The night was as cold as ice.

The cold wind blew, and the moonlight was dim and cold.

There are no broken swords in the Burial Sword Valley, only more than 30 sword souls, which are withered here. They remain in the world, just to find a secluded place to fend for themselves. They don't want to harm the people anymore, and they are tired of killing and blood, they gather around the Sword Soul of Judgment, in the forgotten corners of the world, they no longer pose a threat to the living, but the great name they created during their lifetime haunts them like a nightmare, and it also brings disaster to them.

A string of blood splattered on the sky, like a flying firework.

Ye Qingcheng suffered a heavy sword on his back, and his figure suddenly lost his balance and fell down in embarrassment.

Liu Beishui immediately flew over and hugged Ye Qingcheng's body before he landed.

"Big brother!" Liu Beishui put Ye Qingcheng's stomach on the ground, staring at the shocking wound on his back.

This sword mark is deep into the backbone, from the back to the waist, blood gushing out, the strange thing is that there are wisps of white smoke wafting out of the wound, like poisonous smoke and like soul energy, even if Liu Beishui has profound medical skills, he can't tell what kind of strange gas this is for a while. However, it made Ye Qingcheng very painful, and his body kept twitching, as if he couldn't control it.

Liu Beishui dared to immediately heal the wound on Ye Qingcheng's back, for fear that the strange white smoke left in the wound would be sealed into Ye Qingcheng's body.

Fortunately, the Judgment Sword Soul flew over, and it half-squatted beside Ye Qingcheng, stretched out its claws, and grabbed the void on the wound on his back. The ethereal white smoke instantly turned into a white vine-like shape. Then, the Judgment Sword Soul grabbed it violently, as if it was uprooting a white vine that grew behind Ye Qingcheng.

A wisp of white smoke dissipated into the claws of the Judgment Sword Soul, and it said in a deep voice, "This is the Immortal Qi, the unique lethal power of the Ghost Sword. ”

"The eldest brother spared his life, just to save his predecessors-" Liu Beishui looked at the bloody back of Ye Qingcheng lying on the ground, and said, "Why don't you run away?"

The Judgment Sword Soul stood up, looked at the rock embers who came with the sword, and said, "It's because you are too stubborn, and I don't need you to ask more about the things here, and I don't need anyone to save them." ”

At this time, the sturdy figure of the rock ember, which had skyrocketed to a height of three feet, walked over quietly and said, "You didn't even escape?"

"That way, you should know what I want. The Judgment Sword Soul said calmly.

Everyone present could see that the judgment sword soul only wanted to die, and had no intention of cherishing everything in the world.

"Want to die?" said Ash, "Later, you'll tell me the answer!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his face sharply and stared at the thirty-four sword souls in the distance, all of which were the souls of famous weapons. It's just that the famous artifacts and their owners are gone, and there is only one soul left, and they can't set off any wind and waves.

"Escape!" "Hurry up!" the Chaotic Willow Sword Soul shouted, "This butcher wants to use us to blackmail the Judge King!"

"It's late. Ember shouted angrily, "Birdcage!"

I saw that he raised his palm suddenly, and a yellow flame mark condensed from his palm, and as the flame mark burned, a bright yellow pillar of flame immediately flew up from his palm and hit the spirit shield shrouded in the valley. Then, the hazel spirit shroud immediately condensed into cage strips, like a huge birdcage, imprisoning the entire valley.

This is a kind of sealing array that specializes in imprisoning sword souls, and after it appears, yellow light immediately appears on the birdcage, and a strange hidden power is generated, directly suppressing all the imprisoned sword souls like a mountain, and the movement is extremely slow, and it can no longer disappear and escape.

Yan Shen turned to look at the Judgment Sword Soul and said, "These guys should be the closest group of guys since you were born, you have been with them for tens of thousands of years, to say the least, I'm afraid you have already been in love with each other, right?"

"They, like me, no longer cherish this world, and death does not intimidate them. Judgment Sword Soul said.

"Really?" Ember glanced at the struggling sword souls, many of them had a look of fear, that is, some of them were still greedy for life and afraid of death, "Every ten breaths, I will kill a sword soul." If you can really be indifferent, I will fulfill you in the end. If you can't bear it, you still obediently surrender at the feet of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu's sword will still be kept for you. ”

As he spoke, Ember threw up the Sword of Judgment and said to Bai Wuchang, who was hidden in the sword, "Kill the first one!"

In an instant, a puff of white smoke floated out of the Sword of Judgment and condensed into a white ghost. Then, Bai Wuchang grabbed the Sword of Judgment and rushed towards the group of panicked sword souls.

"Traitor, you are not worthy of controlling the Sword of Judgment!" The first to resist turned out to be the Black Impermanence Sword Soul who was born with Bai Impermanence. It rushed out of the group of sword souls in a rage, stretched out its pitch-black sharp claws, and pounced ferociously at Bai Wuchang.

As a result, Bai Wuchang was fierce and fierce because of the sword in his claws, far overshadowing the momentum of Black Impermanence, and directly stretched out his sharp white claws and inserted Black Impermanence's neck. Then, it pinched the black impermanence sword soul into a spasm, stared at his brother, and said in a deep voice: "The sword is born for killing, there is no murderous aura, you are a disgusting waste of Lao Tzu, and you are not worthy of living in the world!"

In mid-air, Bai Wuchang didn't care about the scruples and feelings of black impermanence, and suddenly grabbed the judgment sword in his hand and stabbed it ferociously into the top of Black Impermanence's head. The blade of the sword was directly submerged in its body, and a single sword pierced it from top to bottom.

"Yike!!!"

A terrible scream was heard, followed by a loud explosion.

Thick pitch-black smoke expands into the air. When the black smoke disappeared, a bloody word "death" appeared, and then dripped and collapsed into the air like molten wax.

Black impermanence completely dissipated from the world, leaving no trace.

Bai Wuchang excitedly looked at the group of sword souls not far away, which were like frightened birds, and at this moment it felt the feeling of being a king. Although, they are all sword souls, it has swords, and they don't. In its view, they are like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Hei Impermanence died under the judgment sword, his soul was scattered, and in this murderous scene opposite, the judgment sword soul chose to turn around and not look at the slaughter scene. However, on its body, blood stains oozed faintly, and quickly dripped down.

"Even if you don't do it yourself, as long as a dead soul dies under your sword, your sword soul will still be stained with sins that cannot be washed away. Ember said, "Running away will only make you bleed more and more!"

"Senior!" Liu Beishui stood beside the Judgment Sword Soul and said angrily: "These are all companions who have been with you for tens of thousands of years, and you want to watch them be killed one by one? Why don't you resist and kill this old thief!"

"Kill me, even if it is the king of the sword, it is just a sword soul now, without a sword, it can't release any power. Ember sneered. Afterwards, he said to Bai Wuchang: "The second!"

Among the remaining thirty-three sword souls, one was intimidated by the previous slaughter, and when it saw Bai Wuchang flying with his sword, it immediately screamed and fled, shouting, "Lao Tzu doesn't want to die!"