the sky was cold for a while.

The distance is only one zhang, and the old man is empty. I couldn't bear to see the sad scene, Jian Xue's nameless eyes were half-closed, and as soon as one hand was released, Zhu Yan was already looking back, and he absolutely stabbed at the Buddha swallowing boy.

"Huh!"

"Hmm......"

The cold heartfelt laughter, the overlapping grief and insoluble pain, and the unexpected scene are frozen. The fiery blood-spattered sword actually pierced the sword evil heart.

The hot blood dripped down the sword body into the white ice water and snow, burning the two souls together. It's as if whoever is declaring that there is no choice between the two from the start.

Unwillingly, he realized in an instant, and Jian Xue's confused eyes on one knee returned to clear and clear, and even the last sorrow was not enough to vent, leaving only a low sigh of regret.

"It turns out that a qiē has long been destined to ......"

"Even the sword in your hand has betrayed you a long time ago...... It's really a sad trust for the devil. ”

It should have been a beautiful ending, but where did the plum fragrance waft from that disturbed the heart?

The Buddha-swallowing boy sank his words, staring at the one-kneeling demon fetus in front of him, and after inexplicably losing his mind, he showed a gentle and cruel smile.

The snow falls in the fire, the sound of the water is pleasant, the red snow is miserable, and the picture is strange. The dilapidated mountain temple, the ice and rain poured the magic fire. After the lore, between the two who watched quietly, there were only cold laughter and tears of broken thoughts.

Suddenly, the fiery red shadow resolutely drew his sword, and the moment of demon blood gushing out of the chest of the man in the ink shirt was frozen into a desperate scene!

"Silly Jianxue, I lied to you. ”

In a word, the old relationship between the two people was cut off, and the thoughts that should not be stored were broken...... But it also aroused unprovoked anger.

"How dare you lie to me!"

The furious mountain spirit, dressed in blood-colored red silk, flickered by, snatched the dark green shadow that was about to lose its vitality, and immediately came to the back of the Buddha Swallowing Boy like a ghost, and fell on the back of the demon with a fierce knife.

The bloody blade, exuding a fresh aroma, is very contradictory. The inexplicable killing intent is resolute, and the unfathomable laurel order makes the Buddha swallowing boy shocked. Zhu is tired of the form of the sword, Huo Ran changes like a gun, and he has a block on his back.

Clinker, the swift shadow of the internal solid and the external escape, is unguardable. One move, but only one move, Zhegui Ling cut the flesh, and saw the demon blood splashing like a spring, and the Buddha swallowing boy was unable to support it, and he helped Zhu Yi to stand on the ground.

The self-deprecating, pale-faced demon still did not forget his original mission, and rose up the only remaining strength to chase the demon blood to the realm where the alien degree would rise.

The blood of the demon fetus will be forgiven, and the fire-like sky scenery comes into view, and Bai Xiu is too lazy to make up for another blow, and coldly snorts and turns into a blood shadow.

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In the distant sun, moon and earth, the forgiveness of the road gradually stopped, and the other world began to connect. The stratum sinks, and the mountains that rise into the clouds are raised. Strangely drastic changes, spatial turbulence everywhere, causing a distorted scene.

"Xenomorphic Demon Realm, ......"

Even if he didn't witness it with his own eyes, the sudden temperature change still made Wen Renran, who was standing in Yuanjiao Village, understand what was going on in the hardship. It's just that the precept-breaking monk in front of him at this moment made the swordsman even more curious, and directly asked the question that he had been holding back for a long time: "The sword monk watched the whole process, why didn't he help?"

"The answer is already in your heart, isn't it? The choice between Zhu Yan and Lian Yan is just two different possibilities. However, the entry of the demon world into the world is inevitable. ”

"If only I knew Zhu Yan'......"

"Huh?"

Halfway through the words, Wen Renran took the initiative to swallow it. If he really chooses Lotus Chen, maybe it will be a more cruel ending for Jian Xue...... There's nothing to regret.

I thought that eradicating the holy trace in advance would allow for a period of time to slowly solve the problem of the two evils. Who would have thought that the demon was one step faster, and he didn't even have time to ask someone to take care of the seal of the Xuanzong of Yunshan.

Wen Renran paused, pressed the chaotic thoughts, and turned to the point: "The alien demon realm has entered the world, if it is not bad as I expected, Xuanzong is afraid that it has been sealed by the evil again, and I ask the sword monk to help." ”

"Mountain monks have their own free time. But it will not be easy to awaken the evildoers. ”

"I understand, but somebody will do it......"

The flow is a force that can't avoid direct contact, and when he heard that people were fearless, he nodded and said, "The sword monk has agreed." I also have to hurry up and go to Xiaoshan to take Jian Xue back to Jiufeng Lotus. ”

"Hmm...... You need to keep an eye out for the other fetus. ”

The sword monk Xuanlian suddenly said solemnly, and when he saw the confusion on his face, he opened his mouth to explain, "The demon fetus is transformed from the demon body into the Buddha body, leaving the most primitive demon element. The body is a demon, but it also has the most holy Buddha energy. The man's aura was very strange...... Although I don't know where his Buddha body has gone, and I don't know what your plans are, but the next move is very likely to make him feather again. ”

"I remembered. ”

The past of Xiaoshan Mountain Spirit is too complicated, and the relationship between Mu Lingshan and Baixiu is difficult to describe clearly, so I have to add: "However, I only admit that he is Xiaoshan Mountain Spirit." ”

"Something is close to your own body, but you are confused?"

Wen Renran smiled brightly, shook his head and replied, "No, I know very well how to deal with it, and I will never repeat the mistakes of the past." There is a sword monk who is worried. ”

"The world is treacherous and changeable, how difficult is it to never move your heart? ”

"Please. ”

The sun is shining, the snow is gone, and the swordsman and the woman have gone. A gust of hot wind blew, dispersing the old feelings and hatreds, and it seemed to start a new game.

In the hot and humid environment, it is difficult to determine the inexplicable restless mind, and suddenly realize that the time to enter the WTO is approaching. Take a sip of turbid wine, the mountain monk of the idle clouds and wild cranes, forget himself and reminisce, as if he is reluctant to mourn, and his idle life is gone......

"Fade away, become a righteous cloud person, redress and hang the name of the sword, and be merciful and murderous. ”

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