Huashan female sword god

Chapter 455. 453. The Sword of Despair in the Afterglow of the Doomsday

According to legend, sword intent kills gods, and sword intent destroys things.

but……

When it is strong enough, the sword intent can actually destroy things, and the sword energy can also kill gods.

The ruthless sword intent, one, two... ten, a hundred... I don't know how many, all penetrated the body in front of him.

In the Poison Demon's body, the last trace of vitality was completely cut off by this sword intent at this moment.

This moment.

You Xingye did not move.

Ximen Juan didn't move either.

But the next moment.

Ximen Duanjue was shocked, and took three or four steps back. Blood sprays exploded in front of and behind him. Countless blood sprays splattered almost at the same time, gathering into a cloud of blood mist, like a rainstorm, lingering and sinking in mid-air ,dissipate.

Ximen Jue was trembling, but he braced himself and stood there.

Piercing through the thin blood mist, looking at You Xingye, there was an incomprehensible expression in his eyes. At this moment, the fog that had covered the soul for a long time was pushed aside as the blood fog in front of him dissipated.

The ignorant consciousness reproduced the long-lost clarity.

People say that the moment before a person dies, he will look back on his life.

It turned out to be true...

Scenes of the past, like a scroll, unfold before your eyes.

"Brother, sister Yan'er, wait for me, I can't catch up."

"Qian Jin, elder brother is going to marry Yan'er soon, you should be called sister-in-law Yan'er from now on."

"Sister Yan'er, why are you here alone again? Is it because the elder brother is busy making swords all day long and ignores you?"

"Yan'er, come with me. Let's leave Sword Forging City."

"You, how could you do such a thing?"

"Let's go, from now on, there will be no more Ou Qianjin and Nangong Yan in Jiancheng City."

"Qian Jin, I, I can't do it anymore. From now on, you, you have to take good care of He Zhi and Qing Zhi."

"Yan'er, I found this place with great difficulty. I will bury you here. From now on, you will be able to see Sword Forging City every day."

……

"Hahaha, what luck, he was injured like this this time, so we took advantage of it for nothing."

"This is the Poison Refining Pond, Master, you have to work harder and become the disciple's poisoner as soon as possible, so that we can dominate the martial arts sooner."

"Oh? Did it succeed so quickly?"

"Okay, it's even better if it succeeds. From now on, there will be no more poisonous demon Ximen Juan in the world. There will only be the fifth poisonous man in the world, my poisonous demon."

The picture in front of him contained laughter, betrayal, anger, and resentment... In the end, it was frozen in the bloody mist in front of him, and the figure opposite the bloody mist.

Ximen Juan moved his lips slightly, and made a slight voice with great difficulty: "Thank you..."

This thank you is to thank her for ending the painful life course of the last period of life where people are neither human nor ghost.

A generation of poisonous demons disappeared in smoke.

-

You Xingye's throat sweetened, he lowered his head and spat out blood again, gasping for breath.

Still kneeling there.

For a long time.

She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of Ming Yuetian.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up tremblingly.

At this moment, she was covered in blood and her breath was weak, but there was a sharp edge in her bones, which could not be concealed no matter what.

Donglai Kendo's Ninefold Sword of Intent, the Three Swords of the First Branch of the Dao, the Three Swords of Dayan, and the Three Swords of Final Yan.

The three swords of Daochu respectively refer to the dawn of the dawn and the coldness of the dawn, the scorching sun in the prosperous age and the afterglow of the doomsday, representing the daily changes of the Nine Heavens Golden Crow.

The first dawn of dawn is the dawn of dawn, and a sword cuts through the darkness.

The scorching sun in the prosperous age is the sun rising to the sky, flourishing in the world, and looking down on the world with one sword.

And the afterglow of the doomsday is the red sun sinking to the west, burning out the afterglow, making the youth of the moment more brilliant than the brightest scorching sun.

It is a battle of trapped beasts in despair.

Doomsday Sword Intent is the sword intent of despair, which can only be sublimated from despair. It is the same as Ying Yang in the prosperous age, and it also pays attention to the artistic conception when making moves.

