Chen Senran's people were already in the sky, and the two flame swords in his hands had turned into red streamers.

He felt that his body had begun to burn under the guidance of that boiling flame energy, and there was an endless stream of power flowing from the little sun in his heart, which stimulated every nerve in him, they roared in every cell of him, and they condensed a monstrous amount of power in every muscle of him.

Chen Senran even felt that even if he faced Nasus again now, he would definitely be able to cut off his head with a single sword.

With that boiling energy in his body, Chen Senran's speed reached the extreme, and surging flames began to emerge from the surface of his body, and his whole person pulled out a long afterimage in the air, and he was as fast as a red meteor that flashed in the night sky.

In barely a breath, Chen Senran had already swept in front of the high throne, he was only less than three yards away from a peerless head, and the raging flames on his body could almost lick the frost of those years.

At most, in a breath of time, Chen Senran could use an unstoppable posture to ferociously crash into the corpse of the queen who had been dead for hundreds of years and still refused to rest in peace, and the flaming sword in his hand would tear through the frost that had blocked the time for hundreds of years in an instant, and completely burn that corpse into the dust of history.

In the less than breath of time left, at this inadmissible moment, Chen Senran closed his eyes, and his whole person quickly entered the world of the Infinite Dao, the world of the flow of water.

With such a quick and extremely ruthless blow, it is estimated that even a good player like Galen will be seriously injured by himself when he is caught off guard, but judging from the ability shown by the other party before, his blow may not be enough.

Chen Senran knew that he didn't have many chances, and Lao Du had even fewer chances, so he had to show all his strongest strength to cause the most damage to the other party.

Time slowed down countless times in that instant, and in the world of water flow, there was no frost, no ancient and exquisite hall, and no peerless face that was extremely beautiful.

Some are just slowly flowing energy, one of the origins of this worldly realm.

Chen Senran concentrated every inch of his spiritual power on that corpse, trying to find out even a trace of possible flaws, as long as there was a trace of flaws, then although he had not really used his Wuji swordsmanship, but with his killer instinct for so many years, he could definitely use the sword in his hand to stab a trace of flaws into a fatal wound that would never heal.

It's just that Chen Senran was disappointed and even shocked that he didn't find even a trace of energy in the place where it should have been the peerless head, and there was not a single trace of energy on the entire corpse.

It was like a real dead thing, and the energy that erupted when he attacked Chen Senran before was like some kind of illusion caused by being too nervous.

But Chen Senran firmly believes that his judgment will never be wrong, the key must be on that corpse, as for the current result, it is definitely not that the judgment of the Wuji Dao is wrong, but definitely that the level of his own Wuji Dao is too poor.

Because in Master Yi's notes, he divided the perception ability of the Infinite Way into two stages: flowing water and objects.

The so-called flowing water means that all the energy in the world can be turned into water and presented in one's own spiritual world, this stage was once considered the final stage by the ancestors of the Wuji school, and Master Yi also thought so before the completion of the Wuji Dao.

But when he later completed the path of infinity, he used the path of infinity to explore the world world again, and he found that the world that appeared in his spiritual world was no longer a world of water flow, but a world world that seemed to split everything in the world world into particles and then reconstitute the original matter.

The reason why he didn't find anything must be that the other party used some method to hide his energy, so that unless he reached the state of things, it was impossible for him to find the other party's flaws.

Further, it is highly likely that the Frost Queen is close to the level of Master Yi.

This result could not shake Chen Senran's heart for half a point, his hand holding the sword did not tremble, he just knew that his time was running out, and he had to swing this sword out.

The other party has not stopped himself until now, who knows if Lu Dao is brewing some terrible counterattack, Chen Senran is not afraid of anything else, he is afraid that the other party will use Little Annie's body to mess around.

For the time being, little Anne is fine, so he has to draw his sword.

If you can't find a flaw or something, then you don't look for it at all.

Chen Senran has been a killer for so many years, and he is skilled in killing people, and many times he is not so particular about the precise position of the knife, but it feels right, and more often it can cause more considerable results.

Thinking like this, Chen Senran stabbed the flame sword in his hand in the direction of that peerless head without hesitation, with the killer's instinct, he felt that this most conspicuous head in this corpse was definitely the most likely key point.

Time quickly returned to the right place, and Chen Senran returned to the realm of reality again, and the flame sword in his hand had already been one step ahead, and under the command of his consciousness, the nerve reflexively stabbed out suddenly.

The tidal wave of energy condensed on his arm exploded in an instant, and the head of the beautiful queen poured out along the castration of that flaming sword.

The excessive energy spread, directly shattering the deep frost on the floor, revealing a mysterious pattern of brilliance, shining under the raging flames.

Chen Senran looked intently at the head that was smiling like the world, at the pair of eyes that were as lofty as the sky, and at the pair of pupils that were as deep as the most difficult ice.

There are also three inches after the most slugging, and there is no response.

There was no reaction, for the ferocious, manic and murderous intent in Chen Senran's eyes, those eyes behaved like the eyes of the most normal dead man.

The flaming sword went two more inches.

The last inch.

The flames had licked through the layer of frost that enveloped the peerless skull.

Still nothing happened.

The long sword finally stuck to that layer of frost, and Chen Senran's whole person was almost attached to the corpse, his face was facing that peerless face, and his eyes were less than two inches from her eyes.

The flames had begun to strip away the frost that was not thick, just a breath, no, a half.

Half a breath at most, and those flames would penetrate that layer of ice, directly burning that peerless face to ashes.

Chen Senran looked at the pair of beautiful eyes that were close at hand, and there was no pity in his eyes.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he was less than halfway through his breath, the eyes that had been quiet like dead suddenly blinked, and the corners of the lonely mouth were slightly raised.

In less than the next moment, in an instant, a laugh came out of that arrogant mouth, and as the sound emitted half a note from that mouth, a layer of dark blue light rushed out from the crown of that head, and directly bombarded Chen Senran's body.

Chen Senran only saw that the pair of eyes blinked halfway, and a blue light covering the sky completely swallowed him, and the laughter in his ears was constantly amplified and echoed.

The laughter was loud and cold to the extreme, it invaded his body inch by inch, and with the surging blue light, Chen Senran was thrown directly from the throne.

The sword in his hand didn't have time to accomplish anything.

At that moment, he wanted to shout at Lao Du to do it.

But before he could shout, he heard a voice, a voice rushing out of the laughter in the sky.

The sound of knives.

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I don't want to complain, that's too hypocritical.

Ask for a vote count.

Slept.