Ziyin's fingers pressed on the trigger that popped out of the scabbard, and now the knife was more like a knife and a gun, and the powerful aura on Ziyin's body gradually disappeared, and in its place was an unfathomable feeling.

The long snow-white hair was gradually replaced by black, and the long black ponytail was windless, wisps of steam erupted from the scabbard, and the crimson blade loomed.

Ziyin now feels like a real swordsman, a glimmer of light appeared in his purple eyes, his half-squinted eyes widened, and there was no smile on his face, only indifference. The indifferent look made his soft face even more cold, and now he did look like a handsome swordsman.

Completely gave up using his own equipment, once Lian Zhen said a word, of course, this was said to the Ziyin who had no memory at that time.

'The reason why the broken army star is powerful is not his equipment, but his sword skills, the nine weapons of the broken army are certainly powerful, but without the cooperation of powerful sword skills, the broken army will not be known as an invincible existence. The reason why Jono was able to comprehend the Nine Laws was not because of books and the feelings of heaven and earth, but because of the feeling of heaven and earth.

'Sword! ’

Agareth did not leave the throne that belonged to the emperor of this country, and his face did not change and remained so ugly, but the two sides next to Agareth moved.

The monster called the two-faced creature limped in front of Ziyin, his lips gradually cracked, and corpses appeared on the bloody mouth, and the corpses gradually wrapped around the body of the face of the wrinkle.

However, there was a trace of golden lines on the corpse, and the corpse was absorbing the power of the two sides of the corpse's body to form an armor for it. Agareth is afraid of Ziyin's existence, and no one is not afraid of death.

And Agareth is the same, but the two sides of the fate are different, I have to say that Agareth succeeded, and succeeded in creating a monster. A monster who is not afraid of death. So he came out of the two-sided dilemma, not because of anything else, but because of this consciousness that drove his body to fight with Ziyin.

The two-sided calamity belonged to Agares, because the one who created him was Agares, and he had no feelings, because his feelings were taken from him in that place. Monsters don't need feelings. As long as strength is enough, so he is a monster.

The hands of the two wretched people stuck behind his spine, and with a heavy pull, the entire vertebrae were forcibly pulled out, but it was his spine that was strange.

Yesterday's spine was like a bone with flesh and blood, but now the flesh on this bone seems to have been cleaned, and the lines of the bone have disappeared.

The vertebrae turned completely black, as black as the corpses on his body. The cone-like vertebrae are extraordinarily flat, like a sword. That's right, this is a sword, a blade that belongs to the two-sided calamity.

The tilted head stared at the direction of the son, and the vertebrae in his hand learned the movement of the last son, and it can even be said that it is much more skillful than the last time, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.

The pale, slightly rotten hand slowly raised the weapon in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's a monster." Ziyin looked at the posture of holding the sword on both sides, and this monster seemed to have completely learned swordsmanship.

Ziyin's slender hand held the hand and half hung in front of Ziyin, and his body was half bowed. The finger gently pressed the trigger on the hilt, and wisps of steam shot out of the scabbard. A crimson-bladed sword ejected from its scabbard like a bullet.

The crimson Taidao flew straight in the direction of the two sides of the catastrophe, and Ziyin's figure also ran in the direction of the Taidao. On both sides, the wrist that Ziyin half-hung on his chest turned, and tightly grasped the crimson knife in his hand, and the knife was accompanied by countless crimson thunderbolts and slashed out at the same time.

Countless sword qi cut at both sides at the same time, but Ziyin's face was full of indifference, and his purple eyes turned crimson in an instant. A glimmer of dazzling light appeared in his crimson eyes.

And on the opposite side, wisps of light also appeared in the two blood holes on both sides, and the black-rimmed corpse crawled up to his vertebrae, and the golden lines on the black carapace suddenly turned scarlet.

The corpse gradually fused on the vertebrae, and the black vertebrae gradually appeared with a trace of golden lines, and the original vertebrae were now more like a black white sheathed knife.

The white sheathed knife made of the spine was slowly lifted. Blocking the crimson sword qi, and on the white sheath knife, red barriers appeared, and the sword qi struck on the barrier.

The barrier cracked slightly, and then shattered. The two sides of the calamity raised the white sheath in his hand and slashed towards the crimson sword qi. The black white sheath dispersed the aggressive sword aura.

The slow hands gradually became faster, and the black sword blades gradually turned into black afterimages, which kept hitting the crimson sword qi.

Dissipate! Dissipate! Dissipate!

The crimson sword qi was all on the black white sheath of the two sides of the tribulation, but there was no doubt that all of them dissipated. After all the slashes, the speed of the two sides of the calamity gradually slowed down.

The hand holding the knife reached to the other side, and the knife slowly raised, while his steps gradually accelerated, and he walked in the direction of Ziyin. The black white sheath in his hand slashed down at lightning speed.

The trigger struck again, and the crimson sword popped out again, blocking the face of the two sides. The black leather shoes kicked towards the abdomen of the two wretched people, and the black corpse was directly kicked to pieces.

Ziyin's slender hand pressed on the heads of the two supreme beings and smashed it down to the ground, and a hole about ten meters in diameter appeared in the center of Ziyin.

Ziyin's hand left the two sides of the calamity, and directly faced the sky behind him, holding the knife in the sky with one hand.

"I'm sorry, though you are indeed a monster, whether it is strength or comprehension of sword skills. It's just a pity that I wasn't able to win over. Because," Ziyin slowly inserted the crimson knife into the scabbard.

A trace of essence appeared in Ziyin's crimson eyes, and a large amount of steam emitted from the scabbard of the Taidao at his waist.

"No one can learn my sword, and no one can resist it."

The trigger struck, and the crimson sword popped out, and the slender hand grasped the knife, and the crimson flames gradually climbed up the blade.

"One sword, one thought" (to be continued.) )