Hidden Blade

The scarlet sword began to move forward again.

The blood light in the sky ran along the long sword body, just like the torrential flood finally found the gate of flood discharge, and rushed to the wound at the heart of Sikong Baimei.

But at this time, his wound is suddenly gushing black gas.

In the black air, there are many ferocious faces, but they disappear in a flash. It seems that there are countless evil spirits in it.

Blood light and black gas meet again.

And this time.

The power contained in the black gas is obviously different from that before. The blood light of Xing Tianjian, which was once enough to threaten the existence of demon king, could not break through the barrier of black gas for a time.

The two are stuck in the same place, and no one can take the other.

But such a standoff is destined to be short-lived.

After the division blank, those civil and military officials who originally had a happy look on their faces because of the reversal of the situation, suddenly issued a cry of surprise.

This kind of gaffe is a rare thing for those big people who hold the lifeblood of Dazhou, but it is really because what happened in front of them at the moment is too strange.

Those disciples of Linglong Pavilion who had already chosen to retreat suddenly convulsed, and then a stream of black gas gushed out from their bodies. Their bodies shriveled at that moment, and in an instant they fell to the ground in a pool of mud.

And those black gas poured into the body of Si blank, became his nutrient, also proud of this, the black gas gushing out from his eyebrow heart also intensified.

If the disciples don't know the situation, it's not only the terrible voice of the disciples who are at the top of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The momentum of Si Bai's whole body is more and more powerful under the nourishment of the black gas hatched by the disciples of Linglong Pavilion at the cost of their lives.

On the other hand, song Yueming's situation gradually failed.

Although the power of Xing Tianjian is strong, it needs to be at the cost of vitality. In such a confrontation, song Yueming's vitality is quickly swallowed up. The hair in front of his forehead gradually becomes white from the root of his hair, and it is spreading towards the hair tip. His cold and angular face becomes shriveled with the extinction of vitality, and wrinkles float on the face that should be young Pang.

This is the so-called ebb and flow.

The evil Qi in Si Bai's body is stronger than that in Si Bai's body, but the sword meaning of Xingtian sword that song Yueming can inspire is gradually weakened.

In this case, the black gas gradually over the blood light.

Even if song Yueming is biting his teeth and trying to recover such a decline, no matter how hard he tries, it seems that he can't achieve a higher result.

"Hum!" At this time, a cold hum suddenly from the Secretary's empty mouth spit out, his dark eyes in the killing machine emerged. At that time, it became more and more violent and turned into an attack for a black dragon, which directly killed song Yueming.

Song Yueming, who insisted on the scene, was shocked. He knew that with the declining vitality in his body, it was almost impossible for him to urge Xing Tianjian to launch an attack again if he had recovered his strength to avoid Si blank's attack. At the moment, he had no way out but to fight.

Zhong changhen, who was in the same place with him, seemed to feel the determination of song Yueming at the moment. The shadow of the old man in red also appeared on Song Yueming's face at that time. They are old and young, and their figures are red and purple. Naturally, there is a big difference. But the same thing is, at the moment, their faces, which are determined to be like gold and stone, like sharp blades, are similar.

No retreat, no fear.

Xingtian sword was urged again, and they waved the scarlet sword to the dragon.

It's an ordinary sword move to the extreme. There is no movement to speak of.

But this sword is wrapped in the unspeakable determination.

It is a sword that does not leave half room for the enemy, nor does it leave half room for itself. It suddenly came out, the blood was burning all over the sky, as if to swallow up the heaven and earth.

It was in this moment that the sword of Xing Tian met the dragon.

Boom!

A huge bang exploded on the Dragon platform.

The impact of the electric light and flint, the air waves swept across the hall. The stairs made of marble on the Dragon platform were lifted up in the air, and the heavy stones were raised like pieces of paper. The people around them screamed and retreated in confusion.

This situation lasted for several decades, and the people who had already retreated a hundred feet away were looking at them as the dust gradually cleared away.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound.

A blood red sword flew out and emerged in the air, and then it was inserted into the ground not far away. A red figure holding the sword, his body was dim and almost invisible.

His hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. Song Yueming, who seemed to have been more than half a century old, flew out and fell to the ground. With a mouthful of blood gushing out, his expression on his face suddenly withered.Da.

Da.

Da.

However, before people could recover from the defeat of song Yueming, a light sound sounded from the deep dust, which was the shadow of riding boots beating on the marble slab.

At that time, a voice in a black robe gradually appeared in the eyes of all people.

He is a blank.

After all, song Yueming and Zhong changhen were defeated, even if they had the determination to die, even if they sacrificed such fierce things as xingtianjian. But in the face of absolute power, neither faith nor anger can make up for the huge gap between them.

It seems that the final winner is still blank.

This idea inevitably emerged in the minds of Mr. Lu and others.

In fact, it does not matter to them who won the final victory, no matter who song Yueming or Si blank actually won. Because Linglong Pavilion will still fall to the south of Yuwen. They are happy to hear about the internal friction between the two sides. Of course, it would be great if both sides were defeated in the end.

However, such development did not appear as they would like, instead, Si blank suddenly awakened to the formidable strength, and was about to take the victory of this fierce battle by overwhelming advantage.

This is not a good thing, at least in the view of Mr. Lu and others, such a powerful sikongbai is bound to pose a greater and more terrible threat to their status.

...

Si Bai walks up to song Yueming. He lowers his head and looks at himself with a kind of pity. He is so old that he looks over 50 years old. In his dark eyes, a light flashed away. Then he opened his mouth and said with regret: "we should have been on the same road."

The white haired song Yueming turned his head with difficulty. The outline of the stubborn youth could be seen only on his old face. He looked at the black robed fairy, laughed and asked, "is that right?"

Sikong Bai frowned, and he heard the mockery in Song Yueming's tone.

He didn't understand why they could be so stubborn at the moment.

There was a restless feeling in his heart, and the pleasure of regaining the fruits of victory dissipated in that moment. He asked calmly, "why don't you understand now?"

"The master doesn't understand." Song Yueming shakes his head. This seemingly simple action is extremely difficult for him. He is too weak. He is so weak that every tiny movement and every word that comes out of his mouth needs all his strength.

But it is precisely these words which are not audible, but seem to have poked the pain of Si blank.

"I don't understand, all I do is for Linglong Pavilion, for the long-term future!" The tone of the blank immediately became a little high, and his dark eyes flashed with fanatical brilliance. "And you? You don't understand the future of this heaven and earth, nor the future of Linglong Pavilion. "

Speaking of this, the tone of division blank suddenly again low rise, he murmured to oneself: "but it doesn't matter."

"I am still alive, I have infinite life, I have the cultivation of heaven, I am Linglong Pavilion, I am the inheritance!"

Speaking of this place, Si Bai's arms extended and suddenly opened. His whole body momentum also climbed a step again at that time. Then he raised his head and said, "master! Senior brother! Did you see that? Secretary blank did it! I did it! "

"At that time, Sikong Bai did not live up to his promise."

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