On the distant horizon, the setting sun slowly sinks into the sea. The afterglow spreads across the sea, and the long night is approaching.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the sword screaming Taoist held the hand of the broken sword, trembling slightly. Looking at the immortal in front of him, his heart was mixed.

The person in front of him forced him to break the long sword, forced him to cut off his sword heart, and caused him to change from an unruly swordsman to the gatekeeper of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion when he was in infinite glory.

The young man is not in spirit, the swordsman has no pride, and the seemingly dignified sword of Jian Xuanxian has cut off the life that Jian Ming should have been smooth.

Although he was seriously injured, there was no panic on Jian Xuanxian's face. He looked at Jian Ming Daoren, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked a little dazed.

Then, Sword Xuan Immortal asked aloud, "Are you?"

Jian Mingdao's face froze, and there was a little more sadness in his heart.

ruined other people's lives, but it seemed to be done inadvertently, how arrogant and cold-blooded the immortals in front of him were.

How hateful!

Closing his eyes, Kennaru took a deep breath and tried to calm his agitated mood.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, took a step, and came to the front of Jian Xuanxian.

Feeling the killing intent on the Sword Ming Dao person, the Sword Xuan Immortal let out a long sigh, and a trace of despair appeared on his face.

"Tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs......" muttered, he didn't try to resist again.

Then, things didn't develop as Jian Xuanxian expected.

The sword Ming Daoist stretched out his sword finger, and the spiritual energy in his body moved slightly, and a sword qi emerged from his fingertips, slashing towards the position of the Sword Xuan Immortal Dantian.

Jian Xuanxian snorted, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes. Don't the other party even want to give themselves a good time?

Glancing coldly, the hatred in his heart was already monstrous.

"The dantian was destroyed, can the aura in the body still work...... It's an immortal." Jian Mingdaoren's brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself.

After a few moments, he tried to run the Dao Duel, and a sword aura appeared out of thin air. The sword qi was extremely weak, and it was difficult to see it with the naked eye.

Then, the sword screamer shook his wrist slightly.

The sword qi roared out, burrowed into the dantian of the Sword Xuan Immortal, and slashed and destroyed all the way along the meridians in his body.

Jian Xuanxian gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't help but exhale in pain, and his body trembled.

After a long time, the sword qi broke out of the body, and the aura of the sword Xuan Immortal also withered to the extreme.

The aura veins in his body were all destroyed, and there was no possibility of using the aura at all.

Although Jian Xuanxian was ready to meet death, his lifelong cultivation was abolished, and he still had a little more regret in his eyes.

After a while, he lowered his voice and slowly said, "I remember, you are the waste who was scared by me."

Jian Ming Daoist froze, then nodded, but did not speak.

He took out a spirit fruit, a little hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally he made up his mind and forcibly stuffed the spirit fruit into the mouth of Jian Xuan Immortal.

Jian Xuan Immortal's injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the terrifying scars gradually disappeared. After a short time, except that he was still unable to use his aura, he had recovered as before.

His eyes were full of puzzlement, and Jian Xuan Immortal slowly got up and looked at Jian Ming Daoist suspiciously.

However, the other party didn't want to explain, and the sword finger was erected to run the Dao Decision, directly sealing all the spiritual energy in the body.

Then, the Sword Ming Daoist turned his head and looked at the little Daoist Shucheng on the side: "Shucheng, wait a minute, if I die, you will take action as soon as possible and kill him."

After a pause, the Sword Warrior continued, "Besides, you must not strike early."

After doing all this, he straightened his Dao robe, raised his hand slightly to break the sword, and pointed at the Sword Xuan Immortal.

"You're going to die today, but I'll give you a chance to pull a cushion."

After saying that, the sword roared lightly, and the sword in his hand also trembled, and there was a burst of sword roar.

Jian Xuanxian's eyes condensed slightly, showing surprise, and then raised his eyes to look at Jian Ming Daoren, and a flash flashed in his eyes

Trace of hatred.

If it weren't for the monk in front of him, an immortal, he would never end up like this.

Give him some time to recover from his injuries, Jian Xuan Immortal still has at least a thousand years to live, and if he finds some opportunities, it is not impossible to re-ascend to the fairyland.

Taking a deep breath, he retrieved his sword, then slammed his feet into the way and charged towards the swordman.

A trace of sword intent appeared around him, and although there was no aura in the body of the sword Xuan Immortal, the momentum was unmatched for a while.

Feeling the dream-like sword intent, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the Sword Screaming Daoist. Countless midnight awakenings, this seemingly dignified sword intent is the culprit.

Jian Ming Daoist was slightly distracted, and he didn't come back to his senses until the long sword was near.

Some panicked backwards, and the Sword Ringer Daoist behaved a little embarrassed. And Jian Xuanxian naturally discovered this.

With a sneer, he raised his voice and spoke: "Vainly trying to kill me to completely understand your sword heart, you are a waste, are you worthy!"

The sword was like thunder, the sword Xuan Immortal was aggressive, and the sword Ming Dao people lost the opportunity, and they were short of breath, so it was naturally difficult to parry.

In a short time, he was covered in bruises and panting.

On the other hand, Jian Xuan Immortal was unharmed, and his momentum became more and more powerful. His face was full of fierceness, and his moves were close to the enemy's vital point.

Neither of them was able to use their aura, but the sound of the sword whistle was endless, and the sword intent was also wanton, and Shu Cheng, who was watching the battle, was shocked.

Watching Jian Ming Daoist fall into the downwind, his face was full of confusion, and he didn't know what to do.

Shu Cheng knew that Jian Ming Daoist was going to take this opportunity to break the demons left by Jian Xuan Immortal.

But looking at the current situation, he is afraid that he is going to fail.

At this time, feeling the fluctuation of the aura on Shu Cheng's body, Jian Ming Daoist shouted, "Don't make a move!"

His eyes were already red, his hands were trembling violently, and he had only one thought in his heart: if he didn't cut the sword Xuan Immortal today, there would be no more sword sound in the world.

Gritting his teeth, the sword screamed angrily, raised his left arm, and met the opponent's long sword straight up.

The long sword penetrated into the bones, and if the strength was greater, his arm would be directly cut off.

Then, Duan Jianming flew backwards, and at the cost of his heavy injuries, he briefly broke away from the battlefield and dodged the continuous attacks of the Sword Xuan Immortal.

Turning sideways, the Sword Ming Daoist looked at the immortal in front of him, feeling the sword intent around him, and his heart was ready to fight to the death.

Raising his hand with some difficulty, the sword screamer took a deep breath and then rushed away.

This time, in the face of the former dream demon, he didn't dodge anymore and went straight to meet him.

The two swords collided, the two staggered, and the scene instantly fell silent.

A blood line appeared between the neck of the Sword Xuan Immortal, and a long sword appeared on the left chest of the Sword Screaming Daoist.

After a few moments, the two of them fell down in unison.

The long sword in the hand of the sword roared clearly, as if it had broken free from the cage, and instantly resounded in the sky, breaking through thousands of stratus clouds. But its owner did not respond at all.

The sun set in the distance, and the dark night swept the heavens and the earth.

The little Taoist priest of Shucheng had a sad face, and he shook the sword to the ground, and his voice was a little choked.

"Congratulations to Uncle Kenshin."

After a pause, he continued, "You go all the way."

After speaking, he sat down on the spot, chanted the Taoist scriptures lightly, and sent the sword to the Taoist.

At this moment, a weak voice rang out: "Don't ...... Don't read it, I'm not dead yet......

After a pause, the voice continued, "If you don't save me, you'll really die."

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