【Lewen .】,

The Lord did not die immediately.

Even if a huge hole appeared in his heart, the blood in his whole body flowed down like flowing water, and the majestic immortal power burned like a pine forest in winter, and the strong vitality of the Heavenly Immortal Realm also supported him from falling.

Looking down at his empty chest, seeing the blood that he hadn't seen for many years, the Ding Master's face showed an expression of disbelief.

The blood dripped, and was scattered by the slight wind, dyeing the patches of snow into a blood-red stain, falling to the ground, and turning into small red flowers.

"How could it be? How could he hurt me? When the hell did he get this power, he was obviously just an ...... of the Earth Wonderland"

The picture of the previous battle quickly appeared in his mind, and among the countless chaotic details, the Ding Lord finally discovered the problem, and he suddenly turned to look at Mo Jiang's corpse, his eyes full of anger.

The furious momentum rose into the sky, and the Ding Lord raised the long sword in his hand and took a step forward! Anger had already made him lose his mind, and he didn't know why he did it.

However, in the next moment, the momentum that soared into the sky was completely disordered, and the Ding Lord was even more slammed in mid-air, almost stumbling and falling, and endless blood immediately spilled from his chest, making his face extremely pale.

The heart was completely shattered, and a powerful sword qi like ice and snow was entrenched on the wound, completely cutting off the vitality of the Ding Lord, and no matter what means he used, he could not save it.

"You, how could you possibly kill me?! I am one of the sixty-four Yin and Yang Lords, and I am the one who is going to welcome the arrival of the Apocalypse, how can you be qualified to kill me?! This is impossible! You have no ability to kill me......

Blood choked out of the trachea, forcing the Ding Master to squirt out of his mouth and nose at the same time. The momentum of the sky was like a sand painting, and then it completely dissipated.

The Lord of the Tripod staggered from the sky, half-kneeling on the scorched earth. He raised his head and held the sword in both hands, using it as a crutch, to support himself to his feet.

The last blood could not be blended into a regular circle, and quickly seeped into the scorched earth, and the remaining color was extremely light. The blood in the body has been drained, the immortal power has also burned out, and there is only one ending left for the Ding Master.

He took a step forward with difficulty, and his body immediately became unbalanced, and the Ding Master fell to the ground, his face slammed into the scorched earth.

The snow that had not yet melted was slightly cold, so that the Ding Master could still feel that he was still alive, but this was his last feeling.

Gasping heavily, the Ding Lord desperately mobilized all the strength in his body, gritted his teeth and held his breath, supporting himself with his head, hands, and feet, trying to stand up slowly. In the process of trying, a thick muffled grunt came from his throat.

However, with a "bang", he still smashed into the scorched earth. With the last of his strength, he stretched out his hand, and a few vague syllables came out of the Ding Master's mouth.

"How could it be ......"

The snow fell silently like tiny white flowers blooming on the wasteland.

The place where the Ding Lord died was still far away from General Mo, and he couldn't reach it no matter how he stretched out his hand.

Mo Jiang was lying on his back on the scorched earth, still holding half of the Xuelu Sword in his hand, in fact, it was difficult to distinguish his hand from the sword, the two had merged into one.

The white snow and red blood mixed into a sea of broken flowers, spread on Mo Jiang's body, and buried him.

His long hair was messy, and he had a hideous scar on his face. But Mo Jiang's eyes were closed, and he didn't have any unfulfilled wishes.

No one heard, only these snow heard, Mo will be the last sound.

"I have lived up to the name of the Sherlo Sword. ”

The last snow fell in the sky, proving the end of the battle.

The thin snow will soon melt away from the constant upsurge of scorched earth, and the two corpses on it will be buried in the scorched earth, and there will be no signs of battle in the area from a distance.

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that there were people in this world who could fight to the death of the Heavenly Immortal Realm with the cultivation of the Earth Immortal Realm. Even if General Mo relied on the Xuelu Sword left by Ning Chengtian in the end, it was enough for history to remember such a miracle.

From the very beginning, General Mo was planning this battle!

Enrage the Lord and splash blood on his clothes, reforge the Sword of Snow Lu with himself to awaken the sword energy contained in it, and then use the final blow to kill the Lord of the Tripod. The whole process is within his plan!

Ning Chengtian is a genius who has not been born for a thousand years, and he can fight to the death as soon as he enters the Heavenly Immortal Realm. However, his epiphany of the Heavenly Immortal Realm and sword moves was not fully exerted, and all of them remained in the Xuelu Sword. If this sword is unleashed, it will be enough to kill any ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm!

The most important thing General Mo needed to do was to reforge the Xuelu Sword, but fortunately, the Ding Lord gave him this opportunity.

The rest is extraordinarily simple.

Reforge the Xuelu Sword with himself, Mo Jiang himself is the Xuelu Sword, then his blood is also part of the sword.

What splashed on the Ding Lord was indeed Mo Jiang's blood, but it was also the Xue Lu Sword!

