?“ Break! "With a clear drink, the blood-colored giant cocoon was actually cut in two by a sword that crossed the void, turning into a stream of red air, like a writhing spirit snake, and dispersed towards the surrounding heaven and earth. In the dust, Long Xuan's body turned into sword light, fell from the sky, and landed on the wild desert, but his body was weak at the standing, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

His face was extremely pale, and the people around him could faintly hear his heavy gasps, with his Taoism at this time, he was actually 'forced' to such a situation by this Shura incarnation in this moment!

Long Xuan raised his head slightly, his face showed a dignified 'color', the sword on the dragon slashing sword was full of light and sheng, and every incarnation had such combat power, if the deity of the Shura Demon Lord crossed the border, could anyone really stop it?

"Do you dare to challenge the majesty of this seat?" The blood giant stared at Long Xuan condescendingly, his eyes were shining with blood, he looked at the brilliant dragon slaying in his hand, the corners of his mouth seemed to be a little mocking, and he said coldly in his unique hoarse and sharp voice.

Long Xuan snorted lightly, his face was expressionless, his right hand trembled slightly, and the blade of the dragon-slaying sword like a flood of autumn water was mixed with a bit of terrible blood, and a little bit of red blood droplets were slowly flowing down from the blade, seeping into the eternal wilderness!

- I don't know, is this blood the blood 'colored' tentacles, or his?

"Yes!" He replied coldly, his eyes opening and closing, as if an endless thundercloud storm was brewing. He raised the dragon slaying sword with both hands, and the fiery thunder and lightning of the sword body wrapped his body in it like a burning snake. The body and the sword merged, the sword aura rushed into the sky, the thunder purple light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and the suffocating and powerful sword momentum seemed to tear the sky.

At this moment, he seemed to have incarnated into the savage thunder dragon of the primeval mythology - sweeping across the wilderness and looking at the world!

"Tsk!" The blood giant let out a series of hoarse and strange laughs, but did not fight back, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder and colder. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, and pointed it like a sword, and with a stroke, a gray air flow formed on one of his fingers like a whirlpool, rising and falling, and then slowly dissipated!

On the other hand, Long Xuan's body was stunned, the thunder sword qi on his body was dissipated, and the whole person was like an electric shock. "Boom!" The dragon-like lightning pierced the sky, the thunder became louder and louder, as if someone was crying in the dark, the poignant and fierce, ignoring the distance of time and space, rose to the sky, the 'yin' qi was flourishing, and the blood clouds were rolling.

"You-" Long Xuan raised his head, the expression on his face froze, and there seemed to be an unbelievable 'color' in his eyes, and he stretched out a finger with difficulty, pointing at the blood giant who was laughing wildly in mid-air: "What did you do to me?" ”

"Hahahaha!" The terrible laughter came down from the sky, the blood giant was in the clouds, surrounded by blood, and looked at Long Xuan with a cold sword-like gaze, and laughed arrogantly: "Boy, how is it?" Aren't you going to kill me, the taste of Shura's death is not pleasant, look at you who have achieved a half-human, half-demon Shura body, can you still gain a foothold in Shenzhou? ”

Lightning and thunder roared, and the wind howled. In the sky and the world, the blood rain drifted away, slowly falling from the sky, as if mocking this miserable world!

Long Xuan closed his eyes slightly, half-knelt on the ground, and let the blood rain wet his clothes, and the white clothes were 'covered' with dust, adding a bit of desolation. His body trembled, as if it were about to burn, and his bones trembled and made a crisp sound, like the desperate wails of the evil spirits of hell!

Shura is born, and the sea of blood is in the dark!

The blood on his face faded, and even his lips became pale and transparent, like a dried corpse that had been dead for thousands of years. The surrounding temperature suddenly 'yin' cooled, cold into the bone marrow, even the blood of the people watching the battle seemed to be frozen, and a gray-white 'colored' air flow poured into his heavenly spirit cover, surging like a huge 'wave', his eyes opened, the empty 'hole' and 'confused', but it was cold and dead!

