The modulation of the other world is activated, and the bad woman cries miserably

The people left behind to guard the passage are important, but they are more stable than the unknown center of the storm.

⒉There is only evil thought rampant here, but inside lies the source of this storm.

4. She allowed Xia to go in and save her apprentice because of her trust in him.

3 At this time, the center of the storm.

Shanshisti's long hair was a little messy.

０The blindfold ribbon had long since disappeared.

The gauze skirts worn by the fifth girl were also somewhat torn.

The sword in her hand was resting on the ground, her mouth moving up and down, and she was gasping violently.

Zhuan Mingming's arms were already a little weak and the sword intent in her body was almost unable to be carried, but she was still trying hard to fight against it.

ｑAt this moment, the figure in front of her had completely turned into a demon.

Ｕ Only if you look carefully can you vaguely see Morrison's appearance from the direction of the facial bones.

Ｎ His body was surrounded by black air, almost blending into the surrounding world.

: The holy Sword Maiden is like a firefly in the darkness, bright and dazzling, yet so small.

There was more raging sword energy in the center of the storm than in the periphery. She was already covered in wounds and was about to reach the end of her strength!

The combat power of the demonized swordsman has increased significantly, which is something Sistie never expected.

If it was really her father, even if he couldn't defeat him, he could at least be a match for him.

But now facing the demon, Histi’s chances of winning are really slim.

Especially when the other party is well prepared.

A pitch-black wind came from all around, blending into the darkness and making it almost unnoticeable.

But Xishiti had been fighting here for a long time and had been prepared for the evil spirit, so she noticed it at the first moment.

She quickly dodged to the side.

Because of the excessive consumption, her movements were a little slow. A sword energy flew from behind her, leaving a scar on her beautiful leg.

The white silk split open and red blood appeared instantly.

Xishiti frowned in pain, but did not dare to stop at all.

She was just injured at this moment. If she really stopped, what would be waiting for her would be real destruction!

But even so, her situation was not much better.

Evil thoughts filled the entire world, trying to penetrate into her body through her scars.

Those violent and dark thoughts arose uncontrollably.

She could only rely on her willpower to hold on.

Even so, she was already on the verge of being devoured.

Morrison's red eyes revealed endless greed, as well as the excitement of achieving his wish.

But, achieve what you want?

Have you asked Char's opinion?

A hand wrapped around Xishiti's waist, and warm and reliable arms instantly held her in his arms.

The familiar smell instantly enveloped Histi.

A feeling of relief swept over me.

Although she had reached a dead end before, when a familiar figure appeared beside her, she was filled with endless strength again.

Real charging station.

Xia held Xishiti in his arms, looking at her miserable appearance, with heartache in his eyes.

"I should have come earlier."

Sistie turned her head and a bright smile appeared on her face.

Although there was some fatigue in his eyes, there was more surprise.

She held the sword in one hand and hugged Char with the other.

"How did you come?"

She felt both sweet relief and a little anxious.

Just as she hugged him, her face changed again and she quickly pushed him out.

"It's dangerous here, leave quickly!"

However, Char held Histi tightly in his arms; his strong chest was the most solid harbor.

"My woman is in danger. If I leave her alone, am I still a man?"

When Xishiti heard these words, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Even her biological father treated her like this, how could there be someone who could be so nice to her?

It’s really... so touching!

Shisiti's lips pursed, and she finally put down her defensive armor and threw herself into Char's arms.

"Am I so bad that even my own father would do this to me?"

"Or should I not have shown up at all?"

It looks so pitiful, it really has become a poor little puppy.

Char touched her long hair lovingly. It felt soft, warm, and furry, and very adorable.

"Senior, you just like to put pressure on yourself too much."

"You are fine, you have always been fine, there is no need to doubt yourself."

Shisti raised her head from Char's arms, looked at him with moist eyes, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, with a hint of hesitation and struggle in her expression.

"But he is my biological father after all."

Xia looked at Morrison with cold eyes.

"Such a rubbish father should be taught a lesson!"

