Lao Du took out the knife.

The sound of the knife was like a strong wind, and in the whistling wind, the grand laughter was directly torn into pieces, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Only the sound of swords like the wind was left in the entire hall.

The sound of knives resounded in every corner of the main hall, enveloping the entire hall and constantly echoing.

The knife is terrifying, the big one is unstoppable, the strength of the knife skyrockets inch by inch, crushing every inch of frost in the hall and groaning, and countless cracks begin to spread like snakes on those years of frost.

The knife is like a mountain.

The sword is like fire.

When the sound of that knife was still echoing in Chen Senran's ears, the knife called the beauty under the moon had already arrived in front of that peerless head.

Lao Du didn't stand still this time, he moved, and he rushed towards the Frost Queen with the knife in his hand with an unpredictable speed.

The flawless blade had already stuck to the layer of frost on that skull, and the furious sword intent had shattered the layer of ice that even the raging flames could not melt.

The knife momentum advanced one inch further, and Lao Du's whole person was already like an open bow, completely pulling his body apart, his person was stagnant in the air, and a pair of hands that were originally white and flawless like the best jade were already covered with python-like green tendons.

The knife in his hand roared silently.

The knife momentum has been like thunder, and the knife strength has become a wild dragon.

The wild dragon was unbridled, and the seemingly indestructible layer of frost could not stop the fury of the knife at all, and it was completely turned into powder almost the moment it was pressed in front of the blade, completely exposing that peerless face to the violent air.

There was no hindrance, and the knife qi climbed up her skin in an instant, and the excessive knife strength directly cut off the long silver-blue hair on her sideburns.

All the rudeness and brutality that spanned centuries of time and once again befell the face of this once unyielding king.

As long as the sword momentum is further advanced, the vertical and horizontal sword qi will completely rush and rage on this face, countless scars will spread like mushrooms after a rain, and flesh and blood will splash along with the bones.

There is only one more breath and it will all be over.

Lao Du's figure opened an inch again, the bones of his whole body erupted with an earth-shattering explosion, and the green tendons on his arms were thicker by three points.

The air froze again, and time stopped at that moment.

Chen Senran couldn't breathe anymore, and he felt the qi in the entire hall rushing towards Lao Du's direction, flying and circulating on his knife, and all of them melted into the knife, as if he had completely sucked up all the essence in this world.

The heavens and the earth are dark.

The entire world is waiting for the next moment, waiting for the sword to be vigorous and the heavens and the earth to reopen.

The moment everything returns to normal.

The next moment.

The next moment, the world world returned to normal.

There was no sword rage, no roar of the world, no flesh and blood splattered, nothing, nothing happened.

After all, the knife did not go any further, and the knife qi that was forcibly pulled over leaked inch by inch, and Lao Du let go weakly.

Lao Du landed.

Chen Senran landed.

The silver-blue severed hair fell to the ground.

The dust has settled.

Those overwhelming knife qi quietly dissipated as if it had never happened, and the knife slowly left that peerless face, originally, the beauty under the moon killed the peerless beauty, and it should also be a beautiful ending.

Unfortunately, it was finally slammed to the ground by Lao Du, colliding with the frost that had not yet completely shattered, and the sound of wind chimes sounded throughout the hall like a dark night.

Lao Du knelt weakly on the ground, kneeling in front of that peerless head, kneeling in front of the supreme throne hundreds of years ago.

Like a courtier who fears the supreme authority of the Frost Queen.

What a really, regrettable ending.

Lao Du seems to have a sigh, or maybe not.

Chen Senran couldn't hear clearly, his own body was already choking enough, the frost that had invaded his body had not been dispelled by the flames in his body, he gasped heavily, reluctantly got up from the ground, and looked at the throne.

The firelight had dissipated as he fell, and he couldn't see the peerless face that had been exposed to the air, and he wondered if she was still smiling so arrogantly, or even more disdainful.

He turned his head again to look at little Anne, who was standing less than two yards from him, and she did not look at herself, but at the high throne.

It's not over yet.

Chen Senran didn't know if if he would end everything if he climbed up and stabbed that woman again, and let himself see the girl smiling at him again.

He didn't know if he would die the next moment.

He only knew that he still had the strength and that he still had some opportunities.

So he wouldn't and couldn't just give up, so he got up and began to walk up the steps to the throne step by step.

No one stopped him, and there were no accidents or twists and turns.

He walked for three breaths and walked to Lao Du's side, and the flames on the tips of his fingers lit up again, illuminating the Queen's face exposed to the air, as well as his own.

The queen still sat dignifiedly, her head steady in her hand without a hint of wavering, and she just smiled at what had just happened, quiet as if a god was watching the mortal struggle with fate and powerlessness.

Is it mocking?

Chen Senran tugged at the corners of his mouth a little weakly, the flames in his hand grew larger, and a long sword condensed by flames appeared in his palm again, and the flowing flames made his body feel a little warm.

The warmth may have also affected Lao Du, he finally raised his head, in the firelight, Chen Senran saw that his face was pale to old, the wrinkles that were originally invisible on his face began to appear, and the white hair on his sideburns was thicker, maybe it was the knife just now that absorbed too much of his vitality, and he seemed to be a few years older in an instant.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and he coughed violently for a while with his knife before saying, "I'm sorry." ”

He could only apologize, and he had to apologize, because he still hadn't done it, just like that late night many years ago, just a little worse.

Chen Senran shook his head, he knew that Dao Lao Du had already done his best, he didn't speak again, he just stabbed the flaming long sword in his hand at the face that had no defense.

The flames were raging.

In the raging flames, the corners of the face's mouth rose again, her lips opened and closed, and she said faintly, "I'm back." ”

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