The short sword was crystal clear and full of light, and it didn't look like a sword that could kill people, but more like a small ornament.

Because it was so short, the hilt of the sword was half a foot, and the body of the sword was only two feet.

Not suitable for fighting people, let alone fighting to the death.

Wu Lao Er looked at the short sword in Tang Qing's hand, and didn't understand why he still had the leisure to carry the sword out at this time.

Could it be that he knew that he couldn't resist the sword intent of the ruthless fairy, so he was ready to kill himself in advance?

He sneered behind the tree, waiting for the abominable strange boy to die in the dark forest.

But soon, Wu Laoer's sneer disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

A deeper horror instantly welled up in my heart.

Because in the darkness, another sword intent suddenly arose.

This sword intent was not outside the forest, it only appeared here, and it was filling the air of the gravel path at this time.

After feeling it carefully, Wu Lao Er knew that the sword intent came from Tang Qing's right hand.

His right hand held only the dagger.

Although the short sword was short, when Tang Qing held it in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him, the short sword could no longer be measured by a ruler.

The sword intent came slowly, slowly went straight away, and ascended to the sky from between the trees.

A glance is boundless, but I don't know its breadth.

Even if you gaze and perceive with your divine sense, you can't find the whereabouts and end of that sword intent.

I only know that it came out of the dagger and went to the edge of the sky.

In the middle, it crossed the extreme height of this world, and poured into the wind and ink above the top of the Jiangshan Society.

Compared to this sword intent, the sword of the ruthless fairy was just a joke.

Even if her last sword was at the peak of the Four Realms, she had almost come out with all her strength, bringing with her all the swordsmanship experience she had felt over the years, as well as her own pride and attitude.

Just ask for a one-hit kill.

But in front of that terrifying sword intent that was enough to penetrate this world, it was still not enough to see after all.

Tang Qing held the sword in his right hand, standing at the starting point of the sword intent, he didn't look at the strongest sword that the ruthless fairy came to face at all, he just turned around slightly, moved his right hand lightly, and slightly adjusted the short sword in his hand in a direction.

The sword intent in the short sword did not pour out, because it felt that the sword of the ruthless fairy was not worthy of squandering all its combat power.

A total of three sword intents were sealed in the short sword.

It was the first, the first to come out, but it didn't stay long enough in this world to want to disappear so soon.

Especially, in such an unworthy way.

Therefore, the sword intent quickly rose from the horizon and re-sank into the short sword at an extremely fast speed, leaving only an insignificant part of itself in the dark night.

In the eyes of that sword intent itself, the part that remained was just a drop in the ocean and not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of others, especially for the ruthless fairy and Wu Lao Er in the field, it was an existence that might need to be looked up to for the rest of their lives.

The sword intent came out from the short sword and stopped in front of Tang Qing.

didn't deliberately attack, just let the ruthless fairy's sword collide.

The wind in the deep forest was fierce, and the chill of the night rolled up.

When one sword intent meets another, there may be many endings.

Or, lose both.

Or, one of the swords wins, and the other breaks.

But the ruthless fairy never expected that there would be another ending.

Her own sword roared away, and even though she had sensed the horror of that short sword, she had no choice but to let it go.

That sword carried all the heart and breath of the ruthless fairy, and all the swordsmanship experience of his life was in it.

So when the sword intent collided, she naturally felt the terrifying aura coming from under the sword blade.

But after the blink of an eye, the ruthless fairy didn't have time to panic and be afraid, and her mind could no longer feel her sword.

When she raised her eyes in a daze, and looked forward through the gap in the trees illuminated by the sword light in the sky, she found that her sword was turning the blade and roaring towards her.

Faster than when you go.

The power is even greater.

With an endless chill and murderous aura.

and pride that seems to be engraved in the bones.

Wu Lao Er, who was hiding behind the tree, was full of disbelief, he looked at the ruthless fairy who was standing in place, like a lost soul, and shouted with a cold consciousness on his lips and teeth: "Retreat!"

As soon as this voice sounded, it was drowned out by the sound of swords.

The ruthless fairy was in a trance, and he didn't have time to react more, so he could only force himself to lift the true strength of his whole body, protect his heart vein, and then carry a sword.

In the past few years, the long sword in the hands of the ruthless fairy has slashed many people.

Whether those people died in the end or survived, they all felt the cold chill under the long sword and countless killing intent.

The rights and wrongs of the world, the entanglement of grievances and grievances, are all between her sword.

But she never thought that her sword would one day fall sharply and slash at herself.

As soon as the thought of her heart arose, the sword arrived, directly piercing the true strength of the ruthless fairy's protective body, turning into a cold light that pierced through her shoulder, and came out from her back, and the heavy and mighty force directly knocked it to the ground, crushing it on the mottled gravel path, like a withered flower in the wind.

The sword fell into the forest with blood, and disappeared into the darkness, where it was gone.

Wu Lao Er stepped back in some fright, his mind tense to the extreme.

He looked at the ruthless fairy who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, thinking that she was dead, but at the moment when the wind and cold were rising, the white-clothed figure on the path slowly climbed up.

Her shoulders had been pierced, and blood stained her white clothes and stained half of her body red.

Her face was very pale, barely bloody.

The breath of the whole body is almost exhausted, with endless weakness.

It's just that her eyes are still full of murder, indifference and arrogance.

She turned around with some difficulty, glancing towards the place where the sword had disappeared in the darkness.

After a while, that familiar sword intent suddenly connected with his mind again, and after careful perceiving, he realized that his long sword was falling between the roots of an ancient tree at this moment.

And with the current aura of the ruthless fairy, it is obviously impossible to recall it.

Use your sword to seriously injure yourself.

Discard when you run out.

This is definitely the greatest insult to the person who wields the sword.

The ruthless fairy stood still with her shoulders covered, the wound was painful, but she couldn't help but not fall.

At the end of the long night, she looked at the short sword in Tang Qing's hand from a distance of several zhang between the gravel paths, and was a little reluctant to accept such an ending.

What kind of sword is that, which can make one's sword intent surrender and turn against each other?

The Ruthless Fairy was silent for a long time in the dark night, and then asked, "I just want to know, is that sword from the South Mountain hills?"