The sword light hung high above everyone like rain, and the dazzling brilliance reflected on the blades of countless swords.

Countless edges hung above everyone's heads, and even standing in the farthest distance, they could clearly feel a chill suddenly emerging from everyone's body.

Those long swords pointed at Feng Yuxiu from top to bottom, and the yellow light of the Stygian Bridge became more and more dim, and the shaking amplitude became smaller and smaller.

The wooden ship stopped on the sea, and countless criss-crossing traces of sword qi were strangely born on the hull, and many small holes were broken in the hull, as if it could be broken at any time.

Li Xiu stood in front of Feng Yuxiu, his posture was tall and lofty, and his dark eyes permeated outward with a chilling murderous intent.

Countless long swords hung in the air, making people feel chilled from the heart, and the blades glowed with cold light.

"You said I couldn't kill you, but now you still think so?"

A sword rose from under the sea, cut through the sea and floated at Li Xiu's side, and then was gently held in his hand.

That's his sword.

The two pairs of eyes were still staring at each other through a negligibly thin yellow light, but their expressions were no longer calm.

Li Xiu's eyes were fierce as they had never been, and Feng Yuxiu's eyes were filled with a little bit of disbelief and a deeply hidden fear, and all kinds of tastes were intertwined in his eyes, which was very complicated.

The yellow lantern of the Stygian Bridge is a kind of treasure in the Yin Cao, known as unbreakable under the wilderness, invincible under the wilderness.

It is an excellent defensive magic weapon, and in this sea of books that only monks of the three realms and below can enter, the yellow light of the Stygian Bridge means that you are invincible.

In addition, the strength of Feng Yuxiu and the three of them is extremely strong, so this action can almost be described as foolproof.

But it still failed, all because of the man in front of him.

What's even more incredible is that at this moment, the yellow light of the Stygian Bridge actually emitted a mournful sound, as if it had a premonition of ten thousand swords in the sky.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Feng Yuxiu's face was a little pale, and he asked a question that He Lin had asked before.

"This is the first time I've used it, and I don't have a name yet. ”

Li Xiu replied, and the long swords in the sky fell one after another, landing on the thin layer of dim light, and the light curtain began to fluctuate violently, three points stronger than before.

The first sword slammed into it, then shattered and fell into the water.

Immediately after the second, the third.

The yellow light of the bridge shook violently, and the light became fainter and fainter.

The old sheep raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, standing in front of Feng Yu Xiu, his huge body wrapped it in it, and a circular spirit array appeared under his feet, blooming with a faint light.

Debris was piled up under the ship, and countless people stood in the distance with pale faces.

The hanging sword in the sky is visible to the naked eye, and it is nearly a third less.

Cracks appeared on the light screen, one after another like spider webs.

"What do you think it should be called?"

Li Xiu asked.

The flickering lantern broke away from the wooden boat and fell into the sea, the dim light shattering completely, making a soft snap and then dissipating.

A flying sword passed through the air without stopping, and then stabbed into the body of the old sheep.

The white wool seemed to be scattered in all directions, and the light of the spirit array under his feet became more and more dazzling.

Feng Yuxiu smiled: "You want to use this sword to commemorate me?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and the fear hidden in his eyes gradually faded.

In the face of the last moment of death, everyone's heart may become calm.

The sword is like a streamer, and the sword qi is like a long dragon.

Li Xiu did not speak.

Feng Yuxiu was silent for a while, lowered his head and thought about it very seriously, and then saw the place where the yellow light of the original Stygian Bridge was hanging, and suddenly clapped his hands with some excitement, and said with bright eyes: "Bright Candle Tiannan, how is it?"

"It's not as good as it could be. ”

This was the last request before he died, but Li Xiu didn't have everything left to him.

Because the name is really not good, very reluctantly.

Very improvised.

"Do you need it?"

Feng Yuxiu's face turned cold and raised his eyebrows.

The huge body of the old sheep fell on the surface of the sea, the snow-white wool stained the seawater, and there was a huge hole in his body, which was pierced by the flying sword, and it was transparent from front to back.

He is very strong, and he can overpower Luo Fuyuan and Zhou Yuan and Miss Rui, the three holy ancestors, but in front of Li Xiu, he is as fragile as paper paste, which makes people feel incredible.

The sword of heaven was left with the last one.

Then he didn't pause at all, and stabbed in and out from behind without sluggishness.

Another bloody hole emerged.

"Yes. ”

Li Xiu was silent for a while, nodded and said.

