As soon as the sword array was wounded, the wind raged in the entire valley, and the sound of the sword roar was endless, and the divine light was shining, shocking everyone present.

The opponent's offensive has been completed, but the black scales on Qi Tian's body have only recovered about eighty percent, he slowly stood up, and at this moment, only fighting desperately is his last chance.

The Wounded Broken Sword Formation is based on the Confucian method of birth and nourishment, and is fed by the mighty qi of heaven and earth to nourish the sword intent.

Once this sword array is opened, there is a tendency to fight the enemy endlessly, tens of thousands of flying swords stand in the air, and the tips of the swords are all pointed at the same person: the wicked Qi Tian!

The residual poison has not been cleared, and after being hit hard, Qi Tian's body has fallen into extreme exhaustion, but the crisis on the front line of life and death makes him a little inexplicably excited.

At the moment when Qi Tian set up the boxing frame, ten thousand flying swords flew out together, directly wrapping him up, these swords are not tricky, nor speculative, facing Qi Tian's proudest fists is a fierce attack, the Zhongbai sage in the distance is full of confidence, he is very unaccustomed to Qi Tian's expression in front of his eyes, all the pride and self-confidence are blatant provocations in front of him, since this is the case, then he will destroy the greatest confidence of a boxer!

Qi Tian was surrounded by swords, the black scale armor was attacked by the flying sword again and again, Qi Tian could only raise his fists with difficulty, desperately resisting, the black scale armor is worthy of the legend of the death world, its hardness is beyond everyone's imagination, many of the flying swords conjured up by Yaoshi were directly broken on the black scale armor.

Soon, a pile of broken swords was piled up at Qi Tian's feet, which was made up of countless broken swords.

Although the black scale armor destroyed some of the flying swords, it was still difficult to erase the wounds of the vast sea of swords.

Finally, Qi Tian was defeated in the sword formation, and as soon as his fists were released, the flying sword was about to stab him in the chest when he saw the opportunity, and it was too late to condense the fist, he could only grab the flying sword to make it stop in his chest.

Although he stopped the flying sword, Qi Tian didn't feel happy at all, because there were countless flying swords behind it, just when Qi Tian was worried, he suddenly found that those flying swords stopped, except for the flying sword in his hand, all the others began to fly back.

The Zhongbai Sage stepped on the flying sword, slowly stepped into the air, looked down at Qi Tian in the air, and said condescendingly: "What about now? Your life and death are completely in my thoughts, if you can say two soft words, I may consider sparing your life." ”

Qi Tian laughed miserably: "Hehe, if you also say now: Qi Daxia, spare my life, I will open up to you Confucianism in the future, what about it?"

Zhongbai Sage said: "In my life, I have killed many self-righteous strong people, it seems that I will add another one today, I can't see the situation clearly, your death is just a joke." ”

Qi Tian stood on the pile of broken swords, and a long sword pierced into his back behind his back, just lifting his already unstable body.

Qi Tiandao: "Only when your sword really cuts my neck, I will be considered dead, where am I now? It's still early, and you are reluctant to kill me, you have to let me obey you, as long as I don't obey you, even if you can kill me, you are not happy, aren't you? Haha, you are really a poor worm." ”

Zhongbai Sage slowly condensed a sword trick in his hand: "You did guess my mind seven or eight points, but you don't forget, everything is just what I think, I just feel in my heart, although there are some flaws in the killing image, but as long as I endure it, it will pass, after all, you are dead, I am still alive, think about this flaw is still acceptable, and I don't seem to need the sympathy of a corpse." ”

The Zhongbai Sage slowly admired the expression on Qi Tian's face, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face, and as soon as the smile stopped, the killing move was sacrificed: Condensing Sword Style!

In an instant, all the remaining flying swords condensed together to form a huge Shining World Divine Sword.

The Zhongbai Sage put one hand on the hilt of the huge sword, as if announcing Qi Tian's death: "You have a sword, so can you still stop this sword?"

The Zhongbai Saint didn't seem to be willing to give him any chance to leave Qi Tian's last words, and the giant sword flew out and pointed straight at Qi Tian.

Just when everyone thought that Qi Tian was sent into Huangquan by this giant sword, a limping figure appeared, only to see that she was holding a piece of paper full of words in her hand and filed it in front of Qi Tian.

In the past, he laughed in the light clothes building, and now he spilled tears in the wilderness, who is it not Fang Ling'er.

The Yaoshi Giant Sword, which had been castrated, actually stopped in front of her, although the sword momentum stopped, the residual strength was not gone, and the strong residual strength scraped Fang Ling'er to the ground, but despite this, she still held the piece of paper in her hand and kept it in front of Qi Tian.

The Bo Bai Sage hurriedly asked, "Brother, you?"

He thought that it was the Zhongbai Sage who deliberately stopped Yaoshi because of this woman.

Who knew that this was not the case, and even the Zhongbai Saint didn't know why Yaoshi stopped.

Zhongbai Sage said: "The sword momentum is already old, it is impossible for me to stop it, this woman has not cultivated in her body, how can she file the Dazzling World Giant Sword?"

