It seems to be inserted into the great tower of the galaxy, and the sky is prostrate under it and looks up at its figure, the atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

Solidified, frozen, as if time stood still, the torrent of resentful spirits on the sky staggered down like movie tape, and the wind was also still, being swept away by the Wind Sword Venerable and a cadre of traversers.

Li Sleepian stepped on the air, and in a few vertical steps, he came to the altar at the top of the tower, and stood on the edge, he couldn't breathe any air, the height here had broken through the atmosphere of the Bladeless Continent, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless colorful bright stars.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the building in the center of the altar, no, it was not so much a building as a huge throne made of black stone, and the craggy black spikes climbed and spread on the throne, bringing a deep sense of awe.

And the man on the throne......

That's what it is...... Senluo Sword Master ......

The man, sitting on a tall stone throne, with one hand on his chin, stared at the crowd.

This is the final battle, unlike other sword masters, in order to achieve a complete strategy, they first use their avatars to meet the enemy, but it is different when it comes to the Senluo sword master.

The Sword Master of Sen Luo directly sacrificed his own deity, which was a dead corpse that was about to decay and fester, and it would shatter into slag at any time, as fragile as paper.

The sword master of Sen Luo was skinny, his ribs and collarbones were all exposed, and he only had a layer of skin glued to the bones, and thousands of pitch-black chains were tied to his back, which was terrifying. His dark brown dry skin was covered with corpse spots, the nose on his skull had been weathered, revealing two bone holes, and there was no whites in his dark eyes, just sheer darkness.

Seeing this scene, not only was the traverser a little surprised, but even Li Bumian felt a little strange.

The sword master of the Fourteen Prefectures, to the people of Wufeng, is like a god-like existence, and the statue images created in various places are also magnificent and upright men, but I didn't expect that when I saw it now, it was such a crippled body.

The dark eyes of the Sword Master of Sen Luo rolled and found the Rufeng Sword Venerable among the crowd of comers.

Amazingly, the Sword Master of Senluo said something unbelievable.

"If I die, the fairy world will pour out of the nest and suppress Wufeng, although after so many years, the fairy world is no longer as powerful as it was at the beginning, but it is not something that these ants can contend with. ”

Senluo Sword Master's voice was hoarse like a hundred thousand fish bones stuck in his throat, like a fingernail scratching at the bark of a tree, withered and miserable, his true figure had not spoken for hundreds of millions of years.

The ants he was referring to were a group of traversers, including Li Sleepian.

Everyone was a little distracted when they heard it, the fairy world, the fairy world poured out!?Why had they never heard Rufeng Jianzun talk about it?

Everyone subconsciously took a few steps away from Rufeng Sword Venerable, and they had doubts about Rufeng Sword Venerable.

"I naturally know this, the fairy world, it's up to me to block it. ”

Rufeng Jianzun said lightly,

The crowd behind Rufeng Jianzun was unconscious, although they didn't know the specific things in the fairy world, but how arrogant was it for a person to block the words of the fairy world?

Hearing this, the Sword Lord of Sen Luo pondered for a moment, the Rufeng Sword Venerable in front of him was just an incarnation, his deity didn't know where to hide, he must have already preserved his strength to resist the entire immortal realm.

"In that case, there's not much to say. ”

The armrest of the throne trembled and struggled to his feet, and a pinch of dust shook off his broken body, which he hadn't moved for eons of years.

Ahem......

The Sword Master of Sen Luo coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and a splash of black blood spurted out of his mouth, which was shocking.

Li Sleepian and the others were all stunned, this was the Sword Master of Senluo, no matter how you look at it, it was also a weak and weak corpse.

The Senluo Sword Master, who was about to die, let out a trembling breath, covering his heart, and his life hung by a thread.

Titicaca......

With the action of the Sword Master of Senluo, the chain of the bolt made a sonorous sound, and cracks burst into his dry skin, and from it burst out black pulp like ink, which was extremely fishy.

Rufeng Sword Zun's frowning brows stretched, the most powerful of the fourteen sword masters was the Senluo Sword Master, thinking of this, he deliberately left the Senluo Sword Lord to be the last to kill, and transferred all the loads borne by the other thirteen sword masters to him, I thought that he still had a trace of resistance left, but I didn't expect that he still couldn't withstand the crazy backlash of that sword?

A large amount of black blood overflowed from the dark purple mouth of the Sword Master of Senluo, covering his neck and chest, and it was all miserable.

The dry hand of the sword master touched the sword of Sen Luo leaning on the throne, it was a three-foot sword with a pitch-black blade, and he wanted to hold it in his hand.

Li Bumian's fingers twitched slightly, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, is this what Lin Ye said about the saber?

When the traversers saw the appearance of Senluo Sword holding the sword, their hearts tightened, as if they were facing a great enemy, and they all entered a state of preparation for battle, and put their weapons in front of them.

Only Rufeng Sword Venerable knew that even if he didn't do it, the Senluo Sword Master would already be no longer alive.

The Senluo Sword Master held the Senluo Sword and then pulled it hard.

An unexpected scene happened.

Click!

Only to hear a dull sound of bones cracking, as if something had been scorched and burst, the Senluo Sword Master did not lift the Senluo sword, the arm holding the hilt of the sword could not withstand the force of raising the sword, he tore off the arm, and the large hole in the shoulder blade burst out with thick black pulp.

Everyone was stunned, how could the dignified Sword Master be so embarrassed?

The dark eyes of the Sword Lord of Senluo flashed with infinite unwillingness, and he touched the Sword of Senluo with his other hand, as if he was crazy, and shouted madly: "I am the Sword Master of Senluo!

Click!

The Senluo Sword Master's arm broke again, and he couldn't pick up the Senluo Sword.

"Hehehehehe......"

The Sword Master of Sen Luo suddenly knelt down in front of Sen Luo Sword in despair, his whole body spasmodic and convulsed like a leper, and his iron chains were also shaking and sounding, and he let out a strange laugh.

The hearts of the traversers were worried, and the scene in front of them was indescribably weird.

"Let's do it!"

The dark eyes of the Sword Lord of Sen Luo were not focused, and he shouted hoarsely.

Rufeng Jianzun took a deep breath, his long-cherished wish from ancient times was realized, he was so excited that his fingers were twitching, so that the sword finally saw the light of day, even if no one could use that sword, even if the immortal world succeeded in suppressing Wufeng this time, but this sword would eventually fall into the ten thousand worlds, no one could seal it again, it would always be obtained, and then show its edge again.

That sword is a royal weapon.

But before that, he had a question to ask the Senluo Sword Master.

"If you had to start all over again, would you still choose to become a sword slave?"

Rufeng Jianzun asked.

"Destiny ......"

Senluo Sword Master said hoarsely.

"What can I choose...... And what I can't choose, I can change...... And what cannot be changed is fate. ”

The Sword Master of Senluo recovered from his madness and said in a daze.

"Again...... Fate?"

Click!

Rufeng Sword Venerable pulled out the sword at his waist, and in a flash, a cold light rushed straight to the heavens and the earth, and slowly paced towards the Sword Master of Senluo.