Outside the mountain peak, there was suddenly dust and smoke like fog, like a mountain surrounded by clouds. Hundreds of sharp swords inserted into the mountain peaks broke in unison, and they fell into the deep cliff with a scream!

…… It's Yanshan.

The wild big, which had been nurtured by evil spirits for a period of time, seemed to have some spirituality as if they had opened their minds, and at this time they were struggling to flap their wings and climb the clouds in the direction of Yanshan.

On the top of the peak, you can see from afar, the chickadee endured the cold wind, the sharp claws clasped the stone crack, the other picked the corpse of the mouse, and the sharp eyes seemed to pierce the clouds and mist, looking directly at the distant cliff where the long sword fell...... There were swaying shadows swaying at the feet of the, carrying some kind of vague message from the dark places higher in the sky.

Somewhere in the wilderness of the Bitterness, there is an abrupt battle going on.

The dripping rain came from the desperate sword intent that rose to the sky, and under the black umbrella was a sword as fast as lightning!

No mourning Yiyong shot the wheelchair and stood steadily, which means that the super swordsman of the Yin Yang Sea Absolute Death Island that once crisscrossed the rivers and lakes has returned to the world!

"The sword plague crosses the border, and only the incomprehensible remains...... There is no salvation from the sword, and the corpse is stepped! ”

The umbrella spins the rain curtain, and the sword splits the raindrops.

Caught off guard, with the ability of Lantai Xuan Shi on the opposite side, it was just a condensation of the surrounding spiritual power into a red torrent, and the person suddenly retreated, and slapped the sword blade in front of him with both palms.

However, the sword of suffering from the sword is not the sword of entering the Dao, but the sword of life and death in the world!

The umbrella has not fallen, and the ruthless spirit has come from all around.

When the diviner, who was still dressed in blue and black clothes, raised his head from under the black umbrella, his withered face seemed to change slightly in an instant due to the entry of Yuan Gong into his body, and the sword of no salvation seemed to be one step ahead of time when the spiritual power gathered around him, and the raindrops fell extremely slowly in the middle of the two, so slow that the pupils of the Confucian on the opposite side could reflect the water light where the sword blade passed!

In an instant, time regains its flow rate.

And the Helpless Sword had already deflected the palm wind that Lantai Xuan Shi pushed outward, and a single sword nailed all the directions he could avoid!

“…… Answer me! Spring and Autumn inkstone master Du Fanglin, where is he at this time? ! ”

Under the black umbrella is the face of the cold and murderous sword, and the voice of no mourning is cold and leaves no room for anything. He has left too many opportunities and leeway for himself and others, causing him to make mistakes again and again. As a mourning soul, he anxiously hoped to go back to Jufeng as soon as possible and inform the sect master Linghu Shenyi, everyone was wrong! However, the reason that belongs to the sword is reminding him to put aside all the troubled swords at this time - if the words of the Nine Calamities Reminder are true before leaving the Demon Realm, then this matter must be conveyed to the ears of the Sun Moon Genius as soon as possible......

The Queen of the Demon World would do this, which must be ill-intentioned.

But one can also imagine that when everyone thinks that Du Fanglin is for a reason, if this person has really taken refuge in the demon world, how lethal it can be.

There is hardly a single conspirator against the Central Plains who will miss a really good opportunity to kill the fragrant white lotus.

There is no doubt that this is the case with Du Fanglin!

And between the lightning and flint, Lantai Xuanshi had already deduced from the outbreak of the people he wanted to deal with, and in the process, he had deduced that the Xenomorph Demon Realm must have done something against the Lord of the Spring and Autumn Linque. Confucianism is good at scheming, and the position of "Lantai" means that he is one of the principals of Linque's external affairs!

"I Listened to the Devil's Words......"

In the face of the attacking sword, Lantai Xuanshi's sleeves fluttered all over the sky. Fallen leaves and raindrops are intertwined into a continuous net, so that the other party has the sword momentum of no return as if stuck in the mud in an instant, "no mourning and one mediocre, you will calm down first......"

I can't be calm - when my body is staggered, I only saw that the fallen leaves in the sky were cut in half by volley, and the side of the cheek of the white-clothed Confucian who couldn't defend it at all suddenly showed deep blood marks!

"Judgment, I naturally know the truth and falsehood. Thou shalt not be gullible men, I ...... Jufengli, I shouldn't have believed it! "I took out the wooden box with my own hands, and with my own hands I ruined the first chance for the Central Plains to stop the Demon Realm, and witnessed the appearance of the Six Dreams of Dust in front of the eyes of the Nine Calamities, and heard the conspiracy in the darkness with my own ears - deep in the heart of the sword, he has been sentenced to death for others.

This determination was revealed under the sword in the rain, and it was also clearly exposed in the pupils of Lantai Xuanshi.

The reason why Confucian was only injured and did not die was just to question the man's next move. The diviner has already taken a wrong step, and the sword is determined to rely on his own strength to prevent the next step!

The strange power in the sword had already invaded the bloodline from the wound, making Lantai Xuanshi's movements undoubtedly a step slower.

