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In the past, the holy land of Buddhism has now become a place where close friends fight and die.

The scorched earth is burned, the old love is like a dream, the righteous words are broken, the love is difficult to look back, the rain is pouring, and people are speechless and desolate at this moment.

"Demon Moon!!"

"Plum Soul Burial Moon!!"

Rain, mio, sword, sparkling, sword shadow fluttering, swinging sonorous, battle is no regrets, but the heart is uncertain.

Unforgettable confidant, unforgettable name-giving, the only friend in this life, but has become an enemy, the most extreme enemy!

Unspeakable regrets, emotions that cannot be vented, only to lift the sword to sweep the rain and kill, the sword evil condenses the horizontal sword into the body and kills, the sword of the human evil defense The curved sword body shows the advantage of its offensive, the fierce momentum, the human evil strictly abides by the rules and regulations, and when the sword evil sword is old, immediately release the sword body, and defend as an attack.

"Boom!!"

Under the night sky of thunder and lightning, the rain obscured the sight of the two, and between the back and forth, the sharp edge of the sword was close to the sword, which increased the danger of danger, and the slightest moment of negligence became the soul of the sword.

"Red Lotus Fury!!"

"Thin Red Plum!!"

The trick is opposite, the sword blade that penetrates the rain is the two people who kill the red eyes, it is the stare of life, and it is the forced gaze of redemption.

The fierce fire, the fierce conflict of ice and fire, melted the sudden ice and snow, and poured it into a torrential downpour. The holy sword killing commandment is held in the clutches of the devil, although each sword is very mysterious, but it is restrained by the attribute of the holy weapon, and it is rare for the Buddha to swallow the boy for a while.

On the other hand, the sword and snow are nameless, and the sword of the Qingsheng in his hand is common to himself. The outer Buddha and the inner demon make it like an arm, and it is sharp and unstoppable for a while.

However, as the god of war in the alien demon realm, the Buddha Swallowing Boy is a demon who can barely maintain the situation even if he is no longer at his peak, and he is well versed in the art of mental warfare.

At the time of the fierce battle, the figure of the Buddha swallowing boy suddenly changed, and he resumed the appearance of a sword sealing Zen, and when the sword evil saw this, his heart suddenly trembled, and the sword momentum couldn't help but slow down by three points.

Suddenly, the figure of the Buddha swallowing boy recovered, only in an instant, at the moment when the sword evil mind was disordered, the killing commandment broke through the wind and slashed, the dark green figure was distracted for a while, and it was too late to dodge, the two figures staggered, and the killing commandment had already swept over the elbow, cutting through the dark green suit, leaving a striking blood mark.

The sudden pain made the consciousness of the sword evil completely awake in an instant, the elbow was traumatized, and the backhand was a sword, but the sword shadow in the rain was shaking, and the cold light shone on the eyes, and the Buddha swallowing boy was weaker after all, and in an instant, a sword in the body, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Ignoring the wounds on his body, the Buddha Swallowing Boy spoke in battle, "Is your killing intent firm enough?" ”

The friendship of the past does not allow the evil demon to blaspheme, the sword evil has a bad eye, and the sword is even more urgent: "You are not qualified to call me like this." ”

"Oh, can a sword seal Zen summon call you Jianxue? Aren't I him, Jianxue. ”

"You're worthy, aren't you?"

"What a sour sentence, what can you do?" hahaha......" The Buddha swallowing boy laughed loudly, his figure changed into an evil appearance, and in the loud laughter, the killing sword went sideways, although it was an evil face, but the posture of swallowing Buddha became more and more fierce.

The fleeting change of appearance is a stimulus that is more blasphemous than words, and the already unclear mood adds to the irritation and disorder, the sword dance is sharp, and the sword evil has no reservations. The sword, faster, more desperate, move, more ruthless, more powerful, the Buddhist holy weapon shows the power of incompatibility, and rushes wave after wave of extreme attacks towards the demon in front of you!