Sealed in Xiu revealed one

Smile, the smile at this time naturally has nothing to do with emotions.

It's not about being happy or angry.

The circular spirit array under his feet bloomed with dazzling light, and the wooden boat shattered into powder.

Feng Yu Xiu's body fell, and then the light of the spirit array disappeared.

He disappeared with him.

The sea breeze blows on the surface of the sea, and a faint ripple of water spreads down the feet.

Everything around was calm again.

Countless swords from heaven fell into the sea, never to rise again.

"Did you win? He actually broke the yellow light of the bridge of the underworld. ”

Hua Yuyao's followers looked at this scene in disbelief, everyone in the world had heard of the defensive power of the Yellow Lantern of the Dark Bridge, and Li Xiu was able to break it and smash it with the cultivation of the upper three levels.

Such strength can no longer be described as terrifying.

"How did that sword do it? Even if Monk Yuye wants to do it to such an extent, I'm afraid it's as difficult as it is to reach the sky, right?"

Some people looked at the dense fragments of the long sword around Li Xiu's body in horror, that sword still seemed to remain in their minds indelible, the sword aura was like a dragon, and countless flying swords hung in the sky and fell like raindrops.

What kind of sword is that?

Zhou Yuan's face was pale, and the eyes that were full of hatred and viciousness that originally looked at Li Xiu began to change very obviously.

He had been an enemy of such a person before.

This man's strength is like the sea under his feet, and it seems that he will never reach the end, and when you think he has done everything he can, what happens next will often surprise you.

"Li Xiu!"

Luo Fuyuan stared at the figure with an indescribable complexity on his face.

College Li Xiu.

From today onwards, this name will probably be completely resounding between the wasteland and the demon clan.

The person who made the decision sat in the distance, and the hands holding the pen and paper were trembling with different amplitudes, which was a manifestation of extreme excitement.

He has also recorded all kinds of things in the Tang Kingdom for many years, but there has never been anything like today.

Li Xiu held the sword, and then looked up at the crowd in front of him.

Everywhere they looked, everyone's footsteps retreated, and no one dared to look at each other.

Hua Yuyao was still sitting on the boat, her injuries were very serious, almost to the point of dying before, but fortunately, she had taken the healing pill and now her injuries have basically stabilized her injuries.

Li Xiu's gaze swept over her without pausing for a moment.

Hua Yuyao's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth gradually rose for a long time, revealing a touch of self-mockery.

It turned out that the person in front of him had never put her in his eyes.

Lao Yang is dead, he is a demon clan, and he will maintain the form of a demon clan after death, and will not turn into a human body.

The academy disciples began to sort out the corpses of one academy disciple after another, and when they finished sorting out, they found that a total of twenty-four academy disciples had died in this battle.

Among them, there are seven Shangsanguan and seventeen Chengyi monks.

"A sword pierces the heart, even if it is teleported out of the sea of books and back to the underworld, Feng Yuxiu is dead. ”

Luo Fuyuan said.

No one dared to speak.

Li Xiu just stood there quietly, like the scenery at the top of the mountain, and the heavens and the earth were overshadowed.

That's the most dazzling existence.

No matter where it is.

No matter how many people there are around him.

"And then, what do you want to say?"

Li Xiu looked at him and asked.

His face was a little pale, and the arm hidden in his sleeve kept trembling, and that sword was difficult to do, many times more difficult than the sword that defeated Luo Yion before.

He couldn't stab the sword, but he did.

The aura in his body was almost dry, and the cracks in the meridians seemed to be about to break at any time, but fortunately, there was the power of immortal bones that kept repairing his body, so Li Xiu could still stand now, and even hold the sword.

Luo Fuyuan didn't speak, because a sharp edge suddenly appeared in front of him, sharply stabbing his skin, and there was a faint pain.

Li Xiu raised his sword.

Looking at the thousands of people in front of him, whether it was a wasteland or a demon clan.

"Carrying a sword, killing someone, now you can't beat it, and then stop fighting, you have to stop, how can there be such a simple thing in this world?"

His expression was focused, and he said very seriously.

Luo Fuyuan wanted to say that the matter had come to this, Qiao Shengyue had a master, and Feng Yuxiu was already dead.

Of course, everything will have to settle with it.

It's like reading Spring and Autumn, you only need to pick up two fingers, dip a dip in spittle, and you want to peel it off, turn the page, and stop.

But how to turn the page on things in the spring and autumn?

How to expose the dead Tang people in front of them?

