After watching it again and again, the poisonous demon put away his shock, this is not the demon princess Chu Moxuan, but a girl who looks like her.

There can be nothing wrong with pace, temperament or even breath. The most important thing is that although he didn't see the death of the princess of the Demon Gate with his own eyes, he saw the ruthless process of Wu Qing's incarnation, and only that person in the world could make him do this.

The woman bowed slightly, and the poisonous demon could already be sure that she was not Chu Moxuan, because the person would not salute him.

It is also because of this action that she can already guess her identity, and the Moxuan Pavilion Lord is merciful, and she can only appear next to Wu Qing.

"Do you do it yourself, or will I do it for you?"

Wu Qing is ruthless, and his words at this moment have no trace of emotion, which is very compelling, but he has this strength.

Tianzi No. 7 naturally felt the death of his teammates, and understood that he had fallen into passivity when the last blow did not solve the poisonous evil.

But the person who came was Wu Qing still surprised him, this guy's southward journey was really not just about playing, he was able to find himself.

"Murderers are always killed, since the moment I picked up the butcher knife, I have calculated that I will die under the knife of others, but that person must have enough strength, you come, sooner or later it will be faced now, it is considered early. ”

Both of them knew that the search was for each other, and the Afterlife Gate had been looking for an opportunity to make a move against Moxuan Pavilion, but it was delayed, and the forces of Moxuan Pavilion were not looking for the people behind the scenes step by step.

The encounter at this moment shows that Wu Qing has already found out who is behind the layout, so now there is only endless death.

At the same time as Tianzi No. 7's right fist was clenched, strands of blood overflowed from his left hand, which was actually directly fed to the mark on his right arm.

Wu Qing looked at this action, and also understood why the poisonous evil was suppressed before, his right hand stretched out, and Xihua took out the saber willingly, and the saber flew into Wu Qing's hand on its own, and raising his hand was a sword qi.

In an instant, he came to Tianzi No. 7, whose movements were interrupted by Shengsheng and had already slashed into his right hand.

Between the shocks, blood belonging to Seven dripped down. Before it landed, it was to attract and devour the mark, Wu Qing frowned, and the sword qi exploded directly, and the danger was no less than a thunderbolt.

So it was dusty and difficult to see if there was a break, or if No. 7 was seriously injured, but Wu Qing would definitely not let an accident happen at this moment, even if No. 7 took this opportunity to escape.

The Divine Realm spread out and enveloped the surroundings as he exhaled a breath to disperse the dust. It turned out that it did not hurt Tianzi No. 7, the latter formed a black shield in his right hand, and above it was a strange beast hideous, with teeth and claws that were not majestic.

Sure enough, it was an evil thing, exactly the same as it was back then.

Fortunately, at this moment, he has locked the Tianzi No. 7, unless his true qi is exhausted or he forcibly breaks it. The next moment, Wu Qing stepped forward with his sword, and the fierce momentum that belonged to him dispersed, and before he could blink an eye, he saw a burst of sparks splashing, and he had already attacked, a seemingly ordinary sword.

In fact, it contains his lifelong perception of swordsmanship, and the principle that all laws return to the general.

The latter blocked, and the sound was so harsh, it was a pity that the surrounding grass, trees, soil and rocks were all cracked.

No. 7 turned out to be perfectly blocked, and the next moment Wu Qing moved again, and the long sword dance was also very ordinary, and the speed and strength could not be seen, but it was this kind of attack that made the former only block.

One hit, two hits.

Gradually, Seven felt abnormal, as if there was an artistic conception affecting his emotions, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart began to fluctuate.

Lonely, apathetic, sad...... The emptiness and guilt that followed the mission began to develop.

From the bottom of my heart, it began to spread in all directions.

At this time, Wuqing's offensive is changing, the palm and the long sword alternately attack, and the two cooperate perfectly, because they are one, and the lack of complements each other.

Another artistic conception appears, which is much sweeter in comparison, as if it has never been in contact with love and love.

But for a cold-blooded killer, this is a kind of pain, never getting it but always fantasizing, and the fantasy can only be suppressed in the heart, becoming an irreparable regret.

In the blink of an eye, the third type has arrived, and different sword moves are upgrades and continuations, love and vows, past and future, promises and companionship......

All kinds of attacks have not given birth to visions, but emotions have infected the latter.

The three artistic conceptions of the three-life sword technique are by no means comparable to Jiang Hai's half-hanging, and at the same time, they act on No. 7.

Suffering and suffering, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, many teenagers who were selected by the Death Gate together...... The expression of the first person he killed...... The trembling girl embraced her woman...... Abandoned teammates......

All kinds of memories turn over in the mind, involving too many emotions, regret, sadness, unwillingness, confusion, helplessness, despair......

made his body tremble unnaturally, and it was difficult to resist.

