Xuanyuan Sword Spirit casually waved a faint sword light that attacked him, the gaze in his eyes was still flat, and he slowly paced in front of Ye Wuwu.

"It's over."

Ye Wuwu was already in pain and couldn't open his eyes, and his body and spirit body were already a little unable to maintain, and he was about to disperse.

But he still held on, and once again he swung out a sword intent.

Traceless sword intent.

Not surprisingly, it was broken by Xuanyuan casually.

Xuanyuan shook his head, his eyes seemed to be looking, but he still spoke.

"It's an interesting sword intent, but it's too weak."

Ye Wuwu didn't try again, just raised his head forcefully, his expression was a little hideous, and he said hoarsely.

"Don't you feel pain?"

Xuanyuan chuckled: "If you can't bear this pain, then you can't help but underestimate me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a ray of light around Xuanyuan's body suddenly collapsed.

Of the six sword intents, there are only five left at the moment.

This sudden scene made Xuanyuan a little speechless.

His expression finally changed a little at this moment, and as the light completely disappeared, there seemed to be a slight frown between his brows.

The pressure here, the great pain, has reached an extremely terrifying level after only two people are left at this moment.

In the end, the pressure increases dozens of times.

Ye Wuwu didn't know how he persevered.

Perhaps, it's because he's already died once.

No, if you count this time, it should be the second time.

The desire for life is greater than everything at this moment.

And, there is also a female figure that keeps flashing in my mind.

No matter how he had a splitting headache and no matter how he was drowsy, Ye Wuwu always remembered that figure in his mind, clear and picturesque, reflected in front of him.

Xuanyuan seemed to finally feel a trace of pain at this moment, and his eyes were slightly moved, but he didn't rush to make a move, but lowered his head and asked.

"I'm curious, with your lowly realm, how to persevere in this pain."

A hideous smile hung on the corner of Ye Wuwu's mouth, and he wanted to speak, but he suddenly felt dizzy in front of him.

Not good.

The man, who was about to fall into a coma, used his last strength to form a sword with one hand and stabbed him in the heart.

Fortunately, Ye Wuwu at this moment is just a spirit body, even if his chest is pierced, it will not hurt.

Pain comes from the mind.

Ye Wuwu forcibly gave himself a sword in his heart, obviously the pain was increasing, but there were two completely different pains, one was the body, and the other was the heart.

It's more like a pain than a stimulus.

There was a breath flowing from the mouth of his heart, it was the spirit body of the sword spirit, but Ye Wuwu's expression suddenly relaxed a lot, as if he had released a lot of pressure.

Xuanyuan was silent, he didn't need to ask anymore.

did not hesitate to harm his spirit, just to retain a trace of clarity, this is the reason why Ye Wuwu persevered.

It's a pity.

Xuanyuan's expression was silent, for him, everything was over, and after him was the sword master of this body.

At this time, Ye Wuwu, even if Xuanyuan didn't kill him, it wouldn't be a moment before he would die by himself.

Another light went out.

This time, a trace of pain was evident on Xuanyuan's face.

Let's get it all over now, he thought.

But just as he was about to make a move, he heard Ye Wuwu's somewhat chilling hoarse laughter at the moment.

"Xuanyuan, do you know which step is the most difficult in the process of forging a sword?"

Xuanyuan didn't know why, and he was faintly uneasy.

But I don't know if it was his own conceit, or the absolute confidence given to him by the strong sword intent, which made him choose to listen to Ye Wuwu's story.

Ye Wuwu smiled hideously.

"Just now, I have seen thousands of sword casting experiences, and among the sword casting, the most difficult thing is not the beginning, nor the construction during the period."

"It's the time when the final sword is made!"

What is the time of the sword?

This is the time!

Xuanyuan finally realized at this moment, a wisp of gloom appeared in his eyes, and he chose to make a move without hesitation.

The remaining four sword intents turned into sword rays in an instant, and they were unstoppable.

It was a powerful sword intent that Ye Wuwu had never seen before, and he couldn't understand why the other party had so much sword intent.

Unstoppable indeed.

If there's anything to stop it, it's unless the sky falls.

So, the sky really collapsed.

In Ye Wuwu's hideous smile, which had been distorted by pain, under Xuanyuan's look of disbelief.

This sea of knowledge began to collapse.

