The sky was as cold and hard as iron, and the air was as pale as a smoky iron gray. The top of the head is like a mountain, the vast and tall cloud mountain oppresses people and can hardly breathe. The heavy rain was pouring, Liang Zhan was running through the forest, and blood gushed up from his throat, and now his injured body was gradually exhausted. But the fierce murderous aura behind him is getting closer and closer, and the colorful sword is about to touch the body.

He rose into the air, spun in the air, and waved a brilliant curtain of light, like a little star falling from the starry sky, the light curtain cut out the rainbow rays that shot out, and resolved the nightmare of death. Then the long sword swung out, and the dazzling sword light rushed straight up, like a brilliant silver dragon, as if it was about to connect with the lightning that fell from the sky.

Liang Zhan turned around and killed into the crowd, the sword was like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, pointing the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapsed. It is really a silver light mountain, and thousands of miles have swallowed the blood of immortals and demons. Seeing that more and more people were catching up, he summoned the flying sword and flew away.

''The world's immortal and demon sects are united, more than 100,000 people are dispatched, thousands of miles and thousands of mountains are chasing and intercepting, hahahaha............ It's a big deal. With a loud bang, Liang Zhan's sword slammed into a huge flying sword at a rapid pace, and his body came to a halt. With a long laugh, Mougins turned around, and the sword mang slaughtered the crowd, like a meat grinder everywhere he went, the corpses were separated, the screams were endless, and the corpses were all over the field. The last power burst out, and Liang Zhan himself was also covered with blood, unable to support him to step on the sword.

Although Liang Zhan was already a master at the peak of the Tribulation, he was sending out the sword just now, but now he naturally ran out of oil and lamps, and he had no spare strength to support his escape. He had just fallen, and the rocks beneath him were covered in blood that had spurted from him. Liang Zhan turned around, his expression was full of disdain and hunger, and his red eyes swept at everyone with hatred and loneliness. When the people who touched his vision were speeding away, they all stopped, and their eyes looked at Liang Zhan with extremely uncomplicated eyes. Looking at the countless tragic limbs and corpses, the blood flowed like rivers and corpses everywhere. The most obvious price of this pursuit is the flesh and blood path that paves thousands of mountains and thousands of people.

In the face of this god of war, who was obviously exhausted and at the end of his rope, even though he knew that he was unable to flee and had run out of gas, no one dared to take a step forward. Everyone knew that if they approached him rashly, they would be dragged by him to accompany him to the funeral and go to Huangquan together. No one is no exception, because everyone knows that the man in front of him is the god of war, a person dares to slaughter immortals and demons outside the territory, and a person dares to challenge the masters of the world. He is a legend, an immortal sword god.

Zhou Fudao, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, said, "Liang Zhan handed it over, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried," Zhou Fu's voice just fell, and there was a voice of condemnation. Just kill him, it's not too late to discuss the exercises. One of them cried out, "Otherwise, we will have to wait for him to reply." All around, swords flew together, pointing straight to the heart. However, Liang Zhan sank into his own memories, and the scenes of his brother's red face swirled in his mind. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you," Liang Zhan said silently in his heart; "It's a pity that I'm weak and can't slaughter all of you sanctimonious people!" If there is an afterlife, you will be killed, and the pigs and dogs will be killed with a knife............ It is difficult to sing alone, and the way is full of demons, and the regret of this life. All the flying swords galloped down and inserted into Liang Zhan's body, "Even if I die, I will pull a few cushions", and with the sound of "explosion", the whole body flew into ashes. No one noticed that at the moment when Liang Zhan was wiped out, a faint golden light flashed in the sky.

More than 100,000 people for seven days and seven nights, countless top masters and hundreds of thousands of lives at the expense, in the end, with Liang Zhan blowing himself up, there was nothing left. Every living person is desolate and lonely.

"Where is this, what's going on, didn't I fight with the Immortal Demon Sect and blew myself up? When I opened my eyes slowly, I saw a pink curtain, and the twilight was slightly cool. Overhead is a tassel that sways gently in the wind. I moved uncomfortably, but found that the bed under me was cold and hard, even if the complex and gorgeous clouds and silk were spread under me like water, it was always soft but also extremely thin. From time to time, a burst of rosewood wafts in, quiet and beautiful. Next to the couch is the window, exquisite carving, rare wood. Outside the window, there is a beautiful scene, rockery, small pond, blue lotus root, pink water lotus. From time to time, a little maid passed by, but the footsteps were very soft, and the sound of conversation was also very soft. "I'm not dead?"

Liang Zhan picked up his hand and put it in front of his eyes, his hand was so white and flawless, as if it was as pure as a beautiful work of art. The pair of slender and unadulterated hands were slightly cold, as if they had no temperature, which was chilling. Those jade-like hands had a heart-warming magic, and everyone couldn't help but admire them when they saw them, and even had the idea of taking them off his body and taking them for themselves. ''This is my hand!''' Liang Zhan looked at his hand in a daze, and didn't react for a long time.

The next moment, he quickly got up from the bed, picked up the mirror placed next to him, and held it in front of him, and the next moment, there was another exclamation.

The face is as carved as the facial features are distinct, and the angular face is handsome and abnormal. It looks like a bohemian on the outside, but the inadvertent light in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate it. Under a pair of sword eyebrows, there is a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of affection, which makes people fall into it if they are not careful. The tall nose and the moderately thick red lips have a dizzying smile at this time.

''Pretty'......'' seems to be a word that doesn't fit in with men.

''So handsome, much more handsome than his previous self!''But what's going on?'''At this moment, he felt a great pain in his mind, and he was unconscious.