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Yuan Futu walked with his sword, shuttled in the dark sky, and kept thinking about the little things he had with Wan'er before, from the ecstasy at the beginning, to the desperate rescue with the blood-electric mad lion, and the life of the Pon's family. The gentleness and tenderness of the mansion, he found that these memories were so deeply imprinted in his heart, which made his heart even more painful.

what!what!what!what!

He kept roaring hoarsely, his tear-stained face was covered with sadness and anger, and it became extremely ferocious.

In a short while, it has come to the back mountain.

Not far away, five extremely huge ancient swords were floating in the air, exuding brilliance of different colors. Hundreds of millions of sword lights shuttled in the surrounding space. He could only vaguely see Qin Chuan's figure, while Sword Twelve Standing tens of feet away, he watched helplessly as this generation of suzerain gradually withered away.

"Sword Twelve!"

Yuan Futu let out a loud roar, and the slewing wind seal came to him in an instant, lifted the Zhuhuang sword, released the sword intent of killing the sword, and stabbed Jian Twelve's shoulder, bringing up a stream of blood.

Jian Twelve didn't move, and said with a sneer, "Your killing sword has improved a lot. It seems that you really want to kill me."

The stronger the killing intent in his heart, the stronger the power of the killing sword, Yuan Futu roared: "Wan'er is dead, I want you to pay for it!"

In an instant, the killing formation in the Zhuhuang Sword was activated, and the four sword shadows opened suddenly, and a thick khaki color appeared on the edge of the sword, and the sword intent of killing the sword became stronger and stronger, and attacked towards the face of Jian Twelve .

This sword combined all of Yuan Futu's moves and powers. There is no doubt that he only wanted the sword to die!

Jian Twelve's complexion sank, and Wang Jian slashed horizontally forward. All the profound meanings seemed to be broken at this moment, until Wang Jian's edge touched Zhu Huangjian.

With a snap, the jagged tip of the Zhuhuang Sword was cut off abruptly.

"You came at the right time, I will always eat your flesh and blood, now give me the Chaos Spirit Treasure!" One sword broke Yuan Futu's strongest blow, and Jian Twelve stretched out Bai Sensen's bone hand again, Grab towards Yuan Futu's chest.

This time, Wan'er could no longer sacrifice her life to save him, Yuan Futu could only watch the slender fingers piercing his chest, almost touching his heart.

Death is so close.

However, at this moment, a blue sword suddenly appeared in Yuan Futu's mind.

This sword seems ordinary, even a blacksmith with poor craftsmanship can forge it, but it is no longer ordinary because it fell into the hands of a scholar thousands of years ago. It has killed countless masters and created Tianxuan. The most prosperous glory of Jianzong.

This is already the third time Yuan Futu sensed this Qingfeng sword, and he also suddenly realized that this is the center of the Shocking God Formation, and it is also the entrance to the secret realm of the Sword Tomb.

In the secret territory of the Sword Tomb, those dim spirit treasures were scattered all over the ground, only a blue long sword was inserted into the cave wall.

The Qingfeng Sword seemed to have been summoned, trembling violently, pulled it out with a squeak, passed through the endless space, and came directly to the back mountain, where it turned into a cyan sharp edge. Cut off a pale forearm.

The enchanted Sword Twelve didn't feel the pain, he was more concerned about the sword that came from the sky, especially when he saw the appearance of the sword body, his face suddenly turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "The first suzerain ...the Azure Edge Sword!"

Blood flowed from Yuan Futu's chest, the wound was deep, but not fatal, Yuan Futu saw the Qingfeng sword that appeared in his mind, and said: "It turns out that the visualization at that time was not an illusion, it was you who summoned me right?"

Qingfengjian remained silent, like a god in front of him, no one dared to violate it.

Jian Twelve gritted his teeth tightly and shouted angrily: "Even if it's Qingfeng Sword, it's just a Supreme Spiritual Treasure, how can it resist my King Sword!"

After saying that, he raised the king sword and was about to chop it off.

Suddenly, an explosion exploded in the void, and the viscous and tumbling demon energy filled the sky, shaking an ancient earth-yellow sword into pieces.

The confinement was broken, and Qin Chuan walked out slowly from the turbulent river of devilish energy, his eyes glowed blood-red, but the wounds on his body had long since disappeared, but those black lines seemed to become more ferocious, covering a larger area , the sturdy totem of an ancient heavenly demon can be clearly seen on the chest.

"How...how is it possible?" Jian Twelve did not expect that Qin Chuan would break through the confinement of the Shocking God Formation, and at this moment, the strength of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master seemed to be countless times stronger than before.

Qin Chuan said in a deep voice: "I haven't fought for a full 100 years, so it takes a little longer to break the seal."

"Seal?" Jian Twelve sensed the endless ocean-like magic energy, and couldn't help being frightened.

Qin Chuan nodded slightly, "My power is so strong that even I can't control it, so I can only seal half of it."

half? !

"Could it be that he only used [-]% of his strength to fight himself just now?" Jian Twelve's face showed an unbelievable look.

Qin Chuan shrugged his shoulders, made a creaking sound, and sighed contentedly towards the sky, saying: "It's been a long time since I have been so hearty, this feeling is very comfortable."

Jian Twelve gritted his teeth tightly, no longer caring about Yuan Futu, and teleported to the high-altitude clouds, controlled the remaining four ancient swords, and launched an attack on Qin Chuan at the same time, he did not believe that the seal was true How could there be such a perverted strong man in this world.

Qin Chuan watched the four huge ancient swords approaching him, his whole body vibrated with demonic energy, tearing the surrounding void into cracks, and black flames flowed around the edges of the cracks, as if the world was a fragile white sheet. paper, and the fire was burning.

Seeing a sword of darkness attacking, Qin Chuan kicked, with the back of his foot pressed against the front end of the ancient sword, which seemed to contain tens of millions of catties of force.

With a bang, the first half of the ancient sword shattered into countless pieces, and the power evolved from the eighth-level formation was completely destroyed.

But at this time, a blue ancient sword hit his vest viciously, but it didn't explode like before. Instead, it was like an ice pick piercing the steel, and it shattered with a bang.

Regardless of attack or defense, it seems that Qin Chuan's physical body has reached the pinnacle of this world.

Jian Twelve swallowed his saliva, the muscles on his face were twitching.

At this moment, Yuan Futu looked at the Qingfeng sword in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hilt.

In an instant, the infinite power and fragments of consciousness sealed inside merged into his mind.