The sword was finally handed to the other party.

Piercing the sky, a brilliant light and shadow appeared.

This may be the strongest sword in the world over the years.

Ye Wuwu used everything he had, and used the majestic qi machine that had just stepped into the peak to urge the Earth Immortal with a sword.

Its power is incomparable.

This sword has already far surpassed the earth immortals, and even reached the heavens.

The sword light is beautiful, clear as water.

The more beautiful things are, but the more they disappear, the more unacceptable they are.

Situ Nanfeng's eyes didn't have a trace of brilliance, only indifference.

In the face of this sword that could slash the heavens, the old man just gently stretched out a hand, then thought about it, and replaced it with a finger.

It seems that this sword is not enough for him to strike.

The Lin Yuan Sword trembled slightly, and then the trembling became more and more rapid.

There was a faint cracking sound.

Shocking.

The long sword, which was held tightly in Ye Wuwu's hand and rendered in dark red, began to collapse and disintegrate from the tip of the sword at this moment.

The Lin Yuan Sword let out a final sword roar.

The sword roared fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the sword shattered to the ground.

Even with the Linyuan Sword, the sword spirit that had just revealed a few signs disappeared at this moment.

On the blood-stained face, he couldn't see the expression clearly, but the corners of Ye Wuwu's eyes twitched slightly.

He looked at his hand almost numbly.

There was no sword in his hand, only an empty hilt.

His lips twitched slightly, but eventually, he let out a low chuckle.

I can't even keep my own sword, so I am still called a swordsman.

Laughter is sad, sad, pathos, self-deprecating and helpless.

In the next second, Ye Wuwu felt a whirlwind of the world, and struggled to come back to his senses again, only to find that he had been picked up by Situ Nanfeng Void.

Situ Nanfeng's face was calm, his eyes were indifferent, he looked at Ye Wuwu in front of him, and didn't say a word.

The young man, whose face was covered in blood and even covered in blood, struggled to turn his head at the moment, his eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was about to close at any time, but he was forcibly supported by Ye Wuwu and did not let him close.

In his eyes, after all, he lost the peace he used to have, leaving only exhaustion and death.

But his face twitched slightly, forcing a smile to be squeezed out.

The old man finally spoke, his voice calm.

"Ye Wuwu, at this moment, can you still laugh?"

Ye Wuwu's breath was weak, but he still spoke in a low voice that didn't care.

"Old man, what do you think if I say that I now change my mind and worship you as a teacher?"

Situ Nanfeng's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an undisguised mocking smile on his face.

He laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Ye Wuwu, look at yourself, now you, your luck is gone, your breath is scattered, and all the muscles and veins in your body are broken under Fang Cai's sword, and your qi is gone.

At this moment, what are the similarities and differences between you and the wasted? ”

"The old man doesn't collect waste."

Situ Nanfeng stroked his beard and said proudly.

Ye Wuwu didn't care, but his breath was a little weaker, like a broken candle that was about to burn out, extinguished at any time.

For a long time, he forced his eyelids and whispered a whisper.

"I guessed right."

Situ Nanfeng shook his head slightly and replied calmly.

"The old man is not going to get along with a little girl."

Previously, Situ Nanfeng had said that if Ye Wuwu could guess his true intentions, he would let Lu Caiwei live.

Ye Wuwu still remembers this.

Hearing the old man's answer at this moment, Ye Wuwu hummed lightly, shook his head, and nodded slightly.

Situ Nanfeng looked down, looking at the endless Immortal Palace palace group below.

He asked slowly.

"Ye Wuwu, your Confucian inkstone can be regarded as opening the old man's eyes, and the old man can fulfill your wish.

Anyway, when you die, where do you want to be buried? ”

Situ Nanfeng waited for a long, long time, but there was no response from behind him.

The old man turned to look, only to find that the young swordsman, who was soaked in blood, was already lying flat in the air, silent.

Is it dead?

Situ Nanfeng seemed to be silent for a while, then glanced at the Immortal Palace below, and then glanced at Lu Caiwei, who was trapped on the ground by him and couldn't see clearly.

He said aloud to himself.

