The Stygian grinned.

"You dare?"

"Although you are lucky, you can't be lucky every time, I think you will die this time. You say you dare, well, kill it with your sword. ”

The man's thin arm waved, patted his chest and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, smeared it on the inch sword, and shouted in his mouth: "Open the sword." ”

The blood and qi on the inch sword are cold, and after absorption, the tip of the sword pierces the air, the killing intent is fierce, a few inches are frozen like winter, white as the moon, there is no sword hilt, only a rough rusty iron, pierced into the palm of his hand, dripping and sucking blood, his hair is scattered, the color of disgust is thick, and he walks away.

The man's blood and qi were lost, his lips were thin and white, his eyes were scattered, his arms were shaking, and he muttered: "Master, the disciple is going to go with the summons of the peaks, I know that you are waiting for me in the endless abyss, I am here.."

The bewitching dragon head is full of feet, deeply embedded in the thunderstorm, a pair of withered hands in the depths of the white-clothed corpse, with sword marks on it, grinding marks into the bones, and the hollow head buried in the cloud scroll far away is straightened, revealing a face that is afraid when he dies, although there are only shallow traces, but he can still see the helplessness and struggle of the approaching death.

Death, but also life.

When life and death are seen through, death is a kind of liberation.

The man's inch sword was cold, and he rushed into the thunderstorm, the dragon's head turned and twisted, and the tailbone flung away, breaking off the white-clothed corpse in the distance, rolling up the clouds, messing up the obvious black road, approaching in an instant, and crashing into the man's inch sword.

He flew up, and the sword went into the dragon's tail.

The cold light rose, and the inch sword changed from small to large, urging it to move sharply.

The man exhaled his last breath and said loudly, "The sword is broken." ”

Boom.

The sword penetrated into the bone, shattering into a sword shadow.

The demon dragon roared and swam down the storm, losing half of his body, only the head remained, the dragon's eyes were blood-red, and he opened his mouth and roared to the sword man sitting on the hilt of the big sword, and the next moment he broke away from the storm, and the clouds behind him chased into a tail, sucking aura.

This move caused the eyelids of the Stygian Sword Man to jump, and he cursed: "Demon Dragon, it is not me who killed you. And Hugh is rampant. ”

The demon dragon swallowed, and the cloud and mist in the back tail escaped into the body, roared out of the bloody mouth, and went straight to the hilt of the big sword.

Inside the cave, more than a dozen Zhufeng monks in the Ding room all stared at the translucent sky outside, the thunderstorm and the demon shadow, Li Shuishan exclaimed, "Mountains and seas, it is really the realm of demons. ”

The middle-aged man replied casually: "The mountain is not a mountain, and the sea is not a sea." The mountain will be the sea, and the sea will never be the sea. ”

Li Shuishan thought for a while and asked, "What do you mean by senior?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, stood up, and as the straw beside him scattered, more than a dozen monks stood up at the same time, some on crutches, some on the wall, their eyes radiated, and the curly grass held by the sighing old man sucked into his mouth violently, turned into dry ashes, and slowly spit out from his nose, his eyes were sharp, and he said angrily: "This demeanor is like a young time, how many abusive people have I killed?"

Li Shuishan's heart was beating faster, and he didn't understand it even more.

A big rough hand pressed on his thin shoulder and dragged him back, and he mused, "You follow us, this demon can't kill the Stygian Sword Man." ”

"In the Tiandong Cave on the mountain of Taibei Mountain, there are three dark swords, and there are three dark sword people, one of which falls in his hands, the main one, the strongest, and the remaining two are desolate and colorless, not big or small, and the role is green leaves with flowers. But because he was excluded, the sword was his heart, and his heart went into the mountains and seas, tempering his state of mind and practicing the sword to collect the two pieces together. ”

"It's a pity that hundreds of years have passed. ”

"The old man is old, but the sword is not old. ”

Another old man muttered.

