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His whole body seemed to collapse, his whole body was steaming hot, and his eyes were slightly hollow and dull staring at the black spots in the distance.

Qin Hao bowed his body, his body was shortened, up and down in the air, left and right, shaking continuously, and blood flowers bloomed from him, but his face was indifferent, only a pair of writing wheels stared at the angle inch by inch, like a hot wheel, turning to his sword dance.

"Slash the Polar Wave!"

Qin Hao staggered his feet, his body was like a spinning top, drawing a half-arc in the air, and his right hand was raised horizontally, aiming at the rotating sword shadow.

The air pressure condensed to the extreme, a circular pillar of qi penetrated through the air, and it slammed into the sword that was spinning at high speed, to be exact, the very center of the sword body, in Qin Hao's calculations, there was the weakest point of the sword dance.

It was like a tight leather band, and the sound of being pulled off rang in my ears.

The spinning sword dance shuddered violently, and then was pushed back by the strange beveled side angle, and in an instant, as if accelerating, with a roar, with a cold wind and clouds, slashed towards a mountain peak in the distance.

Thundered!

The mountain peaks tilted, slid to the ground, and then suddenly dissipated into yellow sand dust in the air, revealing a smooth mirror-like slice behind it, and a sword was embedded in the mountain, revealing only a small hole the size of a fist on it, bottomless.

。。。。。。

"Bone Vein—Dance of the Early Ferns!"

Six ghost bats hung in the air under his feet, Qin Hao frowned and looked at the ground.

With a radius of nearly 100 meters, the white bone spear, the sword is like a forest, spreading upwards inch by inch, growing wildly, the cold sword is not moving, covered in blood, and a sword is stabbed out flatly.

A simple sword, a sword without pretentiousness, in Qin Hao's eyes, this sword looks extremely ordinary, so ordinary that even he can't predict where this sword will fall in the next second.

Qin Hao glared, the black and white magataku was like two opposing windmills, and the virtual shadow of the windmill reflected the world in front of him.

Transparent threads crisscross this world, the air fluctuates, the wind murmurs, the blood churns, the spiritual energy surges, and those threads seem to be there forever, no force can cut them, they are like the cornerstones of this world.

They make up the rules of this world!

And at this moment, with Leng Jiansheng's sword, there was a line in it, which suddenly shot out of the void and wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

That sword was endowed with a power that Qin Hao couldn't understand, but he could see that that power was pure to the extreme, and terrifying to the extreme.

It seems to be a kind of power that is between death and life, a great power that cuts off life and death, even if it is only leaked out, and it is pulled to the blade of Leng Jiansheng, it is very likely to kill Jun Malu!

"Raw!"

Leng Jiansheng muttered, his eyes full of absoluteness.

Three meters in front of Leng Jiansheng's body, the sea of bones was crumbling, as if time had receded, countless bone swords were annihilated in the air, and then they were swallowed into nothingness.

Jun Malu jumped out of the sea of bones, his right arm stretched out, and a sword of white bones resolutely stabbed at Leng Jiansheng, but he turned a blind eye to the sword that stabbed at him.

He could see that he couldn't dodge this sword, so he didn't plan to dodge, his purpose was not to protect himself from the beginning, but to kill people and kill Leng Jiansheng.

What he has to do is not to hide, but to kill, at a faster speed, to kill Leng Jiansheng first, it's that simple.

"Will die!"

"Jun Mario will die!"

Qin Hao's thinking at this moment was unusually clear, clear and almost cold, and there was not even a trace of emotional fluctuations in his heart, as if Jun Malu had died and had nothing to do with him.

There is no Jun Malu in his eyes, no Leng Jiansheng, not even Bai Wuji, only the criss-crossing lines, his eyes are empty and indifferent, reflecting countless thin lines, as if reflecting the truth and origin of this heaven and earth.

And in the depths of that indifferent gaze, there is a mirror as white as jade, slowly emerging from the phantom of white magatama.

No one could see the mirror, it was a cold mirror, without a single blemish, the mirror was empty, like a universe that had not yet been born, all dead until...

Until the advent of this moment!

"The world is a mirror!" Qin Hao opened his mouth Muran, the cold glow in his pupils was great, and the black sea of insects was suspended above his head, so that the light in his eyes seemed to replace the sun at this moment and became the only light in this world.

"Mirror!"

Qin Hao's voice was very light, so light that only he could hear it!

And with the appearance of his voice, the sword in Leng Jiansheng's hand shattered inch by inch, and the thread wrapped around the sword was like a fading tide, retreating into the depths of the void like lightning.

The world in front of him returned to normal, and the transparent lines disappeared from Qin Hao's eyes, or rather, they were still in place, but Qin Hao couldn't see them again.

Leng Jiansheng lowered his head sluggishly as if he had been struck by lightning, looked at the bone sword that penetrated his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, the color in his eyes dissipated, the vitality of his whole body quickly peeled off, his skin appeared dry cracks, and his muscles and bones began to shatter.

Qin Hao blinked, and a dried golden soul floated out of Leng Jiansheng's body, shattering into countless points of light, some of which dissipated into the air, and some of which burrowed into Jun Malu's body.

"Soul energy? Upgrade? ”

Qin Hao blinked his eyes, revealing a thoughtful glow.

"The world is a mirror?"

Qin Hao muttered to himself, he didn't know how to explain the scene that had just happened, but he felt as if he had touched another door, behind this door, there was not only another more magnificent and real world, but also the answer to everything.

"The answer to the world, the answer to the system, my answer... Hehe! Qin Hao shook his head, not realizing that in the mirror in his eyes, there seemed to be a faint light suddenly.

That's the first light in the mirror!

"In short, Leng Jian is alive and dead, this is good!"

Qin Hao retracted his gaze and moved his body, under the effect of superhuman physique, his whole person had all healed except for some blood stains on his body.

Shrugging his shoulders, Qin Hao's left shoulder jumped, and a bone sword jumped out, which was held in the palm of his hand and pointed at Bai Wuji flatly.

"Self-cut, or shall I send you on your way?" Qin Hao said coldly.

On the ground, the sea of bones began to rise, rising higher and higher, Jun Malu was dressed in blood, his face was indifferent, and he stood behind Qin Hao again.