"Even Shaozun is really, I misjudged you!"

Finding that Zhen Xiaoxiao did not stop in her own drinking, Wan Shuirong's disappointment was overflowing, she dropped Shicheng and pointed at Zhen Xiaoxiao's vest.

"No!"

Between Xiaoxiao and Wan Shuirong, of course she did not hesitate to choose the former.

"Rats, you dare!" A roar.

is even more tyrannical than Zihuan, ice butterflies flew out of Xiao Congee's body, as long as Wan Shuirong dares to move, he will give her an arrow in her heart!

"See for yourself!"

Zhen Xiaoxiao struggled with the huge contradiction of whether to take the sword or not, and no one knew what a difficult choice she made in these few breaths!

Just as Xiao Congee and Zihuan were about to make a move, Zhen Xiaoxiao's body shook suddenly, and he reached out and slapped the holy sword from Zhuo Yongsi's body back to his heavenly spirit. At the same time, with a flick of his finger, he sent a mirror crystal in the direction where Wan Shuirong was.

Sweated!

I didn't have the energy to look at Wan Shuirong's expression, my really little legs were weak, and I just felt that the energy in my body was almost exhausted at that moment!

Holy Sword, I don't want Zhuo Yongsi's eyebrows as a container.

The magic knife in his left eye seemed to welcome its arrival.

But there was only the old devil under the right eye, and a bruised tendon suddenly burst out on his naked right arm!

He's resisting!

Although he asked again and again, the old man sitting in the snow did not respond, but he could clearly feel the strong resistance in his body!

He's repelling the Holy Sword.

It was as if its arrival would completely wither away his remaining vitality!

Legacy of Gods and Demons......

Problematic!

She breathed heavily, and once again felt this strongly, but she still couldn't figure out what the problem was.

I can only be sure of one thing at this time.

The old devil is not dead!

There is no demon in the eyes of other sword intent inheritors, but there is one in his eyes, and that is because he is not an illusion, he is ...... Remnant!

said that he would sacrifice all his blood and bones to the blade of the gods, and exchange all his life for victory in the realm war, but Mo Lixue did not die completely.

Don't......

At the last moment of the condensation, Mo Lixue was afraid of death, and in the second before the silence, she selfishly retained a trace of her remnant soul?

This is the real reason why the power of the gods and demons was unevenly distributed in Huanshan at the beginning, and the divine blade was broken into ten parts?

Just now, when he realized this, there was a difficult struggle in his really small heart, maybe he could accept the holy sword in order to eliminate the last defect of the blood sacrifice of gods and demons, and in the next war, he would reunite into a god-killing weapon that lived up to his expectations.

Maybe the old demon only appears in his own body, because he has taken a fancy to his special physique, and wants to wait for his soul to grow stronger and be reborn!

However, he obviously has a lot of thoughts, and even cares about his own life and death crisis, but for the old man who is sitting in the wind and snow......

It's too small to do!

It is better not to kill Zhuo Yongsi and let him continue to be the container of the holy sword.

I'd rather gamble with my own life than take risks!

I'd rather keep this mutilation until Lian Zimiao summons the Eight Blades and really gives it a try......

Anyway, now, she will definitely not let the Holy Sword kill the last remnant soul of the old demon!

He couldn't speak, he couldn't even move.

Although I can't communicate with words and actions, I still have a heart and can perceive it.

Really little swallowed.

Shizun's body is lonely and depressed, but the feeling he gives himself is warm.

So the reason for his existence must be found for yourself!

When he pushed away the holy sword before, his mood was still very complicated, but at this time, Zhen Xiaoxiao had completely thrown away those distracting thoughts, and a trace of red appeared under his pale little face.