The desperate situation was resolved.

No more despair.

But the sword intent of despair under the doomsday, before its self-disintegration, has become another piece of wealth for the Heavenly Sword that is always in hand.

The Heavenly Sword Sword Intent, on the contrary, thrived.

She staggered and took two steps, then lost her strength and fell down again. Unwilling and unhappy, one hand was still on the ground, but the other tremblingly lifted up and spread out...

As soon as the sword intent moves, ten thousand swords follow.

Bi Luo, who had already let go, flew by herself at this moment.

No hands.

The sword pointed lightly.

Bi Luo followed the directions and left.

A sword is like a startled rainbow.

A few feet away.

-

Almost a hundred feet away.

Thousands of rounds of moonlight swirled, followed by the angry palm of the bright moon sky, forming a terrifying storm like the light of a knife, sweeping out, wherever it passed, it was like a large army pressing down on the territory, like locusts passing through the territory, everything was covered in ice Sealed, all destroyed.

Young Master Hong raised his palm and dropped it.

"what?"

The palm of the hand came into contact with the first light of the knife, the light of the knife shattered, and the red young man also flew out, but a long-lost pain came from the palm of his hand, he took a quick look, and there was a bloodstain, the red young man was horrified, the knife A storm of light swept over.

Don't think about it, immediately mustered all the power in his body, opened and closed left and right, and smashed out with all his strength. In an instant, there were countless shadows of fists, facing the storm of sword light.

The huge power of each punch tore through the air, broke through the space, and even smashed the sword lights, but more sword lights cut on the body.

The torrent of moonlight and the storm of sword light lasted no more than a moment.

The four fields are empty, and everything is destroyed.

The earth is three feet cold.

Mingyuetian was panting, exhausting a lot.

And the front.

Young Master Hong was lying on the ice, surrounded by blood, and the blood that was also frozen was bright red.

"Youxing..."

His gaze didn't stay on Young Master Hong even for a moment, Ming Yuetian muttered and looked to the other side.

far away.

The sound of fierce fighting has disappeared.

There was no figure of Ximen Duanjuan, but she saw You Xingye kneeling on the ground.

Without hesitation, he rushed over.

However, at the very moment, when she stepped beside Young Master Hong,
Change into elbow and armpit.

Young Master Hong suddenly jumped up and struck with a punch.

It wasn't too late to react, Mingyue Tianyun raised a palm and counterattacked Young Master Hong, but in a hurry, it was inevitable that he couldn't catch it.

Colliding with a strong divine force, the true energy was almost shaken away, Ming Yuetian was knocked flying several feet and landed on the ground, his already fair face became paler and he vomited blood.

The red boy stood there.

While panting, he raised his arms and lowered his head to see that there were scars on both arms. There were countless wounds, large and small, and there was hardly a piece of good flesh. "It's really miserable."

His clothes are tattered like a beggar's tatters, and many places are already naked, but whether it is the remaining fragments of clothes or the exposed body, there is blood, blood stained all over.

Ninety percent of the layer of blue frost covering the body surface had been shaken off when the sneak attack broke out, and the rest just fell off at this moment.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Ming Yuetian.

The mask on his face is gone, and his face is also covered in blood, and the wounds, but compared with other parts of the body, the wounds on his face are much less, but the few old scars on his face, even in this case, Still striking.

He stepped forward step by step, and said as he walked: "The gutter almost capsized, I really underestimated you, it's a pity, it's still worse..."

puff……

Silently, the flying sword arrived, piercing through his chest from behind, and splashing blood again in front of and behind him.

But the rest of his strength remained unabated, he dragged Young Master Hong forward and finally, together with Young Master Hong, was nailed to a tree three feet in front of him, only buzzing and whistling.

cough cough...

Young Master Hong faced the big tree and was nailed to it. His legs were slightly bent, hanging on the ground. He couldn't kneel, and he couldn't stand. He moved a hand and wanted to lift it up, but he couldn't do it and fell down. go back.

(End of this chapter)