"Among Penglai, there is a tomb of fairy swords located in Zhutian in the southwest, and there are more than 100 fairy swords in it, and there are countless heavenly sword spirit swords......"

"These things were snatched from the sky by that guy back then......"

"Ye Wuwu, you are a swordsman, let's go and sleep in the sword forest."

The words fell, and Situ Nanfeng stretched out his finger and pointed towards the void somewhere in front of him.

The figure of the young swordsman, who had lost his breath, flew straight ahead, and then fell down in one place.

It is indeed a tomb of fairy swords, and there are countless famous swords of fairy swords.

Compared to the sword forest where Liu Blind was before, it was many times stronger.

There is no silent intent of death in the sword forest, only the existence of a completely different arrogant sword momentum for each sword.

It's just that at this moment, in this endless sword forest, there is one more young swordsman who is sleeping here.

……

Lu Caiwei's figure trembled slightly, her silver teeth bit her lips, and there were no tears in her eyes.

In its place, there was a deep hatred, a blood color.

She's hating.

She hated Situ Nanfeng, because it was the old man who erased her senior brother's vitality.

She also hated Dugu Xuan, and when she knew the whole truth, Lu Caiwei wanted to ask her master more than once, why did she do this?

But the Si people are gone, and no matter how many questions there are, we can't know about it.

Luck is getting stronger.

Lu Caiwei was originally destined to be a sword immortal talent in the world, although Ye Wuwu was not as good as Ye Wuwu, but at the end of his life, his comprehension of sword intent had already far exceeded his own expectations.

And at this moment, when a person's vitality is cut off, it also represents the dissipation of all luck.

The lives of the two are closely linked, and Ye Wuwu's luck is also at this moment, all of which are attributed to Lu Caiwei's luck.

The peak of luck has come to an unprecedented level at this moment.

Situ Nanfeng, who was still above the sky, noticed the movement under his feet at this moment, looked down, and raised his eyebrows, but he was a little surprised.

"It is worthy of being the material of the sword immortal selected by the contemporary heaven and earth, at this moment, after swallowing the luck of that leaf boy, this pillar of luck is already comparable to the land sword immortal."

This is the realm she has just broken through.

The nine characters of Confucianism have benefited her a lot.

But that's not enough, it's not enough.

Lu Caiwei's eyes were full of madness.

Climb to the top and create the extreme, climb to the top and create the extreme!

In the crazy eyes, there is sword after sword.

From the first sword swung at the beginning of sword practice, to the last sword slashed by Ye Wuwu standing in front of her.

The last sword, called a little concentration, reached the peak.

There were countless swords flashing in Lu Caiwei's mind one by one.

She suddenly thought of that day, on the sword mountain of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the scene of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty.

She was like the monarch of the sword.

The pillar of fortune that no one could see, but in fact it was huge, suddenly shrank.

The qi in Lu Caiwei's body rose all the way.

It was as if something was heard in the air, as if something had been broken.

The sound of the Broken Realm.

The realm of breaking is the realm.

She finally understood that the peak of the Extreme Realm, one of the final realms, was to take herself as the center of heaven and earth and open up a realm.

Within this realm, oneself is the only one in the realm.

In her realm, she is invincible.

There was a clattering sound.

However, it was Lu Caiwei who cultivated to the peak of the Extreme Realm, and forcibly broke the prohibition laid by Situ Nanfeng, who far exceeded the realm of heaven and man.

Lu Caiwei took a step gently.

Move gently.

But the killing intent is all over the sky.

The pair of delicate eyes in the past have already turned into angry blood at this moment.

On the face that could no longer be called a girl, there was a sudden hint of sadness.

In the midst of desolation, there is also deep ridicule and remorse.

She hates.

She hated Situ Nanfeng, hated Dugu Xuan, and hated the parents who abandoned her in the Flower Shifting Palace.

But what she hated the most was the ugly woman who was completely powerless and could only watch Ye Wuwu die.

In Lu Caiwei's eyes stained with anger and blood, two clear tears suddenly flowed, crossed her cheeks, and dripped on the tip of the low-hanging Spring and Autumn Sword.

What Lu Caiwei hates the most is herself.

(End of chapter)