The sword groaned, and blood splattered.

The remnant sun is like blood.

If you want to dance with a sword and be proud of the world, your heart will be thunderous.

A green shirt is down, and a sword is stunning.

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of red blood splashed, Zhang Ziyu silently recited the sword trick and clenched his teeth. The shiny sword in his hand hung low and slanted, and along the blade, the blood of the enemy fell on the glazed stone, and the blood droplets spread along with the glazed stone, like a lightly dancing fairy, graceful and graceful, dancing.

A pair of cold eyes swept across the Three Realms masters who were surging in the tide, and he sighed lightly, could it be that he was going to be buried under these masters today?

The colorful spirit stones driven by spiritual power floated in the air in this endless void, he laughed loudly, jumped up, broke through the empty dry land in the crowd and rushed up, and landed on a bluestone in the void of the crowd.

With an awe-inspiring and majestic appearance, although it was a cold autumn wind, the maple leaf forest in the distance was burning into a fiery red flame, his eyes gradually became scarlet, and he glanced at these masters of the Three Realms who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

On the ground, there were already corpses all over the field, rivers of blood flowing, and the fighting was unbearable.

Zhang Ziyu looked at this tragic scene silently, they should all be killed, they were too self-conscious, they were too arrogant.

A famous sword chant has broken how many heads have been broken, a book of famous sword recipes has buried many happy families, and a famous sword can be used to cultivate an invincible sword, which has become a dream that many people are chasing.

However, they are too superficial, such a sword cultivation, how can they be penetrated by these worldly beings?

Enter the sword cultivation and extinguish the relationship.

How can ordinary people endure such pain?

"Zhang Ziyu has been seriously injured, his spiritual power is disabled, and his sword path is disorderly, let's all go up together and kill this thief!" a voice shouted, a crow-like sad voice.

Zhang Ziyu glanced indifferently at the three realms, hum, the master is obsessed with sword cultivation, and has gone through thousands of calamities before he can condense the sword path and unify it.

Even if the young master tries his last breath of spiritual power, he will definitely not let you succeed, and his steel teeth are "creaking".

Death, can't die! Absolutely can't die, and an incomparably powerful thought sprouted in his heart, and vaguely, fluttering feathers fell, it was her favorite woman in her life, dancing butterflies, and she was as beautiful as her name.

Dancing beauty, butterflies falling and flowers withering.

Dancing Butterfly, is it really you? His heart tingled as if it had been torn, no, Dancing Butterfly had left him forever, and that feather coat was reflected in his dreams and burned into his soul.

The spiritual power of Qi Ruosi condensed in his palm, and he sat cross-legged, and then, his body rotated and floated above the void, the sword in his hand was still clenched, and the blue tendons on the back of his hand were extremely dazzling.

"Up!"

The masters of the Three Realms finally turned from their original fear of tiptoeing to attacking, because they knew too well that if they waited for Zhang Ziyu to recover their spiritual power, they would have only one fate: death!

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand, a bloodthirsty sword, a bloodthirsty sword that can never be fed.

"When this demon has regained his spiritual power, no one will be able to escape!" a slightly older voice shouted.

Then, there were human figures, all of them flashing were human figures, human wall sword formations, artifact runes, as long as they could be used, they attacked Zhang Ziyu with one brain.

Suddenly, the suspended spirit stones flew up and down, like dancing elves, enveloping Zhang Ziyu one after another.

The sword breaks through the sky, and the sword is in the sky.

Zhang Ziyu roared angrily, the sword shadow turned into thousands of sword flowers, and the dense raindrops exploded, the sword hit, and the spirit stone shattered.

The fragments of spirit stones flying in the air, arrows like locusts, hit the masters of the Three Realms.

"Shouyang steel bone crape myrtle east, Chengping Ding chaos is in Datong. The Qi family governs the country by this way, and the heaven and earth are ...... in the middle."

"Is it ......?"

The masters of the Three Realms were dumbfounded, and while they were dumbfounded, there were dozens of masters with advanced cultivation who were lucky enough to avoid the spirit stone fragments, jumped out of the circle, and looked at the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand in amazement.

“...... This demon has already entered the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword ...... by sword cultivation."

“......”

"This is the Sword of the Holy Dao, he has already reached such a sword realm, is this the will of heaven?"

"No, we're not going to lose, up!"

After some surprise and panic, dozens of Three Realms masters waved the weapons in their hands and attacked Zhang Ziyu completely.

"Poof!"

Blood splashed, Zhang Ziyu had already exhausted the last trace of spiritual power, and exerted the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword in his hand to the extreme, he was also unexpected, he did not expect that at the last moment of his life, he would exert the sword cultivation to the highest realm.

However, from then on, he never had the opportunity to use this sword again, he was like a meteorite about to fall, crumbling, suspended in the void.

The ugly faces full of greed and hatred, are these the gentlemen who are full of benevolence and morality on weekdays? For the sake of their own selfishness, they will really kill the killers in a frenzy?

"Zhang Ziyu, you are already dying, your life is hanging by a thread, and you will be arrested if you are not obedient!" a voice roared, Zhang Ziyu raised his dying heavy eyelids, and the other party waved a broad axe in his hand.

Luo Xi, the first master of the Pangu clan, has the weapon in his hand as an ancient god soldier - Pangu Axe, which has the power to divide the world and shuttle through the void, and is no less powerful than the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword. It is rumored that those who control the Pangu Axe can control the law of power.

