It was a white-clad swordsman, and his sword was fast.

Like a gust of wind, his body followed the light wind towards the front, and there was a demon in front of him, the demon was a solid realm demon king, his huge head, and a pair of eyes stared at the white-clothed swordsman tightly.

"You, human beings, are destined to be weak. The voice of the demon clan was cold, it was a desperate death, the white-clothed swordsman was expressionless, he stretched out his hand, and the sword in his hand swung forward, looking like a natural movement.

But at the moment, it seems to be very difficult.

Or rather, because his cultivation is limited, he wants to fight a sword that is beyond his limit, so he has to go all out, his sword is very straight, like a ruler, he swings it forward.

Very hard, a ray of light appeared, as pure as moonlight, simple and direct to send.

Poof, the sound sounded, as if it had torn a hole in the air, and the sword appeared in the distance, stopping in the chest of the demons, the demons were deep in their hands, and their hands were empty, and the sword was too fast.

Blood, it was black blood, very thick flowing from his chest, his eyes stared at the white-clothed swordsman, he didn't believe it, because his realm was higher, but at this moment, he was actually injured.

And it's a heavy kind.

Ahem, the white-clothed swordsman's body trembled, and blood spit out of his mouth, this sword, with all his might.

The white-clothed swordsman did not affect his body by vomiting blood, his sword twisted slightly, stretched out his hand, and swung the sword again, this time, his sword became more laborious, as if he had exhausted his strength, the last sword.

Yes, the swordsman in white thinks so too.

The last sword.

"Let me see, my Tang Feichen's limit. "It was a hoarse cry, it was a desperate voice, it was loud, it was heard all around, it was a golden sword.

The sword appeared, with a grain of justice, with a look of Haoran.

The eyes of the demon clan were so wide that he couldn't believe it, he raised the huge hammer, wanting to directly crush Tang Feichen's sword, but failed, and his fist exploded directly with a bang.

Then, it was his body, which exploded, and his eyes remained in disbelief, but in the end he died.

Tang Feichen's body slowly dispersed at this moment, as if it was about to turn into flying ashes.

"No!" There was a shout, more than one, it was five or six voices, they all saw this scene, it was Tang Feichen's father, that was a strong man at the peak of the solid realm, he shouted angrily, the sword in his hand kept waving, and the demons in front of him were directly killed by him one by one.

In the distance, those who have now also entered the early stage of the solid realm, Lang Qi, Li Rui, and Shi Tianyou. They all stood there, in disbelief, his weapon waving incessantly, as if he wanted to do everything in his power to get revenge.

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"What's wrong?"

In the land of the world, Yun Jiantian's mood suddenly became restless, he didn't know what was going on, and he always felt that he had lost something. He couldn't help but want to do something, but he couldn't.

He can only force himself to calm down and take the last step well, only in this way may he have a chance.

The opportunity is given by oneself.

However, not long after he had just quieted down, his body trembled again, and he couldn't help but want to ask, what was wrong.

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In the starry sky, the battle of the lifeless realm is also continuing, just now a lifeless emperor died in the hands of the demons, he may be few people know, but in the hearts of the older generation, they all know that he is one of the top people in the Dragon Soul Continent.

The ancestor of the Yun family is dead.

The end of the battle was unexpectedly quick.

The distance between life and death seems to be decided in just a split second.

The battle is still ongoing, Jian Yunshan's sword is constantly swinging forward, he is not surnamed Jian, his surname is Yun, his name is Yunjian, which dead ancestor is actually his biological father, when the two had a conflict, he ran away from home, and since then he is no longer surnamed Yun, but surnamed Jian.

But a father is a father.

It's eternal, it's eternal, it's bloodline.

So at this moment, his tears fell like blood, and the sword in his hand was like a raging wind attacking his opponent like a raging wind, as if he was crazy.

The sword, constantly changing, constantly speeding up.

Yes!

The demon roared, blood flowed out of his shoulder, he continued to roar, and a deep mark appeared on his chest, lifeless, he had already experienced life and death, that was the realm of not living and dying.

If there is no life, it will not die, but in the hands of a really strong person, many things can be changed, for example, the ancestor of the Yun family is also lifeless, but he is still defeated, or even dead.

To be dead is to be dead.

The sword light swung forward, and the sword of Jianyun Mountain directly separated the head of the opponent's demon clan.

The black body fell to the ground, but the sword of Jianyun Mountain did not give him a chance to fall, and the sword disappeared into the air.

"Your body is not worthy of falling on my Dragon Soul Continent. His voice was so sonorous and powerful, his anger was hard to hide, and his speed was getting faster and faster. But at this time, he is also prone to mistakes.

So, he was injured, and a demon grabbed him behind him.

He resisted, and the sword continued forward.

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"Are you going to die?" A young man looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh, his body was being tightly grasped by a demon at the moment, and the demon's fist kept falling on his chest.

He has no strength to resist, he has no strength.

"But I haven't really been with you once. His voice could only be heard by himself, a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye, but he didn't regret it, he couldn't move, but he still looked at the sky strongly.

The blood donation continued to accelerate, the bones had long been broken, and the huge fists were still beckoning.

"Life is impermanent, your way has made me see the light of the sword, I think, this sword, you should be able to see it. He said to himself, still taking care of himself.

