In the blink of an eye, the white-haired Jiang Yi and the resurrected cadre demon recited more than a hundred moves.

Huh!

With a loud roar, the white-haired Jiang Yi saw the opportunity to use the magic knife first form again: Da Heitian!

In a flash of fierce black knife light, it tore apart the body of the cadre demon and killed him again.

However, after this fierce battle, the white-haired Jiang Yi also had two new scars on his body, and the blood soaked his cloak and dripped on the ground.

He slowly breathed the demonic qi in his body, calming down his slightly disordered breath, and gasping softly in his mouth, looking a little tired.

The strength of the cadre's meditation is extremely strong, and even if the white-haired Jiang Yi can kill him, it will take a lot of demonic energy and energy.

Despite this, his face was filled with a hearty smile,

Under the loss of demonic energy, his momentum could not continue to be maintained at its peak, and it seemed to have exhausted a lot, but the sword intent that lingered on his body was more condensed and tempered than at the beginning, and the edge was compelling.

The white-haired Jiang Yi is the body of the Heavenly Demon, and he was born after absorbing the vast demonic energy in the hidden spring of the netherworld, and his body contains infinite potential, and he can become stronger and stronger the more he fights.

Disheveled!

The demonic qi gathered, the black mist rose, and the demon thought was resurrected again, wielding a gray-black long sword towards the white-haired Jiang Yi.

"Even if you can be resurrected, you don't have to die at my hands."

The white-haired Jiang Yi let out a long roar, turning into a sword light and slashing out through the air.

The fierce battle is on again.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the white-haired Jiang Yi was killed three times.

At the same time, the white-haired Jiang Yi had more injuries.

If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra and possessed a strong defensive power, the body of the Heavenly Demon was even more different from ordinary people, far surpassing ordinary demons, and possessing a strong self-healing ability, I am afraid that he would have died under the sword of the cadre.

Even so, he was pale, his breath was vain, he was sweating profusely, and his breathing was hoarse and low. The demonic energy in the body is only two or three percent of what it was in its heyday.

However, this kind of fierce fighting, and the feeling of palpitations wandering between life and death, is a rare enjoyment for the white-haired Jiang Yi.

So he didn't mean to ask the deity to help.

Of course, the white-haired Jiang Yi looked quite miserable, and after the cadre Demon Nian died a few times, his strength was also weakened a lot.

Later, the speed of his resurrection slowed down even more, and his willingness to fight the white-haired Jiang Yi was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning.

……

"It's time for it to end."

Seeing that the white-haired Jiang Yi was almost at his limit, Jiang Yi carried the Mo Evil Sword and walked towards the newly resurrected cadre demonic thoughts.

After taking three steps, his figure suddenly turned into a crimson sword light that tore through the sky, stabbing at the Demon Thought.

Poof!

At this time, the strength of the cadre's demon thoughts had weakened a lot, and he couldn't stop Jiang Yi's full sword at all, and he was suddenly pierced through his body by the sword light.

He whispered in disbelief:

"Why did Mo Xie kill the general......

Disheveled!

Before he could finish speaking, his body exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke and dissipating without a trace.

At the same time, Jiang Yi's figure suddenly appeared behind the general, and the Mo Evil Sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling golden light, like a great sun shining on the entire tearless city.

A soft sword intent diffused from the Mo Evil Sword, filling the entire ancient city in an instant.

This sword intent is like a rain of jade dew, washing the sadness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow contained in this city.

At the same time, the sword spirit of the Mo Evil Sword released a gentle thought, hooking up the sword spirit of the Ganjiang Sword, like a gentle wife gently soothing the sadness and hatred in the Ganjiang Sword.

Airplanes!

The sword inserted in the ground trembled slightly, and the gray-black sword body slowly turned snow-white. As the obsession is gone, the magic fades. The sword of the cadre slowly transformed from a magic soldier to a divine weapon.

In fact, the Mo Evil Sword was also made of Heavenly Demon Ore, and it was supposed to be a vicious demon soldier, but because Mo Xie threw himself into the sword furnace desperately and sacrificed his life to the sword, he washed away the demonic energy on the sword and turned it into a righteous path divine soldier.

On the contrary, it was the Yiyi Sword, which was originally intended by Su Tianxin to suppress the Yin Shi Youquan, but because of the overnight demonization, it became a magic sword, and I have to say that life is impermanent and the world is unpredictable.

The sword light of the Mo Evil Sword slowly converged, and the sad aura that had been condensed for hundreds of years in the City of Tears slowly dissipated, and the entire ancient city became peaceful and serene.

Finally, the demon thought of the cadre did not appear again.

Boom!

Seeing that the cadre was finally no longer resurrected, the white-haired Jiang Yi couldn't help but feel relieved, and his body fell backwards weakly, falling to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Seeing this, Suzaku hurriedly ran forward to help him up, and asked with concern:

"Are you alright?"

The white-haired Jiang Yi put his head in her arms, and after changing into a comfortable position, he said:

"It's okay, just cultivate for a while."

As he spoke, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Suzaku couldn't help frowning when he looked at him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for him, but blamed him angrily:

"If you had joined forces with the deity from the beginning, why did you end up in this field?"

The white-haired Jiang Yi just grinned, then took her slender hand and didn't speak again.

Suzaku's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't move after all, just snorted lightly in his nose.

Although the white-haired Jiang Yi's injuries looked serious, they were actually not a big deal, after all, his Heavenly Demon Body had a strong self-healing ability, and the injuries on his body were just scary to look at.

It's just that Suzaku is rare to be gentle, and he is not reckless, enjoying her embrace with peace of mind.

This battle with the cadre's demon thoughts also benefited him a lot. It not only stimulates part of the potential in the body, but also improves the strength a little.

At the same time, he has a lot of new comprehensions of the newly created magic knife technique, and when he completes the careful digestion in the future, the power of that type of big black sky can become stronger.

Su Tianxin, who was standing on the side, felt the sadness of the tearless city disappear, and watched the sword body of the Ganjiang Sword become snow-white and refreshed, and couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes were full of complex emotions, some sad, some lost, and some relieved and relaxed.

After a long time, she sighed softly:

"Finally, it's over!"

She knew that the demon thought of the cadre had been relieved, and she herself should let go of the obsession that she had carried for more than 600 years, after all, the people were gone.

Call!

Su Tianxin slowly closed his eyes and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

At the same time, the burden in her heart was removed, and the lingering sorrow that was originally hidden between her eyebrows also dissipated.

Airplanes!

A mysterious fluctuation of thoughts permeated from him, and a magnificent spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly converged from all directions, lingering around her.

The aura on Su Tianxin's body became more and more ethereal, as if he was about to fly away at any time and leave this world.