The heart was silent, so when the green snake sword stirred up a sword light that flew and scattered like a falling pear blossom, it only made a clanging metallic sound—each sword only struck at the blade of the remnant sword. Konoha was furious, and the power that seemed like a sword and not a sword was once again condensed at the tip of the Green Snake Sword. However, the killing intent of the remnant sword suddenly rose like a wolf, forcing Konoha to retract his defense, and there was no chance to counterattack. No matter how the Green Snake Sword transformed, it could no longer blind him.

In the light of the fire, the scorching light shone all around him. Brilliant, with the color of blood.

After three moves, he was shocked and replaced by Konoha - that beautiful face like a woman is now glaring gloomily like a poisonous snake spitting letters. With a sneer, the green snake sword was raised, and it was tightly wrapped around the edge of the remnant sword, tighter and tighter. Seeing that the remnant sword was in danger of getting out of his hand, suddenly the blade of the remnant sword converged, and Xie Junhe actually pulled out lightly!

Suddenly, it was empty, and the green snake sword, which could not find the fulcrum, drifted out of control for a while, shaking out a cyan mist. But in this cyan mist, like thunder and lightning, there were several sonorous and crisp sounds, which shook Konoha's hands and trembled. Xie Jun and the sharp Hei were smiling arrogantly and meanly.

Further, the sound of the sword was drowned out by a louder wave, and the remnant sword swooped all the way, and the dust everywhere was struck like a sandstorm, cutting broken cracks in the land. The sword qi rumbled and exploded, pressing one after the other, pressing towards Konoha's right-hand man. Konoha retreated one after another in panic, dodging left and right, leaving dozens of pace-long drag marks on the sand, and was forced to a dead corner under the rock wall. The sword qi of the remnant sword struck the rock wall into a crushed stone and rolled it down, making a loud noise.

Xie Junhe was about to hit hard with a single blow, when suddenly more than a dozen white shadows rushed straight into the gap between him and Konoha, forming a human wall, separating them from life.

Between the pauses, Konoha carefully examined his sword and took a breath of cold air, the sword body had been scratched out of the shallow marks. This has never happened before. "Heh, it's grown a lot," Konoha sneered, "Chu Tao finally remembered to let his dog learn something?"

Xie Junhe didn't move, he had already seen through Konoha's plan to fight back when he was waiting for him to draw his sword.

Suddenly, at the tip of the Green Snake Sword, the sword qi rose again. Is it a soft bone again? Xie Junhe leaned back to dodge, but only to understate a burst of mist swept in front of his eyes. When Xie Junhe's sword blade rose again, he only knocked down more than a dozen white-clothed holy envoys who stood in the way. Looking for Konoha again, he has long since gone.

Then came the brutal killing, and the scattering of the white-clad envoys.

Xie Junhe is never afraid of death - a person is not even afraid of life and death, what else would he not dare? No sword or person can stop his progress. He didn't need to dodge, he just needed to attack - it was enough for the remnant sword to decisively take the life of his opponent before the sword could get close to him. A sword, without the fetters of the rules and regulations, without the concern of life and death, can hit out a thin sword qi, and within ten steps, there is no life.

The remnant sword swept all the way with that wind-like sword qi, and the heavens and the earth were shaken because of it.

The ranger who had accompanied him and made fun of him was deeply shocked at this moment. They are glad to have such a courage to fight side by side with them. In this way, there is no longer a reason to lose.

When the eastern sky shines brightly, the western sky finally flies with snowflakes of white doves. The pigeon shadow carries the news of victory. The night was scattered.