Destroying the Qing Dynasty zombies is not to save us, but he is just doing it easily.

Although the zombies are gone, the things that exist in front of them are ten or a hundred times more terrifying than the zombies of the Qing Dynasty......

Just when everyone was nervous, the white-haired Tu San slowly raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the crowd, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes as white as snow.

"You can't do that."

Huang Rong tried her best to pounce under the white-haired Tu San, holding the other party's leg with one arm, and begging vigorously: "Don't let this demon sword control you, if you get bloody, kill someone, you will never be able to turn back!" ”

The white-haired Tu San lowered his head and looked at the crying Huang Rong with a flat expression, without any emotion in his white eyes.

He aimed the tip of his sword at Huang Rong and slowly approached.

"If my death could bring you to your senses again, I ...... Willing...... Die again......"

Huang Rong smiled, with tears in her smile, she looked at Tu San quietly, did not dodge, did not flinch, when the tip of the sword was close to the center of her eyebrows, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Buzz!"

The ancient sword in the white-haired Tu San's hand began to tremble, and the closer it got to Huang Rong's body, the more it trembled, and even the hand with Tu San began to shake slightly.

"Strange...... My sword doesn't seem to want to kill you......"

When the white-haired Tu San's sword was only one centimeter away from Huang Rong's eyebrows, it finally stopped.

He still didn't have any change in expression, and even his speech seemed very flat.

He withdrew his sword and waved his hand slightly, Huang Rong was immediately swept away by a wave of qi, and then fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

In the next second, he aimed the ancient sword at the crowd.

"Kill ......"

The thin lips opened lightly, and a word was lightly spit out. Then, I only felt a flash of white light in front of me, and the white-haired figure of Tu San suddenly disappeared.

By the time he was caught again, he had already appeared in the crowd.

His white hair fluttered, he held a sword in one hand, and his perfect face was almost demonic, which made people ashamed of themselves.

The ancient sword in his hand was shaking, and a trace of red blood slowly dripped down the center of the ancient sword.

He raised the ancient sword, stretched out his two fingers and wiped it gently, and then flicked his fingers, and the ancient sword "buzzed", trembling even more violently.

At the same time, the bodies of the three people standing beside him suddenly exploded, turning into pieces and falling to the ground.

There were no bloody scenes, only pieces of broken corpses frozen in ice, and not even a complete part could be seen.

This scene startled everyone, and no one could see how he rushed in. Everyone subconsciously stayed away from the white-haired Tu San, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

And the white-haired Tu San didn't even raise his eyelids, just looked at the trembling ancient sword in his hand, and finally had a trace of doubt on his calm face.

"You and I are one, why are you struggling so much?" When he said this, he seemed to be asking a question and talking to himself.

But I knew he was talking to Gu Jian.

"Do you use your soul as a sacrificial gift to summon the sword spirit sleeping within..."Zhong Bai seemed to be very interested in the sword, and at first he looked puzzled, but now he suddenly seemed to understand something, and his eyes burst into light.

The ancient sword has a spirit, and he is obviously unwilling to obey the will of the white-haired Tu San, thinking of the changes when he faced Huang Rong before, coupled with what Zhong Bai said, I suddenly had a bold and ridiculous idea.

Is there such a possibility that the soul of the real Tu San is hidden in this ancient sword?

And he pulled out the ancient sword, and used it as a sacrifice with his soul to summon the demon sealed in the sword.

Seeing the shaking ancient sword and the white-haired Tu San's expression, I felt more and more that this possibility was very high.