Jian Jiu's bloodshot pupils looked directly at Li Guifan with difficulty, he thought about answering his question, but he was pressed by the giant palm and could not breathe, and he could be crushed by the heavy giant palm at any time.

He struggled and could only spit out four words.

"Beidou, Giant Gate. ”

Among the seven spirit swords beside the "bell", the "giant gate" of the spirit sword that was as huge as a door leaf shook and rotated in one direction.

At the same time, the seven spirit swords that had originally fallen in the direction of the Big Dipper trembled in unison, leaning in the direction of Sword Nine, struggling to release the light and change the killing formation into a defensive formation.

Li Guifan, who was still roaring madly, changed his face, roared and concentrated on increasing the pressure of the cyan giant palm.

"Crunch"

The light of the seven spirit swords was suppressed before it could be released, and it tilted towards the ground a little overwhelmed.

Although the cyan giant palm was still falling a little, the speed of its fall had slowed down a lot.

Jian Jiu's blood-red eyes and Li Guifan's crazy pupils forced each other, and the faces of both of them were hideous because of excessive force, and they both fell into a stalemate wrestling with each other for a while.

"It's ridiculous. ”

The screams and scenes of Zhao Yuan and Fang Si's tragic deaths replayed in Ye Mingke's mind again and again.

Dragging the unconscious Ying Kui who had just swam up to the island from the sea, he turned over and lay on his back on the beach, only to feel a sharp pain all over his body.

He was too close to Ying Kui, who was facing the sword qi, and he had already suffered a lot of injuries when he was shocked by the sword qi.

"It's ridiculous, I said I was going to take you home, and I thought I could protect you even if there were evil spirits. ”

He struggled to get up, and when he saw Jian Jiu and Song Mingyu, who were already overwhelmed by the cyan giant palm, everything in front of him didn't know when the tears in his eyes had been blurred.

He let out a maniacal chuckle choked up in his throat.

He clenched the sword in his hand, but felt his powerlessness

"Are you going to die? It's ridiculous, after struggling for so long, everything is still the same, isn't it?" he whispered hoarsely, struggling with the previous one.

But there was already someone faster than him before.

It was the youngest, immature, and thinnest bamboo pole among those men, and he had already climbed onto the beach, closer than Ye Mingke to Li Guifan.

Seeing the mad and terrifying white-clothed immortal who wanted to kill them all, he didn't have the ecstasy, fear, and cowardice he had when he first met the immortal.

No, maybe it's still cowardice, or it's fear.

But everyone has to do the right thing.

This thin man, who was actually not yet a weak crown, staggered to lift a stone beside him.

Then, tearfully, cowardly, angrily, roaringly, he rushed towards the immortal whom he had once feared.

And behind him was Li Han, a silent and tough man with two stones in his hand.

It was Fang Wu, who was once the most timid, and in the pain and anger of losing his brother, he ridiculously waved his hands and rushed towards the white-clothed immortal, like a shrew, wanting to pull the immortal's hair and scratch the immortal's face.

Everyone has to do the right thing.

Ye Mingke suddenly heard a huge roar in his mind.

It turns out that everything has long been different......

They were in the same boat, struggling for many days surrounded by evil spirits, and even on the most desperate days, each of them was doing what he could, what was right.

Even though they were just mortals, they were the most ordinary mortals, but the boat had always been rowed by them.

The right thing they can do, and this right thing is also very meaningful, which can make them no longer so confused and afraid, and can allow them to survive!

Survive!

If you knew you probably wouldn't succeed, would you still start?

Ye Mingke leaned over to hold the sword and rushed forward, he felt that it was no longer blood rushing in his blood, but blazing fire, which was about to erupt out.

If you knew you probably wouldn't succeed, would you still start?

Yes.

The bamboo pole that rushed to the front threw the first stone at the immortal, and Li Guifan, who was trying his best to kill Jian Jiuzhen, noticed him, and waved his hand in disgust to hit the stone back, smashing the bamboo pole upside down and flying up, falling to the ground.

But Li Guifan, who was a little distracted, shook his right hand in controlling the cyan giant palm, and for the first time, Jian Jiu went against the direction of the cyan giant palm's fall and went up a point.

Li Han, who was following closely behind the bamboo pole, stepped directly over the fallen bamboo pole, roared and smashed the stone in his hand at Li Guifan, and then bravely rushed towards Li Guifan with himself.

He is the leader, he is not afraid of death, he is just always afraid that his death will not have any effect at all.

Li Guifan's face was hideous, and with a movement of the sword finger in his left hand, the flying sword that he had originally fallen to the ground by Jian Jiu jumped up from the ground and smashed two stones from different directions.

But Li Han had already hit him fiercely through the rubble, and he had to stretch out another left hand to push Li Han backwards and throw it out, just enough to knock down Fang Wu, who had rushed halfway and slowed down because of too much fear.

But after all, he had divided too much energy, and Jian Jiu, who was originally pressed hard and half-kneeled, had already taken the opportunity to stand up almost completely.

Li Guifan, who was unwilling to give up his previous efforts, turned around and roared and drove the cyan giant palm with all his strength again, almost crushing Jian Jiu to his knees again.

