In the viewing area, tens of thousands of mystics stared at the projection light curtain dumbfounded, their eyes wide open in horror, and the deepest part of their hearts and souls trembled.

They may never forget such a tragic scene in their lives, and in their hearts, they regard the word Danhong as a taboo.

Through the projection light curtain, they saw that Sikong Haoran's whole body was shrouded in a rich dead aura, and his originally strong body was now shriveled like an old bacon that had been dried for many years.

Even if they were separated by hundreds of zhang, even if they were separated by several large array enchantments, they could still clearly feel the domineering of that dead air.

"Senior Brother Haoran, wow..." Seeing Sikong Haoran's miserable appearance of not being human, Ye Ziying cried bitterly, her eyes were blood-red, "Senior brother, you save Senior Brother Haoran, I beg you to save him." ”

Gu Yulin's fists were already clenched, and the anger in his heart burned to the Tianling Gai, but there was no abnormal movement, because he saw that there was a rich vitality circulating in the dead air, even if this vitality was crumbling, but its vitality was tenacious and terrifying, like a cluster of sparks, as long as a little more oil was added to it, it could bloom with dazzling brilliance.

patted Ye Ziying's hand and signaled her not to worry, everything is with the senior brother.

At the seat of Tianzhu Peak, a young man with a sword box on his back had a cold look in his eyes, looking at Dan Hong, who was dancing wildly with long hair, and his name was in the first place in the book of life and death.

"I believe in you, you can do it. A murmur slowly sounded in the depths of his soul, and he held his right hand, and a soul mark flashed in his palm.

"It's so rich in death, it turns out that you still have more powerful means to hide, it seems that I didn't lose unjustly. Yun Jufeng sat down, a shadow who was not stained with dust and did not eat the fireworks of the world, and once again focused his eyes on the projection light screen.

Binding the Heavens, the decisive battle platform.

In a drowsy consciousness, Sikong Haoran seemed to have returned to the Ancient Killing Domain, and saw his struggle and fear in the two qi of life and death.

Half of his body was shrouded in the breath of death, like a dying old man who was about to die, and half of his body was moistened by the breath of life, like a young man in his youth.

The despair, the helplessness, the pain, the sadness, and the helplessness at that time were exactly the same as at this time.

But at this moment, Sikong Haoran is no longer a fledgling rookie, and his experience and growth during this period of time have made his heart change dramatically.

The mood is no longer magnificent, and gradually returns to the calm of the past.

At the same time, I once again remembered what my grandfather said to him, "The number of Dayan is fifty, use it forty to have nine, and escape one of them." Between heaven and earth, everything is in danger, there is no absolute danger, there is no absolute death, heaven is not benevolent, but it also leaves a glimmer of life for the world. ”

And one of the things that has escaped is where the vitality lies.

All things are yin and yang, yin and yang alternate, all things are reincarnated, the ultimate of life is death, the ultimate of death is new life, yin and yang are born and complement each other.

As soon as I thought of this, the mystery of life and death operated on its own, and the dry heart was haunted by the two qi of life and death, beating slowly.

The breath of life is like a towering tree, standing in the rushing torrent, no matter how turbulent and swift the torrent is, it cannot be destroyed.

Little by little, the qi of death is transforming, and at the same time, a part of the qi of life also overflows the surface of the body to resist the passage of time.

The life qi in the body condensed into a dot, surrounded by a large amount of death qi, and the death qi was also transformed into life qi in a slow process, and in the process of transformation, a part of it was also swallowed.

I don't know how long this cycle lasted, maybe 10 breaths, 20 breaths...

The corners of Danhong's mouth oozed blood, and the excessive use of the mysteries of the years made his originally weak body feel heavy.

