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Lu Xueqi, who was watching the battle next to her, was dazzled and couldn't help but tremble, and even the palm of her hand holding the Tianya Sword began to overflow with cold sweat slightly-she empathized, whether it was the pure flame of the candle dragon or the sword realm of Long Xuan, she didn't have the slightest confidence to dodge and resist, so she could only wait to be killed.

The strength of the candle dragon is based on its ancient lineage and the long years of its existence; But what about Long Xuan, at the age of the weak crown, he has such an incredible terrifying strength that can compete head-on with the wild beasts, and the subtle sword artistic conception and exquisite control power that faintly emanates between raising his hand and swinging the sword make Lu Xueqi, who is a peer, stunned and unbelievable!

"Roar!" A terrible and angry shout came from the sky, and she couldn't help but attract her mind back, but it was Long Xuan's sword realm that had already collided head-on with the pure pillar of fire that covered the blue darkness!

The supreme sword intent was mixed with dazzling sword light, like the sun hanging high in the sky, wantonly blooming its fierceness and enthusiasm, and it actually pushed back this pillar of fire that destroyed the world!

The surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, the heat wave roars, it sounds like a rushing and roaring magma, in the turbulent ups and downs, the ice around the blue water and cold pool is all melting and cracking, and the broken ice slag floats silently, flashing with a beautiful blue light in the air, presenting a rare wonder in the world.

Lu Xueqi was a sword light, like a thunderbolt lightning, cutting through the void, dodging the bombardment of a ** ice slag, a trace of worry rose on her beautiful face, and a pair of water-cutting autumn pupils were just staring at Long Xuan, who was fighting with the candle dragon.

"Broken!" With a clear shout, two sword lights, one black and one white, suddenly rushed out from the pillar of heavenly fire, lingering like a resentful couple of three lives, fusing into a floating sword rainbow in the air, following the mysterious and unparalleled trajectory, slashing straight at the head of the candle dragon.

The steel-like scales cracked one after another, and among the heart-palpitating cross sword marks, the scorching blood soared wildly, steaming in mid-air, turning into a blood-red mist, swirling around the candle dragon, extremely tragic! The candle dragon spasmed and trembled, raised its dragon head and roared, full of unwillingness and resentment, the dragon's mouth opened again, and the fiery fire that destroyed the world rose in its mouth, and suddenly erupted, turning into a crazy torrent of magma, rushing out in front of it.

"Sword Domain, break it for me!" In the center of the pillar of fire, Long Xuan's heart was cold, he shouted violently, his whole body exuded a cold sword intent, the dragon sword slashed through the air with strange traces, and the invincible sword qi turned into a majestic whirlpool of dark blue, like a purgatory Styx, mighty, penetrating the heavens and the earth, like the scythe of death, the gods decreed, and sucked the fire of the fallen world into it!

——This sword leads to the underworld, the six realms come out, the heaven and the earth are extinguished, and the reincarnation is reincarnated!

The power of this sword did not disappoint Long Xuan after all, of course, his current state was not good, the pure fire was too pure and hot, even if he could distort part of the temperature with the power of the nascent law of the sword realm, the residual temperature still caused a great burden on his internal organs.

Moreover, when he urged the reincarnation vortex this time, he didn't dare to use the silent Shura Death Qi, but directly used the sword element of the Nine Heavens Xuanjing to urge it, and the power of the repulsion and absorption at that moment completely acted on its Heart Sword Dao base. The 480 million pores of the whole body trembled in the face of the inhuman pain, and the crimson blood grooves on the surface of the body crisscrossed the white clothes, and a little bit of Yin Hong penetrated the white clothes, flowing down the hem of the clothes bit by bit, and spilling on the sea of hot magma flowing below him.

Just when Long Xuan subconsciously wanted to urge the True Yuan to suppress the injury, the Savage Candle Dragon had already recovered from its previous injury, it roared angrily, the dragon scales all over its body were interlocked, flowing with a scorching red halo, and the dust in the air was ignited by the incredible extreme high temperature, like a red golden fire rain, falling from the sky.

It was no longer satisfied with the attack of the flame pillar, and the bloody dragon body slammed directly head-on, and the wind and thunder flew sand and rocks everywhere it passed, pushing Long Xuan and the immortal sword realm all the way to the rock wall next to the blue water cold pool, and in the thunderous sonic boom, its tail feather spurs, which were also burning with raging flames, swept abruptly, like a giant hammer, and smashed heavily into his chest.

A moment later, his body flew upside down, like a dead leaf swept into the tide, splashing blood in the air!

- It's blue, deep blood!

It's a pity that no one noticed this scene, Long Xuan didn't care about it because of extreme pain, the realm of the sword does claim to be able to distort the laws of heaven and earth, but this realm is just nascent, it can resist pure attribute energy, but it has no effect on the incomparably arrogant and incomparably direct sweep of the candle dragon; Lu Xueqi had no time to pay attention because of extreme anxiety, her white figure flew up quickly, turning into a clear sword rainbow, which arrived when Long Xuan was about to land, and her whole body pounced, and she resisted the powerful impact to save him; The candle dragon disdained to pay attention because of extreme conceit, and in mid-air, its ancient and solemn body was surrounded by rolling flames, reflecting its hideous and bloodthirsty face, adding a bit of fierceness and cruelty, as if there were endless blood corpses attacking like nightmares, winding towards the pair of young men and girls who supported each other, with a rich shadow of death!

Lu Xueqi's face showed a trace of abnormal flushing, her white hands trembled slightly, but she still firmly held the hilt of Tianya's sword, her eyes were resolute and soft, and her eyes were as bright as a bright demon fire, burning!

