Boundless darkness, permeated by the ominousness and coldness of death, in the dead silence, a person and a demon stand opposite each other, the sword leads to killing, and the cold is bone-chilling!

The demon shadow held the magic sword in his hand, and twisted lines loomed on the sword body, as if countless dead souls were wailing in it, revealing boundless evil.

How many lives died under his magic sword, he himself couldn't count, but he vaguely remembered that there were people, demons, demons, insignificant ants, and strong men at the top, all of whom fell under his sword.

The more he killed, the deeper the demonic nature of this sword became, and every line was condensed by countless blood, so every time he held this magic sword, the blood in his body would boil.

It was an indescribable excitement, a demonic nature stirred up by killing!

It's just that now, holding this magic sword that has been with him for more than ten years, what he feels is a chill that he has never felt before, and even the hand holding the sword trembles for some reason, as if it is about to get out of his grasp!

In his heart, an indescribable uneasiness was spreading, the darkness in the demon domain, he should have been like a fish in water, but at this moment he felt an oppression swept by a wave, like an invisible heavy mountain, so that his breath began to become heavy.

And the source of all this is actually the person in front of him, the person who could never pose any threat to him, but at this moment he has given him a sense of oppression that death is imminent!

In the darkness, Ning Yuan pressed his sword in one hand, and his blood-stained clothes fluttered with the cold wind, as if he had merged with the darkness around him, full of ominous and deathly coldness.

His eyes were still calm, with a bone-chilling indifference, as if all life had become insignificant in his eyes.

Even if he was a great master of the realm of one product, there were countless bloody demons in his hands, and under such eyes, he actually felt a trace of fear.

Silent and silent, the atmosphere was depressing and collapsed, after a while, the envoy finally couldn't bear it, and clenched the magic sword in his hand, and suddenly, the demonic energy around him was churning, and the lines on the sword body flashed with a burst of scarlet light, and then the sword moved, shattering out of the air.

The Demon Sword Sen Sen even burst out with a terrifying killing intent that was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored magic sword had already pierced through the void and stabbed Ning Yuan's throat.

As soon as you make a move, it's a killer move!

There was no temptation, no hesitation, at this moment, the uneasiness in his heart, the pressure of death that was pressing his face, had made the envoy dissipate the last trace of contempt in his heart, and regarded the person in front of him as the strongest opponent.

The magic sword broke through the air, and in Ning Yuan's eyes, a deep dark light flashed, and the long sword in his hand also moved, facing the assassinating magic sword.

"Bang!"

The two swords pierced through the void, and the sharp sword edges were pointed together, and the incomparably powerful sword qi burst out, and the ground around the two of them suddenly split into cracks.

The sword qi swept through, and naturally it also impacted the bodies of the two people, the one that made the demonic qi around the body churn, was not affected by the sword qi at all, but it was Ning Yuan, and there was a new red on the body, but the indifferent eyes did not move at all.

The blade of the sword collided, and the next moment staggered out, fast, uncatchable fast, sharp, indescribable, even the void was cut out of two sword marks, the two swords were staggered like lightning and flint, and then the blood splashed in the void, it was Ning Yuan's blood, and it was also the blood of the envoy.

The demonic sword carried the Sen Sen demonic qi and cut a wound on Ning Yuan's body, and the surging demonic qi ate away at the flesh and blood, instantly devouring a large amount of vitality, making the flesh and blood in the place of the wound exude a rotten aura, shattering inch by inch like charcoal, up to the bone.

And on the body of the envoy, there is a bloody sword mark at the same time, deep visible bones, in which dark red blood is constantly gushing out, even though the envoy tried his best to urge the demonic energy in his body to stop the blood, but it still has no effect, above the wound, there is an incomparably terrifying power, it is the extinction energy intertwined with killing and death!

In this extinction power evolved from death, it is the cultivation of this great master of the first grade, and the demonic qi around his body is even several times stronger than the protective qi of ordinary grandmasters, and he can't stop such a sword blade!

Ning Yuan didn't care about the rotten and broken wound, and the same envoy didn't pay attention to the sword wound gushing with blood, and the two of them turned around at the same time, and the blade of the sword came out horizontally, as if they didn't care about life and death, they wanted to cut the opponent under the sword first.

All of a sudden, the sword shadows were staggered, Ning Yuan stabbed out thirteen swords one after another, the sword walked lightly, and these thirteen swords were stabbed out like flowing water, at first it seemed ordinary and unremarkable, but after thirteen swords in succession, it actually erupted with terrifying boundless killing intent.

That feeling is like a big river with flowing water, and suddenly an evil dragon breaks through the river and kills, looking up to the sky and roaring wildly, making this side of the world change for it.

