Sawdust mixed with the color of green iron flew one after another, and with a loud bang, the demon vine like a wild snake smashed to the ground, and suddenly set off several feet of wild sand and flying stones.

Ling Tiansu clenched the rusty sword, slowly opened his lips and said, "I will give you a name." ”

As soon as his fingertips touched the old and worn hilt, he developed an inexplicable connection with the sword.

He knew that the sword was ownerless, and since there was no owner, there was naturally no one to give a name.

Squatting down, the palm of his left hand stroked the mottled blade of the sword.

Due to the existence of that heavy rust, the blade of the sword was like a blunt blade, and it was really difficult for such an inferior sword to cut through the body of a Tongyuan Realm cultivator.

And with Ling Tian Su Dingding, he looked at the sword and said, "Leave Shen." ”

A bright red bead of blood followed the slow downward movement of his palm, leaving on the blade of the sword, and the red blood bead seemed to be absorbed by dust, quickly seeping into the gray iron-colored rust.

The blue-gray rust and dirt changed into layers, and the blood color flashed away, and turned into the original green rust color.

It's just that from the place where Ling Tiansu held the hilt of the sword, an extremely warm crimson light slowly extended.

The light flowed like flowing magma, flowing down like a tributary of a river, splitting the rusty blade.

The sound of air tearing again, Wu Ying was clearly unharmed by the strong blow, but at this moment, her face was extremely pale, and she staggered and stood unsteadily.

From Meng Qixuan's direction, there was killing intent everywhere, and thousands of ghost and hell demon vines twisted into a huge vine rope.

Under his hands, the huge vine rope had the potential to penetrate the heavens and the earth, like a meteor descending.

The terrifying ghostly pressure caused an earth-shattering explosion to form in the air.

And on top of the huge magic vine, countless strange-looking human faces suddenly grew, with green faces and fangs, and they were bitten.

Ling Tiansu got up and stood up, and the newly named sword inserted into the sand also rose to the ground with his clenched palm, bringing up a puff of yellow sand.

At that moment, the yellow sand was mixed with blue-gray rust dust, and the dusty long sword was also rapidly peeling off the rust, blooming with a cold glow like snow.

The tip of the sword burned with sacred sparks, drawing a long, straight golden line in the darkness.

The first style of the starry swordsmanship!

The yellow sand of the earth, which has been torn apart, seems to be shining with starlight.

The cold swordsmanship and the blazing sparks easily broke the huge vines twisted into a rope like breaking tofu.

The human faces that grew on the vines erupted in bursts of bloody light, and under the heart-rending howl, they disappeared!

Under the broken Ghost Prison Demon Vine, Meng Qixuan's pale and emotionless face was revealed.

The tip of the sword burning with golden sparks in Ling Tiansu's hand was pointed at his throat from afar.

The majestic waves of sword qi that flowed out of him, coupled with those sharp eyes, made him look like a sword immortal flying away at any time.

Meng Qixuan slowly moved his indifferent eyes, and a deeper ink color crossed the depths of his black pupils.

In the midst of the demon vines that had been torn in half, a palm with a deep sword wound on the wrist burst through the air.

The powerful ghost spirit qi was cold and terrifying, and with the furious palm wind, it was actually the little spark on the tip of the Shen Sword that was directly extinguished.

The starlight revealed in the fine sand also dimmed.

Ling Tiansu's eyes narrowed deeply, and the sword momentum did not stop, and he went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

And Meng Qixuan seemed to have fallen into some kind of wonderful tacit understanding with him, and he didn't dodge it, and the palm blade and the sharp sword body cross intersected and sparked an astonishing fire.

The tip of the sword slanted upward, and the cramped killing intent was unrestrained, pointing above Meng Qixuan's eyebrows, and a little black and red blood bead fell from the tip of the sword.

The black hair behind Meng Qixuan danced like a dragon under the sword qi, and the palm that was slashed out slashed slammed into Ling Tiansu's throat, and the tip of the sword could not be further scored.

Ling Tiansu could only hear the bones in his throat clicking, and a fishy sweet breath surged up his throat uncontrollably, and a puddle of blood spurted out with a pop, and the whole person flew out upside down.

