P.S: After a busy day today, I went back to my hometown Luohe to get my cousin married, and then rushed back non-stop to catch up with the text, and finally caught up. Thank you for the red ticket of the wind love knife and the young man who is not a mother, thank you for the subscription of the worry-free country, and by the way, I also recommend the work of the classmate of the worry-free country "Funeral Ding" is a very good novel, more than 100,000 words. You can wait for fattening and slaughtering.

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Obsessed with the sea of fire, the purple fire is secluded.

The Cangli Divine Sword suddenly slipped from Lin Yizhi's hand and fell on the snow-covered ground, with a crisp sound in his ears, and the blue light was faint, reflecting Lin Yizhi's face on the ground, making his originally pale as paper face also covered with a layer of miserable blue.

Although Lin Yizhi fell to the ground, his consciousness was not completely dissipated, his lips squirmed, and it took a lot of effort to finally say in an extremely weak voice: "Duanmu Ningque, I'm afraid this time...... I can't return this sword to you with my own hands, you just pick it up and complete your mission, it's just ...... You have to remember, don't be merciful this time... Don't let me down!"

Duanmu Ningque's cold expression only showed a moment of hesitation, as if he didn't believe that Lin Yizhi really wanted to die so quickly, but when he saw that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, he relieved himself.

The cold words drifted into Lin Yizhi's ears again with the falling snowflakes: "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a good time this time!"

Duanmu Ningque did not mobilize the Worry Wuji Dao this time, and in the face of Lin Yizhi, who now only had half an inch of energy, she didn't have to make a big deal at all.

Lin Yizhi...... Death to you!" the voice was like a knife, and Ren was not moved at all.

"Good...... Very good!" Lin Yizhi seemed to smile, and then slowly closed his eyes, the only thing he could feel at this moment was his faint heartbeat and the coldness of the snow under him, "I...... Waiting for you!"

Duanmu Ningque looked coldly at the angry young man in front of him, and as he slowly raised his sword-holding arm, the murderous aura in his cold eyes became heavier and heavier, and the murderous aura seemed to make the falling snowflakes feel afraid, and they fell around the blue Cangli Divine Sword one after another.

The snow fell silently, and Lin Yizhi lay there like that, his mind on the verge of dissipation, and he seemed to feel that the sword qi that was condensing on the blue mang divine sword was becoming more and more dangerous.

There was a moment when he seemed to think he should respond, but he just gave up with a gentle movement of his left thumb.

He told himself that now he was facing Duanmu Ningque, although he was wearing a white veil Duanmu Ningque. Therefore, he gave up, he couldn't do anything to this peerless woman who had fought side by side, and who had been desperate to check out those three words in the main hall I didn't believe.

If it weren't for her and him to kill the enemy side by side, if it weren't for those three words, maybe at this moment, he would have been a dry bone in the grave.

This life was hers, but now she just took what belonged to her, even if she was dressed in white today, it was a little cold and too strange.

What's the point of those resistances and fighting back, I have defeated her, and it has taken two hours, Nalan and I cannot escape the burning of the fire, and we have to make her sad, why is it so painful.

In this way, she will be fulfilled!

Lin Yizhi's fist, which was originally about to clench, was completely released again the next moment.

And there he fell, not speaking, not moving, neither sorrow nor joy. If you come to kill, come on!

The dignified and vast sword qi continued to circle and gather on the tip of the Cangli Divine Sword, and the sword qi was completely concentrated on one point, however, it was the most dangerous existence in the world, just with a wave of his hand, he could easily take away a life.

Just when Duanmu Ningque raised the Cangli Divine Sword in such a cold and silent manner, and was about to make a move, suddenly, he only felt that above Lin Yizhi's body, there was a rapid and decisive clear sound, "Qiang-"

The voice was like an immortal soul, a heavy sigh, like an unwilling phoenix, the light cry of nirvana's rebirth.

