Qiu Xuan's whole body emitted a soft light, and then in the shocked eyes of everyone, it slowly turned into pieces, but he smiled, carrying his best memories, becoming a dim point of light......

"Boom!"

The beam of light was pressed down, except for the third peak, all the peaks collapsed instantly, drowning in a dazzling brilliance, and on the third peak, the beam of light seemed to encounter a layer of transparent obstacles, and it was difficult to fall in the place above the head.

Burial sword, sword for blade, blade for killing, I didn't expect that Qiu Xuan's last style was not killing, but guarding, buried, killing, guarding, and his lover......

Where Qiu Xuan dissipated, I saw a phantom, at that time, Qiu Xuan's life soul, before I had time to think about it, my life soul suddenly appeared, opened my mouth and sucked Qiu Xuan's life soul into my abdomen, and cultivated it with Sha Ying's life soul.

The moment Qiu Xuan's soul was inhaled, a picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, but on the bluestone road, a woman who could be said to be a peerless city, with a weak face clinging to the brush, concentrating on what to paint, the light of the morning light was very soft, with a slight coldness, the woman couldn't help but tremble, put her cold hands in front of her mouth, breathed softly, slightly warm, and then continued to hold the pen, slowly drawing, the maple leaves in front of her floated down, scattered and scattered, disturbed, fell on the ground, and also fell on the woman......

Behind him, a slender and extremely handsome man looked at the woman from behind lovingly, stepped forward quietly, and put on a not gorgeous coat for the woman. The woman looked back, smiled, and gently leaned on the man's shoulder, revealing the picture scroll in front of her.

In the painting, it is also this scene, the maple leaves are scattered, the morning light is gradually whitening, and at the end of the Qianmo path, there is a small thatched hut, the smoke curls up, a piece of peace, like a scene outside the world, not stained with wind and dust. In front of the house, there were two figures leaning against each other, although they were coarse linen shirts, they couldn't hide the dusty atmosphere, but the two figures had no faces, and the woman hadn't had time to ......

The picture turned, but the man's eyes were blood-red, his face was full of violence, and the long sword in his hand actually penetrated the woman's chest! The blood dripping from the corner of the woman's mouth was not pain, hatred, or sadness in her eyes, but a kind of softness, a kind of love and pity...... With trembling hands, he caressed the man's face, and the blood red in the man's eyes faded, but he found that there was such a picture in front of him, and the despair and pain in his eyes were indescribable. And that picture, stained with blood, bit by bit, fell on the unsketched face, extremely eye-catching, extremely sad, and the breeze blew a flaming red maple leaf......

The picture was shattered, and a scene appeared again, but it was the man's long hair scattered, muddy, in front of the woman's newly erected grave, as if there was no soul, one by one, with already bloodied hands, clasping the drizzle-soaked land, after a while, dug out a pit that was not very big, slowly pulled out the sword, wiped it in the palm of his hand, blood poured on it, and then put the sword into the pit in front of the grave, and buried it......

This handsome man is Qiu Xuan, that beautiful woman, should be the Fu'er he said, combined with the conversation between him and Qiu Xi before, the outline of the whole story is already very obvious, it turns out that this is the truth, the reason for Qiu Xuan's hatred for Qiu Xi.

I didn't expect that in order to accept Qiu Xuan as an apprentice, Qiu Xi would design to make him go mad and carve the pain in his heart that can never be erased!

Burial of the sword, burial of the sword, Qiu Xuan may have promised the woman, buried the sword, buried the blood, and went to live the bitter but sweet life together, but he didn't expect that it ushered in such a tragic ending.

Qiu Xuan himself only has the False Heaven Realm, in this battle, there are many variables, the strong have emerged, the strength of the Firmament Sect is three points stronger than I imagined, with the strength of the False Heaven Realm, it can't control the battle situation at all, maybe he also knows, so, he chose the most extreme method.

The black silk turned into silver hair, obviously only the false heaven realm but exuded such a powerful aura, injured but bloodless, the endless silver silk fell and dissipated, thousands of sword qi waved out, not dissipated but returned to itself, even the body was scattered under the condition of serious injury, and even completely unafraid of the impact of the Qiu Xi clone on the mood, and so on, it only explained one fact, that is, Qiu Xuan had refined himself into a sword qi!

He told me before that Qiu Xi and Ling Xuan were making a plot, which should be to seize the power of Xuan Daozi, the ancestor of the Firmament Sect, and use it for his own use, if he wants to kill Qiu Xi, he must be able to have the strength to overpower Xuan Daozi, in order to pursue this power, Qiu Xuan gave up everything, even if he doesn't die in this battle, he won't live long at all.

Looking at the place where Qiu Xuan dissipated, my heart was complicated, for Qiu Xuan, I didn't know whether to admire or regret, I used to think that we were not the kind of people who could be friends, but in this battle, I really wanted to be friends with him, but now, Ah Hu is gone, Qiu Xuan is also gone, this layer of canopy may not be able to block the mysterious beam, perhaps, this will be the last battle of my life, in this third peak, this is the end of everything......

