The night was getting deeper.

The night wind is colder and the moonlight is cooler.

But the killing outside the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb is better than a breath.

Everywhere you can see are the broken arms and remnants of those purple monsters, and everywhere you can see those broken swords, they are no longer arrogant and detached in the sword tomb. They are broken and broken, and they lie quietly on the land of the southern wilderness, like a pile of scrap iron, which will rust, rot, and disappear when the wind blows and the rain falls.

They have also been held in someone's hands, or fighting with swords, or looking at the world.

The sword spirit is placed on the sword body, but it is born in the sword master. For the Sword Spirits, they do not have the concept of death, and for them, the only real death is to be forgotten.

The one who once held them was their everything.

But then, that person inevitably died, and they were placed in the Sword Tomb, following the ancient logic, guarding the Sword Tomb and also guarding the story of the person who once held them. In the sword spirit's view, as long as they remember them, then they are alive, always with them, and even inadvertently think of themselves as him.

It's something that's hard to understand with human logic, but it's real.

But now the sword is dead.

With that heart-wrenching story, with the memories of those who were once outstanding, he died forever.

Xu Han is not a person who can feel sad from time to time, but at this moment, the long sword was broken, and one by one the sword spirits turned into nothingness, in the face of such a scene, Xu Han still couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

The sword intent on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, but it was not because the Sword Ling side was getting braver and braver, but because of the aura emanating from those dead swords and sword spirits.

Xu Han's blood-red eyes attacked the big man again, and he didn't quite remember how many times this kind of attack was.

Every time he tried his best, but the other party left no room for it.

The strength of both sides is probably between the two, but the flesh body of the immortal monk is really too strong, the two sides come and go, killing everywhere, fists go straight to the point, but in the end, it is difficult to kill the other party because of the opponent's strong body and terrible recovery power.

"Come again!" the strong man nine feet away was covered in blood, but his eyes flashed with a scorching fierce light.

He licked the blood from his lips and tore off his ragged clothes, revealing his solid, copper-like body.

After saying this, he rushed towards Xu Han again and fought with Xu Han.

Xu Han was anxious about the ever-expanding casualties on the side of the Sword Tomb, and wanted to solve the man in front of him quickly, and he became more and more irritable, but both of them were rare powers in the world, and impatience could not make any changes to the battle situation, but because he was too impatient and lost the most basic judgment, Xu Han was repeatedly succeeded by the strong man, and retreated again and again.

He was forced back again by the strong man, and the other party frowned, and did not feel half of the joy of his victory, but said with great displeasure: "Hey! What's the matter with you? ”

Xu Han frowned calmly and didn't have the heart to understand the mockery of this strong man, he glanced at the situation on the ground again, Wang Yangming urged those sword spirits to stand far away in the sky, unable to participate in the battle, and the dense sword intent around him was connected with the sword tomb, and if he didn't clean up most of the sword spirits, there was obviously no way to cause him too much damage.

And the battle line opened by the sword spirits was also constantly eaten away by those purple monsters, and the sword spirits died every breath. At the same time, even Meng Liang Xuan'er and others gradually showed fatigue in such a long battle.

Xu Han knew that it was not a way to go on like this, whether it was for the sake of these sword spirits who were brazenly dying or for himself, he had to deal with the strong man in front of him, and then defeat the thin monk, so as to win a chance for his side.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's right arm suddenly stretched out, the purple light in his eyes flickered, and the flesh and blood on the exposed right arm squirmed, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon of the right arm.

The strong man squinted his eyes at Xu Han's right arm, and said in his mouth, "What is this?"

The purple glow in Xu Han's eyes intensified, and he said coldly: "Take your life!"

His right arm swayed with bursts of majestic demonic energy, it was the right arm that belonged to the demon monarch of Dayuan Mountain, and there was still the last demon cave that had not yet been opened among the nine demon caves. Once this last demon cave is opened, the power of this right arm will be completely unlocked, it is the power that belongs to the demon monarch, even if it is only a right arm, this power is enough to match ordinary immortals, coupled with Xu Han's body in the immortal realm, the power of the two combined is unimaginable.

