The prince of the east may not know what assistance means, and he doesn't know what games are, but he at least knows a little.

I can't beat him myself!

And it's the crushing kind.

Although his strength is not good, at least he is also a person who has seen the world, and although he can beat himself violently, he is not so relaxed.

In other words, the person in front of him is at least Da Luo's sevenfold start!

Thinking of this, the prince of the east turned around and ran, without dragging his feet.

"People can go, things can stay!"

Liu Wushu opened his mouth lightly, stepped out, and was already stopped in front of the Eastern Prince.

The prince of the east had a gloomy face: "The thing was left by Haotian and entrusted to me to take care of it, don't you still dare to fight Haotian's idea?" ”

"Haotian..."

"I really can't mess with it."

"But you don't know who I am and what my name is, can Haotian still find me?"

Liu Wushu smiled and raised the umbrella in his hand again: "Leave things behind, or die." ”

"What's the difference between giving things to you and dying!"

"Don't push me!"

The prince of the east clenched his teeth, his expression grim.

Liu Wushu smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Liu Wushu didn't plan to let go of himself at all today, the expression of the prince of the east sank, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his arms, and the sea below was turbulent.

Soon, a huge vortex formed on the surface of the sea, and sharp breaths filled the air.

The air tore apart, revealing a spatial rift.

The prince of the east stared at Liu Wu's invincible eyes and roared.

A pale blue long sword slowly emerged from the vortex.

The shape of this sword is simple, giving people a sense of desolation, and it is engraved with Taoist lines, just at a glance, I can't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Especially the aura emanating from this sword seems to have a faint suppression of the power of the immortals.

The prince of the east looked solemn, clutched the sword in his hand, and looked at Liu Wuving: "Now retreat, the deity can act as if nothing happened." ”

"Oh."

"With your strength, how much power can you urge this sword to be?"

"If it's more than 30%, I'll turn around and leave."

Liu Wuving's expression was still flat, and he said slowly.

Hearing Liu Wuving's words, the expression of the prince of the east became even more ugly: "Then try it!" ”

As he spoke, the prince of the east clenched his hands on the hilt of the sword, and his own immortal power continued to pour into the sword.

The originally dim lines of the sword body slowly lit up at this moment, making a lazy sword sound.

Immediately afterwards, phantoms appeared behind the sword.

Even if it's just an ethereal shadow, you can see how terrifying the strength of these people is before death, just a phantom after death, can exude terrifying coercion.

And people of this strength have died under the sword one after another.

The face of the prince of the east turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had been drained of the essence yuan, his breathing became even heavier, his blood-red eyes looked at Liu Wuving, he raised his sword hard, and shouted with a roar: "To the deity... Die! ”

The sword fell from mid-air.

The sea under his feet seemed to be cut off by a sword at this moment!

A huge ravine is exposed in the middle!

The sword murmured, like the whisper of a god.

The surrounding void continued to collapse and shatter, and a terrifying sword aura attacked Liu Invincible.

Looking at the sword qi in front of him, Liu Wushu couldn't help but sigh, a look of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "A good sword, but you can't use it." ”

"It's... The pearl is covered with dust..."

As he spoke, Liu Wushu grabbed his hand on the handle of the umbrella and forcefully pulled out an iron sword full of rust.

The rusty sword, which looked unremarkable, seemed to have sensed something, and trembled with excitement, constantly urging Liu Wuving.

"You're in a hurry..."

Liu Wushu smiled, just raised the rusty sword in his hand, and slashed out unremarkably, far less than the Eastern Prince's trouble.

But such a bland sword easily tore apart the sword qi in front of him.

"This..."

"It can't be!"

"It's..."

The prince of the east looked at the scene in front of him incredulously, looking dejected, looking at the sword in his hand, and muttering to himself.

The pale blue sword trembled slightly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction and disgust.

And Liu Wushu took a step forward and stood in front of the Eastern Princes again.

"This sword..."

"That's not how it works."

"What I didn't expect was that you didn't even play one percent of it."

"The little white face in the realm of medicine piles... But that's it..."

With a sigh, Liu Wushu gently slapped his palm on the chest of the Eastern Prince.

The prince of the east flew upside down.

Liu Wushu took advantage of the moment when he flew upside down, snatched the sword and held it in his hand.

"Mess with my brother, my brother will fly you."

He lowered his head, looked at the pale blue sword, and chuckled.

The long sword no longer has the laziness and disgust it had before, but it trembled excitedly, revealing a lust thirsty for blood!

On the contrary, it was the rusty sword, which made a burst of sword sounds dissatisfied, and seemed to be a little jealous.

"If you go out of the mountain today, I will use this big Luo five-fold guy to open the front for you."

"It's not an insult to your name."

Liu Wushu chuckled and spoke, reinserted the rusty sword into the umbrella, held the blue sword, looked at the prince of the east who had just paused, and said lightly: "I'll teach you how to use this sword." ”

"The name of the sword kills the immortals, and the sword kills the immortals. When the sword comes out, it will drink blood. ”

"There is no indomitable momentum in my heart..."

"How can it be connected to a sword?"

Accompanied by Liu Invincible's voice, the blue sword let out a burst of sword roars.

One after another, the souls that died under his sword projected out, surrounding Liu Invincible, exuding a terrifying aura.

But even if they were dead, they didn't dare to look at the sword even once.

"Dusty for thousands of years, kill immortals today!"

Liu Wushu waved his hand lightly, and a large amount of immortal power poured into the sword.

The original light blue long sword seemed to feel the killing intent in Liu Wushu's body, and the color of the sword body slowly changed, and finally became crimson, exuding the smell of blood.

In particular, the invincibility is a perfect fit for it.

The moment the sword fell, the sword seemed to roar excitedly, venting the loneliness of the past thousand years.

The sea beneath his feet was reflected in the blood red at this moment.

There is no sword energy.

But the space around the body of the Eastern Maharaja suddenly cut off.

A blood-red light flashed away.

It looks far less majestic than the majestic scene when the Eastern Maharaja operated.

But in the next second...

The body of the Eastern Prince's body stiffened in mid-air, snorted, and slowly lowered his head with an incredible look.

And his body was quietly showing blood marks.

Ultimately...

Blood sprayed down the trail, staining it blood-red.

Even the soul thoughts had no chance to escape from the body, and they were directly crushed into the sea of consciousness.

This is the Immortal Sword.

The sword is dead.

The body of the Eastern Maharaja fell straight into the sea, and disappeared under the rolling waves.