A rain buried two lives, leaving behind silent grief, but it could not even do the most basic sacrifices. Standing alone in front of the grass mystery tomb of Tiannan Mountain, Changhe Nanxing mourned silently, full of pathos, and never left for a long time.

Seeing that Chang Nan Nan Xing was safe and worry-free, Shu Zhuying had no intention of accompanying him again, so he untied the key on his waist, handed it over to Chang Nan Xing's hand, and said: "This is the key to the ghost building, you return it to the Xingtian Master on my behalf." ”

"I see. ”

After putting away the key to the ghost building safely, after Chang Nanxing came back to his senses, he asked with a sad look on his face: "What will the seniors do next?"

"Do what interests you. ”

"Interest...... Are you going to challenge the evil gods?"

Seeing that Shu Zhuying hid the blood-stained ice moth sword body in the bamboo sheath again, Chang Nan Nanxing said worriedly: "The evil god is not easy, and the seniors should at least not hold the sword." ”

"This is considered a concern, Young Master Jin, your personality is really one day and one place compared to before. ”

Hearing this, he was particularly indifferent, Shu Zhuying put away the blood-stained ice moth, and his brows relaxed slightly: "The evil god is not the opponent of the poor eight extremes, even if he is good at a variety of secret techniques, and he is much stronger than the right protector of the Demon Sword Dao, he is still not afraid." In the past, poor Baji was seriously injured and dying, but he was still able to force him back. I want to try it without getting the blood ice moth, how many tricks it will take to defeat him. ”

"Senior...... Never worried about defeat?" The swordsman in front of him had a very different temperament from the person who resurrected him, and Chang Nan Nanxing couldn't help but ask with some doubts.

"This heart is always quiet, right and wrong, who can hide it? Not confined to one time, not confined to one life. Whatever you want, you can get real fun. ”

The end has already been set, and what Shu Zhuying does is just from the heart, but it is natural and comfortable. Chang Nan Xing saw that Shu Zhuying's idea was very strong, so he no longer dissuaded him, and sighed and reminded: "Half of the flowers are dead, and the poor are not out." The evil god has lost the checks and balances, and he will definitely make some moves. If the predecessor kills Banhuarong, it will definitely cause the evil god's idea, and you need to be careful of the evil tricks and tricks. ”

"The demon is sneaky and harmful, so let him not move again...... It's time for you to go back to Hanshiro. ”

"Alas, take care, seniors. ”

Collect the sword and go down the mountain, and the wind blows the leaves on the mountain road; Killing Xiao Suo is another funeral performance.

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The scorching sun is in the sky, killing the atmosphere and covering the wilderness, and the land of the extreme sun has been very hot recently, but it has come to kill the cold wind. In the past, the masters of the ten directions besieged the desperate place of the evil gods, and now the peak of the near peak of the sword burial is the first day, and there is a life-and-death battle that is unexpected by the master.

The evil god looked at the swordsman in front of him, and his heart was unspeakable. After Banhuarong's death, it was not that he was unwary of Shu Zhuying, but he never thought that the other party would come so quickly, and it was a sword gamble of life and death just one day apart.

As the pioneer of the Demon Sword Dao in the Central Plains, if it weren't for the fact that his brain intelligence was far superior to that of his colleague's right protector, the evil god would not have been entrusted with a heavy task by Zhutian, and he would have been able to save his life under the siege of many masters.

Thinking non-stop in his mind, what is the purpose of the evil god to explore the bamboo shadow, he looked back cautiously, and asked in a calm tone: "Shu Zhuying, you and I have no hatred in the past, and no grudge in the near future, what is the need for life and death to fight?"

The long sword and bamboo sheath touched the ground, and Shu Zhuying asked instead of answering: "Do you need me to give you a reason to die?"

"What do you mean?"

**'s provocation, which should be contemptuous, instantly angered the left evil sword. The fat face shook his flesh, and the skull crystal staff in the evil god's hand slammed into the ground, and said hatefully: "If you dare to insult me, you will have to pay the price with your life!"

The trembling sword intent suddenly erupted, and Shu Zhuying raised his sword to the person, nodded and said, "Oh? Isn't it just right to say this, why bother talking nonsense? ”

Hearing this, the evil god tried his best to suppress his anger and asked calmly, "...... What are you doing?!"

"I have to have a reason, huh...... Then I'll give you eighteen words. ”

"Nonsense, what the hell is your purpose?"

"Evil deeds, evil deeds, and evil deeds are all world-related disasters, how can they be kept?"

