A tearing sound sounded above the heads of Xiao Wendao and Tang Shushui.

A mountain peak of several kilometers collapsed with a slight wave of the Jianxian Sword.

Asking Dao held the Daoist sword in his hand, and went up to the broken mountain, and with a sword, the broken mountain turned into powder.

"You go first. Xiao asked, dragging Tang Suishui onto the back of the black donkey general, this was the first time Tang Suishui rode on the general, and when he looked back, he asked the Dao sword to draw a sword qi and slashed at the side of the demon clan's sword saint Zhannan.

Stepping on the green mountains and green bushes, it is dozens of miles in a breath, and when you look behind you, how can you still see the Demon Clan Sword Saint.

Xiao asked the lightning and flint for a moment, thinking to himself, the purpose of this sword saint, I am afraid it is not him.

The body is like a thunderbolt, and when he turns around, it is still that mountain col, or that mountaintop, the demon clan sword saint is holding Tang Shuishui in his hand, Tang Shuishui frowned, glanced at Xiao and asked, and hung his head in frustration.

The black donkey general was still eating grass leisurely, and when he saw Xiao Wendao coming back, he twisted his donkey face, stared at Xiao and asked, that is, it was not that I was unhappy, but that he was too stupid.

"Senior, if you and I have a grudge, you and I will count it, why hurt the innocent. Xiao asked, lowered his posture, and bowed to the Demon Clan Sword Saint on the top of the mountain.

The green breeze blew on his face, and the Demon Clan Sword Saint fell down and stood three feet in front of Xiao Wendao.

"For me, no one in the world is innocent, you are my enemy, and the enemy's friend is naturally also an enemy, and he is not innocent when he dies. After the Demon Clan Sword Saint finished speaking, he put Tang Shushui down.

Xiao asked, frowned, and said: "I don't know when the juniors have a grudge with the seniors, even if the two of us die here, the juniors must die clearly." ”

The Demon Clan's Sword Saint took off the white cloak on his head, and a terrifying face was displayed in front of Xiao Wendao.

His face was covered with sword marks and knife wounds, and his eyes Xiao asked where he had seen it.

"You're from the snake clan. Xiao asked.

Sword Saint Zhan'an said with a smile on his face full of scars: "In Tianwu, I fought with Xiao Tianyue, he was injured in the shoulder, and I was injured in the face, in the calculation, I still lost." I fought with Yi Mubai, he was injured in the abdomen, I was injured in the chest, and I still lost. But Yi Mubai shouldn't hurt my descendants of the snake clan again, he is ruthless, then I will intensify it. ”

In early summer, Xiao asked for Nalan Dieyi, and with the help of the Tang Sect and the Thief Sect. Bloodbathed most of Shangjing's sects, and Yi Mubai slaughtered Shangjing's three major sects, "Snake Lotus Gate", at that time, there was a snake clan in charge, Yi Mubai only raised a sword, and killed the snake clan in the snake lotus gate.

"It turned out that the ancestors couldn't beat it, so they came to seek revenge on their grandson. Tang Shushui teased behind him, and pinched a white bead in his hand, which turned into powder and floated to the feet of the Sword Saint Zhannan.

Sword Saint Zhan Nan would not care about Tang Shushui's words, but the Jian Jian Jian still raised it, only to hear the Sword Saint Zhan Nan say: "Killing you today is not because of my entanglement with your ancestors back then, but because of the civil war of the demon clan, the human race should not interfere." ”

The sword qi slashed the mountain, and the sword stabbed towards Xiao Wendao.

Xiao asked and retreated half a mile, the tree fell and the mountain collapsed, the sword saint Zhannan was another fast sword, and the sword qi was continuously killed, and when Xiao asked and was tired of dodging, he would always be half a point away from the sword qi.

Who knows, the Sword Saint Zhannan turned into a phantom, and the Jianhua Sword came out like lightning, and the Jianzhu Sword was stained with Xiao Wendao's blood.

