The black strings of the world were all over the place, Ling Xue's body moved, his qi and blood boiled, and a large amount of vitality evaporated, and with the help of the power of the demon dragon, the second note was finally played. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The surging death qi blocked everyone's sight, and the girl's figure as light as a wild goose approached Ji Wushuang in an instant, and his ethereal and indifferent figure was reflected in his bright eyes, as if he was transcendent in the dust, which made people feel an invincibility.

However, Ling Xue wanted to defeat him.

She prepared for this battle for two years.

Breaking through the limit again and again, all in order to increase the chance of winning by one point in this battle, she is now fighting not only to delay time to save Ke Yimeng, but also to seek justice for the pain that Ke Yimeng has suffered over the years.

The melody was long, still vibrating in the air, and when she drew her sword, it was just above the rhythm of the moment.

At the same time, the speed of the dragon sword also increased suddenly, as if borrowing the supreme power in the melody.

The rich death aura distorted the space, Ji Wushuang's eyes shrank, he didn't expect Ling Xue to be able to play the second note, he finally felt threatened.

With a grip on his palm, flames, thunder, and frost suddenly roared and merged in his palm, and with a sudden wave, it was a Haoran Immortal Sword that met Ling Xue's Dragon Sword.

A soft sound sounded in the middle of the room, just in time to catch the rhythm again.

The sword momentum accelerates again!

The strong death qi suddenly erupted at the junction of the two swords, and the three different colors of heaven and earth elements also fiercely competed with the incomparably black death qi, and the immortal qi on the Haoran Immortal Sword swayed wildly, and the sword body was partially corroded.

It's not enough.

Ling Xue's eyes were calm, her left hand was backhanded, and Yu Mi slashed her wrist, and the blood flew in the black qi full of death intent, not withering immediately, but dripping right on the strings beside her.

The crimson blood seemed to be extremely heavy, and a single drop of it bent the string slightly, but the blood that flowed was finally the black string playing.

Third tone!

Ling Xue's pretty face turned white in an instant, and at the same time, the Haoran Immortal Sword in Ji Wu's hands suddenly shattered!

The snow-white Youmi's sword momentum had reached its fastest, and it slashed into the void with an extremely piercing sound, stabbing towards Ji Wushuang's chest.

Ji Wushuang's eyes moved, Rao is he also felt a strong feeling of palpitations at this moment, and he raised his hand to cast the spell again.

It's just that Ling Xue's killing blow will not make him feel easy, the demon pupils suddenly opened, like the emperor bell ringing, and the huge emperor's will suddenly descended, shaking in Ji Wushuang's heart, causing him to be in a trance for a moment.

At this moment, the endless air flow flew up, shattering the space, and the speed of the Yu Mi increased again, and at such a terrifying speed, even the sword body began to appear slightly distorted.

Ling Xue stared at Ji Wushuang tightly, her pupils almost shrinking to a point.

This sword was very crucial, she had already tried her best, even if she couldn't defeat Ji Wushuang, she would at least hurt him.

Before the sword arrived, the white robe on Ji Wushuang's body had already begun to tear apart, and the not deep and shallow wounds flowed blood, staining the robe red, and the space beside him was also pierced out of the pitch-black void by this sharp sword intent.

Many people couldn't see what was going on between the two because they were too complicated inside, and even Rahu couldn't see what was going on, but just seeing the space debris falling like debris, and the strong will that made people want to kneel and worship from it, it was enough to cause countless exclamations.

Qing Yi and Situ were silent here, they could see it very clearly, because of this, their eyes were solemn, Ling Xue's three piano sounds, as well as the strength shown at this moment, were as strong as they all felt a little jealous, maybe Ling Xue was not their opponent today, but a thousand years later, or even just a hundred years later, no one could say for sure.

The Cold Moon Fairy clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, and she also stared at Ji Wushuang's face.

Ji Wushuang stared at first, and then stepped back a little hurriedly, and found that he couldn't hide at all, but his elegant face suddenly became calm, and it didn't look like he was fighting a big battle, but more like he was strolling around.

At the moment when his complexion finally calmed down, Ling Xue's heart couldn't help but tighten suddenly.

Sonorous!

The wind and snow were quiet, and a crisp sound of the sword roared out, and the Wushuang Hall behind Ji Wushuang collapsed violently, rolling up countless flying ashes.

When the dust settled, everyone looked in disbelief at the scene that finally appeared not far away.

Ji Wushuang didn't do anything, just stood in place with his hands on his sleeves, two inches in front of his neck, unable to move a single inch, his eyes calmly looked at Ling Xue with an unbelievable expression.

No one believed that Ling Xueken showed mercy at the last moment.

It's just that no one knows what happened here, and even Situ and the others didn't fully see through it.

But Ling Xue understood.

One of her swords was blocked by a finger.

Just a finger.

The pitch-black villain grinned on Ji Wushuang's shoulder, stretching out a small index finger against the unstoppable sharp tip of the sword.

This strong contrast in size is even more shocking.

"It's really vicious, if I don't make a move, junior, wouldn't your sword stab him in the heart, completely ignoring his great kindness to save your life three times?" asked the pitch-black villain with a grin.

What is this?

The moment this thought flashed through Ling Xue's mind, the sea of demon blood in her sea world was suddenly turbulent.

The moment he saw the pitch-black villain appear, the demon dragon showed a playful sneer.

Its wings slowly spread, and for the first time it showed its astonishing size in the sea of knowledge.

At the Huabao Meeting, when Heavenly Dao sensed its existence, how could it not have realized the existence of Heavenly Dao, but the difference was that it knew that he was Heavenly Dao, but he didn't know his identity, let alone that Ling Xue was able to use his own power.

I don't know when above the phantom of the sword martial spirit, a phantom of a demon dragon gradually emerged.

The storm and clouds are raging, and the world is suddenly depressed.

A cold wind blew from nowhere, making the snow dance even more frantically.

The mocking laughter of the pitch-black villain came to an abrupt end, and his gaze suddenly changed.

The frost spread all over everyone's robes, and Ji Wushuang's face finally changed, and a thick layer of frost had accumulated on his thick eyebrows.

However, the most fearful of cold in the human body is the human heart.

For some reason, the moment this phantom behind Ling Xue appeared, he felt cold all over his body, and the cold was overwhelming.

Frost and snow continued to fly into the phantom shadows that were constantly soaring behind Ling Xue, making the image clearer and clearer.

The audience was in an uproar, and there were countless gasping voices.

However, all this hustle and bustle was completely drowned out in the sudden sound of a dragon's groan.

The world seemed to fall silent, and all that was left was the same voice in everyone's ears. (To be continued.) )