A few days ago, when he was in the most beautiful place of flowers and plants in the world, Zifei found Su Shengwan and asked him to come to the South Snow Field to kill Congpu, Su Shengwan said that he couldn't kill it, and he needed to borrow a sword from Chao Zifei.

Zifei lent it to him, but he never used it.

Because it was originally a sword that was left for Congpu, but Congpu was defeated by Chen Luo's sword, and this sword has been left until now.

It wasn't until Mr. Three appeared that Su Shengwan knew that it was time to use this sword.

But he didn't use it at first, even if two people died in Tiance and three people died in the Demon Domain.

Their side is at an absolute disadvantage, he is still useless, he is waiting for Chen Luo.

Chen Luo was hit in the chest by Mr. Three and flew upside down, but the knife still landed on Mr. San's chest, leaving him with more injuries.

That's enough.

The dilapidated courtyard seemed to fly out of the picture scroll, this was the place where the five Demon Domain Grandmasters were originally hiding, and the second gentleman had seen it after it appeared before, and he had even seen the sword, but he didn't care too much.

Because it was a sword covered with dust.

And right now, it was precisely this dusty sword that made Mr. Three frown and not move.

"How strong Zifei's sword is, I think Mr. San knows best, I want to know if you, who are seriously injured and dying, can take this sword, or whether you can stand here after taking this sword. ”

Su Shengwan looked down at him, the sea of ink under his feet had already dried up, he held the painting, and the small courtyard inside the wall suddenly became windy.

There was a lot of water in the tank, and suddenly there were ripples.

If you look closely, you will find that it is not the wind that suddenly blows in the courtyard that makes the water tank shake, but the sword that keeps shaking under the water tank.

There was a lot of dust on the sword, and there was some moss growing underneath, but when the sword began to tremble, all the dust and moss were gone.

The sound of a sword suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and the sword was obviously not unsheathed, but the sound of the sword was very crisp and loud.

The sword body trembled and broke free from under the water tank, and sword qi overflowed, cutting the entire scroll into strips.

The paper painting began to tear, little by little, and the world inside the painting began to collapse.

The sound of the sword grew louder and louder, more and more harsh,

The sword finally flew out of the painting.

Then the whole painting completely turned into powder.

Everyone was looking up at the sword, feeling the breath coming from the sword, and their hearts were all shrinking, what kind of person could leave such a sword?

And what kind of existence is Mr. Three, who can win over the person who left this sword.

They were looking at the sword, and they were also looking at Mr. Three, who was standing on the ground silent.

He didn't speak, because he was too badly injured at the moment, and as long as he opened his mouth, he would definitely let out that breath and fall to the ground.

But the meaning is clear.

He knew that Mr. Three would not be able to take the sword.

Mr. Three looked at him, then hugged Mr. Two, and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Congpu.

He straightened up, grinned and said: "Isn't this the case in this world, we can't retreat this time, once we retreat, there is no hope of moving forward, we are the last backbone of the desolate, and we can't bend down even if we die." ”

Pieces of peach blossoms rose from the ground, gently rotating around Mr. San's body, compared with the previous strength, these peach blossoms at this moment seemed very gentle, like a pair of the most gentle palms caressing his body.

I want to heal all the wounds in his body.

"The fourth junior brother died in Huangzhou, and the sixth brother went to Chang'an City, he and I have the same idea, we are happy when we win, and if we lose, there will be no future. ”

His smile looked gentle, and he kowtowed three more times at Congpu, then stood up and looked up at the sword.

Su Shengwan raised his hand, and there was a sword in his hand.

At this time, you should say something, so that the two sides can talk about the last thing between you and me.

But Su Shengwan suddenly lost the interest in doing this, because it was a very boring thing.

There is nothing wrong with either side, both are fighting for the future for the sake of their people.

As Mr. Three said, the seven of them are the last backbone of the desolate people, and they can only die, not bend.

The sword body slowly detached from the scabbard, and countless sword lights emanated from it, dazzling and dazzling.

The sound of the sound became stronger and stronger, the long sword gradually detached from the sword body, and countless sword qi slammed and closed, and the sword hung above the head, as if condensing the light of the whole world, which was shocking.

The peach blossoms are blowing everywhere, wrapping Mr. San's body like a blooming stamen.

He cultivates himself and cultivates peach blossoms, and the two are combined, giving birth to himself from the stamens, and he is infinitely close to the Six Realms.

The sword hung in the sky and did not move, but the overflowing sword qi kept crisscrossing and crisscrossing, spreading the heavens and the earth.

It's gathering momentum.

Mr. Three is also gaining momentum.

Su Shengwan retreated to the back and stood, waiting for the sword to stab.

Time has never been longer.

It doesn't seem to be perceiving it anymore, maybe it's just a short breath time, maybe it's a little longer.

A meteor would have a tail when it crossed the sky, and the traces of the sky would also leave a trace when it flashed through the sky, but the sword left nothing, he just disappeared in place and appeared in front of Mr. Three.

Countless sword qi and peach blossoms enveloped the place, and it fell into a brief stalemate.

The sword is like a tide, tough and continuous.

Pieces of peach blossoms are broken, and pieces of peach blossoms turn into powder.

In the sky filled with the sound of swords, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, like a chess piece landing on the chessboard and making a snap.

The countless peach blossoms that surrounded Mr. San's body suddenly disappeared, and the sword passed through his chest without hindrance, running out from front to back, and the countless sword qi that stirred in the air converged into a river and passed through his chest.

Countless swords pierced through his body.

The sword light flew out of the sky and then disappeared, leaving only Mr. Three still standing.

There was no wound on his chest, but the sword had pierced it.

He staggered and fell to his knees.

The southern snow field, which had not snowed for a long time, suddenly snowed again, and pieces of snowflakes fell in the air.

Mr. Three raised his head, the snowflakes fell on him, and there was no regret or fear of death in his eyes, but it became extremely bright, and he muttered, "It seems that we are both right, I will indeed die at your hands." ”

When Zifei said that he would die, Mr. Three also said that he would die, and it turned out that what Zifei said was right, but now it is proved that what Mr. Three said is also right.

He grinned, and immediately lay on the ground, without any breath, and the world-famous desolate Mr. Three scattered with the sword light in the world at this moment.

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