Xu Han didn't use this thing because he was afraid that the power of his right arm would still be difficult to control with him now, and what he was even more afraid of was that the demon god in his body who was already ready to move was waiting for an opportunity to move at this time. But now, there are obviously not many choices in front of Xu Han.

Therefore, after he finished saying that, his face became more and more gloomy, and he shouted violently: "The ninth demon cave!

The last word "open" reached his throat, and he only spit out half of it, and then suddenly stopped.

A handsome face came to Xu Han's eyes, his starry eyes looked at Xu Han with a smile, and then he said softly: "It's okay to play, but this, it's not okay." ”

Saying that, the man stretched out one hand, his index finger cocked, and it seemed to be light and fluttering, but in fact, he was carrying wind and thunder, rolling up the clouds, and pointed at Xu Han's eyebrows.

All this came very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, Xu Han's body fell rapidly as if he had been seriously injured, and finally fell under Wang Yangming's body fiercely.

And the black-clothed monk who repelled Xu Han stood in the air with his sleeves and said with a smile: "The people in the sky want your life, this is very interesting, I want to see what kind of thing you are, will it be as interesting as this Wang Jianxian, so I will spare your life." ”

Xu Han stood up, he didn't suffer any injuries, he didn't understand why this Jizo King was like this, and of course he didn't understand the meaning of his words, but when he frowned and wanted to urge his right arm again, his face suddenly changed.

He found that the qi in his right arm had been sealed.

Although that kind of seal is not powerful, as long as he is given a stick of incense or so, he can break through this seal, but on such a battlefield, the time of one stick of incense is enough to kill and injure most of the remaining sword spirits in the place.

His face changed uncertainly for a while, and finally flew up to Wang Yangming's side, and said urgently: "Uncle Shi, I have found a plan to break the enemy, you first recall the sword spirit, turn the attack into defense, reduce casualties, and only need a stick of incense time, I can break through the enemy formation." ”

In Xu Han's opinion, this is the best way now, only in this way can they get a glimmer of life, and at the same time reduce the casualties of the sword spirits as much as possible. But to his surprise, Wang Yangming's face was silent, as if he hadn't heard what he said, and he still kept urging those sword spirits to rush and kill, fly, and then die in the enemy formation.

"Uncle Shi!" Xu Han didn't understand what Wang Yangming's move meant, his tone was inevitably a little louder at that time, and he was also a little anxious.

Wang Yangming looked sideways at Xu Han as if he had just heard Xu Han's shout, and asked in a calm tone, "Can't you see it? They are much stronger than us." ”

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "But they all rely on that person to mobilize to a certain extent, as long as I have time to break through the prohibition of the demon arm, I can kill that person, and then these monsters will be a mess, and the combat power will be reduced by at least half, and we will have the opportunity to break them one by one." ”

"Victory is also a miserable victory, and when they come again in the future, how should we resist the enemy?" Wang Yangming asked.

Xu Han was a little puzzled by what Wang Yangming was worried about at the moment, and he said again: "After this time, you can have a later story, how can the master be like this..."

"Are you confused?" Wang Yangming's face suddenly showed a smile, "I'm not confused, I see some things more clearly than you." ”

Almost at the moment when the two of them were talking, nearly a thousand sword spirits were killed in battle, and the remaining 36,000 sword spirits were already less than 10,000 at the moment.

"What do you mean, uncle?!" Xu Han asked anxiously and angrily.

At that time, Wang Yangming looked sideways at the sword spirits who were fighting on the battlefield, and the sword light in the sky reflected his old side face, which was full of enthusiasm and paranoia, and even vaguely had a hint of hideousness.

He lowered his voice and muttered in an almost demonic tone.

"It's simple. ”

"If you want you to live, the sword will not fall into their hands..."

"And only they're all dead, you... to live!"