"Heart-Eater!!"

"Snow Sword Dance!!"

The cold ice skill asana penetrates the power, the dark green figure rotates, the rain curtain around the body hangs upside down, and the water condenses the ice and sharpens the cone, and the momentum is like ten thousand arrows. The Buddha swallowing boy was frightened, but his hands were not slow, the red mangs above the killing commandment were even hotter, and the demonic fire around his body was blazing, pressing all around.

The magic fire and the ice clash violently, the double swords kill in the wind, the sword leads the air flow to explode, agile and vertical, and the Buddhist holy weapons continue to collide, and the figure is indistinguishable for a while, the sword shadow is ethereal, and the air flow goes sideways.

Coming and going, walking and chasing, the two Buddhist holy weapons converged and touched each other's vital points before they were close at hand, and they won life and results in danger.

The snow sword dances, fast as starlight, dancing in a chain, swallowing Buddha and evil nightmare domineering like a raging wave, sword snow and ice condensing frost like the tide of the sea, the impact of the trick, the sun destroys the stars and the dark, the extreme moves kill each other, and the ghosts and gods are shocked!

"Boom!!"

The wind and snow of the riot turned into rain under the flames, and it was extremely confusing.

In the chaotic scene, the bright red demon shadow let out a charming smile, and the dark green demon fetus was silent, silent, and the sword was sharp, which strengthened the determination to kill, and it was also the yearning for opening up the future.

The injuries increased as the situation continued, and the situation between the two who fought hard to kill each other became more and more stalemate, and inexplicably, the killing commandment gradually became dim, and there was a slight crack. On the other hand, the lotus in Jian Xue's hand is more and more sharp, and the power of the move is doubled, the battle situation is in a tug-of-war, the timing is shifted, and the Buddha swallowing boy falls into a more unfavorable disadvantage.

Life and death under the sword, looking back, there is no way back, old love and hatred, and the past is forgotten.

"Do you believe in the destiny of heaven? "The more unfavorable the situation, the heavier the scheming demon becomes, and the offensive of words is a measure of people's hearts, and it is also a question and test of people's hearts.

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter to you, it doesn't mean anything to me, the last sword, the love and hatred are empty, and the swordsman has no regrets. Jian Xue said coldly, but her heart trembled slightly, and she knew that it was inappropriate, so she decided to solve it quickly.

"Xue Yi Bingfeng!!"

The sword has no regrets, the road of love and righteousness does not return, the mind is blank, and the last sword is the last happy liberation, and it is the strongest sword in this life.

Seeing this move coming head-on, the Buddha swallowing boy was expressionless, with a treacherous look in his eyes, and the demon fire around his body waved, and he made a great move.

"It's cold!!"

The strongest move is facing head-on, and it is even more dangerous in the surging situation, and in the midst of the sword shadows, only a crisp sound is heard, but it is the sword that breaks the sky and kills the commandment. The Buddhist holy weapon is unstoppable, and it has no body.

Suddenly, the sword stopped, the sword stopped, the blood red splashed, and the scene of the sword evil crying without tears appeared, and the blade of the holy sword of Buddhism did not enter the chest of the friend, the heart was in severe pain, the hand was trembling slightly, and the eyes could not be moved.

The hot blood dripped down the sword body, hurting the body of this sword sealant, and burning Jian Xue's soul even more. The scene of his friend's dying came into view, and Jian Xue's belief that he thought was firm collapsed silently at this moment, it turned out that his firmness had never been there from the beginning.

Don't let him shake your determination, don't let him influence your judgment...... You are determined enough to save you and him. ”

Suddenly, the words of the sword monk Xuanlian's solemn advice echoed in his mind, and his eyes swept away the figure who fell to the ground on his back, his heart was awake, and his hand had been stretched out, hugging the waist of his best friend.

