At the moment when he gradually became weak and weak, Wang Xuan suddenly understood that if he wanted to overcome these things, he had to listen to the call of his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And what he was thinking about in his heart was not to defeat the walking dead with the body of a puppet.

Instead, enter the path of Shura and kill all the gods and Buddhas!

The injuries on his body were too serious, and these injuries, it was obvious that there was no basis for the spatial ring here, so he could only rely on his own willpower to persevere.

There is no place to absorb spiritual power, there is nothing for the elixir or anything, here, all he can rely on is a sword in his hand, and himself.

At this moment, the heart of Emperor Killing Heaven has completely replaced the rhythm of Wang Xuan's heart, and every beat it beats is like a war drum beating at dawn, making people's blood boil!

And these words are also what it told the king!

Wang Xuan didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die so undignified, and he finally made up his mind as he watched the walking corpses join the battle.

I got my heart and fought for my slim future!

At that moment, the whole sky suddenly became radiant, and there was obviously only one tear of righteous bamboo shoots, which was originally only glowing faintly, but at this moment, it was like a sun hanging high in the sky, shining so brightly that people dared not dare to look at it!

The pouring rain and the flying green blood between this heaven and earth, and the scarlet light on the sword body, seemed to have entered the demon path after cutting down countless walking corpses.

Wang Xuan himself is also resistant to Shura, although he doesn't want to be a good old man who is blind in this life, but he never wants to be a heinous villain.

But soon, he figured it out.

The emperor killed the heavens and the like, how could they have hurt the heavens and harmed the reason?

They just act differently from the world, are happy to take revenge, and have superior strength, such people should become heroes in the world, but they have become demons in the mouths of everyone.

If the devil is like this, what if I am the devil?!

This time, his long silver-white hair did not turn a terrible red, but instantly turned black, as if all the vitality he had lost had returned.

Wang Xuan knew that this was an illusion, but in his consciousness, a feeling of no reason was extremely strong, and at the same time, the wounds all over his body were not painful at all.

Shielded from the pain, Wang Xuan knew it.

This is Shura?

As soon as his mind moved, he slashed out with a sword again, and a pitch-black sword qi seemed to be singing, coming from the big waves, destroying the many walking corpses in front of it, and the entire street could not be seen, and the sword qi passed directly through the group of walking corpses, without the slightest stagnation.

This sword qi is actually as strong as this?!

Rao is he couldn't help but gasp, although he knew in his heart that these walking corpses were only the physical strength of the peak of body refining, but the terrifying power still made him tremble!

The sword qi traveled a distance of hundreds of meters, cutting all the walking corpses that passed by into pieces, and there was no tendency to weaken at all.

Wang Xuan knew in his heart that this sword qi only consumed a small amount of his spiritual energy, and such a sword qi could be released hundreds of times in a row within one breath!

In one breath, one hundred and nine swords in a row!

Even a swordsmanship genius could hardly reach such a speed as Wang Xuan, all thanks to the nine years that Wang Xuan had cultivated in the secret realm in the Heavenly Chosen Forest, without those nine years, he would not have understood the way of the sword so thoroughly!

The ensuing battle seems extremely monotonous and tedious, all you can see is a bloody boy standing proudly in the midst of the walking corpses, in a breath, holding a sword, slashing countless walking corpses, scattered, without a complete corpse.

Seeing this scene, hundreds of walking corpses above the Psychic Realm seemed to hear thunder again, stopped their attacking posture, and stopped.

This time, it seems to be a clarion call to stop the war.

Wang Xuan couldn't hear their conversation, and even if he could, he wouldn't understand it. Because it's a different language entirely, a language that Wang Xuan has never heard of.

The syllables vary in length and are short and powerful, but there are subtle differences in number.

In Wang Xuan's ears, what he heard was completely a voice, and he couldn't find any difference!

However, he had eyes, and in such a bright environment, he could see clearly.

If he can defeat these hundreds of walking corpses, then he can prove himself. Wang Xuan thought so in his heart, and the intention to fight was not disordered!

There is a raging fire burning in his heart, he wants to kill these walking corpses together, they don't deserve anyone's sympathy!

He didn't know that his pupils were also slowly covered with a layer of black, such a strange phenomenon that everyone else could see except himself, but unfortunately he was only alone now.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and such a strong rain will smash people out of a big hole when it falls on ordinary people, but Wang Xuan is a cultivator of the Qi Sense Realm, he can feel that this rain is unusually strong, but his body is still as steady as a rock.

Waiting, unfolding without warning.

They are still discussing, in the cloud-like world, are their abrupt ugly figures, and the king's choice to close their eyes and recuperate.

At this moment, the most stupid behavior is to take the initiative, although he knows that he is stronger than usual now, but he has not been able to catch it, and it is the eternal truth that the enemy does not move and I do not move.

The street was already full of walking corpses, and Wang Xuan stood on top of one of them, the roofs of the tall buildings on either side of him only a few meters above his head.

And the group of walking corpses was still far away, and the aura on their bodies was unusual, and the raindrops that fell rapidly could not even stain their bodies at all.

Slowly, the wind picked up.

The wind, like the rain, came without warning, and it was not as warm as light, but only cold, cold to the bone, so cold that it made people's teeth chatter.

Wang Xuan also felt this chill, and let his physical body be strong, but he couldn't resist the cold brought by this gust of wind.

Not moving means being colder, but it's a must.

With static braking, he couldn't let these walking corpses see the slightest flaw in him.

The cold was forcibly suppressed by him, his teeth clenched, and the bright light fell on him, blowing away the raindrops that splashed on him.

They are corpses themselves, so they will not have the slightest fear of this nameless wind.

Time passed little by little, and a thin layer of ice formed on Wang Xuan's back, but he did not use his aura to dissolve them, because these ice blocks could make Wang Xuan's body straighter, as if he could tower straight into the sky, although he seemed extremely small at the moment.

Finally, the conversation between them ended, hundreds of pairs of green eyes looked at him in unison, and Wang Xuan's instinctive body trembled!

His heart is tight, and the secret path is not good!

This tremor is full of flaws!(To be continued.) )