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Chapter 541: The Last Sword God

Bang!

With a loud bang, the enchantment shattered, and countless waves of qi swept out of the ring, thanks to the elders who had previously reminded the stunned onlookers to stay away from the No. 10 ring, everyone was not directly swept away by the huge force that swept across the universe, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even so, there were still hundreds of unlucky righteous demon disciples who were directly blown away by that force, and they didn't know where they flew.

The collapse of the barrier in Ring 10?

Tens of thousands of righteous path disciples in the square closed their mouths in shock, and everyone looked at the frantic turning tornado column, not knowing what was happening.

Yun Qiyou was already in tears at this moment. If it weren't for her dead press, I am afraid that she would have already rushed behind the pillar of wind at this moment.

Feeling the huge sorrow of the Dust Slashing Sword, Yun Qiyou burst into tears at this moment but didn't know it.

The wind pillar lasted for half an hour, and during this time, the fighting methods of the other nine rings actually stopped, and everyone was looking at the wind pillar, but no one knew what was going on inside the wind pillar.

I couldn't see the figures of Ye Xiaochuan and Miaohua, I couldn't see the light of the twin swords, I could only hear the sound like Xuan Thunder vibrating in my ears and roaring in the sky.

Suddenly, in the midst of a loud bang, a desolate voice slowly sounded in the void, and he was singing a heartbroken song.

There is no blade of the sword, the thought of cutting the dust, and the three lives and seven generations are constantly chopping.

Reincarnation is bitter, the face is far away, who is with you on the road to the end of the world.

The beauty has fallen, the flowers are gone, and I only wish to sleep with you.

The heavens are vast, the red dust is noisy, what does immortality have to do with me.

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult?

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult?

A jug of wine......

The singing gradually became quieter, as if with endless attachment, disappearing between heaven and earth.

The wind gradually stopped, the No. 10 ring was already in pieces, and the rocks that were rolled up by the wind pillar fell down with a bang at the moment, and countless people hugged their heads and ran away, avoiding those stones.

When everything was quiet, when the dust and smoke dissipated, Miaohua Xiaoni was already unconscious on the ruins, and the pure jun was quietly inserted upside down in the ruins, and the half of the sword body was connected to the hilt, and it was still shaking.

But Ye Xiaochuan was kneeling on the ruins, holding Wufeng in his right hand, and he was already in tears at this moment, and he was in pain.

"Seniors, seniors......"

He called softly, but the man's voice never came again.

He saw the heroic posture of the invisible sword god, saw how the legendary man looked down on the Three Realms, saw how devastating the sword intent of the wind was, and saw a handsome man in white clothes disappearing little by little in front of him with a final smile.

Ye Xiaochuan was still kneeling in the ruins, he didn't know who won the result of the battle, he only felt that many people rushed to his side, helped himself up, and inserted the bladeless sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

He didn't know how he got back to Boulder. He was like a soulless walking corpse, with a glazed gaze and no color.

Situ Feng is gone, he should have disappeared six thousand years ago.

Except for Ye Xiaochuan, except for Xuan Ying, no one knew that Situ Feng chose the last battle, and ended his last life at the place where Su Qinglian ended.

He is just a wisp of remnant soul, and his soul is incomplete, so Situ Feng doesn't even have a chance to reincarnate, he really disappeared into this universe forever.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't leave his room for two days and two nights, the master had come to see him many times, Yang Shijiu had also seen him many times, Baili Kite, Xiao Chi, and even the demon Xiaofu, Yu Jizi, as well as those uncles and uncles, senior brothers and sisters, familiar and unfamiliar, had come to see him many times in the past two days.

Everyone came, but Yun Qiyou, who lived next door to him and was closest to him, did not come.

In the past two days, the door of Yun Qiyou's room has not been opened once.

It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Ye Xiaochuan's soul came back completely, but he was still lying on the bed, looking at the roof, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Situ Feng's death was a very big blow to Ye Xiaochuan, and the relationship with Situ Feng in his heart was not only a senior, not only a friend, but also a master and apprentice.

What happened in the tornado was only known to him, and he wasn't going to tell anyone.

When Yang Shijiu came to see him again, and after seeing the brilliance in his eyes, he was overjoyed and said, "Senior brother, senior brother......"

Ye Xiaochuan got up and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Pour me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty." ”

Yang Shijiu hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Ye Xiaochuan, and said happily: "Senior brother, you have finally recovered, you have almost scared people to death in the past two days." I'll go and tell Master, Master is so worried about you!"

Ye Xiaochuan rubbed his head, and watched Yang Jiuhuan run out of his room happily, he sighed slightly.

The first to get the news were the disciples who lived in the courtyard, and when they heard that Ye Xiaochuan woke up from the chaos, they all ran in one by one, asking Ye Xiaochuan how his health was, and by the way, he was asking what happened in the No. 10 ring two days ago.

Hearing that Ye Xiaochuan woke up, Yu Jizi and the drunken Taoist came together, and everyone who was originally chattering immediately quieted down.

The drunken Taoist immediately stepped forward and said, "Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan, do you still know the teacher?"

Ye Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, the disciple is fine, the disciple is not filial, which makes the master worried." ”

The drunken Taoist said with tears in his eyes: "It's okay, it's okay." Just get through it. ”

Ye Xiaochuan felt his head groggy, and reached out to rub it again.

Gu Jianchi next to him said to Yu Jizi: "Master, how could Senior Brother Xiaochuan be like this?"

Yu Jizi stroked his long beard, sat on the chair in the room, and did not answer Gu Jianchi's words, but said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Senior nephew Xiaochuan, do you remember what happened in the ring two days ago?"

Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to reveal Situ Feng's affairs, so he shook his head silently and said, "I don't remember, the disciple only feels that his soul is imprisoned, and his body is not under his control." ”

Yu Jizi said: "That's right. ”

The disciples were puzzled.

Yu Jizi explained: "With the cultivation of Xiaochuan and Miaohua, even if they attack with all their might, it is impossible to break the enchantment of the ring, the two forces that destroyed the world in the ring at that time were actually not from the two of them, but from the divine sword in their hands, Wufeng, Chunjun, the sword spirits of these two peerless divine swords temporarily controlled their bodies in the confrontation, this confrontation is very dangerous, it is very easy to damage the soul, Xiaochuan's nephew can wake up is already a blessing, Miaohua is still in a severe coma, I don't know when he will wake up." ”