With this clear sound that pierced the heavens and the earth, a cyan light like electricity appeared in the world. Rushing straight to the top of the clouds, and then above the sky, there were a few sad and majestic sounds, and then the blue light flashed, rushing straight down like a downfall, above the fallen Lin Yizhi, constantly circling and flashing, the blue light was shining, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

It was the Light Trace Immortal Sword.

It turned out that the Light Trace Immortal Sword had the same intention as Lin Yi's mind, and just now it suddenly felt a burst of vast sword qi that made it feel extremely dangerous, and this extremely dangerous sword qi was approaching its master step by step.

Originally, the Light Trace Immortal Sword was suppressed by this sword qi that was many times stronger than his own, and he didn't dare to move, but he felt that the master didn't seem to have the slightest intention of fighting back.

The spirit sword is human, and the light trace fairy sword automatically flew out to Lin Yizhi to warn him desperately. However, after such a toss, it seemed to feel that it was not that its owner did not feel the danger, but that the owner did not seem to think of resisting at all.

Although the sword has a spirit, it is only made of thousands of tempers, how can it understand the human heart in everything? The Light Trace Immortal Sword was a little overwhelmed by this, so he had to circle around Lin Yizhi non-stop, as if he wanted to wake up his master and let him stand up against the enemy.

Lin Yizhi, who was in despair, suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the light trace fairy sword that shone with cyan light, constantly hovering over his head, trembling gently, as if he cared and spoke.

Suddenly, Lin Yi's heart was uncomfortable with a warm impact, and tears suddenly overflowed his eyes. He didn't know the intention of the light marks, but after the fist was clenched repeatedly, it was released again.

He called in a low voice, "Light marks...... Go back!"

At this time, the light mark seemed to have suffered a great grievance, and rose to the sky again, the roaring sound was endless, and the blue light in mid-air won again, and so on again and again, seeing that Lin Yizhi was still unmoved, he had to suspend quietly in front of Lin Yizhi again.

"Light marks...... Go back quickly!"

However, this Light Trace Immortal Sword seemed to have made up its mind to protect its master, even if the sword qi in front of it was extremely dangerous, it didn't seem to care much. Suddenly, the sword body suddenly turned around, and it was aimed straight at the Cangli Divine Sword in Duanmu Ningque's hand.

It's just just half a moment, and the light trace immortal sword shows a weak decline. Suddenly, there sounded a clear sound that seemed to be quite helpless but resolute, the blue light flashed, and with a "bang-" sound, the sword slammed straight into the snow not far from Lin Yizhi, and the sword body shook, causing bursts of snow waves to roll.

The blue light of the Light Trace Immortal Sword suddenly spread out with all its strength, and a faint halo spread from the sword body at an extremely fast speed, completely enveloping Lin Yizhi's entire body.

Look at that posture, but the sword is broken.

Lin Yizhi couldn't have imagined that such a low-key and inconspicuous sword as Ping Suli belonged to the fairy sword, but compared to Senior Brother Zeng's return to the dust, Chu Xiao's quality of conscience was already too much worse.

However, at the moment when he was extremely embarrassed, he was so resolute and determined to guard his side, and on the inconspicuous sword body, there seemed to be an indescribable huge warmth, surging!

Lin Yizhi suddenly smiled sadly and muttered: "Duanmu....... but I don't want to, in this land of a hundred deaths, the sword heart is warm, but the human heart is ...... Cold!"

Duanmu Ningque seemed to completely ignore the existence of the light-mark immortal sword, and said coldly: "What is warm and cold, Lin Yizhi, if you are unwilling to die, you can fight with me!"

Lin Yizhi fell there motionless, not saying a word.

"In this way, you will die!" Duanmu Ningque said, and the sword in his hand was slowly raised again.

All thoughts are lost, and Lin Yizhi's only thought now is to quietly meet this huge death.

Suddenly, an incomparably familiar cold aura poured out from the depths of the already scattered and fragmented divine soul, and then flowed quickly towards Lin Yizhi's seven meridians and eight veins without saying anything.