The damage to the soul can not be recovered in a short time, even if he has the anti-heaven elixir that repairs the soul on his body, but the rules of the grand decisive battle do not allow it to be used, if it is used, even if he hides it well, in front of everyone, it is tantamount to covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Danhong's golden pupils looked down on Sikong Haoran, who looked down like a dried corpse, no matter how fast he moved through the mysteries of the years, he could never destroy the faint breath of life that permeated his body.

It is precisely because of its existence that Danhong is helpless, but at this moment, Sikong Haoran can no longer pose any threat, he is like a dangerous rock on the cliff, as long as he touches it lightly, he will fall into the abyss and break his bones.

Under the shroud of the rich aura of death, on Sikong Haoran's dry hands, two faint rays of light were rotating silently, these two clusters of light were the two qi of life and death.

In the place where Danhong could not see, in Sikong Haoran's body, the qi of death was no longer violent and disorderly, but rotated in an orderly direction, and then transformed into the qi of life, and the two qi of life and death formed a cycle of their own, but did not interfere with each other.

In this process, Sikong Haoran seems to have integrated into this heaven and earth, or into the two qi of life and death, he is a part of heaven and earth, he is the two qi of life and death.

And this phenomenon on his body surface was discovered by Danhong, "Oh... Such tenacious vitality, in this situation with no chance of winning, you can still do this step, even I have to admire, but you still can't escape the doom!"

Looking at the changes in Sikong Haoran's body, Dan Hong lost his mind, thunder and dust appeared in the palm of his hand again, and the power of the years climbed up, and two auroras pierced the void.

With a distance of five zhang, it can be said that it is easy for any Sword Emperor master to kill a cultivator who is lower than his realm, but Dan Hong used all his strength, and even poured the mystery of the years into the sword gang.

From this, it can be seen how determined he is to kill Sikong Haoran, because he sees that a demon with unlimited potential is about to be born, and he doesn't want to admit it, but he has to admit this fact.

Danhong at this moment, there is a kind of sadness of both Shengyu and He Shengliang, if the two are not enemies, their relationship is not so life and death, maybe the two can still be friends, no... With Danhong's character, he will definitely take Sikong Haoran for his own use, or strangle it in the cradle.

The void was draped in a layer of traces of time under the two auroras, and the two qi of life and death that permeated Sikong Haoran's body swirled wildly, and then roared out.

"Boom!"

The explosion produced by the two mysterious powers was earth-shattering, and the entire Heaven Binding Array was full of holes, depressed and solemn, as if it had become a ghost domain, and Sikong Haoran's body was also thrown out under this wave of qi, hitting the enchantment fiercely, and the life and death air mass condensed between his hands was also on the verge of extinguishing under the wave of the aurora.

"Ahem!"

Sikong Haoran opened his dry eyes, a trace of thick blood oozed from the corner of his lips, looking at himself at the moment, atrophied skin, long silver hair, like an old man in his twilight years.

Dan Hong pestle his double sword, staggered to his feet, the corners of his mouth also spilled blood, he didn't wipe it, nor did he pay attention to the severe pain in his body, his golden pupils looked indifferently and ruthlessly at Sikong Haoran, who was leaning on the enchantment and dying.

Without too many words, the golden pupils rotated again, the long hair rose back, the torn green shirt swished, the mystery of the years swept like a storm, and Danhong's body jumped high and slashed out a killing blow.

Sikong Haoran's whole body was in severe pain, soreness and weakness, the mystery of life and death barely maintained his vitality, his drowsy consciousness looked at the sword light that was getting closer and closer, and muttered to himself: "The difference between the realm is insurmountable after all, am I dying under his sword like this, I am unwilling, ah..."

"Ahh

The roar of the soul echoes throughout the heavens and the earth.

"Click!"

At the moment when Guichen and Thunder were about to kill Sikong Haoran, a long sword with a blood line in the middle escaped from his eyebrows and slashed at Danhong's double swords, followed by two crisp cries in the air.

"Poof!"

Danhong's body was slapped back like a baseball, and before the person could hit the ground, several mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and then smashed into the deep pit.

