The Ghost Emperor's dark eyes without pupils glanced lightly, and said in a cold voice: "Get out of the way!" ”

Just two words, in the mighty coercion hidden between the void and the world, the overwhelming thought of Su Qingwu's weak body to strike.

Su Qingwu felt the blood in his chest surge, and a stream of sweetness stuck in his throat would spit it out as long as he used a slight force.

She forced down her chest to gush out blood, and the starlight in her eyes gathered in one place to get brighter and brighter.

The Nanxuan Protector Sword in his hand was held rigidly, looking at the Ghost Emperor, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

The Ghost Emperor glanced at it lightly, and did not take this weak human in his eyes.

The staff in his hand, gradually purple light, filled the entire dark earth.

In an instant, the entire space was covered with a rich purple color.

What kind of spiritual power is this, it can actually cover the entire space.

Su Qingwu was surprised, but her body did not take a step back.

Behind her, there are people she must protect.

She never wanted to let anyone die because of her.

In vain, the purple light turned into a sharp blade, and attacked in unison in the direction where Su Qingwu was.

Su Qingwu's whole body tensed, looking at the blade with the aura of destruction, the light of the Nanxuan Protector Sword in his hand was even better.

In the golden light, the sword in Su Qingwu's hand was picked up, and he swung it again, and the speed of the sword in his hand became faster and faster, and his body gradually divided into three.

Everyone wields a different sword.

This is......

Nan Xuanyu looked at Su Qingwu nervously, he was so worried about her.

What the hell is this person in his head, he actually dares to face the Ghost Emperor head-on.

This is the Ghost Emperor, a strong man who has been famous for thousands of years.

It's not something that those of them who have been practicing for more than ten years can handle.

While looking at Su Qingwu worriedly, he was shocked by Su Qingwu's swordsmanship.

In this sword technique, he felt the sword intent.

A sword intent that protects others even if they fall.

Sword intent, a realm that transcends the existence of various exercises.

Legend has it that if you practice it, you can even go a thousand miles in the future.

Even if a person with high talent does not have twenty years of sword dancing experience, he will not be able to comprehend the sword intent.

This Su Qingwu looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, even if she started learning swords since she was born, she wouldn't comprehend it so quickly.

That's right, when life and death were at stake, Su Qingwu comprehended his sword intent.

She is very familiar with the sword, 10,000 years ago, since she can remember, the first gift she received in her hand was a sword made of spiritual bamboo.

Grandpa was her teacher.

She often asked her grandfather something like this: "Grandpa, grandpa, when will I be as good as you." ”

Five-year-old Su Qingwu, standing on the ground full of peach blossoms, asked the old man sitting on the stone bench.

"Haha!" Grandpa touched his white breath, laughed, and touched Su Qingwu's head: "When you comprehend your sword intent, you will be qualified to ask grandpa this question again." ”

It's a pity that when she had the qualifications to comprehend her sword intent, her grandfather was no longer in this world.

Thinking of the past, the starlight in Su Qingwu's eyes gradually converged into a dazzling sun: "I won't die here, if I defeat you, I can live, then I will definitely defeat you!" ”

There was a loud sound on the ground, sounding in the darkness, and the Ghost Emperor was also surprised by himself just now, and he didn't know anything.

This Su Qingwu is only seventeen years old, how can he comprehend the sword intent.

When such a genius appeared on the mainland, he didn't know.

The Ghost Emperor's eyes flickered, and green ghost fire emerged from his eye sockets, flickering bright and dark.

He was amazed at Su Qingwu's talent, but so what......

The Ghost Emperor swung his staff, and more and more purple blades condensed by the aura of the purple undead around him.

Gradually, Sue's dancing speed became slower and slower.

The attack that maintains a high speed for a long time makes her body unbearable.

"Human little doll, no matter how powerful you are, you are a human after all, human physical strength is limited, and you are only weak after all."

No, she's not, Su Qingwu wanted to shout loudly. She's not weak, really isn't.

She tried to be strong and big, and she wanted to be like her grandfather.

Because only in this way is she the peerless Tianjiao, the first genius on the mainland, and the most suitable heir in the eyes of her grandfather.

Her grandfather's hope for her will not disappear.

Weak, two words, never appear in Su Qingwu's dictionary.

The body is exhausted, so what.

As long as she is still Su Qingwu, she is still the peerless Tianjiao back then.

It's not going to fall here.

The body speed is getting faster and faster, and the body is surpassing before.

How is this possible, could it be said that Su Qingwu has exceeded the limit just now and broken through himself.

Cultivators have their own limits, and for the Ghost Emperor is no exception, he also has his own limits.

His limits have not been broken for 10,000 years.

But the weak human in front of him actually broke through so quickly.

Such a person, wherever he is placed, should be peerless.

It's a pity that today she has to die.

She doesn't die, and she will never stop.

The Ghost Emperor flicked his staff, and a huge black vortex emerged from the staff.

In the black whirlpool, there was a cold, so that Su Qingwu's body was gradually invaded by the cold.

The light clothes she wore couldn't withstand the cold, and in the face of the harsh environment, even Su Qingwu had to face the cruel reality.

Her movements grew fuller, and she knew that a purple blade cut through her snow-white skin, revealing a red scar on it.

A black liquid flows from the scar.

"The edge of my sword has the poison of death, and if you hit it, you will die."

Speaking of her going to die, Su Qingwu's eyes were wide open, she hadn't been reborn for a long time, and she didn't want to die.

She still has a lot of things to do, and there are still things she has to do.

The family's blood revenge has not been avenged, how can she die easily.

She wanted to live.

However, how could it be, the toxin burst out in her body, and in an instant, her body was unconscious.

The hilt of the sword in his hand was no longer held, and as soon as his hand was loosened, his eyes were black, and his body fell backwards.

She fell into a gentle embrace.

"Su Qingwu, you didn't say you wanted to live, look at how embarrassed you are now."

Nan Xuanyu said angrily, his eyes hurt, and he didn't fake it.

"Su Qingwu, you said that we will live together, so don't die!"

She didn't want to die.

She wants to live well.

However, now in the face of the Ghost Emperor, do they still have the strength to fight?

There was a trace of despair in his heart, looking at the Ghost Emperor, Su Qingwu felt for the first time that he seemed to be really weak.

"Su Qingwu said that if we can live, we must be able to live,"

"Don't forget, who I am."

"I am the first day of the mainland, the crown prince of Nanxuan Kingdom."

"Let's live together, Su Qingwu!"