Lin Yizhi suddenly realized what that cold and familiar aura was, and couldn't help but use all his strength to shout in a hoarse voice: "No...... No, ......"

The voice was hoarse and urgent, with a deep sense of helplessness and despair.

However, that cold aura seemed to completely ignore Lin Yizhi's words, and it was still rampaging through Lin Yizhi's body.

A huge feeling of coldness suddenly rose from the depths of the soul, like a tide, and the feeling seemed to be faster than the purple flames outside.

Lin Yizhi snorted, his soul was already on the verge of dissipation, how could he afford this toss, almost all the meridians on his body had been broken, and this powerful and cold aura seemed to be forcibly passing through every inch of meridians and skin, forcibly matching and connecting every meridian in his body.

The consequence of this is to make Lin Yizhi feel pain that he has never felt before. The feeling of coldness, like suddenly falling into the boundless cold hell, made his blood stop flowing in an instant, and the forcibly connected meridians, with the cold breath of chaos, were constantly reconnected, and then cracked and shattered again. It's like a hundred insects drilling into the body, and a hundred ghosts eating bones, from the soul to the bones, to every inch of skin and hair seems to be forcibly peeled off.

All that was left was a pile of unrecognizable white bones, terrifying.

Rao is Lin Yizhi, who has experienced countless pains, can't bear such a feeling that can't be called pain anymore, Lin Yizhi seems to want to use the Infinite Dao of Separation of Worries to resist this cold aura that is stronger and more intense than ever before, but he found that he couldn't mobilize a trace of the true qi of the Infinite Dao of Separation from Worries at all.

What to do, what to do, this is the sudden eruption of the Demon Destroying Heart without warning, what will this outbreak bring to you?

At that time, his mind and soul are completely out of control, and he may make a move on Duanmu, and it is very likely that he will kill her by mistake, and after killing her, his meridians will already be chaotic and broken, how can he resist the backlash of the Demon Heart, and when the time comes, it will definitely be a bad breath, and the soul will be scattered!

You're a bastard——

Duanmu Ningque had already slowly raised the Cangli Divine Sword, pointing at Lin Yizhi, and the next moment he could take his life, but suddenly he saw Lin Yizhi's vision rise sharply, and the original warm and sad feeling of the whole person suddenly became cold and solemn, as if he had suddenly changed to a person who was just a body, and his soul was completely different.

Just when she was puzzled, Lin Yizhi in front of her suddenly changed sharply again, and the skin of the whole person suddenly continued to gush out to the bone, and then suddenly became transparent, and that kind of transparency could still allow Duanmu Ningque to see all the blood vessels and veins in his body effortlessly.

However, Duanmu Ningque, who was so indifferent, also opened her eyes wide at this moment, and her eyes were extremely surprised, because in front of her eyes, every inch of Lin Yizhi's meridians were quickly torn to pieces at an incredible speed, and then they were instantly reconnected indiscriminately, and the seven meridians and eight veins seemed to be boiling, and in a single breath, there were already thousands of changes. This is not the most appalling, she saw Lin Yizhi's chaotic and broken meridians and blood vessels, which turned blue at some point.

The blue blood veins kept flashing all over his body, and as the blood continued to flow, it looked like there was a thrilling and strange charm.

As the blue color deepened day by day, Lin Yizhi's aura had completely changed, and his body was filled with a monstrous killing and bloodthirst. That most primitive desire and restlessness made Duanmu Ningque take two steps back.

Trembling asked in a trembling voice, "Lin Yizhi...... What tricks are you playing!"

Lin Yizhi seemed to hear Duanmu Ningque's voice, Huo Ran raised his head, which was originally weakly drooping, and the original gray dead air in his eyes was gone, replaced by a kind of arrogance and fanatical killing intent that made people feel palpitations. It seems that a light glance can bring up a surge of blood.

The two eyes, except for the deepest part of the pupil, seemed to be able to catch the original black, and the others were already a cold blue.

The blue eyes are as cold and bloodthirsty as hell.