Xishiti's lips were bitten white, but her expression became more resolute little by little, and her fighting spirit, which had originally dimmed, was raised again.

Looking at Xia's eager eyes, Xishiti finally regained her determination and stood in front of Xia.

"You're right. For all these years, I've been trying to get his approval, but I've never succeeded."

"But now, I want to prove myself personally and prove to him that he is wrong!"

Xia looked at Xishiti for several seconds, and seeing her determination, he stepped back a little, leaving the battlefield back to the father and daughter.

He just stood there silently guarding and protecting his girlfriend.

The world around me grew darker and darker.

Xishiti held a long sword in her hand. Although her body was covered with scars, her aura was so arrogant and outstanding that it soared into the sky!

The greed in Morrison's eyes grew stronger.

The final battle between father and daughter begins!

The cold sword light flickered, and the silver light seemed so small in front of the dark aura.

Chapter 182: Beat up the future father-in-law, atonement is not the way you do it

The Sword Saint in a snow-white gauze dress looked slender, but she tore apart the darkness in the sky!

"laugh."

A slight, almost inaudible sound instantly froze the entire battle situation.

This sound was much weaker than the whistling sword light around it, but in the world of "Morrison", it was like a thunderbolt that split the entire world.

He looked at Xishiti who was so close to him and wanted to reach out and grab her.

It's just instinct under the control of magic.

However, he had already lost control of his body.

Feeling a chill in his chest, he slowly lowered his head.

In front of him, the sword sank into the air, leaving only a piece of the hilt.

Xishiti exerted force in her hands, and the long sword was pulled out, bringing out countless blood mixed with demonic energy.

This sword pierced Morrison's chest.

The evil spirit lost its attachment and gradually dissipated.

It was not until then that a glimmer of clarity appeared in Morrison's eyes.

When the evil thoughts that clouded the mind disappear, the suppressed fragments of memory emerge.

This entire demonic storm was a projection of Morrison's inner world onto the outside world.

At this moment, pictures emerged one after another, time went back, and the truth was finally revealed before everyone's eyes.

As one of the four greatest swordsmen of the time, Morrison is still a giant even if he has not achieved the title of Sword Saint.

What brought him to this state?

It is the sword art that has made him what he is today.

Because of his dedication to the way of the sword, he achieved the status of a swordsman; and because of his obsession with the way of the sword, he fell into depravity and became a demon.

Morrison has been trapped in the realm of swordsmanship for many years.

Over the years, he witnessed the rise of the Sword Master and the talent of his daughter, but he was like a fallen mountain. He could only watch the time pass by while his cultivation made no further progress.

He was eager to change something.

Therefore, in order to pursue the strongest swordsmanship, he even merged this mysterious fragment.

On this fragment, he felt the presence of the devil.

The power that bewitches people all the time shows its danger.

However, even though it is dangerous, it is Morrison's only hope to reach a higher level of swordsmanship.

He thought he was strong-willed and could control the devil.

However, things were not as he imagined.

He was devoured by the devil step by step and completely turned into a demon.

At first, he was able to restrain himself and ignore the voice in his heart that was always ringing.

But gradually, even he himself could not tell whether those were his truest and deepest thoughts.

He also understood that he was no longer himself.

He knew that he was about to fall, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and wanted to do something in the last moments of his life.

From the very beginning, he intended to sacrifice himself.

He used his own life to forge a successor who could truly surpass the Sword Master - his daughter, Histi!

So, he found the red-haired boy, used his own sword-art inheritance as bait, and asked him to fight with Histi in the name of sword testing, after he made a name for himself.

Morrison doesn't really care whether he wins or loses.

He just wanted an excuse, a reason to ask Xishiti out and carry out his plan.

Of course, Morrison didn't think the red-haired boy could defeat his daughter.

After all, this is the daughter he recognizes and is the one he is proud of.

Her talent and hard work were unique to him he had seen in all these years.

Morrison looked at the memories flashing before his eyes, a look of relief and satisfaction in his eyes.

His goal was finally achieved.