"Mirage!" Elder Wen Yu's empty body trembled, and he took a few steps back, the hand behind him couldn't stop shaking, as if a pair of eyes glanced at him coldly, this terrifying illusion made him creepy.

In the entire Sword Sect Square, with the moment the mirage appeared, all the sword weapons trembled to varying degrees.

The splashed debris flooded Danhong's body, and his golden pupils dilated, and at this moment, his soul seemed to be crushed by thousands of tons of mountains.

Because there were two cracks on the two swords of Guichen and Thunder, and the faint aura of the sword spirit in them also disappeared, these two natal sword weapons were destroyed, and he suffered an unimaginable backlash, and the return of dust and thunder at this moment were like two scrap iron.

Danhong stood up tremblingly, but immediately fell into place, returning to dust and thunder, the moment he held it, pieces were shattered, these two swords that had accompanied him since childhood, at this moment, came to the end of his life.

Blood dripped from the corners of Danhong's mouth, and the ten fingers that sank into the rubble supported his tired body, and he stood up in a stagger, looking at the evil long sword held in the palm of Sikong Haoran in horror, as if he was crazy.

"This sword is so weird, just looking at it makes me want to bow down and surrender. There was endless fear in the trembling voice, and the face of a mysterious man in the viewing area turned pale in an instant.

"Such a domineering sword weapon, as soon as they fought, Danhong's double swords were destroyed, and they were also hit hard, which... It's incredible!" In the other viewing areas, a mystery's mind couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

"My sword, even with a horrified emotion, it... What the hell is the origin!" In the viewing area of the outer gate, a young man with a pale face was shocked and lost his voice.

"This is..."The peak lord sat down, Yang Qing's face changed wildly, and he stood up suddenly, trembling his body, looking at the evil long sword that was held in the palm of his hand by Sikong Haoran.

The other peak masters, except for Ye Chaoyang, stood up almost at the same time, and all eyes were focused on Sikong Haoran.

"Evil Blade Mirage!" Lin Feng's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said in shock.

"Evil Blade Mirage !!" These four words echoed in the hearts of several peak masters, like a heavy hammer hitting their souls fiercely, they couldn't be clearer about how much weight these four words had.

"Impossible... This is impossible!" The mystery of the years was interrupted, the golden pupils were dilated, and the two swords of return to dust and thunder were destroyed, this situation made Danhong completely unacceptable, and under the hoarseness of exhaustion, a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out again, and then knelt heavily in the pile of rubble.

The proud son of heaven who was once high in heaven is so glorious and brilliant, but at this moment, it is like an angry little girl wailing silently.

Every disciple of the Sword Sect who saw him had to take a detour, retreat, endure for so long, and break through to the Sword Emperor, just so that he could shine at the Sword Sect Grand Meeting, and let his reputation resound throughout the five regions and thirteen states of the Hengduan Continent.

At first, the reptiles that were not in their eyes could be beaten and killed at will, but with the opening of the Sword Sect event, with every encounter, the reptiles in their eyes actually had the strength to compete with them in the strength of step by step.

Not weaker than his physique, the power of the same level of mystery, the evil sword weapon, all of these things, silently broke this deadlock.

The opportunity at your fingertips is about to be missed!

Danhong howled in his heart why... Why did he break through to the Sword Emperor, and he couldn't even kill an ant that had just stepped into the strength of the Sword Emperor, and he changed again and again in vain, all of which caught him off guard.

He was not reconciled... He was furious...

His soul burned with rage!

How can one's own honor be conceded to others, and one's own pride can be trampled on by others!

Nothing will be allowed!

"Boom..."

The world is bleak, and the wind passes without a trace.

Danhong's long hair danced wildly, and a force of years that was far more ferocious than before instantly enveloped the entire battle platform, and his golden eyes pierced the void, like an ancient fierce beast gloomily locking on Sikong Haoran eighty zhang away.