The cold sword stabbed into Julo's void body.

There was a soft pop.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

Liu Qing's sword pierced into Zhu Luo's void before it officially began to burst out with the strongest power.

The cold sword suddenly became extremely hot, and then began to brighten, began to burn, spitting out countless golden firebirds, each of which seemed to be carrying a sun, and the rain street was suddenly illuminated, and Zhu Luo's void body burned from the inside out.

This is the secret sword that leaves the mountain.

Golden Crow Sword Technique.

An angry howl rang out on the other side of Rain Street.

Zhu Luo's gaze crossed Wang Po's iron knife and looked at this scene dozens of feet away, and he was extremely angry.

Liu Qing's sword obviously pierced into his virtual body, but for some reason, his chest began to bleed at this time.

The assassin actually used the Golden Crow Sword Technique from the mountain, which made him extremely angry, and even faintly had some bad feelings

The roar resounded through the rainy streets. Zhu Luo slashed at Wang Po in front of him with a sword, the sword intent was great, the clouds suddenly divided, and the moonlight instantly brightened countless times.

At the same time, the sword light that fell on Wang Po's body also increased countless times.

Wang Po's blood poured out of his body like a torrential rain, and the iron knife remained unmoved in the rain.

Zhu Luo's sword slashed in front of him, but landed farther away. At the same time as he took out his sword, he used the moon body in the water method to appear in the virtual body on the other side of the rain street, and at the same time he shot his sword at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing's ghostly figure that was difficult to capture was shrouded in sword light, sneering, sneering, and in countless loud sounds, just in an instant, dozens of blood holes appeared on his body.

If it was another opponent, even if he was a strong man in the Upper Realm of Gathering Stars with Liu Qing, under Zhu Luo's angry sword, he could only die on the spot, and there could be no accident.

But Liu Qing was not an ordinary cultivator, he was an assassin.

He's the best at killing, and naturally he's best at how not to be killed.

He had a lot of weapons with amazing defense, including the mask on his face, which saved his life.

Zhu Luo's angry sword could not kill him on the spot, because he could still stand in the torrential rain and continue to draw his sword.

The sneering sound turned into a crisp chirp of sword intent colliding with hard objects.

Liu Qing was covered in blood, but he stood still.

The Assassin was transformed into a dead man at this moment.

Because behind him is Su Li.

The sword in his hand was like a moon pond with sparse branches, the sword momentum had obviously been exhausted, but it had moved forward one more point, and the sword that was burning and spitting countless firebirds, and scattered infinite light and heat, exploded in the next moment

The sword exploded in Julo's void body.

There was a loud bang

The torrential rain on the long street was shaken upside down.

Zhu Luo's void body suddenly became extremely bright, and there were faint signs of damage at the edges.

And on the other side of Rain Street, Zhu Luo's chest was a blur of flesh and blood.

Silently followed Su from Chen Changsheng for dozens of days, and a moment ago he broke out, stabbing Chen Changsheng covered in blood, until Zhu Luo was present, and finally revealed his true purpose, it turned out that it was not to kill people, but to protect.

This sword, both in terms of calculation and in other aspects, has been done to the extreme.

This sword is powerful and terrifying to an unimaginable degree.

But...... Still not enough to kill Julo.

Because this kind of extreme still belongs to the extreme in the world.

And a strong person like Zhu Luo, since stepping into the sacred realm, it can be said that they are no longer human.

The roar was not endless, and it suddenly became a clear howl, and it was extremely cold, like a bright moon over a snowfield.

The phantom of Zhuluo shook under the washing of the torrential rain, but it did not disperse.

The next moment, there was suddenly an illusory sword in the phantom's hand.

A sword stabbed at Su Li.

Su Li looked at the sword expressionlessly, and his right hand had already grasped the handle of the yellow paper umbrella at some point.

Even if they can't fight anymore, people like them will die in battle.

That's probably what it means.

After Liu Qing took out his sword, he could no longer support it and fell into the rain.

Blood spurted from his body and face.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

Zhu Luo's sword came, and he was absolutely lonely.

Because he's really angry.

He was determined to kill Su Li, and no matter who stopped him, he would die together.

Zhang Liang's eyes were cold, and the bright starlight on his body flashed, and the sword domain once again shrouded him.

At the same time, a dragon's groan faintly sounded above the rainy street.

It turned out that Chen Changsheng had been still in the field.

Just as Zhu Luo was about to throw him to the corner of the street and kill the disciple who left the mountain, Liu Qing's sword arrived.

So he landed on the Rain Street.

The dragon sword was in his hand.

He stepped into the water and volleyed his sword.

When he draws his sword, it is the dragon's chant.

His sword met Julo's sword.

The real Dragon Yin Sword met the illusory Yuehua Sword.

There may be no difference between swords and swords, and even the dragon sword is more powerful.

But the gap between those who use the sword is simply too great.

Silently, the void sword was like a moonlight shining on a snowfield, easily sneaking past the blade of the dragon sword and continuing forward.

Then, he was stopped by the scabbard.

The rain in Xunyang City has stopped, and the clouds in the sky have gradually dispersed, but they are still dark, and I don't know when.

Half of the sky seemed to have a moon in it, looming in the clouds.

In the other half of the sky, countless bright stars suddenly appeared.

This vision has been noticed by many people.

Wang Po's expression became extremely solemn.

Liu Qing stood in front of Su Li, his head down, blood dripping from his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the distance, whispers rang out in the street, with occasional exclamations. It was Liang Wangsun and Xue He's expressions that became a little strange, they didn't expect that there would be such a big battle tonight.

Hua Jiefu's face was slightly pale, and he thought to himself, what should I do?

A person came to Xunyang City.

Before he appeared, a sea of stars appeared in the sky.

A powerful divine consciousness gradually descended, and the stagnant water in the street was shaken and bounced up like a boil.

That person is called a stargazer, who lives by the sea or in Daxizhou, and has been stargazing every night for more than 300 years.

That person is very close to Zhu Luo, and is called the stars and moons, of course, he is also a man in the wind and rain in all directions.

But at this moment, a solemn and holy and even somewhat sacred aura blocked all the coercion of that sea of stars.

Then a man came from the south.

It was Su Li's old man who came.

The man was dressed in white, and he flew more than ten miles in an instant, from the wilderness outside the city to Xunyang City.

The man was a woman, dressed in a white garment.

Thousands of miles of wind and dust are all in the clothes, and the white clothes are already getting dirty.

She swept in front of Julo.

Zhu Luo let out a cry of extreme shock, and then slashed out with a sword.

The woman in white raised her hand, her sleeves flicking.

It was this flick that the clouds in the sky writhed horribly.

Dirty clothes cover the moon.

The moon is suddenly constricted.

Then, Zhu Luo retreated, retreated, retreated for more than ten miles, until finally slammed into the city gate.

There was a loud bang, and there was a lot of smoke.

Ever since Chen Changsheng shouted out the sound of Su Li, the gate of Xunyang City has been closed.

At this time, the gate of Xunyang City finally opened.

The gates collapsed.

The ground was covered with wood and bricks, and Zhu Luo knelt in it, vomiting blood.

On the street, the woman in white slowly withdrew her fingers and looked back at Su Li.

This is an ordinary-looking woman, with traces of time hidden between her eyebrows and eyes, shallow.

It's like the light lines of her lips.

Chen Changsheng felt that the white sacrificial robe was a little familiar.

People opened their mouths in shock, not knowing what to say.

Hua Jiefu led the priests in Xunyang City to kneel down one after another, bowed and worshipped, trembling and not daring to speak. 8)