One word and one answer, the wind and horses and cows are not related. Opposing positions, nonsense is useless. Before Shu Leng's voice fell, Shu Zhuying was already a sword in the air. The famous blade of the world was not unsheathed, but there was a stunning and dazzling sword light to take a photo in the air, opening the noon battle.

The first sword has no move and no name, fast, accurate, ruthless, absolute, and the misty sword shadow that is difficult to distinguish between virtual and real is counted as much as the opponent retreats from the back hand, as if the person is trapped in the cage of the sword, and passively solves the move. Seeing this, the evil god's eyes froze, and the skull crystal staff was in the bamboo sheath, vowing to fight hard.

Seeing that the shadow of the bamboo was young, the evil god was victorious with a foundation, and the rolling evil power burst out with a breath, and pressed back: "If you look for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The evil force is surging to block the pass, the sparse bamboo shadow heart is a test sword, not fighting for the foundation, the cold front on the tip of the cane sword is lightly slashed, and the cold light shines on the eyes for a moment, not bad Fang Yuan A little scene, people are like owls?

"That's all you have to do......"

Before the word "?" could be spoken, multiple tears suddenly tore out of the dark green robe of the evil god, and the strange blue-green demon blood flowed sideways, which was terrifying to look at. The skull crystal staff in his hand was not damaged at all, and it was still injured by Ling Yan's sword intent through the body protection true element. The evil god was even more angry, and the evil mangs on the crystal staff were so prosperous that he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy carelessly, and the treacherous green evil mangs converged into a majestic air current, shattering the ground and raising dust, and struck out violently.

The torrent of magic energy is dying, Shu Zhuying doesn't say a word, and the dodge is even more aggressive. The wind passed through the bamboo without leaving a photo, looking back is the second sword that is lightning fast, and the pleasure is delivered back quickly.

This speed...... I'm afraid that only the Demon Emperor's friend can win steadily, right? I don't know why, while the evil god passively blocked the move, such a thought suddenly slipped through his mind. However, during the battle, he couldn't be distracted, and the left evil sword hurriedly retracted his thoughts, and fought back with an evil force, turning into a strange and evil man, intending to dismantle the move and kill the enemy's staff.

Clinker, people are shrouded in the sword intent and sword light of the sparse bamboo shadow, the evil god but the evil law can not be used, the magic skill cannot be used, the sword technique cannot be compared, and it is controlled everywhere, and the only way to passively resist it is to fight with a foundation!

Back to back, the high crown on the head of the evil god was missing, the hair was scattered, the skull crystal staff was broken into six sections, and it fell into the yellow dust, and the defeat was obvious. The original intention is to leave the evil sword or some catties on the sword, and the clinker evil god swordsmanship is only excellent, and the name is exaggerated. If it weren't for the profound evil law that has a strong foundation and controls the thinking of others, it would be difficult for the evil gods to do anything in the rivers and lakes.

The bow body stepped across the sword, the demon blood on the sword fell to the ground, and the bamboo shadow turned his back to the evil god, and said that he was lost: "Six swords will be defeated, your life is only worth my seven swords!"

It was the first time that he had been so despised in this life, and the evil god turned around and glared angrily, gritting his teeth and threatening: "You can defeat me on the sword." It's a pity that with your foundation, without the help of the Excalibur, you will still have to die in the end!"

"The poor Baji has a divine sword, and the foundation is above you, so you have been hiding in the Sun Peak and have been a turtle with a shrunken head?

is an opposing identity position, and Shu Zhuying will not delay. The evil god can't give more surprises on the sword, so the next move should put an end to the boring battle. Disappointed, the thought in his mind was instantaneous, the shadow of the sparse bamboo shook off the bamboo sheath, and the famous front suddenly appeared cold. The demon smelt ice flashed, the blood-stained ice moth suddenly came out of its sheath, the humanized breeze and swift eagle, the rapid turbulence and arrows, the fierce waves rushed, quickly approaching the evil god, and the sword shocked the dust!

Is time passing too fast, or is the opponent swordsmanning too fast to be caught off guard?

It's not that he doesn't want to use extreme tricks to break his soul, the evil god just felt a gust of wind blowing in his ears, and before he could start the idea of prevention, Shu Zhuying had already inserted a sword into his chest, and quickly drew his sword and staggered.

The demon blood on his chest was mixed with ice moths flying into the sky, and the evil god wiped his heart and put a cavity of demon blood in front of him, and muttered in disbelief: "This sword ......"

The silent and poignant ice moth fluttered its wings to the sky, carrying countless living souls that had been brutally killed by the evil gods, scattering and flying in all directions, re-entering the cycle of reincarnation. After a sword fight, Shu Zhuying sighed, and the peak finally returned to silence recently.

"Ice moth funeral, you should be satisfied. ”