But to the surprise of everyone present, the moment he turned around to look at his face again, the white-clothed Confucian Scholar's expression suddenly changed: "It's the Demon ......" The next moment, as if a third strange force was squeezed from all around, it took over time in an instant, and controlled the direction of the sword by the change of wind!

…… Accompanied by an extremely transparent, illusory, transparent butterfly that disappeared in an instant around the side of the sword......

It seems like a dream is not a dream, it seems to be virtual but not real!

In the rain, the blood suddenly became ill, startling the face of the mourning person, and freezing the action of the sword at this time.

The sword of no salvation has clearly avoided the opponent's vital point.

But when the sword suddenly stopped, it had pierced the heart of the Confucian man.

- If someone dies here, will the two sides who have already cooperated never be able to turn around? When this bad news reaches the ears of Linque in the future, will the pattern of the Northern Regions make waves again?

In an instant, reason returned to the mind of a person without mourning, and Lan Tai Xuanshi on the opposite side raised a hand steadily and put it on the blade of the sword that pierced his heart, "Er...... Don't ...... Return to Jufengli! Even though these words were weak, they still cut through the golden words, and the white-clothed Confucian man had blood flowers blooming on his chest again, and his backward body drove the air flow and rain around him.

And after the gale, what appeared in the rear was the sword that dropped the blood-stained long sword, and caught the sword of the Confucian body at a loss, "You-" Wu mourning was a person who was in a state of confusion, and his five fingers covered the bleeding sword wound on Lantai Xuanshi's chest. It was indeed death in front of him, and the body in his arms seemed to become as light as a feather, as if the most important vitality was passing little by little with the hopeless sword that fell into the mud...... "How can this be, how can this be!" ”

"Thou hast been enchanted."

The Confucian scholar's cold fingers weakly rested on the wrist veins of the stricken sword, "You, you have fallen into the devil!" The last three words are firmly integrated into the wind and rain.

His wrist slipped and fell to the ground, falling into muddy water. Life is gone, death is really ...... It cannot be reversed.

The clouds disperse and the rain stops.

The sword muttered, "I ...... Enchanted? ”

As if the result was not unexpected, it seemed reasonable theory. So, all of this is just a conspiracy that the Demon Realm has deliberately arranged using him again? This conclusion is more and more certain because someone on one side has died!

There was no wind, only a black umbrella propped up, leaving a shadow over the corpse.

At this point, it seems that a conclusion has been reached, and I can't think about it anymore! He needs to find a place to calm down first, only calmness can calm the turbulent waves in his heart! Only calm, can tell him the real answer and guide his next move!

“…… Why is this happening..."The sword slowly got up, and suddenly there was a fishy astringency in his throat, and blood was already dripping from his lips. He raised his hand, and the sword of no help returned on its own, stepping on the mud with his back to the sun, and leaving the wreckage of the wheelchair behind him little by little: "-I, I have indeed fallen into the devil. ”

When a gust of wind blows through the place.

The figure of the sword-stricken man has also disappeared.

No matter where this person went, I am afraid that as Lantai Xuanshi said before he died, he would neither return to Jufengli, nor should he go to the Glass Wonderland again.

Enchanted, terrible words!

In front of the word "demon", who can guarantee that they are always "true self"? When doubts arise, it is a chill to think about and fear...... "People, are you really blind to death?" Suddenly there was another sound in the wind.

It was a low, chic sound, accompanied by the sound of chains colliding with the wolf's head.

There was a huge wolf beast with a snow-white head bowed and powerless to struggle.

There is also a silver-haired knife-wielding young man sitting on the back of a wolf on his knees, the invisible COS former gatekeeper pardoning the child.

The special guest of Perak Magazine, the third shareholder under the president, the mysterious person with the title of "Phoenix Lord", is a lone swordsman from the depths of the northwest, Xiao Liuguang.

This man appeared in the shadow of the trees of this battlefield of distress shortly after the sword left.

Xiao Liuguang silently jumped down from the wolf's back, held the hilt of the floating light and shadow in his hand, and stood in front of the body of the white-clothed Confucian on the ground.

"Ha, it's really dead!" With his silver hair hanging low, Xiao Streamer leaned down, looking at the parts that overlapped with each other, ready to labor his precious right hand, closing his eyes for the dead man on the ground.

But at the moment when his fingers were about to touch Lantai Xuanshi's pale face, there seemed to be an invisible air flow colliding with Xiao Liuguang's fingertips.

A translucent butterfly shadow spreads its wings in the darkness!

Accompanied by this indescribable vision-'Floating dust is like butterfly wings, the years unravel mayflies, Daozang Zhuang Zhou Meng, Confucianism is a ...... of Nanke' is a distant voice from nowhere, sounding gentle and elegant, like the Lantai Xuan Shi who should have died here, still cold and calm recitation.

Then the blood stains in the muddy water on the ground became lighter and lighter at the same time, and they became nothing! The entire cold white-clothed Confucian corpse also disappeared into a bubble under Xiao Liuguang's hands as if a dream was shattered.

There was no word for a while.

Xiao Liuguang raised his hand to support his forehead and smiled lowly: "...... Doesn't there exist fiction and reality, Fuyan Mountain? ”