This heaven and earth collapsed and shattered in an instant, and the tremendous pressure that poured in from above the sea crushed those four sword intents in an instant.

Knowing the sea is where people's consciousness lies.

But I don't know if it was the overwhelming burden of countless sword and spirit battles, or Ye Wuwu's intention, or the vision of forging a sword with his body, in short, at this moment, the sea of consciousness that symbolizes human consciousness has disappeared.

The two figures seemed to be weightless, falling straight down, and they didn't know where.

But the close connection with the body has not been severed.

The pain is still there, and it's starting to change.

The sword is going to be done.

Click, click.

In the place where Ye Wuwu couldn't see, the body lying quietly on the ground was glowing with a faint silver glow at this moment, and a bright brilliance bloomed on itself.

Everything, it seems, is beautiful.

But then, a shocking scene happened.

The silver-white arm suddenly shattered from the shoulder and neck in an instant, and the blood flowed straight out, but it gave birth to pieces of scale-like objects.

From the flesh and blood of the arm, a sword blade grew, densely packed, but it was a sword scale.

Immediately afterwards, at the legs, the tendons, bones, and wounds that had already healed were all cracked and shattered at this moment.

Terrifying scales grew out of the flesh, twisting outward, stained with countless amounts of crimson blood.

Immediately after that, there is the torso.

The most terrifying thing is that the sword scales that have grown are dense, but each seems to have its own consciousness, and they all move in different directions.

Airplanes......

The sound of the sword sounded, but it was the body that was already full of sword scales.

The chirping is chaotic and inconsistent, and ordinary people are here, and they will collapse when they hear it.

Because it's too messy, it's too messy.

This is not the sword sound of a sword at all, this is the chaotic sword sound of thousands, or even tens of thousands!

The Taibai Sword Spirit Ancestor, who was guarding far away, was a little frightened at the moment, and even more inexplicably desperate.

"It's over, it's over, there are too many sword intent and sword spirits, that kid can't bear it, and his body is about to collapse......"

The Sword Spirit Ancestor was a little stunned, and after a while, he sighed slightly, his tone full of loneliness.

"Failed ......"

……

"Ah......h

A bitter and painful wail came from afar, and the sound was somewhat familiar, which made Ye Wuwu, who had fallen into a deep sleep, wake up again.

But as soon as he woke up, he wanted to fall asleep immediately.

If Ye Wuwu could see his appearance now, he would definitely ask if this was himself or not.

It was obviously a spirit body, but the whole face was full of devastation, and the facial features were distorted, and they were still convulsing.

Because of the painful convulsions.

His body was out of his control, and he couldn't even move a finger.

He was now in the dark, descending sharply, and he didn't know where he was going.

Fang Cai's words, the sea of knowledge collapsed.

That terrible wail, is it Xuanyuan's?

Ye Wuwu did not let out a wail, nor did he let out any cries of pain.

It's not because he can withstand the pain.

It's because he can't even speak.

In this way, it seems that in the end, it is a sword spirit called Xuanyuan, and under this kind of painful pressure, he can still shout.

But even so, at this moment, the other party is with him, and the spirit body has dissipated.

Ye Wuwu couldn't see it, but he knew that his poor spirit body had only a little bit left.

He closed his eyes and exhaled with the last of his strength, like an old man about to fall into a stupor.

People sleep like a small death, and if they don't wake up, they will die a big death.

This gamble of forging a sword with one's body came to the end, but there was no winner.

Thousands of Heavenly Sword Immortal Swords also disappeared, leaving only the remnants of the ownerless sword scales.

It is said that before a person dies, there will be a marquee.

But Ye Wuwu felt that his life was too short, he was only in his twenties in this life, and he spent most of his time with the sword.

But at this moment, I can't even think of anything related to the sword.

In my mind, only that beautiful figure is so bright.

The woman's figure turned her head, far away, towards him, smiling.

Ye Wuwu smiled.

Everything seems to be as it was at the beginning, he is in the courtyard on Xiaoyan Mountain, looking at the beautiful girl who is usually very well-behaved, but from time to time there are some bad eyes.

"Afterlife."

Ye Wuwu silently recited these two words in his mind, and seemed to be relieved.

But then, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, there was a thunderclap in his mind.

"Come on your mother!"

(End of chapter)