Xiao asked, on the back of the question, an inch-long blood mark, a cold pain.

The thunder technique flashed sharply, and the sword style of the sword was treacherous. Although Xiu Wei can't win against him, he has to be faster than him in speed.

When the birds of the empty mountain chirp, the thunder resounded throughout the mountain col, and the sword was like a breeze in the forest, which was pervasive.

A white shadow is like a ghost, and a black shadow is like a ghost.

A drop of blood fell from the sky and landed on a withered yellow leaf, but the withered leaf glowed with a hint of green.

Suddenly, the Sword Saint Zhan Nan retreated sharply for a mile, and a sword mark on his chest oozed a wisp of blood.

"The descendants of the Xiao family are really extraordinary, I was injured after six hundred moves with your grandfather. After more than 400 moves, you and I can stab me in the chest with a sword, which is very good. Sword Saint Zhannan said, the head full of scars on his head turned into a snake head, a silver-white snake head, really like a small mountain.

The sword saint Zhannan's aura changed sharply, and Xiao asked's sword wounds, there were already dozens of them, holding his breath to run the vitality, although the vitality in the Yuan Mansion was decreasing, it could still last for half an hour.

Xiao asked, lowered his head and glanced at Tang Shuishui, telling him to leave quickly.

Tang Shushui didn't seem to see his expression, looked up at his delicate face, and smirked.

Sword Saint Zhan Nan raised his sword again, and the Dao Dao sword turned into a golden trap, covering Xiao Dao's right fist, and it was hard to hit hard.

Wuji Xuanyi Jue, the second layer of the opening of the heavenly seal.

Fighting for his life, this is the second layer of the Heavenly Seal, Xiao asked and it has only been a few days since he broke through, but he has no choice.

The fist wind meets the sword edge, and the sword blade of the demon clan sword saint Zhannan.

Sword Saint Zhan Nan's figure was suffocated, and Xiao asked as if behind him, he saw a phantom, a phantom like a white mist, which was the legendary soul.

"Sword Soul Twenty-three Style, into the devil. Sword Saint Zhan Nan, the corners of his mouth raised an arc, a heart-rending arc.

A breath of demon clan burst out from the sword saint Zhannan's body.

This breath, Xiao asked, it was too familiar, because the Demon Venerable Southern Candle was such a breath, a suffocating breath.

The phantom behind the Sword Saint Zhan Nan overlapped into two people, one holding the Jianzhu Sword, and the other holding the Dao Dao Sword.

"This is soul dementorship, I didn't expect that in the mortal realm, there are still people who have refined their soul power to such a realm. Shennong woke up and turned around.

"Get away from the fire. Xiao asked, covering his whole body with the fire.

In the sea of consciousness that Xiao asked, Shennong looked at the soul thought with a little heart, and with a slight click, the soul thought of the Sword Saint Zhannan dissipated in the air.

"It's a pity he shouldn't have met me. Shennong said with a heart, and clapped his hands twice.

A wisp of residual blood seeped out from the snake eyes of the Sword Saint Zhannan.

The snake eyes on the left glow with normal green light, but the snake eyes on the right glow red, which is the pupil of the demon race.

"Who the hell are you. Sword Saint Zhannan's snake eyes stared at Xiao and asked, motionless.

The space seemed to be still, and Sword Saint Zhannan's gaze was about to fall.

The pupil on the left also turned into the crimson pupil of the demon clan, and the sword rose into the sky, and the demonic qi condensed around the sword saint Zhannan, and when he raised his head again, it was like a different person.

He is like the Demon Venerable Nan Candle, and he is like his father.

The phantom overlapped in Xiao Wendao's eyes until he could no longer see the appearance of the Sword Saint Zhannan.

"Who am I. ”

Xiao asked in his heart, and such a sentence also appeared.

From the top of the mountain, he fell.

It's like a feather, shrouded in white clouds.