If it weren't for Zhang Ziyu's sword cultivation, it would be difficult to compete with the Pangu axe with the sword in his hand alone.

"Zhang Ziyu, you have done your own sin, you can't live! Suffer death!" Another tall and burly middle-aged man was a dark blue bronze tripod in his hand, and a pair of dark eyes were like burning fireballs.

Shennong Qingyun, the patriarch of the Shennong clan, is the most holy magic weapon of the Shennong clan - Shennong Ding, known as the creation of the world in ancient times, the Shennong clan in ancient times tasted all kinds of herbs for the common people, and also laid a medical foundation for future generations.

In the past, Shennong refined the Ancient Ding of the Hundred Herbs, and because of the accumulation of countless elixirs for thousands of years, it is said that he can refine the elixir of the world that the gods of the heavenly realm cannot refine lightly, and hide other mysterious powers.

Unexpectedly, the two major gods of the Three Realms sent masters, and it seemed that Zhang Ziyu was going to be put to death.

"Hmph, dare to be with the sky and wait for the rats?" Zhang Ziyu shouted coldly, his heart ignited a desire again, a desire to survive, and his eyes once again appeared under the fluttering feather clothes, the most beloved woman, Dancing Butterfly, is she calling herself to hell?

Her pear blossom eyes with rain are due to loneliness?

Dance the world for the king, and smile at the enmity.

Today's growth accompanies each other, and reincarnation is forever remembered.

The withered yellow maple leaves, the fiery red withered, is it you? Zhang Ziyu had a trace of misery in his eyes, he resented the killing, but he could not escape the fate.

If there is an afterlife, dancing butterflies, I am willing to abandon the sword for you and go into hiding, burn incense and touch the piano with you, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and I will live and live.

Luo Xi stepped on the clouds, his sturdy figure, the Pangu axe cut through the void, condensed thousands of Dao methods, and slashed at Zhang Ziyu.

Shennong Qingyun changed his trick almost at the same time, Shennong Ding transformed into a seven-colored rainbow, hovering horizontally above the endless void, and the rest of the masters of the Three Realms, with the power of Luo Xi and Shennong Qingyun, all sacrificed their magical powers, and shrouded Zhang Ziyu in a groundbreaking way.

The feather coat dissipated, and the delicate and innocent face scattered like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Zhang Ziyu stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the remaining pretty face, but it finally turned into thousands of splashes, like withered maple leaves, falling lightly on the ground, making a slight crisp sound.

The strong and swift cold air approached, Zhang Ziyu's pupils dilated, and the sword in his hand slowly turned around, Huo Ran's sword light was wide open, he was like an angry beast, an arrogant figure, an unruly sword shadow, and a spirit snake out of a hole in the sky.

In the void, the sword was shocked, and the sword light of the "......" shot out, the white rainbow pierced the sun, and the extremely powerful sword blade turned into a poisonous snake to devour these masters of the Three Realms.

The dripping blood turned into a rain of blood, staining the void red, and the masters of the Three Realms didn't know why the dying Zhang Ziyu could still reverse and burst out with this endless power.

They don't know, they won't know when they die, the highest realm of Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword is comparable to destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, even if it has no spiritual power, it can condense the power of the surrounding space in a short moment, and conjure up unpredictable power.

I don't know if they underestimated Zhang Ziyu, or overestimated themselves, this kind of killing where heaven and earth have the same life, the sun and the moon have no light, maybe among the Three Realms, only he Zhang Ziyu can do it.

The supreme realm of sword cultivation, the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword of the Sword of the Holy Dao, is also truly brought into full play.

It is true that prosperity must decline, and things must be reversed, which is the ultimate law of the Three Thousand Great Roads.

There will never be absolute strength, and there will never be absolute decay.

Zhang Ziyu once again gushed out a sweet feeling in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of red blood spurted out, accompanied by the Pangu axe and Shennong Dingdi landing, Luo Xi and Shennong Qingyun were dumbfounded, one had his hands cut off, and the other had his legs cut off.

He no longer has the slightest strength to support himself suspended in the void, his body is constantly falling, and his ears are full of spirit stones dancing figures, is this his soul leading to hell?

Will all evildoers go to hell? Is he full of evil?

Vaguely, it was the scattered feather coat that condensed into the beautiful figure of the dancing butterfly, she smiled, smiled, and smiled.

Husband, come on! From now on, we will be together for the rest of our lives, and we will never be separated again. The dancing butterfly's lips moved slightly, and the shallow teeth were as white as snow, and the murmuring of swallows lingered in the mind.

I want to dance with you, and this life will never end.

When he comes, he returns, and the sword breaks through the sky.

It is a beautiful and unique guqin, a thousand-year-old plane wood carefully carved, the strings are moving, the peerless beauty, the shocking guqin.

Green and jade fingers, pluck the strings.

Fu Xiqin, the king's heart returns.

The moon is bright, the heart of the bright moon.

Playing the countless graceful tunes, she smiled, out of the water hibiscus as amazing, shallow eyes smiled and captivated the city, ancient and modern only for the king.

Gradually, the curtain ends, and the strings move......

The autumn wind, the maple leaves drifting, and the blood-colored sunset have inlaid the clouds with gold edges, which are gorgeous and clear......