And at this moment, the ruthless sword stabbed out, which was originally the position of his heart, but because of the shaking, it deviated a little, and did not stab the vital point.

Different pain struck, and he looked down to see the blood in his chest gushing out like a spring.

It's my blood, it's still bright red and I'm alive, I've always been alive and alive. ’

"Ah......h

No. 7 roared, and the power of the city dispersed, shaking Wu Qing back, and the mark on his arm awakened and released its power at this moment, sealing the three-inch wound and stopping the blood flow.

"How dare you hurt me!"

Wu Qing didn't make any moves because of the indifference of his words, just watched his eyes beat, and his eyeballs became bigger and bigger as if they were about to erupt. The blood streaks in it throbbed, and the blood pooled in the eyes.

He got rid of the three-life sword technique.

But what kind of person is Wu Qing, raising his hand is another sword flower, the flower posture is beautiful and bright red, which is the symbol of Moxuan Pavilion.

After flying out, it spreads, and each petal is a sword qi, clanging on the black shield, but each sound is different, it is a manifestation of weakening, and the black shield should be shattered after so many blows.

It finally shattered under the impact of the third sword flower, and this was the best time for Wu Qing to find.

It turned into an afterimage and the long sword turned into lightning, rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Seven again.

"Vow to regain ......"

Xihua gently read the name of this style on the side, she can also live swordsmanship, but only will. Three lives and three worlds are not separated, the last time I saw the three worlds swordsmanship on the sixth floor of Jiangcun, the scene at that time is vivid, but it is a pity that he can't understand it thoroughly, because that is an experience she has never had.

Ruthlessly changed into Wuqing again, because he regained his past and remembered the oath he had made.

The long sword in his hand flew, turning into a burst of afterimages, and there was a trilling sound in the afterimage, if you listened carefully, it was all words, a woman's voice. It was sad or happy, but every word was audible.

It is the words of the woman that Xihua has always envied, and every word of her is transmitted in the shadow of the sword, and it is everything that Childe has written down about her.

The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly...... Everything, as long as she spit out in her mouth, sounded, and became the law he followed all his life. In addition to this, there are vows made to each other.

A sword fell, and a million turned into millions, all of which were his memories, the past that had been forgotten for a period of time.

Millions of attacks directly shook back Tianzi No. 7, and it could not play a lore role.

This is also expected by Wu Qing, after all, he is a Venerable, and there may not be one in a million people.

The long sword is mutated again, and even the Venerable cannot shield the scene, a woman walks out of the void, her appearance cannot be seen clearly, and her figure is graceful and graceful.

This person is Chu Moxuan, a woman who has haunted Wu Qing's soul for two hundred years.

Whether it is his opponent Tianzi No. 7 or the poisonous evil and cherished flowers behind him, they have all seen it at this moment, and only the poisonous demon has seen the appearance of the princess of the demon gate.

He could remember, so at this moment he was very puzzled, could it be that Wu Qing had forgotten the appearance of his former lover, and only a vague shadow remained?

No, it is impossible, he will never marry in order to wait for her to appear again, how can he forget his heart, so this time must have a special meaning.

The woman strolled along, not smiling but feeling like she was laughing, and when she stopped, everything around her was still, and she could only be seen moving.

A holy woman in front of me was saying something, or just a gentle wake-up, or a long-awaited apology, or a love word.

A man appeared out of thin air, a little taller than the woman, tall and even a little thin, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was already sure that he was just a young man.

After the man appeared, the woman obviously changed, the corners of her invisible mouth rose, and the joy was known only to her.

This feeling was felt by everyone, and before they knew it, the palms of the two were intertwined, and bursts of laughter came out.

Heaven and Earth, Ahead, Future...... Both.

This is one of the visions, it is not bad to say that it is an oath, it is exactly what the two of them made back then, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals.

"Staying together ......"

When he said this, Xihua's nasal cavity was sour, because he was moved, his son was not the most ruthless person in the world, but the most infatuated person, and he also felt a pity.

It's a pity that the woman in front of her is famous, but it's a pity that she is not her.

The two figures are a picture, and everywhere they go is to give way, and Tianzi No. 7 is losing and retreating, and there is no way to escape.

'What a ruthless son!'

Poison has never seen the swordsmanship of the third world, and this time he was shocked to see the two styles, and he only secretly sighed that he was not the only one in the world who was infatuated, and his infatuation was also engraved into the soul. He only admired Wu Qingyou, but the woman he saw was different from them.

It's not Chu Moxuan, but another person, a woman who doesn't lose anything - Bai Suqiu.

'Perhaps, I'm luckier than him, and I'm always with you, aren't I?'

The woman in the sky finally dispersed, and Wu Qing's offensive gradually stopped, motionless as if everything was over.