Tang Shushui watched Xiao Wendao fall, and the Sword Saint Zhan Nan turned into a sword and slashed at Xiao Wendao's weak body.

A remnant of blood filled the air, and it also permeated Tang Shuishui's eyes.

Xiao Wendao turned into a puff of black smoke, and Tang Shushui sped away, leaving not a trace of flesh and blood on the ground.

The dragon sword headed towards the sword saint Zhannan who had turned into a demon body.

"Passing water. ”

A familiar voice, thinking behind Tang Suishui, a phantom swept over Tang Suishui, Sword Saint Zhan Nan turned around, holding the Dragon Que Sword in his right hand, but there was an invisible sword inserted in the center of his eyebrows, which was the Dao Dao Sword.

"Why didn't you die? When Sword Saint Zhannan was dying, he looked at Xiao with his eyes and asked.

Asking the Dao Sword pulled away from the Sword Saint Zhannan's eyebrows, and said, "Because you don't have enough strength." ”

"Ask, how did you get there? Tang Shushui asked.

Xiao asked, looked at the Sword Saint Zhan Nan who was lying on the ground and said, "If it weren't for your poison, even if I used the Three Lives Dao Technique, I am afraid I would not be able to avoid his sword style." ”

"The generation of Sword Saints of the Demon Clan died in your hands like this. Tang Shushui looked at the Sword Saint Zhannan and said.

The Sword Saint Zhannan died in this wilderness, still holding his sword in his hand.

"Maybe he's dead a long time ago, but it's just a different soul. Xiao asked and muttered, placing the Jianhua Sword in the arms of the Sword Saint Zhannan.

Under a plain maple tree, it is late autumn, and the maple leaves are like fire, which is also the best mourning.

Zhannan, who rests under the red maple, hopes that there will be no more titles of "Sword Saint" in the next life, this is Xiao Wendao's last prayer for "Sword Saint Zhannan".

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Hundreds of thousands of people in Fengqiu City, looking at the most respected "Fengqiu Fox Queen", were blocked in front of the nine-tailed statue.

The nine-tails are the beliefs of the spirit fox clan, but an ignorant little fox came out.

Just when the little fox was empty and got into the statue, the narrow door was blocked.

The fox queen of Fengqiu knelt reverently in front of the nine-tailed statue, but after half a cup of tea, the little fox stood on top of the head of the nine-tailed statue, and the little fox turned his head to look at the fox head of the statue, and when he jumped down, he saw that it seemed to have two chestnuts stuffed in its fox mouth, bulging. It was another pink lightning bolt that ran out of Fengqiu City.

The Fengqiu Fox Queen stood on the tower of Fengqiu City, watching the little fox lying on the shoulder of the little black dragon Chunchun.

The fox queen Fengqiu looked at the little fox empty and watched it for nearly half an hour.

Hu'er, a soldier of the Spirit Fox knelt down in front of the Fengqiu Fox and said, "Mrs. Qiqi City Lord, the Emperor and Empress of the Yu Clan led 500,000 Yu Clan to help, and it is still two hundred miles away from Fengqiu City. ”

When the soldier prayed, he smiled and waited for the "happy reception" instructions of the queen Fengqiu Fox.

The fox queen raised her head and looked at a guard on the side and said, "Fengde, welcome Ximen Baitu into the city." ”

After the guard general on the side received the order, the gate of Fengqiu City was opened.

"What about the Queen's side. The messenger asked.

The fox queen watched Ximen Baitu riding a big horse proudly, coming in from Fengqiu City, and then looked up at the plaque of Fengqiu City.

He got up and pulled out the arrow that was stuck in Fengqiu City.

The fox queen raised the corners of her mouth and said: "After going to Emperor Ming, Fengqiu City was lost. ”

Ximen Baitu walked through the city, looked at the huge statue of the nine-tailed fox in the center of the city, and then looked at the little fox empty, and the sweat on his back had just dried.