But at this moment, Ye Mingke, who leaned over and held his sword and silently passed through the gravel powder, stepped into the ground three feet in front of him.

Ye Mingke's eyelids drooped, and his breath was constricted.

The scorching heat of the sword in his hand was like a flame, and the torrent of information gathered in his mind.

There are cracks in everything.

Paper chops steel, but also does not return.

Don't let it!

Ye Mingke drew his sword and slashed out.

Without the brilliance of a sword when cutting a python, this sword is restrained and silent.

Li Guifan, who noticed the sword that Ye Mingke had slashed, did not relax his suppression of Jian Jiu, but only held the sword rungs directly with his left hand.

"Bang"

Something, broken.

It's a sword, it's someone's heartstrings, it's someone's ...... Life.

Li Guifan looked back in disbelief, his cross-blocking spirit sword broke into two sections in front of his face, and then his unbelievable hideous face, from the top left to the bottom right, suddenly appeared a terrifying blood mark.

The cyan giant palm he controlled shook and collapsed, and Jian Jiu, who finally caught that line, suddenly stood up with his sword technique.

"Beidou!

"锵", "锵", "锵", ......

The seven spirit swords that were almost crushed to the ground rolled upside down, turning into seven decisive sword lights that shot at Li Guifan at the same time, penetrating Li Guifan at the same time, nailing him to the ground.

Li Guifan fell to the ground on his back, staring up at the sky with blank eyes.

From being slashed by Ye Mingke with a sword to being pierced by Jian Jiu's seven swords, he who had been roaring madly and quietly did not make a sound from beginning to end.

"Bang"

Ye Mingke fell to the ground with his strength and fell with the sword, but he still struggled to quickly put the sword back into its sheath.

Because if he doesn't return to the sheath again, even if he has a special physique, he will become an old man like Jian Jiu.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud as he looked at Jian Jiu, who was also leaning weakly against the tree, and there was a joy in his eyes that had not appeared since the town was shocked.

It was tough, but they really did it.

What is an immortal?

Jian Jiu, who was leaning against the tree with Song Mingyu to breathe, looked at Ye Mingke, who was smiling like a fool, and his frozen face also showed a little smile.

"Good sword!" he smiled and praised Ye Mingke sincerely.

Even though he had practiced thousands of swordsmanship in the world, he was still amazed when he saw Ye Mingke's sword.

"It's a good sword. ”

Ye Mingke shook the cold and lonely long sword named "Nine" in his hand, and smiled with a sneering eye.

"You owe me a lot of favors this time, why don't you consider giving me the sword? ”

He was able to cut off Li Guifan's spirit sword, of course, not only by his strange sword moves that he hadn't comprehended much, but also by this weird long sword with a low-key appearance, but actually quite domineering.

With it, he can use his mortal body to break through Li Guifan's defenses.

"It's my life. Jian Jiu was noncommittal, and just replied lightly.

After breathing for a while, Jian Jiu got up with some difficulty and walked towards Li Guifan, who was nailed to the ground, Ye Mingke also struggled to get up, and went with Song Mingyu to see Ying Kui and Li Han and a few of their men.

Fortunately, he and Song Mingyu checked it and preliminarily confirmed that they were all still alive. It's just that they are all unconscious, and the injuries are mild or severe, but they should not be life-threatening for the time being.

After roughly settling a few people, he and Song Mingyu walked together to Jian Jiu, who was silently looking at Li Guifan on the ground.

Li Guifan's wide-open pupils had begun to dilate, and the blood on his body was almost dry, but his lips were still moving slightly.

"I don't want to lose. ”

He muttered again and again.

Jian Jiu looked at him silently for a long time.

"You won. Jian Jiu suddenly whispered to him, "This time I lost, Win Kui lost, Mingyu also lost, you alone defeated me, defeated the three of us." ”

Jian Jiu paused, looked at Li Guifan's dilated pupils seriously, and said to him in an accentuated tone.

"You win, you're strong. ”

Song Mingyu understood what Jian Jiu was doing, and a smile appeared on her pale and haggard face, a little sad.

But her voice was a little choked and cheerful, just like her little sister had spoken to that senior brother for many years.

She said softly to him.

"Yes, you deserve to be a senior brother. It's amazing. ”

Li Guifan, who heard Song Mingyu and Jian Jiu's words, suddenly brightened slightly, but soon dimmed even more, and his constantly moving lips stopped.

Then his eyes slowly closed, and there was no more life.

Song Mingyu, who had been pretending to smile, suddenly burst into tears, the sentence just now was the tone in which she usually spoke to Li Guifan, but she had never said anything similar to him in the past.

She just kept pestering the honest and useless senior brother, laughing and talking.

"Senior brother, go out with me. Oops, why are you still practicing this spell, my family Jian Jiu would have known it a long time ago. ”

"Senior brother, you are so stupid, why are you still the first place on the merit list?"

"Senior brother, what is the life of those untouchables in the mortal world? I heard that they are hungry and even eat their own children! ”

"Senior brother, although your name is Guifan, you can't be so ordinary and boring, okay?"

And her eldest brother just laughed at himself as if he didn't care, and sometimes he would hurt himself according to her words.

She never knew how much damage her casual words had brought to her brother who thought she was a good person.