He stood there, full of slaughter and pride, as if a demon god had been resurrected.

However, there was a sudden trace of painful struggle on his face, and the blue of his eyes seemed to dim a lot in an instant.

Lin Yizhi's mind was chaotic, and suddenly there seemed to be a little clarity from nowhere, and suddenly, he grabbed the purple flame burning violently beside him in pain.

The flames were scorching, but they were far less than the pain he was in now.

Using the last trace of clarity and strength, a hoarse voice like a voice from the ground roared at Duanmu Ningque in front of him as if begging:

"Let's go...... Let's go!"

Duanmu Ningque was completely stunned by this sudden change, even the Cangli Divine Sword that he was holding had forgotten, and slowly hung it in his hand, looking at the sudden change in front of him with some surprise, and there was still a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Boom-" The boundless coldness bombarded Lin Yizhi's last remaining soul from head to toe.

At this moment, the black-clothed young man who was originally as warm as the wind, stubborn, simple and honest was really dead, and the person standing in the purple and faint fire of love obstacles seemed to have stepped on blood to kill, just like the gate of hell suddenly opened, and the ancient demon god stood proudly.

"Kill——! kill-kill ——" A low beast-like roar burst out of Lin Yizhi's mouth.

His figure didn't move, just a cold look, and the next moment he had already come to the light mark fairy sword that was about a foot away from him.

Without hesitation, reach out and hold your sword. The sword is aura.

The Light Trace Immortal Sword let out a long roar, and the faint blue light became incomparably dazzling, and Lin Yizhi's body was like the cold blue of the ground, and in this silent snowfall, two dazzling rainbows rose.

Lin Yizhi lifted the Light Trace Immortal Sword upside down, and stepped into the sky like a god and demon. He glanced at Duanmu Ningque lightly, and there was no longer any emotion, just like looking at an ant waiting to die.

one-step

Two steps. Approaching Duanmu Ningque step by step, each step was like a heavy sigh of death.

The momentum and coercion on his body made Duanmu Ningque not have the slightest sense of resistance at all, only boundless fear and fear remained, that is, he even forgot to turn around and leave, and stood there with a pale face, watching Lin Yizhi, who was like the Nine Heavens Demon God, slowly approaching.

Finally, with only three steps left, Lin Yizhi stopped and stood still, but even so, Duanmu Ningque could clearly feel the bloodthirsty killing intent that emanated from Lin Yizhi's body, which was as cold as a knife and a sword.

He spoke slowly, and his voice seemed to come from the distant netherworld: "Duanmu Ningque...... Die!"

As soon as the words fell, the lightly marked immortal sword had already been raised high by him, and the cyan light was shining brightly, stabbing people's eyes difficult to open.

The bloodthirsty face was slightly hideous.

Duanmu Ningque knew that this sword was something she couldn't take even if she tried her best! Even if she escaped, it would be more powerful than the sky. Because that bloodthirsty murderous aura had completely blocked the path she could leave.

However, at the moment when Lin Yizhi raised the Light Trace Immortal Sword, a trace of confusion and confusion suddenly appeared in his eyes that were originally full of killing and bloodthirsty.

Who is it, flapping its gentle wings and awakening the homeless ghost, and who is it that lights a long lamp that illuminates the direction of the moth to the fire?

In an instant, Lin Yizhi's incomparably blue pupils suddenly shot out two terrifying rays of light, and he seemed to have regained a trace of insignificant sanity in an instant.

A terrible roar, as if it was about to penetrate the boundless sea of purple fire.

"Lin Yizhi - you said that even if you die, you won't hurt her - you have to do what you say!"

With a terrible roar, like an injured trapped beast, Lin Yizhi shook all over his body, and suddenly drew his sword to the sky, and the light trace divine sword illuminated all the darkness in front of him with a brilliant light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The next moment, the light mark raised high in Lin Yizhi's hand stabbed towards his heart without any hesitation.

"Poof-" The light marks entered the body, and the blue light dissipated.

The world has finally returned to silence......