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Qingluan finally arrived at Tianlan Temple.

But her steps hesitated at this moment.

The edict of the Star Pavilion came again.

It was an edict of few numbers, not much different from previous edicts.

But Qingluan's heart became heavier and heavier because of these few numbers.

The edict reads like this: "The soul is buried, and the ghost returns."

Its meaning is also very simple, if there is no way to hurt the sky, its soul should be destroyed, and if the ghost has a way, its soul should be returned.

Qingluan knew very well the weight of that swordsman in Su Chang'an's heart, so she inevitably became hesitant.

Mo Tingyu and Yuheng were sent, although they still made Su Changan feel a little uncomfortable, but they were in line with the avenue, no matter what, at least their heroic souls were still alive.

But Chu Xifeng is a burial!

Although it is also in line with the Dao, but this Dao is the Dao of Xingchen Pavilion, Qingluan has reason to believe that with Su Changan's temperament, he should not like this Dao too much.

Qingluan didn't want to do something like this that would make him unhappy.

But she first broke the rules, killed Ma Anyan, and then Ziwei Xing's heroic soul fled. If she is letting the natural injury go unchecked, then the next person she will be buried may be herself.

This is the truth of the Star Pavilion.

If you don't bury anyone, you bury yourself.

And just as she hesitated, a voice rang out.

Then, a sword light also lit up at that time.

It is a sword light composed of many knives, or it is a sword light that many people entrust their sword intent to one person, and then that person carries this sword intent, and cuts out the sword light.

And the person who inspires such a knife intent is a real knife master.

Even if Qingluan didn't see that group of people, he felt these things from the sword intent in the sky.

Because those who emit these sword intents, their cultivation is strong and weak, the strong have already asked, and the weak look at Taiyi Fanchen. But without exception, the sword intent they emitted was so fierce, resolute, and murderous.

And only a real swordsman can send out such a knife intent.

Qingluan raised his head at that moment, and in the dark clouds, in the rainstorm, there were two stars in the sky.

She felt a little sad inexplicably, she knew that this might be the last light of these two stars scattered to this heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, she sighed, and finally stepped on the stream where blood and water converged and walked in the direction of Tianlanyuan.

But when Chu Xifeng came with that resolute sword intent, Xiahou Yuan's body was almost subconsciously about to retreat.

This knife, he had seen before.

The group of swordsmen for a hundred years said this, and resolutely slashed out one knife after another, taking off one head after another.

He was in trepidation at these words.

But just as his body was about to retreat, a touch of other thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

He is no longer the Xiahou Yuan he used to be, he has a divine blood body, and the power in his body now is majestic, so majestic that even he doesn't know what kind of point it has reached.

And in the same way, he paid too much to end this century-old nightmare.

He couldn't accept the heavy price of those things, but he accepted it anyway.

But if this is the case, he still chooses to escape, then even if he survives by luck, in the future, even until the day his soul returns to the sea of stars, he will always live in the shadow of this swordsman.

He didn't want to!

He's already paid enough for it!

He didn't want to run away!

It was only at this time that the eyes of the Great Wei Ying King finally showed a hint of determination.

He roared, the black qi and evil power around him surged, and the evil ghosts behind him whimpered. The dark purple light on his ghost-headed broadsword was flourishing, and he greeted it with this murderous intent.

And Chu Xifeng's knife also arrived as scheduled at this moment.

It was only then that he finally saw what the knife that had taken off his brother's head a hundred years ago looked like.

As a swordsman who has used knives for hundreds of years, Xiahou Yuan has to admit that it is a very beautiful knife.

The blade is snow-white, and the knife is full of intent.

The person who wields a knife is also a very sharp swordsman.

The corners of his eyes are scarlet, and his face is hideous.

And when such a knife meets such a swordsman, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a perfect match.

So this slash can naturally be called an amazing slash.

That slash shook the mountains, and forgot to die.

Xiahou Yuan quickly made up his mind with a conclusion.

He couldn't take the knife.

It's not that his spiritual power is not as strong as him, and it's not that his sword path is not as advanced as his.

It's his heart, which is not as ruthless as him.

He finally understood why more than a dozen stars joined forces in that court for a hundred years, but they still couldn't take Chu Xiaohan's knife.

Because they weren't ruthless enough.

At that time, the world was unified, and the four seas were subjugated.

The stars who once fought the world and became bloodied are now wolves.

There are great times for them to waste, and there are a lot of beauties waiting for them to be lucky.

How can they be willing to die? How can they die?

But Chu Xiaohan was different, Jianye's 230,000 civilians were slaughtered by him and Xiahou.

Great Wei regarded him as a vassal, and Jiangdong regarded him as a traitor.

He had nothing, so he forgot to die.

This truth is naturally known to him for half his life, but he doesn't want this truth to be equally applicable to swordsmen.

At that moment, he finally came to his senses.

And he finally found a way to crack the knife, and it was the only way he could think of.

So, he erected the blade of the knife that he was about to resist across his chest, and then the blade turned and stabbed straight towards Chu Xifeng's chest.

Flutter!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh sounded.

Chu Xifeng's knife slashed into his chest without any suspense, and a golden blood gushed out at that time.

At that time, his heart was directly shattered by Chu Xifeng's knife, and from that moment on, he was cut off, even if he had the divine blood to protect his body, he knew that he had no possibility of resurrection.

But he didn't care about it, and the corners of his mouth even showed a smile at this moment.

Because his knife also pierced Chu Xifeng's heart at this moment.

That's what he came up with.

The knife of the Chu family, forgetting life and death, as the world says, the knife is not returned.

There is only one way to break this knife - to fight for your life.

At this moment, there was a burst of exclamation on the field, and the bodies of the two swordsmen suddenly fell to the ground at this time.

He looked at this descendant of the Chu family, this young star. And the young star-dead was looking at him.

To his surprise, there was not the slightest surprise in the young swordsman's eyes.

This surprised Xiahou Yuan a little, but he soon figured it out again.

If you don't have the consciousness of death before the sword, how can you cut such a knife?

But he laughed anyway.

He looked at Chu Xifeng and said, "I won." ”

"I can go to that sea of stars, and you can only be buried in nothingness by the undertaker. ”

And at this moment, a cyan figure stepped through the rain curtain and walked in front of the two.