The scarlet sword began to move forward again.

The blood light in the sky flowed down the long sword body, like a surging flood finally finding a flood gate, and rushed towards the wound at the center of Si Bai's eyebrows.

But at this moment, bursts of black gas suddenly gushed out from his wound.

Hideous human faces kept appearing in the black air, but they disappeared in an instant, as if countless painful evil spirits were imprisoned in them.

Blood and black gas meet again.

And this time.

The power contained in the black qi was obviously not the same as before, and the blood light that bloomed from the Xingtian Sword, the power that was once enough to threaten the existence of the Demon Monarch, could not break through the barrier formed by the black qi for a while.

The two are deadlocked, and neither can take the other.

But such a stalemate is destined to be short-lived.

Behind Si Bai, the civil and military officials who had been overjoyed because of the turn of events suddenly let out an exclamation.

This kind of gaffe is naturally an extremely rare thing for these big people who hold the lifeblood of the Great Zhou, but it is really because what is happening in front of them at this moment is too weird.

Those Linglong Pavilion disciples who had already chosen to retreat suddenly convulsed, and then black qi gushed out from their bodies, and their bodies dried up at that moment, and in an instant, they turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.

And those black qi poured into Si Bai's body and became his nutrients, and he was proud that the black qi gushing out of his eyebrows also intensified.

It's just that if the civil and military officials led by Mr. Lu and the others knew that such a terrible situation not only happened under this dragon platform, but also on the bodies of every Linglong Pavilion disciple who had cultivated the Great Reverse Sword Codex, it was estimated that they would be so frightened that they couldn't make a sound.

The momentum around Si Bai's body became more and more powerful under the nourishment of the black qi hatched by the disciples of the nearly 10,000 Linglong Pavilion at the cost of their lives.

On the other hand, Song Yueming's situation is gradually overwhelmed.

Although the power of the Xingtian Sword is strong, but after all, it needs to be at the cost of vitality, in such a confrontation, Song Yueming's vitality was quickly devoured, the hair on his forehead began to gradually become snow-white from the root of the hair, and continued to spread towards the ends of the hair, his cold and angular face also became shriveled with the annihilation of vitality, and the folds floated on the face that should have been young.

As the saying goes, one trades off the other.

The demonic qi in Si Bai's body was stronger than one breath, and the sword intent of the Heavenly Punishment Sword that Song Yueming could inspire gradually began to weaken.

Under such circumstances, the black qi gradually overpowered the blood light.

Even if Song Yueming gritted his teeth and wanted to recover such a decline, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he could not achieve such a higher result.

"Hmph!" At this moment, a cold snort came out of his blank mouth, and murderous intent appeared in his dark eyes. The monstrous demonic qi that had already suppressed the sword of the Xingtian Sword was surging more and more violently at that time, and in an instant, it changed into a black dragon, turning defense into attack, and killing Song Yueming directly.

Song Yueming, who insisted on the scene, was shocked, he knew that with the current state of decay in his body, if he avoided Si Blank's attack at this time, it was almost impossible for him to urge the Xingtian Sword to launch an offensive again, and at this moment he had no way to retreat, only to fight.

Zhong Changhe, who was in the same place with him, also seemed to feel the determination in Song Yueming's heart at this moment, and the phantom of the old man in red also appeared on Song Yueming's face at that time. They are old and young, their figures are red and purple, naturally there is a big difference, but the same thing is that at this moment, the look on their faces is as resolute as gold and stone, like a sharp blade, but it is the same as the same.

There is no retreat, no fear.

The Heavenly Sword was stirred up again, and they swung the scarlet sword in their hands towards the attacking dragon.

It was an ordinary sword move to the extreme, and there was no move at all.

But there was a wordless determination in this sword.

It was a sword that did not leave half a margin for the enemy, and it also did not leave half a margin for itself. It burst out, and the blood in the sky was scorching, as if it was about to swallow the heavens and the earth.

And it was in this momentary moment that the Heavenly Sword and the evil dragon met.