"Back then, we were still young, Cao Kui, Shui Mu, Shen Sign, Yi Ke, they were all well-known heroes, all the way to the dusty like a dream, a sword to the end of the world, for the waves

Travelers, we think and cry. At that time, I saw that the woman I fell in love with at first sight did not dare to harm others; at that time, I felt a pity when I saw that the white clothes were wrapped in a horse and the blade fell to the ground, and there was no regret about the death and injury, but for the sake of the law, I did not dare to correct the disorder; at that time, I was thirsty for water, for a bowl of fish and water, the old man with a smile on his face tattooed with flowers, the white man blowing milk, the simple warmth, and the silent love was really unforgettable; and at that time, I finally understood why they knelt down to pick up food for a grain of rice, because they cherished..."

"Young man, don't you regret it like us, life is ethereal and flashy, how can you be bold?"

With the words in his ears, Li Shuishan nodded and listened silently.

More than a dozen people breathed slowly, and their momentum rose sharply in an instant, and when they looked out, dozens of faces had already gathered in front of the door, and the most unusual thing was the beasts, which looked a little like people.

The two hooves stepped on the ground, the flesh face was wrinkled, the two claws clenched the rough long blood spear, the soft tasseled hair swayed, the beast's head was oval, the teeth were thick and the lips were thick, the eyeballs were abrupt, and the eyes skimmed over, with an invincible edge, and a momentum that was difficult to drink filled the small half of the mountain.

The Stygian Sword Man stepped back on the hilt, the five fingers of his right hand were clasped tightly, and his left hand was pressed, a puff of smoke filled the air, and the cold air came out leisurely, instantly freezing his left arm, pulling out a copper-yellow three-inch small sword, and the fingering of his right hand slashed across the sword surface, and hissed: "Styx, out of the sword." ”

The three-inch small sword shook suddenly, dozens of times larger in the blink of an eye, and the hand brushed over, and a chill hit.

"Demon Dragon, Lao Tzu has been in the mountains and seas for hundreds of years, dare to roar at me, kill you today, sacrifice the sword!"

A yellow sword light began to pinch the hilt of the sword in his right hand, burst out, and broke several miles in an instant, directly in front of the demon dragon, the yellow ice sword pierced, the demon dragon opened its mouth and spewed out flashing thunderbolts, the half-crippled body trembled, and the clouds behind him were sucked into his body entirely, and his eyes turned from red to blue silk shadows, and the thundering dragon roared, spitting out a thunderbolt for several miles, directly obliterating most of the sword light.

Then he sucked in again, and the thunderstorm behind him was attracted.

The white-clothed corpses in the storm clicked, raising their hollow eyes and heading straight for the dragon.

The tail of the demon dragon is composed of corpses, the bone tail is powerful in breaking through the air, and under a flick, the thunder swells, showing its fangs again, and roaring from afar.

The eyes of the Dark Sword Man were cold, and he jumped up directly with the yellow sword in his hand, his robe flew away, and there was a drop of water condensed in the center of his eyebrows, full of anger, and he scolded: "Demon Dragon, you have to make inches, I really don't dare to kill you?" Lao Tzu is holding a sword today and cutting off your head. ”

The demon dragon opened its mouth.

Roar.

The sword man raised his sword and ran towards the head of the demon dragon, took a deep breath of air, the hazy water vapor on his robe sublimated, his eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth and cut out a sword light, and with a bang, he touched the thunder and lightning, and the demon dragon's body rolled back, opening his mouth and biting down at the sword light.

The sword light shattered, and some minced meat still exploded.

When the sword man stepped on the air, raised his sword and stabbed straight at the dragon's head, a wave of water in front of him was smart, the water droplets in the center of his eyebrows trembled, and before he could react, he was involved in the storm, and the thunder and lightning swept in an instant, and dozens of blood-colored dragons opened their eyes and swallowed them with a grin.

His back was cold, pinched the hilt of the sword, and with a fierce swing, a cold yellow light surrounded, freezing the approaching little dragon, who knew that the demon dragon looked back, swallowed it in one gulp, and the sword man hissed: "Lao Tzu killed you beast." ”

The sword man fell into the belly of the dragon, and the smoke and rain and black clouds filled it, so that his body was dyed with an indelible evil qi, several white-clothed heads came out, and the corpse held a sword in his hand, rushed and slashed, stabbing into his arm, ah, the black smoke was poisonous and went into the flesh and blood.

He took off the water droplets from the center of his eyebrows and slapped them on the surface of the sword, and a water sword out of thin air condensed from the air.

