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Then a scarlet energy surged out, outlined a formation, and spread rapidly.

A series of scarlet formations condensed in the space, extremely dazzling.

Suddenly, Su Changge hesitated.

If the World Extinguishing Cannon is used, it may be easily exposed.

Seeing Su Changge's hesitation, the Drunken Immortal said, "Don't worry about being exposed, because I have already activated restrictions around here, let go and fight, no one can disturb us."

Su Changge was taken aback for a moment, looked around, and then the corner of his mouth twitched, "I see."

Boom boom boom...

A total of more than 40 shock waves shot out in response.

Suddenly, scarlet light illuminated the entire sky.

This huge energy exploded!

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[168. Chapter 168 This!It is the spirit of the sword! (one)]

Chapter 160 Eight: This!It is the spirit of the sword!

"World Extermination Cannon!"

Under the night sky, above the bright moon.

The beam of light brought about by the burst of enormous energy.

Just like the blazing sun in the daytime, the beams of light blooming are brilliant and dazzling.

rumbling...

The space vibrated and tore apart.

Incomparably powerful coercion descended on the audience!

In the endless scarlet light.

Suddenly, a silver sword light shone, tearing apart this terrifying energy.

The Drunken Immortal suddenly turned into a ray of light, and slashed at Su Changge with his sword.

Seeing this, Su Changge immediately turned into a stream of light.

With the sound of 'Qiang Qiang' resounding in the space, the battle between Su Changge and the drunken fairy started once.

The collision of blade and blade.

It was an unprecedentedly sharp blade of air.

At that moment, Haoyue seemed to be reduced to their background.

As the sword rises and falls, the ultimate battle is gradually coming to an end.

Those two black shadows, waving the light of the sword, brushed past each other.

They turned their backs to each other and stopped not far away from each other by more than ten meters.

"Little guy, with your three-legged cat kung fu, how can you... poof!" Before finishing speaking, the Drunken Immortal spat out a mouthful of blood, which made his pupils shrink, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands, but the blood leaked through his fingers. , still gushing out.

Su Changge turned around, and a smear of blood slid down from the dark night, revealing the sharp Cheng Liang blade, which was then retracted into the scabbard.

He said lightly: "I'm dying, don't you have any last words? If I'm interested, maybe I can help you complete one or two regrettable things."

"A last word?"

The Drunken Immortal looked at Haoyue, couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood this time, looked at his bright red right hand, and murmured: "I see, am I going to die?"

Su Changge glanced at Drunken Immortal's abdomen, where there was a bright red knife mark, then he raised his head and said, "You are already dying, I have to say, I admire your sword skills very much. You are the first to be able to fight against me in this realm!"

"Then I'm very honored." The Drunken Immortal also turned around, with a sad smile on his face, and said: "If your sword is alive, I'm afraid you can send me to the west with one knife." He picked up the Drunken Immortal Sword.

At this moment, Su Changge could clearly see that the sword was trembling.

Why is that?

Is it because the sword can sense that his master is dying?

Is that so?

This is the spirit of the sword?

Su Changge felt a little touched in his heart.

The phrase 'Animism' is no better than this.

"Little Huyue is a poor child. Her family was slaughtered since she was a child. She almost died under the butcher's knife. She also blocked all her feelings because of despair. She seems to like you very much. I hope you can take her away from this right and wrong. The place... Poof!"

Before he could finish speaking, the wound on Drunken Immortal's abdomen was torn open, and blood spurted out directly.

At the same time, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Really, it seems that I can't hold on anymore."

The drunken fairy's bright eyes gradually dimmed.

"Little Huyue, please... entrust... you."