The twenty-four white-clothed men behind him who will never open their eyes want to talk about peace?

"What are you going to do?"

Luo Fuyuan was silent for a while, and then asked.

Li Xiu lightly pulled a sword flower, he tilted his head sideways, and his incomparably black eyes shot out a cold cold.

"Everyone, all have to die!"

Sen Ran's voice blew from the sea and reached everyone's ears.

Countless people were stunned in place, shocked and speechless, looking at Li Xiu.

This sentence is very short, only six words.

Maybe it's not a sentence at all.

But the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"Isn't Your Highness's words a little too domineering?"

Luo Fuyuan's eyes also became cold, and he would choose to back down in the face of Li Xiu, but giving in did not mean that he would be killed.

"That sword is an impossible sword, you used it, how much strength do you have left now? Kill us, why do you want to?"

His voice was also cold, and the mountain soul appeared behind him, and the thick and solid aura rippled slightly above the sea.

Kill him, why?

This sentence is very familiar, because Feng Yuxiu also said the same thing not long ago.

But Feng Yuxiu died.

He's alive.

The three hundred academy senior brothers took a step forward in unison, but the swords in their hands had already fallen into the sea, but the academy disciples were academy disciples, and they would not flinch at all no matter when and where they were in any situation.

Mo Qinghuan leaned on the boat and fell asleep, and Yao Zhi was quietly by her side.

Chu Heng's injury was not light, but it was not serious either.

The most important thing is that he is a disciple of the Grass Sage.

Although his medical skills are far inferior to the flesh and bones of the living dead like his senior brother Chen Linci.

But simple treatment on your own is still fine.

The pitch-black violence penetrated outward from Li Xiu's pupils little by little, and the black qi all over his body spread out from his body and became more and more dense, gradually forming a black mist, enveloping his whole person.

A little scarlet appeared in the depths of those pitch-black eyes, and a blood-red look stained the eyes.

This scene is like a demon god who came out of hell, like a thousand-year-old demon seed who died fighting the sky that day.

Thousands of people in the wasteland only felt their eyelids jump, and a coldness rose from the soles of their feet and rushed straight to the top of their heads, and sweat spontaneously grew and flowed down their cheeks.

Even Miss Rui, who cultivated the Netherworld, was shocked.

Because Li Xiu in front of him has completely changed his appearance, if he was a humble gentleman in peacetime or in battle, then now he is like a shadow born from the underworld.

A demon who wields a mist and wants to shroud the world in darkness.

A ferocious aura rose into the sky, and many people felt their scalps tingle and their hairs stood on end just by looking at them from afar.

The black veins spread over his skin like rhizomes of flowers and plants.

The surrounding sea shot into the sky.

Chu Heng's complexion changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "The demon seed has not completely disappeared, the previous sword used up the spiritual energy in his body and injured the foundation, causing the remaining demonic qi to reappear and erode his sea of consciousness, if it continues, I am afraid that it will completely fall, even if it eats another medicine world, there is no way to wake it up." ”

He is the second disciple of the Grass Sage, and the credibility of saying this is not low.

Li Xiu's heart is the most tenacious, that is, the real demon seed can't completely restrain him, let alone the remaining demonic qi at the moment?

It can only be said that there was a gap in his mood because of something before.

Liang Xiaodao sighed, and his gaze swept over Mo Qinghuan's body.

I felt a little helpless.

He shook his head and walked over the turbulent sea water towards Li Xiu.

His black aura became more and more intense, and he gradually showed signs of falling into the devil.

Liang Xiaodao stood beside him.

Li Xiu turned his head and looked at each other with scarlet eyes.

He raised his sword.

Liang Xiaodao took his hand.

The sea breeze was blowing on the two of them.

took away the sea water that flew down in all directions, and took away the pitch-black mist on Li Xiu's body.

"Chen Zhimo should have prepared the hot pot. ”

Liang Xiaodao said with a smile.

The scarlet gradually faded, and the last trace of pitch black converged into his body, and Li Xiu's arm broke free from Liang Xiaodao's hand with a slight force.

"I'm guessing you still want to eat mildly spicy. ”

Liang Xiaodao shrugged his shoulders and said.

Li Xiu was silent for a long time, but the sea of books was still bright.

"I want a cup of tea. ”

"Tea?"

Liang Xiaodao was stunned for a moment and scratched his head: "What tea?"

Li Xiu's eyes changed slightly: "Longjing green tea." ”

A rainbow suddenly rose in the sky.

Then nine rays rose from the depths of the Dead Sea.