He wielded a sword and wiped out the corpse with a wave of his hand.

A stinger pierced.

The Stygian Sword Man raised his head, his cultivation was fully revealed, and the stinger followed him

Sheng's momentum emanated together, and his arm was pitch black, but the aura in his left hand was dragged away by his right hand and thrown on top of the stinger, instantly freezing into a piece of hard ice.

He held his breath and raised his sword.

The water sword is transformed from permeable to yellow and hard.

His hair was scattered, and he roared, "Stygian Sword Condensation Bead." ”

Ah, the double sword was pointed on the keel, and with a bang, the front half of the demon dragon's body shattered, and the dragon's head was still flexible and powerful, hiding in the storm, but the sword man stepped out directly, raised his hand to slash the sword against the wind in the storm, and his eyes were cold to the extreme, he would kill the dragon!

"You come out for me. ”

He walked into the storm again, and with a wave of his sleeve, several small swords appeared in front of him, and as his right hand reached in, he grabbed a blue horn with a thin silk on it

Biting his fingers, but a few small swords clasped the dragon's mouth, turning into a cold iron cable to pull the dragon's head, he clenched the sword and stabbed it into the skull, after a few breaths, the sword buzzed and trembled, turning into a three-inch small sword, with a trace of water spirit and yellow sand flowing.

"Dare to hurt me, don't think that if I let you a few times, you will have to inch in. ”

"In order to kill you, Lao Tzu wasted a lot of spiritual energy. He rummaged through the head of the demon dragon for a while, and finally threw it down angrily, took out a wooden block with a shining thunder silk, and muttered: "Superior thunder wood, it's a pity, it's a little bit late, if you don't provoke me so much, I may wait a few years before making a move, and I will have some more secret treasures that impact the mortal realm." ”

The dragon's head hit the ground, and the storm stopped.

Boom, boom, boom.

After the storm, there was a wide island, there were clawless demon birds, their wings were purple, and they circled with a pointed beak half a foot long, their eyes were like jewels, their feathers were thick, and with a wave, a wind whirlwind fell on the island, rolling up the wind and rain.

On the island, there are ferocious triangular demons, they are panting, their green skin and rough faces, the white sand and sand ground mixed with stone and mud, they are trampled under the soles of their feet, sinking out of a big pit, their legs and feet are tied with stones and wooden sticks, and there are small demons holding water sources from behind, wearing the wind robe of the human race, which is covered with bloodstains, and the wind blows away part of the smoke and dust, leaving empty eye sockets.

They have no eyes, only an eerie socket.

The little demon is less than the waist of an ordinary person, and is holding a spiked mahogany stick, with a strong commotion on his body, revealing his white teeth, glaring fiercely at the floating island, as well as the murderous and shocking sword, and even more hated the old man who drew the sword, turning his head and roaring at him.

Woooooooo

It seems to be summoning more demons to fight in unison.

The Dark Sword Man on the hilt had a cold look in his eyes and said silently: "I came here a few years ago and killed a lot of you demon clans. I know that you have a inheritance tomb, in which the demon ancestor is buried, if I guess correctly, I'm afraid that there are a lot of treasures, right? You also colluded with the solo cultivator, and wanted to swallow it alone, so you were ordered to come and take away the demon island bone spear, kill the person who cultivated alone, and block the way, all of them will die. ”

He turned his head to look at You Dao and said loudly: "The slaves of A, B, C and Ding, whoever gets the bone spear will be released." If you don't get it, then you don't have the point of living. ”

"Get out of here!" he roared, then stroked the stinger-wounded arm, and let out a relaxed breath.

Woooooooo

The wind on the sea is getting stronger and stronger, blowing so that people can't see the appearance of the demon island.

Li Shuishan walked out with the predecessors of Zhufeng in the Ding cell, and his momentum was comparable to that of others, beasts, and he was not weak at all.

"Who's going to go first?" said the Stygian Swordman, glancing at him.

The orcs spat out a human language: "I hope your Excellency will keep your promise." ”

A tornado suddenly erupted behind them, with a momentum like an eagle breaking through the sky, stepping into the air and landing on the demon island, roaring.

The Stygian Sword Man closed his eyes and muttered, "Sword One." ”