"Jian Xue, it's okay, this way, it's finally over, don't be sad, the person I don't want to hurt the most is you, my friend. The smile on his face, the cold heart of Jian Xue, and the overlapping grief and insoluble grief, but it turned out that the best of both worlds never existed.

"A sword seals Zen. Jian Xue held on to a sword and tried to save it.

Yijian Feng Chan smiled miserably, and stretched out his hand to stop: "Jian Xue, happy for me, I finally control my future." ”

Jian Xue persuaded: "A sword seals Zen, and only by living and enjoying can there be a future." ”

Yijian Feng Chan shook his head with all his might, and his voice became lower and lower: "I hope to ...... in the next life"

"Don't talk about the next life, your present life is not over yet, get up! I will heal you, I will find someone to heal you. With the sound of Li Shidao's astonishing ability to heal himself in his head, Jian Xue hurriedly turned around, wanting to carry a sword seal on his back.

"Silly Jianxue, I lied to you. The words fell, and at the same time came a sharp pain from the heart, unexpected, but without the shock of the heart.

"The path of forgiveness has begun!"

The figure instantly switched to a Buddha swallowing boy, and the sword in his hand sank into Jian Xue's heart, passing through his body, ruthlessly swords, completely cutting off his life.

Unwilling, in an instant, deception, it turns out that the last bit of hope is a dream. Jian Xue turned around, her clear and clear eyes, there was no unwilling pathos, and there was no catharsis of resentment, only a sigh of regret, and the figure chasing away had no nostalgia, maybe regrets, worries, and uneasiness, but only no regrets.

The Buddha swallowing boy was speechless and faceless, and he also silently looked at the sword and snow nameless in the rapid passing of life.

Defeating the strong with the weak and making up for the gap in combat power with scheming, this should have been a beautiful victory, and it should have been a result worth rejoicing, but why, I smelled the cold plum fragrance in my nose, and my heart was in turmoil that I had never had?

The ruthless demon suddenly had a demon obstacle at this moment, and the sudden sadness was uncontrollable, which made the victorious demon suddenly feel that victory lost several points of rare fun.

The fire in the snow, the water is silent, the best friends are opposite, it is already a dead farewell, and the sad and strange picture is two strange demons who are quietly looking at each other.

Friendship may not exist from the beginning, perhaps, persistence is the cause of failure from the beginning!

After an inexplicable moment of distraction, the ruthless demon finally came back to his senses, and a gentle but cruel smile slowly emerged.

"Silly Sword Snow, remember this lesson in the next life!" In a merciless whisper, the figure in the red and white battle suit resolutely pulled out the broken sword, and the blood of the demon fetus suddenly gushed out from the chest of the dark green figure, and the remnants of the fire and snow were frozen into a desperate beauty.

"Whoa!!"

The gushing blood did not reach the ground, and the alien demon realm that had already untied the triangular seal and sensed the death of the demon fetus immediately derived an inexplicable suction force from the strange spatial crack, and suddenly saw the blood of the demon fetus that had not yet landed in the air, and flew straight into the sky.

Jian Xue fell.

Glancing deeply at the sword snow that had been cut off from life, the pale-faced demon carried out the original mission, raised the remaining strength, and flew quickly, chasing the demon blood flying in the air, to the realm where the Xenomorphic Demon Realm was about to appear in the realm of suffering.

The blood of the demon fetus will open the path of forgiveness, and a strange vision of the burning sky will soon appear in the sky, blooming with astonishing brilliance.

"Without the steadfastness of you, are you willing to end up today? Maybe everything is already doomed......

The silent Dingzen Tian slowly walked into a person, the hanging wine jug, the gently swaying feather fan, the precept-breaking monk sighed and walked to the corpse of Jian Xue, took away the holy sword of Buddhism, and leaned over to pick up the unconscious corpse.

"Life is at the end, and death is the beginning of reincarnation. Go to the starting point of everything and wait for a new reincarnation, Jianxue Xiaoyou......" (To be continued.) )