Meng Qixuan raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains in the center of his eyebrows, his eyebrows and eyes were still indifferent, and when his palm hung down, the demon vine condensed a demonic wood mad knife in his palm.

The blade was ghostly, and countless pitch-black roots extended from the blade surface.

He raised his arm and held the knife, and the demonic wood mad knife danced wildly under the roots, and the diameter was slashed in the direction of Ling Tiansu flying upside down.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were deep, and the dim sword light reappeared, and a stunning arc of light lit up in the darkness.

Just as the demonic wood blade with wild roots was about to attack and slash at the body, a burst of arc light strangled it into chips.

And that whisker was like a duckweed without roots, fluttering away in the air.

However, before Ling Tiansu could breathe a sigh of relief, the black roots that seemed to be like fluttering flakes came to life silently in an instant, like black nematodes writhing wildly in mid-air, ending in succession.

Soon a very thin black long line was formed.

A seemingly complex process takes shape almost instantaneously.

When Ling Tiansu reacted, the corners of his eyes jumped suddenly.

The long black thread had already wrapped around him several times.

With Meng Qixuan's sneer, the circle of black lines tightened suddenly, and they strangled into Ling Tiansu's skin, as if a blade was cutting people.

Even the Lishen Sword in Ling Tiansu's hand did not let go, and it was wound up in circles.

Ling Tiansu was tense all over, and he couldn't break half a minute, so he had to be tightly bound by it and temporarily control his freedom.

It's just that the Shen Sword is absolutely extraordinary, and when the thin black line is wrapped around the sword body, there is no need for Ling Tiansu to deliberately turn the Yuan Force, and the sword qi that naturally bursts out from the sword is actually directly scattered by the black line.

Ling Tiansu was about to turn the blade of the sword, and the black line was intervened, but he found that his wrist was tightly entangled by the black line, and he couldn't run for half a minute.

And Meng Qixuan naturally wouldn't give him time to deal with and solve the predicament, with the support of the Ghost Hell Demon Vine, he flew in the air, his hands behind his back, and he didn't see any attacking posture.

But behind him, there were three hideous ghost appearances condensed, showing a spreading momentum, devouring towards Lingtian Su.

Ling Tiansu couldn't retreat a single step, and his black silk thread was tightly wound like spider silk, as if he was collecting the only prey into a net.

Unable to respond, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Not because he was afraid of the ghostly attack sweeping from the other side, but the black silk thread that wrapped around him actually climbed into his eye sockets, trying to penetrate his eyeballs.

The scalp tingles, and it was the feeling of death.

His brain was frantically working to survive, and at that moment, he seemed to hear a high-pitched hissing sound from below that was even more desperate than he was.

Meng Qixuan looked at Ling Tiansu with empty eyes, as if looking at a dying prey, and he said coldly: "It's over." ”

A small dirt bag arched up from the sand, and it was when Ji Mo Lanze was dizzy that she crawled out, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the desperate picture of the person she hated the most.

Her face covered with yellow sand and dirt couldn't see what her expression was, she opened her eyes slightly, and did not speak.

That's when ......

A slightly abrupt voice sounded, not light or light, but it could clearly swirl in people's minds.

"The owner of this building has said a long time ago, there will only be one ending today, and the ending has not yet come, how can it end here?"

Different from the cynical tone in the past, from under Meng Qixuan, a Tianque Tower owner who was sitting on the ground in embarrassment and weakness slowly got up.

The moment he got up, he could see the tiredness and weakness on his face swept away, and the texture began to emit a faint white glow as his voice settled.

The brilliance was extremely dazzling, like a bright epiphany that suddenly bloomed in the long night, and under the extremely bright light, Yan You's aura around him was also rising.

He smiled and raised his hand.

A thin layer of ice condensed at the tip of the fingertip, but it wasn't ice, because it wasn't as clear as ice, but more like a mirror.

Smooth calm clearly reflected the light, as well as his fingertips.

On the other side of the mirror is Meng Qixuan, who is stiff and cold, with his eyes wide open.

His voice was hoarse, and his empty gaze returned to a trace of extreme shock: "You actually broke the mirror at this time?!

They were clearly still two, and he clearly hadn't devoured himself yet.

In this case, how can he break the mirror again in a safe and chic manner.