The big sword clenched his teeth, looking at the aggressive Ling Yan, the resentment in his heart didn't know how thick it was, but when he saw that the dementor general also attacked, he suddenly was ruthless, and once again urged the broken sword away with one palm, ignoring it, only killing the dementor general.

The weakest strength here is the Dementor General, it is not impossible to kill him, and then break a way out and escape to heaven.

The moment the killing machine appeared, the anger in the eyes of the dementor general also exploded in vain, how could he calm down after being forced by the big sword before, those resentful souls who had been quiet for a long time, like boiling water, began to churn on the body of the dementor general, a magic knife was full of anger, did not evade, faced the big sword, faced the dying blow of this Xuan Immortal, and crashed towards it.

"Dementors, dodge, don't fight against them!" Seeing this, Ling Yan hurriedly shouted.

The strength of the soul dementor is not weak, but compared to the big sword, this Xuan Immortal who even has the power of his natal power is a little difficult, he is just a celestial immortal, how can he fight against such an existence?

However, Ling Yan's roar could not be exchanged for the dementor general's return.

He is a general, a general of the Demon Alliance, as a demon, there is no fear in his heart, let alone fear of death, the reason why they don't want to die is because they still have unwillingness in their hearts, residual resentment, one day does not eliminate the unwillingness and resentment in their hearts, they are still the demons that everyone in the outer heavens will be punished.

But who has ever seen the Demon Society flee into the wilderness?

The Ling Yan Evil Shadow on the side suddenly shot out a pitch-black spell, and at an extremely fast speed, it hit the body of the big sword, and suddenly, a little immortal power flowed out of the body of the big sword, and more than a dozen identical gray-black spells began to revolve around the big sword.

"Trapped Spell?? Hmph, no one can stop me! The big sword was stunned for a moment, but the attack in his hand did not stop in the slightest.

Ling Yan's evil shadow waved the floating dust, as if he was exerting power on those few spells, and sure enough, those few spells suddenly rose with a burst of dark light, and the action of the great sword was also a little slower, although it was an extremely subtle point, but it could also cause a lot of unstable turmoil.

Ling Yanlong's body turned into lightning and struck the top of the great sword's head, grabbing the big sword's head with one claw.

But at this time, the great sword was already in front of the Dementor General, and his thousands of broken swords had already followed his gestures and attacked the Dementor General.

"A thousand grievances!" The dementor general reversed the sword, and then swung horizontally, the blade slashed towards the countless broken swords, and the moment he swung the sword, the soul in his body seemed to be pulled by the knife, and slashed towards the broken sword along with the knife.

Ding Ling dangchang....

The countless sounds are like an earth-shattering performance, and under the deafening, there is an indescribable beautiful and pleasant sound.

Bang..

The head of the big sword was fiercely shattered by Ling Yan. Countless bright red blood mixed with miserable white ** splattered in all directions.

However, Dajian didn't die, he just lost consciousness, as a Xuan Immortal, if he didn't cut his life, he didn't break his heart, he couldn't die at all, but without a head and consciousness, how could he escape the fate of death? ? The dementor general's whole body was pierced by the broken sword, and the dense wounds were shocking to see, and even his life and heart were somewhat damaged, but at this time, he couldn't take care of these wounds at all, and his angry face revealed an unstoppable killing, and the magic knife had cut through the body of the big sword and cut off his life.

The three souls and seven spirits of the big sword began to appear, but they were still sucked into the abdomen by Ling Yan.

They don't have time to escape, maybe, they can't escape at all, their souls are too weak, they can't leave the third layer of the illusion at all, and all the people who die here may not be able to get superborn.

An immortal-level existence just fell.

With the slowly falling body of the big sword, Ling Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but these were not the point, Ling Yan took out a 'rejuvenation pill' from his baggage, let the dementor general take it, and immediately, the extremely hideous wound on his body began to be ligated and healed.

The dementor general began to meditate cross-legged, realizing the benefits of killing Xuan Xian, while Ling Yan began to clean up the body of the big sword, there are many magic weapons of the big sword, and there are many materials, but the good grades are rare, and not all materials are worthy of his realm.

The big sword is dead, and his azure giant sword like sea water naturally has no owner, Ling Yan is very interested in this magical giant sword, however, when he holds it in his hand, Ling Yan has a feeling of holding a dead thing....

Ling Yan held the giant sword and looked at it carefully, but found that he couldn't resonate with this sword in any way...

After a moment of breathing, the dementor general opened his eyes and looked at Ling Yan, and said, "My lord, this sword is dead, you can bury it..."

"Dead?" Ling Yan was shocked, turned to look at the dementor, a little puzzled, and said, "How could the sword die?" ”

The dementor general put his hands on his knees, moved his mouth, frowned slightly, and then, sighed and shook his head, and said: "The sword has spirituality, when the master dies, they will also follow the master, as soon as the big sword dies, this sword will also self-destruct, it's a pity, this is a peerless sword, but it just died!" ”

The Dementor General shook his head again and again and sighed, looking pity.

Rao is Ling Yan, and he was silent when he listened.

People live in the world, the most important thing is to confidant, a sword can identify with a person, not because of how strong that person is, but because that person can understand himself and can give full play to his most cutting-edge side.

Who doesn't want Excalibur?? But how many people are worthy of a sword??

People are only ruthless with swords, but they are just ruthless with people.

Ling Yan was silent for a moment, his eyes staring at the sword in his hand, its azure luster began to slowly calm down, slowly changing color, gradually, turning into a stone sword, jagged cracks, appeared on its sword body, a sadness, swirling around this dead sword.

Ling Yan pinched his fingers, dug through the pitch-black ground next to the corpse of the big sword, made a rectangular pit, and put the sword into the pit.

The cold wind that is sadder than the autumn wind blows in this empty land, and the swirling whirlpool tunnel not far away begins to collapse and disappear, and finally, it is closed and gone, and the entire three floors, an empty piece, can't help but make people feel a depressing feeling in their hearts, because they can't see everything...

Looking at the sword, Ling Yan was indifferent for a moment, and suddenly, he smiled disapprelicly....

I already have (drizzle), why do you want to do so much? What you can't get is not a loss, if you look a little wider, you won't feel that you will be worse than others........