As if he was afraid that the lost and recovered spirit jade would slip away again, the demon dragon immediately turned around, ignoring a group of dying Li Hetu, and rushed straight towards Li Canglan, the wind howled, the speed was so fast, the power was so fierce, that the heaven and the earth also changed color.

Looking at the evil dragon that fell from the sky and swooped down, Li Canglan only felt that a heavy pressure like a mountain was overwhelming, and there was nowhere to hide, and he couldn't even move a step sideways.

Are you going to die? The fierce and ferocious face of the evil dragon in the air became closer and closer, as if he could smell the hot dragon breath of the evil dragon, and the sharp claws flashed cold, and the sharpness was incomparable, and it came straight to the jade plate on his chest. Li Canglan didn't have much fear in his heart.

Perhaps separation from one's father is a more terrible thing than death. At this moment, my father was by my side, and my mother was not far away. Even if he is dead, the family should be able to reunite in the Netherworld, right?

Slowly closing his eyes, imagining the family meeting on Huangquan Road, no longer afraid.

There was a loud "boom", the dust was flying, the expected pain did not come as promised, the inevitable blow of the demon dragon was unsuccessful, Li Canglan opened his eyes blankly, only to see a figure covered in blood, but as majestic as a mountain in front of him, it was his father!

The sword of Bilang pointed to the ground, and Bimang won a big victory. Li Hetu's wound was full of blood, gurgling into the sword body, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and this sword was actually a bloodthirsty thing.

Li Hetu tilted his head slightly, leaving only a smiling side face: "Lan'er, you take Lingyu away from here." After speaking, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood. Li Hetu's breath was undiminished, and his clothes and robes were windless, and there was a faint purple cyclone around.

The sky was already dark, and in an instant, there were thunderclouds, and the demon dragon couldn't strike a blow, and roared angrily, and the next round of attacks hit like a whirlwind.

Li Hetu stood still, the blue wave sword heart in his hand moved at will, and a semi-circular arc was slashed from his chest, raising a giant purple sword and slashing towards the demon dragon. The demon dragon was menacing, and he couldn't dodge, but he was slashed by this sword at the waist, and his mountain-like body suddenly flew out upside down.

A large sword mark was left on the scales, and the bones were visible deeply.

One blow was successful, but there was no blood on Li He's surface, the left hand was sealed, the right hand was pointing to the sky, and the words "blood is the medium, flesh and bone are the support." I sacrifice my soul, and the sword is used. ”

Blood gushed like a spring, the blue sword body of the blue wave sword was submerged in blood in an instant, Li Hetu held the blood sword in his hand, and stabbed straight towards the evil dragon. Seeing that this situation was not right, the demon dragon turned his head to dodge, but it was not as fast as this ethereal sword.

The sword to, thundering, and the heavenly thunder was like a divine punishment that landed above the nine heavens, hitting directly on the sword body. There was a loud "boom", and Li Hetu and the evil dragon were drowned in the thunder in the sky.

Li Canglan's heart was like a knife, and tears fell together with the torrential rain. The desperate cries of the children, in the midst of this earth-shattering thunder, seemed too light and too light.

The thunder gradually subsided, and after the electric light in the sky, on the ground, there stood the blue lightsaber, but next to the sword, the figure in the memory was no longer visible.

Li Hetu will never have the opportunity to tell his son in person. The sword of this world, and the third kind of soul, that is, to sacrifice oneself and become the soul of that sword for the rest of the world.

This is what he realized the moment when the dragon's claws threatened his beloved. He finally forged the first and only sword in the world. His sword-forging journey was finally completed, he had fulfilled his life's long-cherished wish, and he had done it. It's a pity that he doesn't know how to comfort the desperate, sad child in front of him.

The blue wave sword emitted a faint warm light, which may be his last tenderness and apology.

Li Canglan staggered to the front of the sword body step by step, the rain was so heavy that it drenched his hair, and the muddy ground was full of potholes left by the thunderbolt falling, and it was difficult to move an inch. The smell of earth came, as it had been before, like the rain many years ago.

It's just that no one will carry him on his back again, braving the rain, and walking through the familiar mountain paths.

The evil dragon seemed to feel the approach of the spirit jade, and once again opened his blood-red, cloudy eyes. It wasn't dead yet, and although the dragon scales around it had long been torn apart by the thunderbolt blast, and scarlet and bright blood were constantly flowing, it did still have a breath of air.

It was unwilling, and it couldn't believe that it had cultivated for thousands of years, and once it turned into a dragon, it was still defeated by that humble ant. Even if the ant paid for his life, it was unacceptable. It let out a low roar and slowly propped itself up.

Lingyu, yes, Lingyu is still there. As long as you get back the other half of the spirit jade, it won't die.

The fierce and greedy gaze shot out from the blood-red eyes again, and as it moved, gurgling blood burst out again from the scales around it that had been shattered by the thunder, but it had long since ignored it, it only had the spirit jade in its eyes, as long as it recaptured the spirit jade, it could continue to live.

Feeling the greed and hatred revealed in the fierce eyes, Li Canglan was unmoved, and in the mud, he snorted three times at the shining sword in front of him, muddy water, rain mixed with tears, which had already blurred the child's delicate face.

Li Canglan got up slowly, pulled out the blue wave sword that plunged straight into the ground, in his mind, the sword moves that he dreamed of day and night, but the chaotic sword move suddenly became clear, and the jade plate on his chest that his father personally hung that day was endless, transmitting true qi to the dantian.

The Bilang Sword in his hand was clenched, and the demon dragon had once again soared into the air, ready to attack.

The dragon's teeth approached again, and the demon's mortal blow was even more decisive and ferocious than the previous one. At this moment, there was no longer that majestic figure in front of him, and Li Canglan did not close his eyes again.

The true power in the dantian continued to accumulate, and the sword shadows in his mind swept away. Li Canglan only felt that his dantian and his head were about to explode. He could only hold the sword in his hand, just as he used to hold his father's hand. Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear to cheer, it was his father's voice!

Li Canglan didn't hesitate anymore, the blue wave sword in his hand was monstrous, and the accumulated true power poured out, and a "single sword momentum" stabbed straight into the air, ushering in the dragon's head.

Suddenly, Li Canglan could no longer hear the sound of the wind and the rain. This sword went straight into the mouth of the demon dragon, and came out through the brain, and the hideous and terrifying dragon head was suddenly divided into two halves, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

A sword, slay the dragon.

Among the scattered keels, a milky white glowing thing flew slowly, impartial, just spliced on the jade plate on Li Canglan's chest, and the original damaged jade plate was complete in an instant.

Li Canglan spat out a mouthful of blood, only to feel a sharp pain from the dantian, and he couldn't support it anymore, and fell leisurely in the rain curtain in the sky.