The killing intent was intertwined, and the thirteen swords came to kill him, the envoy's eyes changed, and the magic sword in his hand groaned, and the demonic qi poured out like ink, rendering the void, and then the sword light was intertwined, turning into an impenetrable sword net, as if he had stabbed out thousands of swords in an instant, hoping to block the sword edge that came from killing him.

However, this sword net was blatantly torn apart in front of the thirteen swords, and then the sword blade drove straight in, tearing the demonic qi, and directly slashing out thirteen sword marks on the body of the statue.

Each sword had boundless killing intent, and between the blood and light gushing, the envoy let out a low groan, and the magic sword in his hand slashed out, tearing a sword mark on Ning Yuan's chest, and shaking him back.

But this could not reverse his decline, the thirteen wounds on his body were constantly gushing blood, if it was someone else, even the two assassins of the Grandmaster realm would not be able to withstand a sword.

But he is a demon clan, and he has the cultivation of a great master, and although these thirteen sword wounds have caused him to suffer a lot of injuries, they are definitely not to the point of death.

"Such a sword move, such a killing intent, he is definitely not Ning Yuan, who is he?"

The demon body was wounded, but it was far more than the shock in his heart, and the envoy held the magic sword in his hand, and his eyes looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

He was still silent, calm, deathly calm, without the slightest sound, as if he had become a corpse, and even the sword in his hand had not the slightest spirituality!

But it was this person who seemed to be dead, and he used a sword move that even he couldn't resist, thinking back to the thirteen swords that had killed him just now, and the Venerable Envoy's eyes couldn't help but stare at him.

This is a sword technique that can be forged after how many killings, how can it appear in this young child of a family?

I was puzzled in my heart, but the injuries on my body were real, the demonic qi in my body surged, and the envoy took a deep breath, and then the magic sword in his hand let out a long roar, and the blood lines were distorted, as if countless souls were screaming in grief, reprimanding the disgust and desire for life.

A sword awakened the countless souls in this magic sword, and the envoy brushed the blade of the sword, and the demon blood gushed out, and it was swallowed by the magic sword in an instant, making the soul wail and scream even more, and the blood-colored lines on the sword body were twisted, and wisps of killing intent erupted, wanting to choose someone to eat!

"Demon Sword, Ten Thousand Souls Slayer!"

The sword roared angrily, and in the midst of the boundless mournful souls, the venerable envoy slashed out with a sword, and on the blade of the sword, countless dead souls screamed out, which actually caused a change in the color of the heaven and the earth!

This sword can't be avoided, and it can't be retreated, because it has locked a heaven and earth, and there is nowhere to avoid it, and there are countless souls blessings, urging the power of this magic sword to the extreme.

This is an innate divine martial art, an innate divine martial art cast by a first-class great master, with terrifying power that is enough to attract the momentum of heaven and earth.

In the face of such a sword, Ning Yuan was silent, boundless darkness, and in a dead silence, only the cold long sword in his hand shook slightly.

This slight and incomparable vibration is like a light blooming in the darkness, a ray of vitality emerging from death, and under the extreme of "death", "life!" is born.

The thirteen swords of death, after countless killings, stepped into perfection and evolved into the fourteenth sword, but this is not the limit of this set of sword moves, after the fourteen swords that have exhausted the changes, there is also the fifteenth sword!

The fifteenth sword that represents death!

The sword stabbed out.

There are no changes in moves, no sword shadows, but this seems to be an extremely ordinary, incomparably simple stab, but it contains the essence of the "Thirteen Swords of Death", the changes are exhausted, life is over, everything is gone, and in the end only death remains!

The moment the sword stabbed out, everything was still, everything fell into a dead silence, and even the countless screaming souls in the magic sword seemed to be choked by their throats, and the surging demonic qi and surging blood light were frozen in the void.

It was as if time had frozen in time, and in the stillness of all things, only the sword that represented death was alive.

Except for this sword, everything else was dead, frozen in the void, as if it had lost its life, unable to move.

That envoy could only watch the long sword stabbing at him, but his body couldn't move, even if he was holding a magic sword comparable to an innate divine weapon in his hand, even if he had the strong foundation of a first-class great master, at this moment, he couldn't use it, because when he saw this sword, he was already dead!

Because this sword represents absolute death, when death comes, what can stop it?

In an instant, the sword passed through the void, the wail of the soul, the roar of the magic sword, the glittering blood streaks, everything fell into the boundless silence and darkness.

A long sword pierced through the throat of the envoy, and no blood flowed out, but the vitality in his body was swallowed up by death in an instant, and between the escape of demonic energy, his appearance was revealed, and an old face full of astonishment seemed to die without understanding why he was defeated.

Ning Yuan withdrew his sword, and the already cold corpse of the Venerable Envoy fell heavily to the ground, a piercing cracking sound sounded, and the long sword in Ning Yuan's hand shattered inch by inch, turning into dust, and flying away with the cold wind.

PS: People have weekends off, and I work overtime on weekends, which is really ......