"Wake up, my future Demon Lord of Silence, let the heavens tremble under your sword!" The blood giant raised his hand high, his face 'revealed' his pious 'color', his mouth 'groaned' an ancient and obscure incantation, and the violent sound of the wind, mixed with his 'gloomy' sneer, gently reverberated between heaven and earth.

"Ahh As if sensing this inexplicable call, Long Xuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly shook his body, and the voice squeezed out of his throat was hoarse and dazed, as if he had woken up from a big dream, as if he had thought of something, and seemed to have forgotten something!

Immediately, he raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up with the dragon slaying sword, and a depressingly suppressed smell of blood was like a huge wave of wild 'tide', like a tiger out of the box, and instantly diffused out. He was bathed in the bloody wind, blinking a pair of red eyes, like a mythical bloodthirsty, murderous, violent and crazy god and demon!

The gray-white 'colored' Shura death qi was still boiling, like the water of the Yellow Spring, like the waves of the River Styx, and the blue light on the Dragon Slaying Sword gradually dimmed, as if the sword spirit also died at this moment. Instantly, a gray-white sword light full of death intent and incomparably desolate bloomed from the sword's body—what it projected was no longer Haoran's pure sword qi, but the breath of the Netherworld Yellow Spring, and under the tip of the sword, a layer of gray mist quickly condensed!

Long Xuan's right hand holding the sword also slowly turned gray and white, like a dead corpse, and there was no longer any life. The three thousand green silks on the head are also in this momentary scene, all pale, breaking the shackles of the red rope, flying wantonly in the storm, crazy and evil!

All this happened very quickly, since Long Xuan and the blood giant 'fought', but so many things have happened in a moment, not to mention that the several sect masters of the Demon Sect did not react, and even the three of Pu Zhi, Kong Ru and Lu Xueqi, who were not far away for Long Xuan's sweeping array, also had a dizzying feeling.

"No!" Lu Xueqi's unparalleled face suddenly 'colored' changed, filling the heart with poignancy and bitterness, like a raging flame, burning wildly, "Bang Chang-" A sharp sound, Tianya's sword Huo Ran out of the sheath, with a touch of 'mystery' and 'blind' blue light, she moved with the sword, rose in the wind, her hair fluttered, like a fairy in the nine heavens of the mortal world, bleak and beautiful!

"Master Lu, don't!" Pu Zhi exclaimed, but did not stop her, gritted his teeth, his face 'revealed' the 'color' of solemnity and compassion, and the empty Zen master beside him turned into two golden rays of light and chased after her.

At this moment, the blood giant had already landed from the top of the 'gate' of the Shura Realm, his face was solemn, and he slowly stretched out a finger and pressed it on the center of Long Xuan's eyebrows: "Today, in the name of the Demon Lord, I will pardon you for the position of the Demon Lord of the Six Realms, and the title will be 'Silence'!" He paused, looked at the three rays of light that were approaching in the dark, and the corners of his mouth 'revealed' a trace of mockery: "Mole ants, I don't know how thick the sky is, so you can get rid of them for this seat!" ”

"Ordered!" The blood light in Long Xuan's eyes suddenly flourished, and the coercion like a god of death poured out of his emaciated body, holding the hilt of the dragon slashing sword with both hands, and slashing horizontally in the air, an infinitely stretched gray and white sword light galloped through the heavens and the earth, and several Demon Sect disciples who thought that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it and wanted to come up and sneak attack were cut in two by him with one sword, but there was no blood gushing out of the fracture, but their corpses were aging and withering at an alarming rate, turning into empty 'hole' skeletons, and finally shattered into dust!

The poison god gasped, only to feel trembling all over, full of despair, what kind of sword is this, it is so terrifying, as if it has cut off not human life, but human vitality, weird and domineering!

Long Xuan's face was expressionless, as if his heart was also dead, and he no longer had the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the living, dragging the dragon slaying sword in his right hand, step by step, the blood light around his body was like boiling water, and countless poignant blood 'flowers' bloomed in the night sky, making strange sounds, like a cruel laugh from the Netherworld Purgatory.

The common people are like chess pieces, and the floating world is black and white! There is no one in the world who cannot be killed, kill them all, and preach the word!

