Li Wenshuo tried hard to open his eyes, all around him was blood-red, he groped around, but he couldn't find the sword that accompanied him day and night.

He vaguely saw a dazzling thunder piercing the sky, but he couldn't hear the thunder, and there was only a blank space in his ears, as if all the sounds in the world had been taken away.

After a while, he seemed to wake up at last, and finally remembered that he seemed to have been broken by the butcher's sword move, and fell straight into the canyon that was a thousand feet deep.

But he didn't understand why the butcher didn't kill him, because he was also wounded by his own sword.

Li Wenshuo didn't know that when he fell down from such a high place, the rocks under him were smashed into a big hole, even with his physique, he fell loosely.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but with a deep sense of frustration, he looked up in confusion, and saw the butcher holding a knife, standing still in the air, and above his head was a whole black cloud, like a thick piece of iron, gradually sinking to the ground, as if it had reached the top of the mountain, and in a few moments the whole mountain would have to crush the whole mountain.

In the thunder light, whether it was Tu Linhao or the knife in his hand, it gradually became extremely sacred.

He had never seen this scene before, but it felt extremely familiar.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, his heart was bitter, and his throat was dry as if it was about to smoke. The clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth, mottled with blood, and unkempt.

The most important thing is that his bright eyes seem to have lost their luster at this time. No matter who saw him at this time, they would not believe that he was the world-famous sword immortal Li Wenshuo.

He just stood there quietly, like a plaster sculpture, looking up at the thunder in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Is that what it feels like to lose?

Isn't it true that the loser has nothing to gain in this world?

Now.

Dark clouds covered the heavens and the earth, and I didn't know how long it had been or when it had arrived.

People looked at the person standing in the sky in surprise, their brains were blank, and they never thought that Li Wenshuo would be defeated like this.

Baili Chaohua was silent with a one-armed sword.

Zhang Baoding's expression was complicated, and the flying sword roared.

Liu Shan, who had come all the way, was stunned.

Dugu Qiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, carrying a pot of wine, not knowing whether to drink it or not.

Lao Huang had already figured out the knife.

Luo Jiuyi clenched her fists, but she was a little weak, and the inexplicable sadness enveloped her whole heart, her eyes were black, and she seemed to be unable to stand steady.

But she is not such a fragile person after all, she was once the leader of the Demon Cult, and the ambition in her heart may be silent for a while, but it has never faded.

Hatred is often the thing that can stimulate the power in the human body the most, and she has sworn that if Li Wenshuo dies, she will definitely use Li Wenshuo's sword to kill the butcher with her own hands, no matter how despicable the means.

But the butcher didn't even look at them, he only looked up at the sky, and a plausible smile appeared on his face. As soon as he saw it, the sky was full of dark clouds rolling and thunder.

This thundercloud stirred for tens of thousands of miles, but it was torn open by the butcher's knife.

The inexplicable majesty pressed down from the sky, as if a god was in the world, and the dazzling thunder light gathered, sensationalized, and condensed into a silver heavenly general, wearing dragon armor and holding a purple electric spear.

The heavenly general is three feet tall, and the exploding heavenly thunder jumps on both his face and his armor, which should not be able to see the shape clearly, but it makes the people under the mountain see it clearly.

The delicate face was expressionless, and the eyes were indifferent, but lifelike, clearly the form of thunder and lightning, and like a living creature that once existed in the world.

Those pair of crystal eyes stared at Tu Linhao, and he didn't say a word, only raised the thundering spear in his hand, and the lightning that jumped on the spear connected the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying coercion made all the creatures on the ground feel breathless, as if even their souls were trembling.

But the butcher looked at this god general, just smiled, and said, "You are just a five-spirit form, don't you dare to do something to me?"

The heavenly general did not speak, and responded to him with his own movements, and the purple electric divine spear fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it became the only one between heaven and earth.

The scene in front of him is beyond people's imagination, the thunder condenses into a heavenly general, is this an immortal?

Zhang Zhang, who was watching the battle at close range, felt the kind of coercion that made him have no intention of resisting at all, and was a little excited, although he was still a little worried about Li Wenshuo, but as a cultivator, his yearning for the road of seeking immortals fascinated him even more.

On Wudang Mountain, Zhang Yuanzhi just sighed.

At that moment of lightning, the butcher also struck, and unlike people's imagination, this battle was particularly simple, the butcher knife was raised, and then the knife fell.

And then it's all over.

People's eyes widened, and they looked at the purple lightning gun in disbelief, which was obviously about to penetrate the heavens and the earth, but was cut off by this knife in an instant.

After that, the strength of the knife was still inexhaustible, and the residual momentum was embedded in the perfect face of the heavenly general without a trace of expression, so a crack appeared on the heavenly general's face, like a crack in porcelain.

Heaven and earth are silent.

At the same time, a smile appeared on the butcher's face, and he still held the hilt of the knife in his hand, standing in front of the Celestial General to meet him.

The body of the heavenly general is as high as three zhang, and he is like a giant in front of him, but his attitude is still condescending, and the wrist and waist axis drive the whole body, and with a shout, the heavenly general will be split into an electric snake fleeing all over the sky.

This battle between heaven and man, which seems to have ended with the victory of mankind, is a breeze.

But as many people know, this is just the beginning.

The thunder dissipated, and a golden light appeared in the gap, which was brighter than the sun, and the sky was still full of dark clouds, but at this moment several pillars of light were revealed.

There seemed to be a closed door behind the light. You can even clearly see that there is a sword mark on the door that almost pierces it.

Through the cracks, you can vaguely see the surging thunder behind the door, the golden and black thunder are intertwined, and the only trace of breath emitted is terrifying.

If this thunder does fall to the earth, will it not be the end of the world?

At this time, there was a burst of crazy laughter between heaven and earth, but it was not from the butcher, but from Yin Huai.

This Confucian son born in the pre-Tang Dynasty finally couldn't help it in the face of such a huge excitement, he volleyed up into the air, straight to the sky, regardless of the thunder that was still raging, and threw out a tray engraved with strange patterns in his hand towards the golden light.

The tray flew up in the wind and shattered into countless dusts, but the patterns on it seemed to be engraved in the air and never dissipated.

What is shocking is that the moment this pattern appeared, the golden door in the sky was quiet for a few minutes, and the thunder was still impressive, but there was no longer the original tyranny.

The butcher looked at Yin Huai, who was standing side by side in front of him, and said with a smile: "This is the Great Array of Deception? ”

Yin Huai smiled, the cyan Confucian robe was hunting in the wind, and it was gradually wet with raindrops, but he didn't care, he only said: "Don't worry, this is a good thing said in advance, we will naturally not break our promise, please slaughter you, don't break your word." ”

Hearing this, the butcher smiled, looked indifferent, and said, "It's a pity. ”

"What a pity?"

Yin Huai was stunned.

The butcher put away the knife and said, "It's a pity that I wanted to try what this thunder tribulation that even Shangguan Yu had to do his best to look like. ”