The purple sword was stained with blood, and a crisp hum wafted through the air, trembling with pleasure.

Time flickered, and the purple sword moved from the blade where it sucked blood to the entire sword body, filled with a stirring purple light, and gradually became rich, with an intoxicating light appearing, and swept towards the surroundings rapidly.

Suddenly, the purple light flourished, occupying the space under the golden barrier.

In a trance, only this purple light was left in this world.

Purple is everything.

Suddenly, the purple sword trembled violently.

It seems that the life that has been sleeping for a long time has awakened, and it wants to break free from the shackles of You Qing and strive towards freedom.

Feeling the power coming from the palm of her hand, You Qing frowned, but she couldn't afford to dislike it, and said softly to Li Yuchen: "I'm going to let go." After speaking, I don't wait for an answer, and I don't need to answer, just let go.

Like a bird leaving the cage, the purple sword jubilant, trembling its body, emitting a crisp and melodious hum.

Bursts of notes spread out, like a beautiful piece of music, playing out in the purple world, intoxicating, slowing down the motion, and causing the skeleton to stagnate, as if to be immersed.

Li Yuchen's face was ugly, his face was pale after excessive bleeding, and he suppressed his breathing due to pain, but in a short time, he looked extremely weak, as if he would fall down at any time.

However, he did not fall and still stood.

Standing upright, he raised his head, his eyes full of anger and hatred staring at the child's life that had turned into a skeleton, and his murderous intent suddenly appeared.

"Huh. Tong Ming looked down and chuckled, with the murmur of bones rubbing.

He was attracted by the light released by the purple long sword, saw Li Yuchen, saw the eyes full of anger and hatred, and didn't feel that he wanted to laugh, but even if he wanted to laugh, he also had a chuckle, and in the light laughter, there was disdain and sarcasm.

No matter how bright the purple light is, no matter how strong the purple sword becomes, so what, the key is to see who is in control and who is using it, the purple sword fell into the hands of Li Yuchen, and he couldn't find a reason to pay attention to it.

Who is qualified to have that purple sword but himself?

The purple light in the sky faintly scattered and killed, which made him excited and had thoughts.

So, he moved.

The bones rubbed into an unpleasant sound, the hollow teeth clenched slightly, and swept towards Li Yuchen with the body of the skeleton left, and the killing aura suddenly spread, wanting to seize the purple sword.

"Kill!"

Li Yuchen shouted, his voice was rapid and low.

It was an angry roar, and he used the greatest strength to shake the sound out, but his body was weak due to excessive blood loss, and he could only make a rapid and low sound, but the will to kill contained in the voice was vividly reflected.

His eyes were fixed on the child's life that began to act, and the light that was still flashing was completely killing.

He wants to kill children!

The purple sword trembled slightly, as if feeling his will, and became happy, but in the last time before the arrival of the child's life, he drank some delicious bright red blood again, and the purple light released was even more brilliant.

"Go, kill!" Li Yuchen said.

His voice was already very soft, weak to the extreme, unable to speak louder, but it was like treating the closest people, soft in his voice, just talking about the simplest things.

To put it mildly, it is a statement, it is an entrustment.

The purple sword trembled violently, detached from his right hand, like an ordered sergeant, leading the will to kill, with an indomitable momentum, slashing straight upward.

Slashing upward, the air bursts, the space ripples lightly, and a deep color that belongs to the void emerges...... Slash through the void to the petite palm that suddenly appears with nothing but bones.

"Good sword!" Tong Ming was shocked back, but he was also amazed.

The palm of his right hand was quickly raised, placed in front of the empty eyes and looked at it repeatedly, and on the palm with a halo of harmony, a striking scar appeared, which was the mark left by the purple sword in the collision just now.

The scars on the palm of his hand proved that his body that had been baptized several times could not stop the sharpness of the purple sword, so he had to praise it out loud.

The purple sword is extraordinary, he knows it, and the killing will on it made him feel happy for a while, but now the sharpness makes it difficult for him to suppress his joy, and he can't wait to take it into his pocket.

The figure suddenly became ethereal, but it was not dodging, it was just accelerating, moving faster, and attacking faster.

As if striking an ancient bell, the sound of humming reverberated and continued to echo in the air, and in a very short time, he slapped hundreds of palms on the purple sword.

or the blade, or the hilt, or the blade...... Palm after palm, keep patting.

Ignore the small crevices that emerge, ignore the fine bone chips that drift into the air, and ignore the fall of the broken phalanxes...... Palm after palm, keep clapping.

The purple sword lost its brilliance, the mottled mark appeared, and the purple sword no longer looked like a purple sword, and he continued to shoot.

The palm of the hand was missing fingers, the cracks were all over the place, and the palm no longer looked like a palm, but he still patted it.

On the ground, Li Yuchen completely fainted, lying in front of Ku'er, between Lin Yan and Song Lu, who had long been unconscious, lying on his chest and Youniao, his face was whiter than Youniao's pure white body, and there was no trace of blood.

Ku'er stood silently, without a trace of a smile on his little face, and his eyes that seemed to have a starry sky were not red.

Yes, just calm.

You Qing fought, You Song fought, fought with skeletons that were so crazy that they only knew how to kill, scars covered their bodies, blood overflowed from their mouths, and they never retreated, left, guarded them, protected them.

"Kill!"

The sound of anger and encouragement rang out from time to time, reverberating in the auction hall that had long been razed to the ground, giving the fighters the strength to persevere, but with the chaos of battle.

In the chaotic sound of battle, some people spilled blood, and some people died.

Those who are still alive have not given up, they are still fighting, fighting to be alive.

Outside the barrier formed by gold coins, the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm are constantly working hard, constantly bombarding the barrier with the most powerful force, completely ignoring the consumption of spiritual power and the wear and tear of spiritual weapons, just to blast the ruthless barrier in front of them.

If the right hand is not patted with the palm, it is replaced by the left hand, as long as the purple sword can be completely stopped, it will be taken into the bag, and it will be turned into his own, and Tong Ming will not care about anything.

"Brother, this feels so familiar. Ku'er raised his head and stared at Tong Ming, and even more at the purple long sword that Tong Ming was patting, "Brother, Ku'er really feels so familiar." ”

Whispering, her eyes flickered with a faint light, like a not-so-bright or dim starry sky, reassembling the picture between trivial thoughts, and the stars moved one by one, driving the change of the entire starry sky.

The light of the stars became stronger, and the whole starry sky gradually brightened.

The starry sky in my memory floated in my eyes again, with endless brilliance, as well as the deepest nostalgia, and peace in my heart.

"Brother, Ku'er remembered the sword. ”

The starry sky in memory, the purple sword in memory, and the person in memory are a crystal clear tear that overflows, flows, and drips from the corner of the left eye.

(It's not early, it's late, and it's untitled again.) ）