He stood there, only to feel that there was darkness in his mind, countless distorted lights and shadows, and lines were constantly falling apart, as if he was performing a peerless swordsmanship, a vicissitudes of vicissitudes and fierce aura, like runes engraved on ancient monuments, gradually rising from his heart.

Long Xuan smiled coldly, the dragon slaying sword in his hand was slightly raised, the gray and white 'colored' sword light shone on his face, and there were still blood droplets slowly falling from the tip of the sword, and the seriously injured 'female' disciple of the Hehuan Sect in front of him trembled but couldn't move, watching the lifeless sword curtain covering the sky and the sun!

"Senior brother!" Lu Xueqi held Tianya's hand trembling slightly, standing not far away and staring at him, with a trace of sadness on his face, and said softly: "Senior brother, you, come back......"

The six words, as if crossing the bleak and cold wind and rain, through the endless and long years, lingered in Long Xuan's ears, and echoed in his heart.

Go back, how to go back? Where to go back? Who are you? Who am I?

At this moment, the Shura death qi shrouded Long Xuan's face seemed to have lost the support of some kind of power, and a trace of it faded, and a brief clarity appeared in his eyes, and the dragon slaying sword attack in his hand couldn't help but be stunned.

The face of the blood giant who was originally watching the play in mid-air changed greatly, and at that moment just now, the soul in the sea of dragon Xuan Zhi that was suppressed by him with the "Shura Imperial God Curse" actually began to struggle violently, almost breaking the shackles of the spell. With a stroke of his hand, he formed a strange seal knot, emitting a strange brilliance, and Long Xuan's eyes were once again covered by the surging dead air.

The blood giant finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lu Xueqi with a cold gaze, and said coldly: "Kill her!" Long Xuan bowed slightly, his face was expressionless, dragging the dragon slashing sword forward step by step, the boundless killing machine was like cutting against the wind!

Lu Xueqi didn't take even half a step back, she still looked at him quietly, the hardship and misery in her words were even worse, and she said softly: "Senior brother, wake up quickly, stop being obsessed!" Long Xuan's body shook violently, and his heart was stunned, as if something very important to him was far away, an inexplicable depression, lingering. The soul that had already sunk was desperately struggling, and the book of "Taixuan Sword Sutra" was magnificent, and the pages turned over, revealing a peerless beauty dressed in purple, enchanting and charming, and her appearance and dress were seven or eight points similar to the 'girl' in Tsing Yi who taught Long Xuan "Heavenly Sword Style"!

At the same time, a giant sword phantom that seemed to open the world suddenly appeared behind Long Xuan, thunder, sword qi rushed into the sky, and the gray and white death qi on his body was like a frightened bird, and the 'tide' receded like a water, and was absorbed by the "Taixuan Sword Sutra"!

In mid-air, the blood giant's face was pale, and he said angrily: "The little girl doesn't know whether to live or die, it's a big deal for me!" Between the words, more obscure incantations were chanted by him, and the power of divine thoughts gushed out wildly, wanting to increase the control of the "Shura Imperial Divine Mantra".

But, it's too late!

"Break it for me!" With a silent shout, the heart sword in Long Xuan's dantian suddenly rushed upward, breaking into the sea of knowledge, and with the suppression of the brilliant golden light of the "Taixuan Sword Sutra", the eight chains that were shining with blood and binding Long Xuan's soul were all severed!

The next moment, his eyes suddenly showed the 'color' of Qingming, and he looked at Lu Xueqi's surprised face calmly and calmly, and said softly: "Senior sister, thank you!" Lu Xueqi didn't answer, she took a deep breath, but the corners of her mouth 'revealed' a smile, who saw it, the corners of her eyes were faintly moist, and the beauty that shook her heart at that moment!

Long Xuan turned his head, the dragon slaying in his hand pointed at the 'gloomy' blood giant in the sky, gently stroked his palm, and said indifferently: "The Demon Lord has good means, Long Mou almost caught your way," he suddenly smiled coldly, the sharp light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the vast 'swinging' sword momentum in the world seemed to be like a 'tide' water, and quickly returned to his body: "Fight!" ”

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