Chen Xun's heart has long been as cold as stagnant water. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't know what death was, because he was used to it.

He also didn't know what fear was, and he had experienced too many cruel deaths in his two lives.

No matter how terrible the pain is, he has felt it, the pain of cutting his bones, and dying of broken bones, he has gradually become indifferent, and from the initial instinctive fear of death, he has gradually become indifferent and indifferent, and even death is a trivial matter for his life.

Maybe even the death that can't really be reborn, Chen Xun has already accepted and faced it indifferently.

Just like after all the efforts he had put in on the Ink Rain Mountain before, he couldn't change the ending of the Plastic Beast Mountain Range that the Imperial God had destroyed, so he began to accept it indifferently, and even looked up at the sky and watched the Imperial God start chatting with the machine spirit of the distant era, waiting for his death with peace of mind.

Even if it is real death, he cannot be paralyzed by tens of thousands of deaths, and he will be moved.

------------------

Mohai Dragon Palace.

Above the gray dark sky, a huge seven-hundred-meter ink-colored sword shadow slowly fell.

This giant sword, which exuded a thick inky mist, seemed to be able to cut through the entire sea area, as if it could split the entire world into two parts, and it was irresistible.

Above the black and blue sea, a small and depressed figure stood alone on the boundless sea, the gentle ripples of the sea water under his feet fainted, and he gently looked up at the huge ink-colored knife shadow falling from the sky, and his eyes were ancient and waveless.

"This knife..."

"I can't take it. ”

He looked up at the shadow falling from the sky and sighed softly, but the huge volume gap was as if an ant on the ground was looking up at the giant elephant.

The man suddenly muttered softly.

"Zhu Tushan, I should also thank you, you made me feel fear, the fear of death that I experienced tens of thousands of times before I died, this fear makes me miss it so much. ”

Trample.

Chen Xun slowly stepped forward with a sword in one hand, looked up at the huge sword shadow in the sky, and sighed softly. "It's the uniqueness of your sword that makes me finally unable to rely on my various forbidden spells to death, because even the most terrible explosion of spiritual power can't defeat you, only my sword. ”

Brush.

As soon as Chen Xun's words fell, the long sword in his hand floated in the air.

Brush.

Stretching out his hand, he began to slowly draw into the void~ and pulled out a crystal long sword.

His voice drew ~ the thin sword again, but it was still emotional and complicated. "It's your craze for knives that gives me a sense of fear that no one else has given me, and makes me truly appreciate some of the senses I've lost. ”

Unable to use the Death Taboo Technique that he had always relied on to fight against Zhu Tushan in front of him, Chen Xun could only rely on his sword, but in this way, it actually made him feel some of the emotions he had lost at this moment.

After another pause, his voice was as soft as whispering to his lover: "It is the purity of your sword that gives my sword the possibility to break through again, so I should thank you as much as you thank me." ”

Brush brush brush.

When he whispered, he stretched out his hand again, and his palm pulled out ~ several carved swords in the void in a row, but with every time he drew ~ a long sword, his temples had a few more green and white hairs out of thin air.

Wow!!

Several sonorous and powerful sword sounds sounded crisply.

In the end, the handsome gray-robed young man who used to stand on the surface of the sea gradually turned into a half-haired swordsman with mottled temples.

Dressed in a gray robe, his face was vicissitudes, and the corners of his eyes were faintly wrinkled, with a feeling of a middle-aged swordsman who had gone through the wind and dust, and there were more than ten swords circling around him like satellites.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed, and more than a dozen crystal thin swords rolled up into an elegant white sword flower.

Then one after the other formed a roaring stegosaurus, each sword flying and spinning at a very strange and tricky angle, flying towards the falling ink knife in the sky...

Countless transparent swords collided with the phantom shadow of the ink knife.

Wow.

Heaven and earth are white, intertwined with ink light.

Astonishingly bright light faded across the surface of the sea at an unprecedented rate.

Immediately afterward, the terrifying explosion turned into chaos, and a huge whirlpool of seawater quickly vibrated up.

Above the sea, the center of a huge storm mixed with sea water was tumbling and steaming, and countless seawater turned into heat waves and quickly evaporated, and the endless light seemed to be able to shatter the whole world.

"It's scary!"

"The battle between these two men is beyond our resistance to the aftermath alone. ”

"Blame.. Monster!"

Countless Tianjiao of the big ships around them forcibly stabilized the ships in the storm rolling up on the sea, but under the frightened gaze, they suddenly burst out of spiritual power, trying to prevent their ships from being swept into the sky, like a small paper boat crumbling in the storm.

Their ship was only in the aftermath, like a tiny dusty duckweed, drifting in the monstrous tsunami waves, and the spiritual vibration from the sea water alone showed faint signs of being shattered.

"Obviously, they are both fourth-order, how is this possible...."

"Sixth Order!!, with the cultivation of the Fourth Order, a blow that only the Sixth Order can easily break out here, and only the older generation of strong people have the might!!"

"I originally thought that I was a generation of Tianjiao, and at a young age, I was enough to have a fourth-order middle-level cultivation, and I could even cross the line to fight a famous powerhouse spell master of the fourth-order high-level, but..." A young man looked up at the sky, his voice was so empty that he seemed to have lost all faith.

"I'm not reconciled. ”

There is Tianjiao who held the boat in the wind and rain not to go back, but gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly.

Mo Baimei was also adrift on her own boat, whispering miserably.

"I originally thought that I would be able to burst out with a fourth-order cultivation to burst out of fifth-order combat power, and I was already a peerless Tianjiao of the younger generation, even among the Tianjiao sages of the human race for hundreds of thousands of years, I could also rank within the top two hundred. ”

"But our pride is easily shattered by unknown people who don't know where they come from. ”

As the leader of this group of celestial pride, even the black white plum and the green shirt around her were silent at this time for a while, and finally turned all the surprise and emotion into a sigh.

"These two people are only afraid that among the sages of the human race since the ages, they can also rank in the top twenty. ”

Countless Tianjiao from the Nine Heavens and Ten Domains are all lamenting here.

It was as if the two people in front of him had turned into shadows hovering in their hearts with the same fate, and they had to tremble, fear, and become demons in their hearts, just like the god of Yu Wu back then, and Tianjiao, who was born in the same era as him, were dimmed under his brilliance.

At this time.

Even the green shirt of the second person of the younger generation was cloudy, as if all his pride was easily shattered at this time, he looked at the center of the storm between the two, his face was pale, his lips were tightly closed, and he looked at the center of the storm and bit his lips faintly.

"It turns out... We are the ones who are truly sitting in the well and watching the sky. ”

(To be continued.) )