Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword is finally out of the sword.

Unlike the previous sword qi shock, this sword looked extremely ordinary, and even seemed to be a little slow to come out of the sword.

But at the moment when this sword stabbed out, Song Xuan could clearly sense that the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to have undergone some changes.

The breath of the end came to the face, and the world seemed to become gloomy, and the world fell into emptiness and silence.

Song Xuan's eyes were full of illusions.

Mountains and rivers are broken, volcanoes erupt, living beings are extinct, and on the boundless desert, there are only countless white bones, and the forests are covered with fertile fields!

Within the entire hundred miles of Drum Mountain, everything was frozen at this moment.

The wind stopped, including Murong Fu, Jiu Mozhi and other grandmasters who were watching the battle, their eyes were filled with horror, and their consciousness was still there, but they sadly found that they could no longer control their bodies at this moment.

The aura of death and ominousness filled everyone's minds, just watching the battle from a distance, just a trace of contamination, but a trace of the feeling of falling into the realm of no return rose in the hearts of many people.

Song Xuan's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, he had never been so serious when he fought with the sweeping monk before.

Because Yan Shisan's figure disappeared, it seemed that even the human sword was completely integrated into death, and his divine sense could not capture the other party's figure.

Whew!

A little cold star appeared, and a splash of blood splashed on Song Xuan's chest, and in the blood light, Yan Shisan's figure appeared, and the life-killing sword had pierced into the flesh and blood of Song Xuan's chest, blocked by his bones.

But the next moment, Yan Shisan's arm shook, and the life-killing sword shattered like mud and sand, and fell downward.

Yan Shisan's indifferent face became extremely peaceful at this moment, and there was even a touch of arrogance between his eyebrows.

"Senior, this sword, I won!"

Song Xuan nodded, "Yes, you won!" ”

The corners of Yan Shisan's mouth rose slightly, and strange changes began to appear in his whole body.

It was visible to the naked eye that a light began to flicker on the other party's body, it was the light of death, the light of ominousness, and the aura of destruction spread from his body.

Then, Yan Shisan began to crumble like porcelain, clicking, like a dry old tree root, which was blown by the wind after completely losing its moisture, and turned into smoke and dust in the sky.

The sword just now exhausted all his essence and spirit, and he won the sword competition with Song Xuan, an immaculate grandmaster who was comparable to a great grandmaster!

He won!

But the price to win is, death!

But Yan Shisan didn't care, he was already a dying person, and he was able to completely sublimate the brilliance of the fifteenth sword before he died, and he no longer had any regrets about winning a move in the battle of the Great Grandmaster.

Song Xuan stood in place, the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, at this moment he didn't care about the injury on his body, but closed his eyes and immersed himself in the power of the last sword in his mind.

Yan Shisan took an extreme kendo road, and it was difficult to go far on this road, but I have to say that the explosive power was really outrageous.

He is an imperfect grandmaster, he has a martial arts primordial god, he cultivates a celestial-level martial arts, and his physical body is extremely strong, but even so, he was still injured under Yan Shisan's sword.

The injury was not serious, but it was enough to prove how terrifying the fifteenth sword was.

If Yan Thirteen is given a divine weapon, if Yan Thirteen's vitality life is ten times longer, that sword just now can even pose a mortal threat to the Great Grandmaster!

Song Xuan was feeling the fifteenth sword, Song Qian and Ying Yue appeared beside him, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after making sure that there was no problem.

"That sword, I actually felt the danger."

Song Qian's eyes seemed to be shining, "That sword, I'm afraid it's stronger than the attack power of the average great grandmaster, at least the sweeping monk's attack means are not as good as the fifteenth sword, counterattacking the great grandmaster with the realm of the grandmaster, this Yan Thirteen, is really a kendo genius!" ”

As she spoke, she grinned, "This sword is too handsome, it will be my Shura sword in the future!" ”

Ying Yue was a little surprised, "Do you understand his sword?" ”

"Aang!"

Song Qian was puzzled: "Is it difficult to understand?" Condense the monstrous killing machine, and use the killing machine to induce the power of death to descend and merge into a sword, the essence is not complicated, sister-in-law, you shouldn't have seen it, right? ”

Ying Yue pursed her lips and was silent, and shook her head after a while, "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet!" ”

Call!

At this time, Song Xuan opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, "The pride of Tianjiao in this world is really like a carp crossing the river, and it really can't be underestimated by the people of the world!" ”

This battle has benefited him a lot.

Just now, his Yuan Shen was deducing the fifteenth sword.

On the basis of this sword, he had already found the fifteenth sword that was most suitable for him to cast, and Song Xuan had some expectations in his heart.

He knew very well that this sword would be very strong after the Yuan Shen deduction was perfected!

Very strong!

Several people stood in the air and whispered to each other.

In the distance, many of the martial arts onlookers were paralyzed on the ground, their bodies were not injured, but their spirits were extremely exhausted.

In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, "Life is not happy, death is not painful, it is better to go west!" ”

When the words fell, a sword wiped his neck, and blood sprayed out, but the other party did not show any pain, but had a relieved smile on his face.

"Haha, Your Excellency said well, go together!"

Poof!

Someone wiped his neck again.

Like a plague, with the death of the first person, dozens of people committed suicide one after another, these people without exception looked weak and tired, but their eyes were extremely excited, and they had an inexplicable yearning and expectation for death.

"Childe, Brother Bao is on the road alone, we don't worry, let's go first, and then assist Childe to achieve great things in the next life!"

On the top of a mountain, Feng Bo Evil held the corpse of Bao Wei, raised his hand and slapped it on his forehead, and then his body was crooked and collapsed directly to the ground.

"Stop!"

Murong Fu has not recovered from the rest of his life after the catastrophe, at this moment, he had fled far away before Song Xuan and Yan Shisan fought, and when he was restless, he saw that his only three remaining generals were committing suicide one after another, and his mentality immediately collapsed.

He rushed over like crazy to stop a few people from committing suicide, but after all, he was still a step too late, and when he arrived, the bodies of the four loyal generals under his command were close together, and they were already lifeless.

"How so..... How so! ”

Murong Fu covered his head and couldn't accept this reality, obviously he came to Drum Mountain to try his luck and want to compete for opportunities, but why did it end like this?

He doesn't understand and can't understand!

He Murong Fu has never done anything hurtful in his life, why did all the unlucky things fall on him?