The dust is vast, and the sunset is gone.

At that time, the clouds were there.

At this moment, in the settled gray aura, the figure of the living person became clearer and clearer.

Xiao Luding felt a kind of cruelty.

It was as if something in my heart had been shattered.

For a moment, all of her comic attributes disappeared.

Tears poured out of my eyes.

The fists clenched, but there was nothing they could do.

This feeling made Ning Mengzhen feel "completely different from before" pain for the first time.

Lose.

She lost her Son forever.

Boom...

As soon as his knees weakened, the petite figure fell to his knees, hanging his head and weeping.

Suddenly, she heard an exclamation.

An exclamation was as if something had been ignited.

Everyone exclaimed.

Immediately, the exclamation on his side turned into cheers.

"Sword King!!"

"Sword King!!"

"Sword King!!"

In the cheers, the half-kneeling little furnace Ding raised his head blankly, and when the moonlight and the setting sun were at the junction, so was the light and the darkness.

In the gray dust, the figure was finally fully revealed.

Xia Ji tilted his head sideways, his black hair danced wildly, carrying Zhang Yu's Leng Yan saw on his right shoulder, and holding Murong Tianlong's bloody head in his left hand, and walked out of the fog.

Behind him was the severed Hundred Battle Sword.

The dark gold broadsword has completed its mission and achieved the prestige of the Sword King, but it can no longer continue to walk with such a legend.

However, the cold saw will take its place.

What's going on?

What happened at that last moment, like the sound of the sky falling apart?

Why is the Son the last to come out?

Why did the knife that obviously belonged to Murong Tianlong end up in the hands of the Holy Son?

Nobody knows.

Even on the lonely peak, the national teacher standing in the wind only saw some clues.

The national teacher turned out to be a silver-haired old woman, with a quiet expression, always unfazed, but at this time, that peace was broken.

"This son can actually control the magic knife!!"

She saw the fragment of the confrontation just now:

Murong Tianlong, who obtained the "Little Evil Relic Demon Buddha Amplification", fought against the Holy Son three times with the magic sword.

The speed of the three strikes was extremely fast, so to outsiders, it was like a thunderclap.

And then.

Murong Tianlong was completely unable to control Leng Yansaw, not even the Demon Buddha Amplification Array, he had already reached the limit.

The dragon's roar in his mind had brought him to the point where life was worse than death.

So, after the third blow.

He collapsed and fell to his knees.

And the scene that shocked the national teacher was: Leng Yansaw actually seemed to be alive, and with a move from the Holy Son's hand, it entered his palm.

The demon knife killed the lord and cut off Murong Tianlong's head.

However, under the three consecutive collisions just now, the Hundred Battle Knife was overwhelmed and broke into two.

This quirky feeling.

Let the national teacher have the illusion that "the magic knife wants to be on top, so he deliberately slashed the hundred battle knives of the Holy Son".

When the Holy Son met Leng Yansaw, it was like a pair of destined partners coming together.

Evil dragon with holy son?

Why does its eternal roar of day and night have no effect on the Son?

Shouldn't the cold saw always be sealed with a bronze box so that it never sees the light?

Shouldn't it have always been tightly bound with Sanskrit chains, so that not only was there no light in the knife box, but not even a trace of excess breath could enter?

Otherwise, the light will excite the evil dragon in the sword, and even revive it completely, which will bring disaster to the world.

And the entry of the breath will ignite the evil dragon, and it will also make it crazy, so that the mind of the holder can never be calm, and just holding it will go crazy.

And there are times when you control the magic knife.

Murong Tianlong was far beyond his limit, so he almost went crazy at the end.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't hurt the Son.

The old woman looked at the young man who was carrying the magic knife on her shoulder and walking forward in the long grass, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The future is terrifying." ”

Xia Ji carried Murong Tianlong's head, walked to the border of Wei Yan, and stood still in front of the boundary card.

Throw the head far away.

The head of the first person in the Shadow Academy rolled a few times in the grass and landed at the feet of Feng Rui, who was approaching.

Mr. Big fell to his knees, holding the human head in both hands.

Murong Tianlong's face was extremely hideous.

It was an inhuman form impregnated with evil energy and distorted.

Feng Rui trembled.

The impact before and after was too great, and he only felt that all his expectations and all his determination had been shattered.

He looked up at the Holy Son in the distance, suppressed his anger, and raised his voice to ask, "Can you collect the body?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Throw the corpse over." ”

As soon as his words fell, the general of the Northern Liangzhou of Great Wei immediately waved his hand.

The two cavalrymen rode away, then jumped down, lifted Murong Tianlong's headless corpse and threw it out of the border.

Two soldiers also ran out of the Yan army and quickly retrieved the body.

Feng Rui stared at the young man with scattered black hair and a magic knife, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes about to burn.

But the national style of Yan is different from that of Wei, and he doesn't say anything about morality or demonic exercises.

A cold voice squeezed out from between the big gentleman's teeth: "Holy Son, there are people outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky, and you have to forgive people and spare people, if you don't leave a line today, how can others leave a line for you in the future?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "So you are Tian Yuan." ”

Feng Rui was stunned for a moment, then became furious, and was about to step forward with the red lotus knife in his hand, but after looking at the young man's might, he still stopped abruptly.

Hitting people doesn't slap them in the face.

If possible, which martial artist would be willing to give up chasing Tongxuan and commit to Tianyuan?

The big gentleman of the Shadow Academy said coldly: "The magic knife Leng Yansaw has always belonged to my Shadow Academy, and I also ask the Holy Son to return it to its original owner." ”

Xia Ji smiled: "If you want it, you can get it." ”

"You!!"

Feng Rui was completely furious.

But even though he was angry, he still didn't dare to take a step.

Facing the Holy Son at this moment, he knew that he could be crushed by the realm, but he still didn't dare to go out.

Feng Rui felt that he couldn't stay anymore, and if he stayed any longer, it would be just self-inflicted humiliation.

However, he still had to say a cruel word: "The magic knife is stored with you first, and someone from my Shadow Academy Palace will naturally come to pick it up, so don't lose it before that." ”

Xia Ji nodded: "Remember to let him not come alone." ”

Feng Rui was stunned: "Why?"

"Someone has to collect his body like he did today, right?"

Xia Ji smiled.

Feng Rui clenched his fists, but he still didn't dare to get on.

After a few back and forth conversations, he felt that his old face had been being slapped.

"Let's go!

The Yan army came turbulently, but when it went, it was extremely embarrassed.

Xia Ji thrust the magic knife Leng Yan saw to his side, sat quietly in the moonlight, looked at the smoke and dust, as if he fell into a realization.

In the first battle, he gained a lot.

Murong Tianlong's strength is actually really strong, he is the kind of protagonist level who "crosses the level of challenges as commonplace", how did they practice?

You must know that you have more than the internal strength of Rokkako.

And do they just rely on taking medicine?

But...

Xia Ji also saw the string of human bone prayer beads he crushed, and after the formation lines appeared on his face, his strength suddenly rose to the next level.

Then touch the magic knife on the side of your hand.

The terrifying roar of the evil dragon came to his mind.

"Scream, you scream desperately, the louder you scream, the more I like it. ”

Xia Ji muttered in his heart, and at the same time ordered, "All of them are exchanged for internal force." ”

[True Qi, +10 days + 11 days + 14 days + 20 days + 13 days + 10 days + 9 days...+1 day...]

Floating red, seeing floating red again.