The Bo Bai Sage glanced at Fang Ling'er again, and suddenly his eyes flashed, as if he had found something: "Could it be that paper! What is written on that paper... ”

Fang Ling'er struggled to stand up and said softly to Qi Tian behind her, "Don't be afraid that I'll come to save you." ”

Then she held the piece of paper and shouted to the second saint: "The forbidden martial arts poem tablet is here, and it is forbidden to violate the ban by force within a radius of a hundred miles here." ”

Zhongbai Sage said: "This woman actually copied a copy of the forbidden martial arts poem tablet, could it really be that piece of paper that stopped the Yaoshi Divine Sword?"

The sage Bo Bai muttered: "That unknown amount has always been powerful, maybe it left the last life-saving means for Qingyilou in the poem tablet. ”

The Zhongbai Sage said with some annoyance: "Hmph! A demon who doesn't know which other world he died in has lost my glory with a broken poem and a piece of rotten paper? ”

A finger of sword qi rose out of thin air.

Fang Ling'er was very happy to see the giant sword stop, but she didn't expect the forbidden martial arts poem tablet she copied before leaving to be so useful, just as she was about to tell Qi Tian the good news with a smile, a finger of sword qi broke through the air, directly piercing her body, and then passed through the paper he was holding, and the paper also burned, turning into a pile of ashes in a blink of an eye.

The smile on Fang Ling'er's face gradually solidified, and she fell heavily to Qi Tian's side, and when she fell to the ground, she was still thinking about Qi Tian's last life-saving straw: "Forbidden... Military... Poetry monument, no. Finish.. Come on. ”

The blood in the blood hole in Fang Ling'er's chest, like a peach blossom that had been blown up, covered Qi Tian's eyes, and Qi Tian seemed to be unable to see Fang Ling'er's last face clearly.

Qi Tian kept wiping his eyes, hurriedly hugged Fang Ling'er into his arms, and shouted Fang Ling'er's name with a whimper: "Fang Ling'er!

Fang Ling'er weakly stretched out a hand and stroked Qi Tian's face: "They all say that you have... Sickness, but ... I'll put it. You are cured, but I myself am sick, you say ... In my last life, I didn't owe you anything and didn't pay it back. ”

The most hurtful thing about love is that it has just sprouted and has withered.

Sweet words did not have time to say the last sentence, to heaven and man forever, in the past in Yanglongtai, always carefree, I believe that the days are still long, there are not many opportunities in the future, but God always likes to let everyone's expectations be disappointed, the existence of God, as if it is not to give people happiness and perfection, it just wants you to see with your own eyes, all the fate that is too late to cherish, into a lifetime of regrets that are difficult to compensate.

The temperature of the jade hand slowly disappeared, and the last trace of tenderness slipped from Qi Tian's face, and the words were not finished, and the hand was too late to hold it.

The grief in his heart was like a tsunami, which overwhelmed everything in Qi Tian's world, and he could only hold Fang Ling'er's body and wail helplessly.

Seeing Fang Ling'er die, the owner of the light-clothed building couldn't help but clench his fists, for his master, the man who ordered himself to be locked up in the organ city, and was dissatisfied with the man who would never let him out, he hated him even more in his heart, he hated him for not being able to save Fang Ling'er, he hated him for not saving Fang Ling'er.

The Zhongbai Sage turned around and said, "Brother, I think you are suspicious, do you see? It's just a piece of paper, just burn it." ”

"Maybe I'm really thinking too much, but it's a pity that the good medicine embryo." ”

Zhong Bai said: "There are many women like this in the light clothes building, and when this matter is over, it is still inexhaustible." ”

As he spoke, Zhong Bai's hand stretched out, and the Yaoshi Divine Sword shook again, and he was about to slash Qi Tian under the sword.

Qi Tian hugged Fang Ling'er, mourning more than his heart died, at this time he was immersed in Fang Ling'er's incense and jade death, as if the whole world had been connected to him, even if he still had a dazzling giant sword hanging over his head.

A wisp of fragrant soul, touching the heavens and the earth, always love to play with people's hearts, seems to have been deeply touched, and a light rain gradually fell in the sky, landing silently.

Qi Tian's ears still echoed the last words Fang Ling'er had said to her, and the sound and smile were still in front of him, but the person in his arms was gradually cold.

It's not just people who are cold, but also the mountain wind that keeps blowing back and forth in the hollow valley, the freezing cold goes deep into the bone marrow, and the weather that was quite sunny just now is actually because of a light rain, which makes people feel like they are in the cold winter wax moon.

The drizzle flowed on Fang Ling'er's pale face, slowly giving birth to a thin piece of ice, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Ling'er's entire body was frozen.

The Bo Bai Sage suddenly said loudly: "This rain is wrong!"

Zhongbai Sage's sword swinging hand kept trembling: "It's really wrong, I can't swing the world now!"

When the saint raised his eyes, he only saw the suspension in the air, and could only see the slightest sign of struggle.

The master bedroom of the light coat building was in the freezing rain, a pair of eyes full of disbelief, he was very familiar with this cold rain, when he was imprisoned in the organ city, it also rained, he clearly remembered, only when that person was going to appear, the world would have such a strange rain.

The owner of the light-clothed building looked at the sky, and a question kept bumping into him in his heart: "Is it really him!"