The wind and fire are howling, desolate and slaughtering, this seems to be the moment of life and death, the eternal moment!

Her hair fluttered in the boiling heat, and a few familiar faint fragrances ran down his nose and into his heart. Although there is a terror that penetrates deep into the soul bone marrow on the peerless face of Allure, she still refuses to retreat a little, Tianya's sword light is like frost and snow, like mountains and seas, bright as autumn water, and bright and blooming. The wounded and dying young man behind him was still unconscious, and the blood flowing under his body merged into a lake of blood, which was extremely tragic, as if it had suddenly turned into an abyss, so that she couldn't retreat half a minute!

She turned her head slightly, looked at Long Xuan with reddened eyes, a trace of love and tenderness flashed away, and her face returned to no joy or sorrow, only in her bright eyes, there was always a cold moon-like light flickering in the light and flicker, as if the mountains were stacked, and thousands of thoughts were also surging into her heart at this moment-

She silently smiled bitterly in her heart, Huo Ran raised her sword to the sky, and stabbed it quietly, the sword light was as pale as snow, but with a trace of sadness and affection, the fierce wind blew her Shengxue white clothes, hunting and dancing, like the most poignant scenery in the red world!

Her gaze touched the candle dragon hanging in the sky at this moment!

Like a raging wind and waves, the killing machine cut against the wind boiled in those cold dragon eyes, as if there was an unfinished meaning, but finally turned silent. The scorching and unquenchable flame blooms wantonly in it, I don't know what to celebrate, what to mourn?

At this moment, its terrifying dragon power was no longer the slightest obstacle, and it was all transmitted to the depths of Lu Xueqi's soul!

Long Xuan is in a very mysterious and strange state at the moment, he can sense everything outside, he can feel his own blood gushing out, life passing, but he can't control his body, even if he bends a finger, as if the bone cells in his body are sleeping.

He lay there quietly, his mind tumbling over and over, and the mighty thoughts were galloping across like a spiritual storm, but the pages of the "Taixuan Sword Sutra" that had saved his life several times were still silent, ignoring him at all!

It wasn't until he "saw" Lu Xueqi standing in front of her and swung the first sword at the candle dragon, and then was quickly suppressed back by a burning city flame, and then she stood up again despite her injuries, and then was repulsed again...... The Savage Candle Dragon seemed to enjoy the fun of playing with cats and mice so much that it ignored Long Xuan, whose life and death were unknown, and playfully coped with Lu Xueqi's attack!

The heart-wrenching sadness and despair were engraved in the depths of Long Xuan's soul, devouring it fiercely!

"Ahh He let out a silent cry, fury and bitterness burning like magma, burning in his chest, and he mustered all his strength, slamming into the invisible cage that imprisoned his soul again and again, once, twice, countless times...... He had long since become numb, and all he knew was that he was mechanically ramming into the mysterious barrier.

His head suddenly ached violently, as if an ancient power that had been suppressed was reviving, and the great divine power that was as thick as a mountain and as majestic as the sky erupted from the deepest part of his veins—

The boiling energy turned into twisted lines and runes, and finally converged into a looming, mysterious pattern, between the ice and snow and the flames, the deep darkness and the clear light, was a majestic and magnificent throne of white bones, on which sat a huge shadow, the dark golden armor glowed with a faint glow, with a hideous iron mask, holding a golden roulette wheel in his hand, and the huge coercion of the god of death scattered out with this figure as the center, sweeping the heavens and the earth!

"Who are you?" For some reason, in the face of this person, Long Xuan's heart could not rise the slightest fear, but was filled with a kind of admiration and kindness from the blood and soul. His soul trembled slightly, and he looked directly at the mysterious man's black and white eyes, as if they could freeze time and space, and said respectfully.

"Faith is immortal, and the soul of the clan is immortal!" There was also excitement in the eyes of the mysterious being, and he slowly stood up, smiling, and the old voice was full of rebelliousness and fierceness.

He stepped out in one step, and the endless space seemed to shrink and twist under his feet, and in one step, there were thousands of mountains and rivers! He stood in front of Long Xuan, and the huge power of the sea tide made him tremble, surrender, and difficult to resist. In terms of momentum alone, this person has far surpassed Tsing Yi and Ziyi, and has chased the phantom of the sword phoenix that was glimpsed at that time!

In Long Xuan's horrified eyes, the mysterious existence stretched out his right hand, which was as crystal as jade, as if flowing with a magical version of luster, and quietly pressed on Long Xuan's forehead: "My clan does not believe in gods and tramples on fate!" May you return to the day of the desolate land, and wash away the shame of our generation with the blood of all races! His voice became more and more poignant, as if on the desolate battle armor eroded by endless wind and frost, a battle intent that made the stars and the moon lose their color suddenly erupted, condensed into substance, and turned into a black and white shocking dragon, clinging to the old man, roaring the world!

"What do you mean?" Long Xuan couldn't help but feel an unspeakable pain in his heart, and he asked urgently.

"You'll understand, my child!" The deep voice became kind and kind, quietly lowered and finally disappeared, and the old man's figure instantly distorted, turning into countless sea-blue runes that completely merged into Long Xuan's bloodline!

"Whoa!" The ancient blood, roaring out of the heart, with endless joy and unstoppable momentum, rushed wildly along the veins, more and more violent, more and more rebellious, like a imprisoned soul condensed thousands of years of resentment, looking up to the sky and howling, every drop of new blue blood, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable noble majesty!