The young man raised his eyes, raised the sword in his right hand slightly, horizontally in front of him, and held it with his left hand.

"Can you do it, just give it a try!"

As he spoke, he made a direct move.

The two elders of the Kunwu Sword Sect looked at this sword momentum and narrowed their eyes slightly, this son has not yet grown up, if he grows up in the future, he may not be under the Yuheng Dao Venerable.

No wonder someone offered such conditions to make them do it.

By the time Sang Luo and Lu Changsheng arrived, outside the Six Dao Mountains, in the snow, the young man had already been bathed in blood and had fallen into the Shura Dao.

As soon as Lu Changsheng landed, he felt that his consciousness was in a trance.

He clasped Sang Luo's hand, looked into her eyes, and said seriously,

"My life is in your hands."

Sang Luo looked at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with the same serious face,

"Go with confidence."

Lu Changsheng lifted his sword and flew into the battlefield with a sad face, There was quite a wind and a cold water, and the strong man was gone and never returned

“.”

The blood-colored sunset sprinkled on the snow-capped mountains, in front of Qi Zelin, the young man holding the sword, has entered the Shura.

And Lu Changsheng also seemed to have lost his memory, turning into Yuze a thousand years ago, blocking the young man and the elders of the Kunwu Sect.

Outside the battlefield, the girl in purple stood in the snow, indifferently looking at the battlefield in front of her.

In the room, the young man stared at the illusion ball, and his five fingers tightly clasped the Nanmu table under his hand, why did she not move!

Sangluo, I don't believe you're indifferent to the lives of these two people!

Suddenly, Sang Luo moved.

The aura condensed in the girl's hand, flew forward, and slammed straight towards the Fengli Sword.

But at the moment when Feng Li's sword was about to pass through her body, the young man's sword edge was slightly off.

Sang Luo held the Fengli Sword God with his hand, the blade cut through the flesh and skin, and the blood flowed down the sword body and dipped into it.

The girl's body was lit with a hunting fire, and the fire under her eyes was also lit, and the corners of her purple skirt fluttered lightly in the wind, she closed her eyes and spoke softly,

"Fengli, wake up!."

Feng Li's sword body let out a buzz full of pathos, and in an instant, a memory appeared in Sang Luo's mind-

It was Liudao Mountain a thousand years ago, with heavy snowfall, and Su Changli was covered in blood and scars when he was a teenager.

After receiving dozens of moves from the two elders of the Kunwu Sword Sect, he had actually reached his limit.

But at this moment, Yu Ze joined the battlefield, stood in front of him and blocked the deadly sword for him, and died in front of him.

The young man in a hookah blue disciple uniform knelt down in front of Su Changli, his mouth full of blood.

He looked at him, and before he could even say half a sentence, he was completely out of breath.

"Ahh

Su Changli, who was a teenager, let out a long howl of pain, and his eyes were stained with scarlet.

He has since fallen into the path of assuras.

Tribulation clouds accumulated in the sky, and the sword dao genius with great luck fell into the demon path, and the heavenly dao was furious.

Feng Li's sword body also let out a mournful buzz, it is the sword of the supreme yang and purity, and it cannot allow evil demons to exist in the world, but its master has fallen into the devil's way.

It has the same heart and mind as its master, and naturally knows its master's sorrow, and is willing to defy the way of heaven and fight side by side with its master.

In front of Liudao Mountain, a fire phoenix soared into the sky, and Su Changli in his youth forcibly broke through to the Transformation God Realm.

Several Avatar Elders were shocked, but before they could react, the young man was red-eyed.

The elders of the Heavenly Suan Pavilion were the first to fall in a pool of blood, and their bodies were wiped out.

Immediately after that, there was the Great Elder of the Kunwu Sword Sect.

Such a killing, the sky thunders and nine rages.

Thunder fell one after another, and the boy shuttled through the sea of thunder, like Shura descending into the world.

In the last three swords, the foundation of the two elders of the Kunwu Sword Sect was completely destroyed, and the Dao Heart collapsed.

The fourth more ~

Good night

(End of chapter)