The sky and autumn are all becoming a little fragile at this moment.

It seemed that although the momentum was already much stronger than that of Wutong, only Qin Boyi knew that his attack was actually flashy.

The sycamore tree was firmly rooted in the ground like a rock, and it was not shaken by the wind and rain.

Qin Boyi's fingertips suddenly overflowed with several incomparably terrifying spiritual powers again, and under the shroud of that spiritual power, the sword momentum behind the girl suddenly condensed.

Wutong's face was extremely solemn, she really didn't expect that the girl in front of her could use such a powerful sword momentum even when she was seriously injured.

And the Qiushui sword intent that Qin Boyi displayed was only the power of a half-sword. In the palace, it is a half-sword, and she is even slashing the black clothes, but in the face of Wutong, although her half-sword has exceeded the expectations of this demon sect girl, she still can't win.

Qin Boyi's style of play already has a bit of a jade-like taste.

Her body was still dripping with blood, and some of the blood had not yet fallen to the ground, but it was twisted into pieces by the incomparably cold autumn water and silence in the air.

There were also some small blood cuts on Wutong's body, but she still didn't retreat, she actually relied on the powerful exercises given to her by her Demon Sect's secret method to carry down the Qiushui sword intent that the hundred demon sticks had not blocked.

Sycamore snorted, holding the iron rod in both hands, the combination of the originally petite body and the iron rod had no sense of disobedience, the silence in the sky suddenly stopped, and then the sycamore tree swaying in the flood suddenly flashed an incomparably dazzling light.

Qin Boyi retreated.

Then the autumn water beside her seemed to be impressed by the perseverance of this sycamore, and it was difficult to go further.

Qin Boyi retreated, and Wutong entered.

The autumn water in the sky has receded, and the trend of silence has entered.

Wutong's eyes were red, the hundred magic sticks in her hand exuded Dao magic light, her eyes were staring at Qin Boyi tightly, she knew that if the girl in front of her was in her heyday, her current state would definitely not be able to beat her.

She is the strongest of the real young people.

Whether it is Gu Changsheng or Ye Qing, they can't be compared with her.

Wutong seemed to understand why Yang Dingtian wanted to accept such a lame girl as his disciple, and she had a talent that she couldn't compete with.

She already had the psychology of comparing herself with the geniuses of the three major sects in the world, so she didn't let that Guanting Realm make a move in the palace before.

Ye Qing was trapped in the big array, Gu Changsheng was besieged, and only Qin Boyi and Luo Ning had problems here.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

His own Demon Sect has wasted so much strength, and his father has been playing a game for I don't know how many years, but it is still so difficult to defeat these three major sects.

She knew that Qin Boyi was seriously injured and it was difficult to persevere, so when the demonic qi finally condensed completely, Wutong's mouth let out an incomparably crisp shout.

And then the autumn water intention of the half day was finally broken!

Qin Boyi staggered back a few steps, and the blood in his mouth and body drew an extremely perfect arc in the air.

Wutong held the iron rod and smashed it down one after another like a mad demon with the aura of silence that filled the sky.

Qin Boyi raised his sword to parry, and the light on the Qiushui Sword was a little dim at this time.

But after all, the sword's tricks are to attack by coincidence, and if it is so hard to fight with a hundred devil sticks, even if its strength and realm are higher than Wutong, I am afraid that she will suffer, not to mention that Qin Boyi's body has already allowed her to be so hard.

I don't know how long it took for the huge impact, until the pool next to Qin Boyi and Wutong tumbled violently.

Qin Boyi fell heavily to the ground.

Because she was lame, she didn't know what she had stumbled on.

Wutong's attack suddenly slowed down, and her face showed a deep sense of exhaustion - she still had no way to fully control the power of the Hundred Demon Sticks, and even though she had the absolute upper hand, she still suffered a lot of injuries.

Qin Boyi's Qiushui sword intent was really difficult, and the breath like a mountain torrent gave her a headache, but she relied on her own body to carry it hard.

She gasped, looked at Qin Boyi and said, "Your most wrong decision is that you shouldn't go to the Imperial City with that waste, if you go with someone like Ye Qing or Gu Changsheng, I won't win." ”

Qin Boyi said lightly, "You also have a helper to view the court realm." ”

Wutong said, "He is already dead, and the power of the thirteenth mountain gate of the Sword Abyss has strangled him. ”

Qin Boyi was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that the thirteenth mountain gate of Jianyuan could only be entered by people below the Guanting Realm or under the age of twenty.

She frowned, she seemed to be very unhappy, because the injuries on her body were very painful, she didn't like this feeling very much, and she didn't like this Demon Sect girl who said she was ugly.

But there was nothing she could do.

Wutong picked up the iron rod, "You will die with the next stick, I will not give you any chance." ”

Qin Boyi said, "Jian Yuan won't let go of the Demon Sect. ”

Wutong listened to her last threat, and suddenly smiled, "We will create the illusion that your three major sects are killing each other, so that you will be suspicious of each other." ”

Qin Boyi looked at her and said thoughtfully, "It's so calculating." ”

Sycamore said, "I can't help it, because I want to win." ”

......

Qin Boyi sat on the ground, looking at his embarrassed self in the reflection of the Qiushui Sword with his last strength.

I don't know when my freshly washed face became extremely embarrassed again, full of dust and blood.

Wutong raised the iron rod, and the silence in the sky instantly became active.

She really didn't plan to give Qin Boyi any chance, even if this girl couldn't afford to be seriously injured, she still didn't have any carelessness.

Qin Boyi clenched his sword.

Although she had no strength, she still didn't choose to sit still, because Jian Yuan had never been a person who sat still, and Yang Dingtian had never taught her to sit still, so she wouldn't sit still.

She wanted to see if she could make a cut on Sycamore's face before she died, or if she could leave a trace on her.

Then the silence of the sky arrived.

Qin Boyi smiled helplessly, if he could cast that complete Qiushui sword, he might not die today.

She picked up the sword in despair, saying that she was desperate, because she was also a little afraid of death, but she was afraid of death only because she still had a lot of things to do and a lot of things to do and want to say, she didn't know what she thought of in a trance, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A crisp sound sounded, and the Qiushui Sword and the Hundred Devil Sticks collided again.

Qin Boyi's arm bent without accident, and then drooped down.

The autumn water will collapse!

She was defeated.

The iron rod came to her.

But somehow, she just didn't want to die.

She still wants to fight.

So she closed her eyes and didn't look at the iron rod.

She didn't look at the silence that broke the autumn water, so she had no fear.

Qin Boyi suddenly had a strange feeling.

Under the threat of death, I don't know why my Dao heart suddenly became extremely clear.

Then she opened her eyes.

She first saw the sword in her hand, then the stick in Wutong's hand, and then saw the pool of water next to her.

Then she closed her eyes again.

She saw rivers that flowed from spring to autumn, frozen into ice and then recycled.

I saw that the autumn water converged into a pool, and the water became stagnant water, and then evaporated, and finally became a spring rain moisturizer.

......

Then she suddenly understood that everything can rise because of autumn water.

Death is sometimes a kind of growth, the autumn water freezes, and next year the spring flowers bloom, it will flow down from the top of the mountain again, unstoppable.

There was a restriction in the dark, and suddenly somehow it was broken.

......

Qin Boyi raised her sword, because she was sitting on the ground, her posture looked a little stiff and clumsy.

This time it's no longer a half-sword.

The Autumn Water Sword slashed in the air in a full arc.

......