But the next moment, his body changed, it was the way he returned to the light, it was the brightness of his last moment, and the sword he held tightly in his hand was finally raised.

Soon, like a shooting star, like lightning.

It was a killer's sword. The Northern Spirit Sword is less than Li Rui, his sword is so sharp, the sword light flashed, and the body of the demon clan was directly divided into two, but the unit price was Li Rui's death.

Li Rui died, his body fell to the ground, and no one rescued or grabbed it, because no one had this opportunity, maybe he saw it, he should have seen it, because there were many people's eyes that were red and kept draining like red tears.

But to be dead is to be dead, but the sword light illuminates the entire starry sky, as if it represents a certain hope, it is a sword light, but it makes everyone feel a glimmer of hope.

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"Hahahaha, I've already killed three solid realm demons, it's worth it. A voice roared, it was a roar full of domineering, it was a real king, he was a human being, but like a demon king, he killed into the place of the demon race, constantly waving his fists.

At this moment, there were four Solid Realm Emperors around him who were constantly attacking him, but he was still laughing, laughing constantly, his fists did not stop for a moment, even if he couldn't swing it yet, he was still waving.

"Die, die, let you bully me. He roared, and his body exploded.

His body was like a bomb, exploded, blood was scattered, and it melted into the air, and the surrounding demons couldn't believe it, this kind of power that didn't show the slightest breath before the self-explosion was too terrifying, this self-explosion, maybe none of the demons died, but the two demons had no more to fight.

"Die!" the demons beside the two demons said coldly.

The demons who have no combat power are dead, and in the hands of their own people and the hands of the enemy, they are more inclined to their own hands, so they die, maybe this is the demons!

The frenzied battles did not stop, and the death did not stop.

The pride of the sky is constantly dying, and the ancient crowd is dying.

Those who have lived in the Dragon Soul Continent for an unknown amount of time have slowly begun to die at this moment, not slowly, it should be said that soon, they may be really strong in the Dragon Soul Continent, but in the face of the demons, they are very vulnerable.

Death has just begun, but people can already feel fear.

Finally, a big man died.

It wasn't a big man like the ancestor of the Yun family, but a shocking genius on the Qingxuan list who died.

Dugu Yan, who is the Holy Body of All Souls, is dead, desperate to die, but domineering to death.

He is really domineering, he is always so proud between his shots, every time he shoots, he goes all out, and the fusion of strength and morality is even more terrifying.

Maybe his strength is not as strong as Dongfang Wuwu, but his power is very strange at first.

It's a weirdness that's hard to understand.

Maybe it's the same as his name, Dugu, so lonely, his people seem to be very lonely, he stands in the void vs. the demons, he doesn't have any friends around him, he just stands there, he doesn't speak, he shouts, he just keeps shooting.

Perhaps similar to the word mourning, death is not a real death, it is a peaceful death.

Mourning is the peace after death, he is as calm as he is dead, and every time he makes a move, he is so calm. I don't know how many demons died in his hands, anyway, he didn't care, what he cared about was whether he would leave blood on the enemy's body after every shot.

He is lonely, so he knows that death, which is rarely seen.

Death, for him seemed even calmer, he just walked over in one step, just walked over so gently, grabbed a demon emperor, he picked up his fist and began to swing, constantly waving towards the body of that demon.

He spoke, said a word.

"You are very strong, but at this moment, I won you. He didn't know who he was talking to, but he suddenly stretched out his hand, and it was black, and it was black like night, and he swung it forward, punching.

The demon's head exploded directly, and then the body exploded.

There was an attack that bombarded him, and he had no strength to resist, so it was obviously normal for death to come, and the blood would not vomit, because there was no more.

His eyes rolled, and he looked in a direction, which was under the starry sky, the direction of the Dragon Soul Continent, maybe not the Dragon Soul Continent, but the interior of the continent, that place in the world!

Dugu died, very peacefully.

But I don't know why, someone found out, like he found something, he knew that he should also die, this is an intuition, questioning that the battle has continued, and only death can buy peace.

"You, come back quickly, I'm waiting for you, I'm afraid I won't have time. His voice was calm because he didn't know what to say.

Came from one place, and now stands at the top, but he is about to die.

He is Wang Shangneng, one of Yun Jiantian's true brothers, at this moment he actually felt death, there was blood flowing in his body, and his face suddenly became extremely red, that was the way to turn demons.

"I don't. He said, because at this moment, he understood where he got it in Hades, it turned out to be the demon exercise, because he saw the death of Dugu Yan, because he felt the birth of the demon breath in his body.

I don't do it, it's just a few words, but it's sonorous.

His body rushed forward and blew himself up, he also chose to blow himself up, death may have taken away the death of other demons, but he also died, no one found out, maybe someone, but no one had the strength to see it.

Because death is used to it.

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Poof! Donate blood and spit out, Yun Jiantian's eyes were blood-red, he didn't know why his heart was extremely painful, as if he had lost something.

"What the hell is going on?" his gaze was cold, as cold as ice, his eyes were red, like blood, there was no one else here, he lived in the mountains, he cultivated the land in the mountains.

He tried to grasp something, but he couldn't.

"The self is solid, how can I enter the non-existence, the self has no life? What does it mean?" he clenched his fists tightly, his nails had pierced into his flesh, and he still held his hands vigorously.

Self, no life?

"Could it be that you really want to die?"