"Click!"

In the sky, a crack slowly extended under that beam of light, densely packed, covering the entire sky, and there seemed to be a light sigh, with regret and regret, Qiu Xuan's defense laid with his life was shattered.

"Boom!"

A strong and dazzling light sprinkled, I glanced at the sleeping Lan Yun, gritted my teeth and opened my mouth to spew out a large cloud of Dan Qi on the fire dragon, the fire dragon suddenly roared, the flames were sheng, and there was a faint trace of silver light, as cold as a sword......

......

Slowly waking up, I wanted to stand up, but my body was too heavy, so I could only lie on the ground and gasp, and finally swallowed a pill and slowly recovered. Beside them, Zou Ruizhi and Shen Tianlan were all scorched black, but they still had a breath of air, and under them, Lan Yun, who was safe and sound, was pressed.

I don't remember what happened, I can only vaguely remember that the beam of light came and the dragon formed by my eighteen-style coiling dragon knife didn't last long, and then it dissipated with a wail, and then I flew up above Shen Tianlan and them, and then my mind was in chaos, and I didn't know what it was.

What about the "evil"? Did it come out after I lost consciousness? The people lying around me were all scorched black, so why did I have nothing to do?

Before I had time to think about this, I fell into a burst of resentment, because Qiu Xi, who was in the center of the altar at this moment, actually stood up slowly, and after tearing off a tattered armor on his body, he looked around bare-chested, and laughed unscrupulously.

That's right, it was this armor that saved his life, no wonder he dared to launch this formation that would end up together.

Slowly, another figure also staggered to his feet, and I turned my head to look at it, and after carefully identifying it for a while, I realized that it was Qiu Hong.

At this moment, Qiu Hong has long lost the handsome face of the year, and he is skinny, with some strips of cloth hanging in tatters all over his body, he looks like a mortal old man of sixty or seventy years old, if it weren't for the fact that there is still a little bit of black gas on his body, I don't dare to confirm that this is Qiu Hong.

Qiu Hong also hated Qiu Xi very much, and at this moment, seeing that Qiu Xi was not dead, his face was already full of murder and anger, and he screamed and flew towards Qiu Xi to kill.

Seeing that Qiu Hong was not dead, Qiu Xi was also extremely surprised, seeing Qiu Hong killing, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, but he immediately put on a posture, and was already ready for a vicious fight. Who knew that when Qiu Hong was in mid-air, he fell to the ground with a scream of "ah", but saw that his face was sometimes painful and sometimes hideous.

Qiu Hong covered his head in pain, staggered like madness, and shouted in his mouth: "Ahhhh

Suddenly, his face turned hideous, and he sneered: "Kill me?" Now, I am you, you are me, we share the same body, kill me, and you will die!"

"It must be you!

"Of course, you think I don't know that you're cultivating Wuji*?

"I'm going to swallow you, I will!"

Qiu Hong was talking to himself, suddenly sneering and roaring, but it was because the demon cultivator had been using Qiu Hong all along, and this time it must have been because Qiu Hong's vitality was greatly damaged, so he came out to compete with Qiu Hong for the control of the body.

Seeing Qiu Hong struggle to fly away from here and disappear, Qiu Xi showed a trace of surprise on his face, and then laughed happily, laughing and coughing violently, but he pulled the injury and hurriedly crossed his knees to breathe.

I also regained a little strength at this moment, struggling to get up, but the Falling Star Sword in my hand was extremely heavy, I tried several times and didn't lift it, so I threw it on the ground, limping towards the autumn sunset.

Seeing that I wasn't dead, Qiu Xi was obviously stunned, but before she had time to be surprised, I had already used the last trace of strength to fly and punch him in the chest.

This time my strength was extremely weak, but he was also very weak, and with my punch, he flew out of the distance, spurting out a mouthful of blood, with a trace of fear in his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Zhang Fugui, you really want to kill the old man!"

"Nonsense!" I staggered towards him, "I do so many things for the purpose of killing you......"

"Hahahaha, so that you don't die, it seems that it is the will of God, it is the will of God, Zhang Fugui, even if the old man dies, it will not make you feel better!"

"Hehe," I sneered, staggering, the elixir I had swallowed before had already played a role again, and my body was warm, and I began to regain a trace of strength again, "You have become like this, what strength do you have to make me feel bad?"

Qiu Xi struggled to lean against a stone, panting, the bare skin on his body was scratched by the gravel, but he didn't realize it, laughed, and said in a mocking tone: "Do you think the old man didn't leave a back hand?

My heart trembled, and I vaguely felt that something bad was wrong, but I couldn't say why, "Hmph, of course, if it weren't for this incident, how could I have done my best to kill you?"

"Hahaha, do you still think that the old man is the murderer of your father's friend?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not!"

My footsteps suddenly stopped, and I trembled and pointed at Qiuxi, "What did you say?"

"Hmph!" Qiu sneered: "The person who killed your father and mother and destroyed your village is not me Qiuxi, nor anyone else, but you, Zhang Fugui!"