Fight!

In a situation where there is no way back, the only thing that can be possessed is the determination to die and live again.

Halal gritted his teeth, eliminated all distracting thoughts, and urged the spiritual power of his whole body to pour into the Xuan Snake Sword in his hand, and for a while he saw the waves surging, as if a black water Xuan Snake rose in the vast ocean, making waves, fighting in the sky, and the momentum was unbearable.

"You are decided, the grade of the weapon is definitely not something that can be ignored by just shouting a few words, and today I will teach you a lesson. ”

The victory or defeat is all bet on this sword, Qingding naturally did not dare to be careless, and did his best, but seeing the flames on the fire crow sword soaring into the air, filled with a blazing power of burning mountains and boiling the sea, a golden red fire crow was faintly seen rising into the air, swimming in the endless sea of fire, swooping down to hunt for food, with a sense of oppression that the sky was falling, and pounced on the black water snake.

In terms of momentum and power, the Fire Raven Sword is better than the Xuan Snake Sword, this is the gap between the top grade and the middle grade, just like a goose egg and a pigeon egg are the same size, there is no suspense at all. But......

"Qiang ......"

Under the violent collision of the two phases, the sparks and the waves splashed each other, and the halal figure was split and flew out of the ring, and at the same time, a broken sword flew in the air, reflecting the scorching sun at noon, which was extraordinarily bright.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill, and there was a dead silence in the ring, except for the low sound of the sword echoing softly, like a low lament.

Qingyi was like a red-eyed gambler who had lost, and said with a sharp voice: "This is impossible...... , how can it be a fire crow sword......"

Wang Guang couldn't believe it: "Defeated, won, Qing Halal was defeated, but his Xuan Snake Sword was victorious, and the middle grade defeated the top grade, this ...... , which is not ...... common sense"

"Oh my God, I'm not dreaming, how can this be ......"

"It's a good sword!"

A cold voice sounded faintly, instantly suppressing all the voices: "Shijiazhuang's sword-casting skills are really worthy of its reputation, I don't know when my junior brother is free, can you help me cast a sword?"

"Senior Sister Xuyao, the sword is not something that anyone can cast, you need to master more than two kinds of Dao patterns to be eligible for casting, and that kid will master a water-based Dao pattern if he dies, how can he be qualified to cast a sword for Senior Sister. ”

Xugu had a dark face, his eyes were red, as if he was looking at the enemy who did not share the sky, he stared at Tianhe deadly, and said: "What's more, this kid has little time, he will be executed tomorrow, how can he have any time to forge a sword for his senior sister." If the senior sister doesn't dislike it......"

"Hi ......"

Xu Yao sighed lowly, didn't say anything, and directly took off the sword and left.

"It's a pity, such a good swordsmith, why would he be a thief? If he hadn't stolen the Tai Chi battle body of Gou Chen Palace, it would have been a sure thing to become a personal disciple of Yuxun Zhenren with his sword-forging skills. ”

"This is the so-called lesson of blood, you must take it as a warning, don't be lucky, otherwise you will make a mistake and you will never recover!"

"Let's go, there's nothing to see, the sword conference will start in more than three months, and if you perform well, maybe you can be assigned to practice near the spiritual spring." ”

"Senior Brother Qinghe, really, really won......"

Halal grinned and got up from the ground, looking at the long sword in his hand with ecstaty, he never thought that one day he would be able to have a sharp weapon to defeat the top grade, until he saw the broken sword of the fire crow that fell near him, he finally confirmed that he was not dreaming.

"It's just a sharp weapon, what's all the fuss about, if I have enough time, I'll be able to forge it...... Hey, forget it!"

Tianhe turned around, sighed and walked back, today is the next day, maybe tomorrow is his own death, no matter what bold words and ambitions are just flowers in the water, dreams are in vain.

Back to Zizhu Peak, Tianhe has been staring at the forge in a daze, and thousands of complicated thoughts flashed in his heart, including the helplessness of the ill-fated fate, and the unwillingness to realize the last wishes of the clansmen, and the struggle between life and death and faithfulness.

"In your mind, which is more important, life, faith, and pursuit?"

I don't know how long later, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind me, as if the speaker had a copper coin in his mouth, so that the voice had a metallic sharpness.

Tianhe came back to his senses, and then he suddenly realized that the sky had completely darkened, and the whole bamboo forest fell into a strange silence, without the birds and insects of the past, and even the quiet and dry disappeared.

"Who are you? ...... Descendants of the White People!"

Tianhe suddenly turned around, staring at the figure standing behind him vigilantly, it was an extremely tall and burly man, his body was even stronger than Tiancang, his complexion was white, as if there was no trace of blood, his fluffy white hair did not rise, flying openly in the moonlight, his eyes and pupils were all white, with a trace of weirdness.

What made Tianhe feel even more hairy was a giant sword on the man's back, although the terrifying giant sword was wrapped with black cloth, but even if he glanced at it from a distance, it still made Tianhe feel very restless, as if there was an irrepressible tyranny and madness surging into his heart, making his eyes gradually stained with blood.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the jade pendant on Tianhe's chest once again emitted a bright light, as if a clear stream spread along his chest, calming down his surging killing intent.

"The name doesn't matter, if you like it, you can call me Shura like everyone else. ”

Shura went straight to the point: "Now can you answer my question? Do you want to keep your life, fulfill the last wish of your clan, and forge a divine weapon that surpasses the Seven Fierce Swords, or do you want to uphold your own faith, bear the name of so-called justice, and let that bad old man in Jitian kill you and end your life meaninglessly?"

"Shura, the Shura of the Jiuli Demon Clan?"

Tianhe stared at the man in front of him in surprise, he didn't expect that the people of the Jiuli Demon Clan would dare to go up to Kunlun Mountain, and what was even more terrifying was that no one in Kunlun Mountain could find out his whereabouts.

"If you choose the former, I can take you away from Kunlun Mountain, those so-called famous and decent people can give you, I can too, Dao Tibetan Immortal Sutra, Tai Chi Battle Body, and even the cultivation secret method of Pupil Technique, as long as you want to have it. There are also a variety of forging materials, which you can get without much effort. ”

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Shura's mouth, and he said with kindness: "And the price of getting this is just to bear the reputation of an evil demon, our Jiuli Demon Clan will not let you do anything against your conscience, the only thing you want is the sword you forged, what do you think of this deal?"

I have to say that the conditions offered by Shura are too tempting, not to mention that Tianhe is now in a dilemma of life and death, even in normal times, he may not be able to resist it.

"By the way, I would like to remind you that the dead old man of Jitian has arrived in Caojia Village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and he will stay in an inn, and he will go up the mountain at dawn tomorrow, and there is not much time for you to think about it. ”