"In that case, I'll show you a sword!" The man's sword was extremely illusory, as if it was an illusory shadow, and the red light was finally retracted, and the figure of the woman in the center became clearer and clearer.

The man's clear eyes cleared, and the forty-year-old's face became brighter and brighter. The woman's body was bright and dimmed with that bewitching red for a moment.

Su Changqing's supreme move, "Frozen Thousands of Miles", permeated the horizontal, and the woman's red light suddenly roared again, looking at the cold air in front of her as if she had been provoked. The air was suppressed, and the entire sword mound space was almost crushed, you know, this space is no smaller than the real world of rivers and lakes. Between the calcium carbide firelight, I saw Su Changqing controlling the "Frozen Miles" to concentrate on the attack of the red light, and the two collided violently.

Whew.

Poof.

Su Changqing's body was a little untenable, his trembling hands were holding on top of the "frost and cold", and he was still pulling out this sword vigorously, how could he not be surprised, the brilliance emitted by the woman wrapped in red light actually easily dissolved his strongest move.

The woman in front of the man was almost close to his sword, as if it came from the sword, this sword beat the "Frozen Thousands of Miles" to a lossless temper, which is enough to prove that the man's swordsmanship is absolutely good, even if Su Changqing has no sword in his hand.

"This sword is called Red Lotus!" The red light wrapped Su Changqing again, and the man's faint voice came.

"I have a sword in my heart!"

The man danced the sword in the air, and the three-foot sword suddenly became larger, turning into a sword hundreds of meters long, and the light began to shroud.

When Su Changqing was in a hurry and was confused by the red light of the bewitching woman in front of him, and was beaten in a hurry, he glanced at it and couldn't help but curse in his heart. This woman is obviously not in the flesh, and with this fight, Su Changqing discovered this.

Could it be a spirit?

Su Changqing suddenly thought of what the man had said before, above the sword soul is the sword spirit, if you want to be like a sword spirit, you have to derive the spirit body of the sword you use, could it be that this woman is the sword spirit? Su Changqing's face changed suddenly, if this is really the case, then the man is ...... It's a sword spirit swordsman!

Didn't he say that since ancient times, only Yan Ming had entered the Sword Spirit?

Su Changqing was a little powerless at the moment, the woman's tricks were very strange, just the red light made him unable to deal with it, watching the man controlling the hundreds of meters of the giant sword that was attacking with a strong wind, as if falling into the abyss, and he couldn't see a trace of light. He gritted his teeth, his bones creaked, and the red light broke free violently under his scream of pain, and as soon as he broke free, the overwhelming power of the man's greatsword came. Su Changqing couldn't help frowning, only to feel a hot current surging in his throat, and spat blood violently.

However, he didn't dare to think about it too much, if this big sword smashed on him, even if he was the reincarnation of Da Luo Jin Immortal, it would be useless. He quickly mobilized the internal force in his body, and used his skills to immediately open up the distance, and almost fell from a high altitude after a few stumbles on the way to the leap, and stabilized his body with amazing perseverance. After this twist and turn, he was already exhausted, and even the cold air in his hands could no longer support the supreme attack of "Frozen Thousand Miles".

The wind and frost decreased, and the hazy air was filled with the slightest smell of blood, which was the blood that Su Changqing inadvertently shed during the battle, and he didn't even notice it.

The moment the lamp dried up, the man's big sword swung horizontally, and the huge sword light surrounded every corner, this blow swept the snow, this blow thousands of miles of wind and frost rose again, this blow the world suddenly changed for eternity, all beasts roared like a roar and shook the sky, this blow was dull and the earth dust flew up. The earth is roaring, like ten thousand ghosts roaring, the mountains are roaring, the erect green peaks are expanding and cracking, the rivers and seas are escaping, and the climax is not stopping.

Su Changqing smiled bitterly and closed his eyes: "Are you going to die?"

Death is not terrible, the taste of falling into the abyss expands infinitely in his mind, the dark fire is scorching his soul, the shackles bind the flesh layer by layer, clamping into his skin, the eyes are shocking, the flesh is colorless. Like the fear in his heart, the cold is biting, the flowers on the other side are extremely beautiful, he seems to see the yellow sand flying in the sky on the Yellow Spring Road, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts screaming in pain, his body is cold, and the clothes he has fallen off have turned into ashes. Fair skin exposed, on the bleak path of the underworld. His body lost its form, wandering aimlessly on the Yellow Spring Road, listening to many painful wails, and the pain that pierced into his bones was infinitely magnified. Looking back on the past, every bit of it is presented in front of you. His heart ached so much that it felt like he was dead.

I pursued my whole life, but for what reason, the sword? At this time, I died under the sword.

Is that the "demon" who has been looking for thirteen years?

Where is he now?

Regret wells up in my heart, but I can't do anything to change everything, pursue the ultimate kendo, and finally defeat the North Kenzaka. The man was a sword in his heart, like a world, Su Changqing finally had some conjectures at this time, and his heart became more and more depressed.

Is that person Yan Ming, the originator of kendo?

Is there only one sword spirit swordsman in this world throughout the ages?

Die under his sword, as if ...... No loss!

The south wind can never blow the high wall, just like the people in this world who have waited for many years for one person.

Full of haggardness, just to find the east wind Gu.

Born under the sky, so is death, a little remorse, a long sigh, look back, no one!

Let this north wind blow all ties and blow on the way to the abyss!

He closed his eyes and let death come step by step, the signs of death had already appeared, and he was just waiting for the moment of despair.

The world fell silent, and the moment the air stopped flowing, it was like a kite with a broken string, and it was left to the wind, and there was no clue. The wind was cold, and the slightest fishy smell spread, as if nothing had happened, and the sword in the man's hand was no longer a giant sword that was a hundred meters long, and although the three-foot long sword had undiminished momentum, it did not hit Su Changqing's body. The woman in the bewitching red light smiled and disappeared, as if suddenly turning into the red glow on the horizon. Su Changqing's upright body that slowly fell from a height of 10,000 meters became the only landscape that could be appreciated in this world, landing naked, covered in blood, and the blood on his face covered all his handsome face.

His eyes were tightly closed, and he was already unconscious, as if he had walked the road of Huangquan and seen the saddest place after death. The abyss and despair have long been the only thoughts in his heart. If there is anything to worry about, there are not many regrets.

I'm afraid that there is only the kendo that is close to the peak and the "demon" who has no news, and other than that, there is nothing else to worry about.