Rumble!

A loud explosion exploded on the dragon platform.

The collision of electric light and flint, the stirred air wave swept the audience, the staircase made of marble on the dragon platform, under this air wave, was all lifted away, the heavy stones were raised like pieces of paper, and the surrounding people screamed again and again, and they retreated in embarrassment.

This situation lasted for dozens of breaths, and the people who had long since receded a hundred feet away looked at it one after another when the dust gradually dispersed.

Bite!

A crunch sounded.

A blood-red sword flew out, striking in the air, and then plunged upside down into the ground not far away, while a red figure held the sword in his hand, his body dimmed, almost to the edge of being blurred and invisible.

And Song Yueming, whose hair was already gray, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was over half a hundred years old, also flew out and fell to the ground, accompanied by a mouthful of blood spurting out, and the expression on his face suddenly withered.

Click.

Click.

Click.

But before everyone could recover from Song Yueming's defeat, a soft sound sounded from the depths of the dust, and it was the figure of riding boots hitting the marble slab.

A voice dressed in a black robe gradually appeared in everyone's eyes at that time.

He is the division blank.

After all, Song Yueming and Zhong Chang were still defeated, even if they had the determination to die, even if they sacrificed a murderous thing like the Xingtian Sword. But in the face of absolute power, neither faith nor anger can bridge the huge gap between the two.

It seems that the final winner is still Si Blank.

Such thoughts inevitably appeared in the minds of Mr. Lu and others.

In fact, for them, it doesn't matter who wins the final victory between Song Yueming and Si Bai. Because Linglong Pavilion will still inevitably fall to the side of Yuwen Nanjing. They like to see this kind of internal friction between the two sides, of course, if they can end up with a lose-lose situation, it would be great.

But this kind of development did not appear as they wished, but Si Bai suddenly awakened a terrifyingly strong force, and was about to win this fierce battle with an overwhelming advantage.

This is not a good thing, at least in the eyes of Mr. Lu and the others, such a powerful Si Blank is bound to pose a greater and more terrifying threat to their position.

......

Si Bai walked up to Song Yueming, he lowered his head and looked at his disciple who was so old that he looked over fifty years old with a look of pity. In his dark eyes, a light flashed away, and then he opened his mouth and said with regret: "We should have been all the way." ”

The white-haired Song Yueming turned his head with difficulty, and the outline of the once stubborn young man could only be vaguely seen on the old face, he looked at the black-robed immortal, smiled and asked, "Is it?"

Si Bai frowned, he could hear the mockery in Song Yueming's tone.

He couldn't understand why they could be so stubborn at this moment.

A sense of irritability arose in his heart, and the thrill of regaining control of the fruits of victory dissipated in that moment, and he asked in a calm voice, "Why don't you understand it now?"

"It's that the master doesn't understand. Song Yueming shook his head, such a seemingly simple action, but he did it extremely hard, he was already too weak, so weak that every subtle movement, every word that came out of his mouth required him to use all his strength.

But it was precisely the few words that were inaudible in this tone that seemed to poke at Si Bai's pain.

"Why don't I understand, everything I do is for the sake of Linglong Pavilion and for the longer-term future!" Si Blank's tone suddenly became a little higher-pitched, and his dark eyes flashed with fanatical brilliance. "And what about you? You only know how to cling to the gains and losses in front of you, you don't understand at all, you don't understand the future of this world, and you don't understand the future of Linglong Pavilion. ”

Speaking of this, Si Blank's tone suddenly became low again, and he muttered to himself, "But it's okay. ”

"I'm still alive, I have an infinite lifespan, I have a heavenly cultivation, I am Linglong Pavilion, I am the inheritance!"

Speaking of this, Si Blank's arms stretched out and opened suddenly, and the momentum around him climbed a step up again, and then he raised his head and said, "Master, Senior Brother, have you seen it? Si Blank has done it! I have done it!"

"The appointment of the year, Si Bai never lived up to it!"