Unleashing the strongest form of the Xuelu Sword at such a close distance, does the Ding Lord have the reason to be immortal? The snow that drifted in front of the Ding Lord's eyes was just a barrier.

The half-cut Xuelu sword held in Mo Jiang's hand had become scrap metal, and it didn't even have the luster of an ordinary sword, and it was rusty. No matter who picked it up, they couldn't make out that it was a sword that had killed the two Heavenly Immortals.

However, the best ending is when the sword is buried with the person.

In this world, I am afraid that there will be no third person who can make the snow of Yandi roll all over the corners of the world.

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The Yin and Yang Lords who rushed forward suddenly had extremely bad news in their minds. The powerhouses of the three sects also felt it, and they couldn't help but be slightly shocked in their hearts.

"Master Ding, you're actually dead?!"

No matter how the Lord died, he was indeed dead. The one who led away the Ding Lord was obviously an Earth Immortal Realm, but he could also kill the Heavenly Immortal Realm?

has seen Wang Shi's strong combat power with his own eyes, and may be able to make people believe such a thing. But how can anyone else do it?

The Ding Lord will be killed by the Earth Fairyland, won't he be able to?

I'm afraid that every yin and yang lord is surprised in his heart, and at the same time, he also has a little more fear.

Even if he left the Lord, his mind moved slightly. That kind of thing, he may not be able to do it when he is in the Earth Immortal Realm. Being able to kill the Heavenly Immortal Realm with the power of the Earth Immortal Realm was enough to make all the cultivators in the future generations feel fascinated and in awe when they mentioned it.

Ning Xiaoshan couldn't sense what the battlefield was in the distance, but he heard the sound of the Xuelu Sword and the sound of the Xuelu Sword breaking, but the Ding Lord did not come back, which meant that General Mo had fulfilled the promise he made when he left.

"Who dares to say that I have no one in the land?!"

At the same time, Ning Xiaoshan's heart also swelled with infinite sadness, because he knew that Mo Jiang would inevitably die. It is only possible to do this by paying with your life.

Some fragments of General Mo flashed through his mind, and Ning Xiaoshan knew that if there was no war, it was very likely that he would reach the same height as Ning Chengtian.

This war has destroyed too many things.

The Ning family has already paid too much, and Zhongyu has paid too much. Rightly or wrongly, there is no turning back.

Ning Xiaoshan took a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination, and he randomly crushed the teleportation jade slip in his hand. He doesn't need to wait here for the war to develop any longer, he wants to go back and gamble the lives of everyone in the Nine Families!

This war is worth everyone's death!

The death of the Ding Lord made everyone pause for a short time, but it couldn't stop the condensation of immortal magic in everyone's hands. In front of us is the battle that will determine the overall situation.

Rumble!

The collision between the forty-eight Yin and Yang Lords and the Leaving Masters finally happened in the next moment!

The wildly dancing sword qi was intertwined with the bursting immortal power, covering the sky again, producing countless violent collisions. Countless huge void cracks spread, as if the circular firmament had really been blasted open.

When the Heavenly Immortal Realm of Wu Sect and Dan Sect saw this scene, they were both happy in their hearts. If the Leaving Lord can really resist the Yin and Yang Lords on his own, then it is really a great thing. However, they are not stupid enough to pin their hopes on others, and they are all ready to make a move at any time.

Click!

He raised a sword from the Lord, cut through the sky, and buried all the forty-eight Yin and Yang Lords in it.

"The Three Realms of Heavenly Immortals are complete?!"

The Yin and Yang Lords all showed shocked expressions, they couldn't imagine that the Leaving Lord had become so strong, and all of them together might not be their opponents. Not only is the gap in combat power, but the gap in the realm alone is big enough.

Only the Kun master can fight against the departed master!

So, the Kun master came!

A green sword picked up the sword that left the master.

Bite!

Boom!

The two swords staggered, without any immortal power surging, only a crisp resonance, and they each took twenty steps back from the Lord and the Kun Lord.

"You took his sword. Lord Kun looked at the sword in his hand and said in a calm tone.

"Only in this way can I fight against you. ”

"The idea of the young master. ”

"Yes. ”

Lord Kun seemed to think for a moment, just like an ordinary peasant girl with two pennies in her hand trying to buy a good wooden hairpin, she raised the sword in her hand and said, "Then I have to kill you." ”

He also leveled his sword and said, "You will not get what you want." ”

Bang!

The huge crack that had been cut out by the Leaving Lord before was broken, and the forty-eight Yin and Yang Lords broke away from it, but everyone was more or less injured, and they couldn't be as strong as before for a short time.

As soon as Danzong and Wuzong's Heavenly Immortal Realm saw this situation, they immediately burst out with the strongest attack and killing methods, rushing towards them. The truth and falsehood also stood on the top of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, took off the oldest bronze bell on the Nine Mountains, and rushed towards the Yin and Yang Lord.

Rumble!

The battle broke out again!

The army on the Nine Mountains, after a period of pause, resumed its previous brutality again, like a fierce beast, desperately fighting together!

The balance of war began to tilt in an uncertain direction from one side completely crushed.