Autumn water rises.

The sword intent of the autumn water rises.

Sycamore didn't realize what was happening, as her face was still on the same expression she had seen before.

Her iron rod smashed down unstoppably, and in her eyes it seemed that she had already seen Qin Boyi's corpse, and then a smile appeared at the corner of Wutong's mouth.

But she didn't expect that the sword that Qin Boyi swung out at the end turned out to be so hard that the silence in the sky could no longer advance half a step.

Under the dead silence, suddenly there was a burst of life.

It's like a small tree in spring that has just spit out its branches, and it's like ice and snow melting and everything is rejuvenating.

Then Wutong saw a sword light that she couldn't forget in her life, and a sword light like water surrounded Qin Boyi at this time.

The latter's eyes suddenly became very bright, and she looked at the iron rod that Wutong could no longer suppress, and said very seriously but with great confidence.

"I don't have to die. ”

Don't die, implication.

——

You can't kill me.

Wutong took a few steps back one after another, her face flushed with an extremely unhealthy red, she looked at the Qiushui sword light beside Qin Boyi, and she didn't know what to think.

She didn't expect that in the face of the threat of death, Qin Boyi would actually realize the last Qiushui sword intent.

Qin Boyi sat on the ground, waving a sword in his hand, that movement looked extremely stiff, but in Wutong's eyes at this time, this sword was very smooth, and it was also very natural.

Because that's the whole sword.

The sword intent of autumn water can be one sword, or it can be many swords, and autumn water gives birth to all things, that is, it can give birth to countless sword momentums.

Wutong covered her face with an iron rod, and then took a few steps back, and the Qiushui sword intent that seemed to have no lethal power roared past her, and Wutong's hair was shocked by the power of this sword momentum and danced in the air.

Even the hundred magic stick in his hand was buzzing because of this Qiushui sword intent.

This is the sword technique specially created by Yang Dingtian for Qin Boyi, the girl does not understand the world, she only knows how to practice in her eyes, this purest autumn water sword intent is naturally the most suitable for her.

Therefore, once the Qiushui sword intent is fully complete, even the silence intent of the sycamore will cannot be resisted.

If Wutong's realm can go one step further and exert more power in the hundred magic sticks, then the silence intent may be able to overpower the Qiushui will, but Wutong's realm strength is like this, and now she is finally completely suppressed.

Qin Boyi stood up from the ground.

Her petite face was full of seriousness, and then the sword light looked like a girl from the Red Dust Pavilion had been smeared with a faint layer of fat powder.

This layer of fat powder is extremely natural and looks good.

It's just that she didn't notice these at this time, and her eyes were full of sycamores.

She remembered that Wutong had said before that she was very ugly, Luo Ning would not like herself, she didn't want to retaliate, but it was a woman's nature to hold grudges.

Qin Boyi said lightly, "Your mouth is very stinky." ”

Wutong was flowing with a silence that had been completely disrupted by the autumn water intention, and she closed her eyes slightly, as if she was suffering a great deal of pain.

She knew that Qin Boyi's body was returning to the light, if she could carry this sword, then the girl in front of her would have no means.

Qin Boyi also knew her physical condition, judging from the injuries she received, although she had realized the complete Qiushui Sword Intent, she still had no way to fight for a long time.

Therefore, this sword will be the strongest sword she will have after realizing Qiushui's sword intent.

She also didn't give this girl of the Demon Sect any chance, and the Qiushui Sword Intent, which seemed to be full of vitality, suddenly became full of murderous aura at this time.

Every sword intent was like a murderous sword at this time.

In Wutong's slightly frightened gaze, the sword finally fell.

This is the most perfect sword, and if Yang Dingtian is here, he will be amazed.

If Yang Mubai was here, he would have pondered why this sword was so perfect.

If Luo Ning was here, he would probably touch Qin Boyi's head and praise the good sword.

Because this sword is indeed good.

......

Blood stains appeared next to Wutong's body, and then there were fragments of broken clothes that were twisted into powder by this sword intent.

Even though she had the Demon Sect's body forging technique, she was still injured.

Even the powerful body of the Demon Sect could not resist the sharpness of this Qiushui sword intent.

Wutong took a few more steps back, and a look of horror finally appeared in her eyes, because she finally felt the threat of death in the midst of this sword momentum.

But after all, there is no way to resist this sword.

She seemed to begin to understand why this young girl was so difficult to deal with, and in the cultivation of the younger generation, she was indeed the strongest and most gifted person she had ever seen.

But sycamores are sycamores after all.

She is the daughter of the Demon Sect Master, and she also has her pride.

So knowing that she was invincible, she also did not choose to give up.

She chose to make a bet with Qin Boyi - betting on whether she could carry this sword, and betting on whether the injuries in Qin Boyi's body could support her to continue the autumn water will.

So the silence beside Wutong dissipated.

She chose the most energy-saving way to fight against Qin Boyi's autumn water will.

Her powerful body used as the most effective means to resist most of Qin Boyi's sword intent, and then she closed her eyes, and the plane tree began to sway in the wind and rain, and it was even about to break.

Then Sycamore understands that he has lost the bet.

Qin Boyi's sword momentum pierced her defenses.

......

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Among the thirteenth mountain gates of Jian Yuan, the extra palace made people feel abrupt, which of course meant that he blocked most of the roads.

Just like a farmer in a hurry, he carries a hoe on his shoulder.

No one knew how he got into the Thirteenth Gate, and no one knew what he was doing here.

His body exuded extremely weak spiritual power, and if he felt it carefully, he wouldn't even be able to reach the Qi Deficiency Period.

If you just feel it, you can't even tell if he's a practitioner or not.

So this is also the reason why he was able to quietly enter the thirteenth mountain gate under Yang Dingtian's nose - no one would care about an ordinary person.

But only he knows that he is not an ordinary person.

At least compared to most ordinary people, he is not an ordinary person.

He walked through the entire palace through the broken bricks and tiles, and continued to walk forward, looking for the sword intent and silence intent that occasionally blew in the air, and determined the direction and direction of this battlefield.

Then his pace quickened.

He rounded a few small hills, and then came to the battlefield of Qin Boyi and Wutong.

He looked at the spring next to the two of them, quietly thoughtful.

He quickly made an extremely accurate judgment, and then he walked down the hill with his hoe on his shoulder.

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