Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword finally came out.
Different from the previous sword Qi Jinghong, this sword seemed extremely ordinary, and it even seemed that the speed of the sword was a bit slow.
But at the moment when the sword was thrust out, Song Xuan could clearly sense that the world around him seemed to have changed.
The breath of doom is coming, and the world seems to have become dim, falling into emptiness and silence.
Song Xuan's eyes were filled with illusions.
Mountains and rivers are shattered, volcanoes erupt, and all living things are extinct. On the boundless desert, there are only countless bones, and the fertile fields are covered with dense forests!
Everything within a hundred miles of Leigu Mountain was frozen at this moment.
When the wind stopped and the clouds stopped, all the masters watching the battle, including Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, etc., had a look of horror in their eyes. Their consciousness was still there, but they sadly discovered that they could no longer control themselves at this moment. body of.
The aura of death and ominousness filled everyone's minds. Just watching the battle from a distance, with just a hint of it, many people felt a sense of falling into a state of eternal destruction.
Song Xuan's expression was more solemn than ever before. He had never been so serious before fighting against the sweeping monk.
Because Yan Shisan's figure disappeared, it seemed that he and his sword were completely integrated into death, and his spiritual consciousness was unable to capture the figure of the other party.
Tsk!
A bit of cold star appeared, and a splash of blood splashed on Song Xuan's chest. In the blood light, Yan Shisan's figure appeared. The life-threatening sword had penetrated into the flesh and blood of Song Xuan's chest and was blocked by his bones.
But the next moment, Yan Shisan's arm shook, and the life-threatening sword shattered like sand and fell downwards.
Yan Shisan's cold face became extremely peaceful at this moment, and there was even a touch of pride between his eyebrows.
"Senior, I win this sword!"
Song Xuan nodded, "Yes, you win!"
The corners of Yan Shisan's mouth raised slightly, and strange changes began to appear on his whole body.
Visible to the naked eye, light began to flicker on the opponent's body. It was the light of death, an ominous light, and the aura of the end of destruction spread from his body.
Then, Yan Shisan began to crack like porcelain, cracking and cracking, like dry old tree roots that were blown by the wind after completely losing moisture, and turned into smoke and dust with a rustling sound.
The sword strike just now consumed all his energy and energy, and he won the swordsmanship competition with Song Xuan, the perfect master who was comparable to the great master!
He won!
But the price of winning is death!
But Yan Shisan didn't care. He was about to die. He was able to sublimate to the fullest and fully bloom the brilliance of the fifteenth sword before death. He won a move in the Grand Master's battle, and there was no longer anything. Pity.
Song Xuan stood there, the injury on his chest healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, he didn't care about his injuries, but closed his eyes and was immersed in the power of the last sword in his mind.
Yan Shisan is following an extreme path of swordsmanship. It is difficult to go far on this path, but I have to say that his explosive power is really ridiculously strong.
He is a perfect master, possesses the soul of martial arts, practices heavenly and human-level skills, and his body is extremely powerful, but even so, he was still injured by Yan Shisan's sword.
The injury was not serious, but it was enough to prove how terrifying the fifteenth sword was.
If Yan Shisan was given a magic weapon, and if Yan Shisan's lifespan was ten times longer, that sword just now could even pose a fatal threat to the Grand Master!
When Song Xuan was comprehending the fifteenth sword, Song Qian and Yao Yue appeared beside him. They looked at it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.
"With that sword, I actually felt the danger."
Song Qian's eyes seemed to be shining, "That sword is probably more powerful than the average grand master's attack. At least the sweeping monk's attack method is not as good as the fifteenth sword. To counterattack the grand master with the master level, this Yan Shisan , What a swordsman genius!”
As she said that, she grinned, "This sword is so handsome, it will be my Shura Sword from now on!"
Yao Yue was a little surprised, "Do you understand his sword move?"
"hold head high!"
Song Qian wondered: "Is it difficult to understand? It's not complicated to condense the monstrous murderous intent, and use the murderous intent to induce the power of death to descend and merge into a sword. Sister-in-law, you must not have noticed it, right?"
Yao Yue pursed her lips and remained silent, then shook her head after a while, "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet!"
call!
At this time, Song Xuan opened his eyes and let out a breath, "The genius of this world is really like a crucian carp crossing the river. You really should not underestimate the people of the world!"
This battle benefited him a lot.
His soul was just deducing the fifteenth sword.
On the basis of this sword, he had found the fifteenth sword that was most suitable for him to use, and Song Xuan was vaguely looking forward to it.
He knows very well that this sword will be very powerful after the soul's deduction is perfected!
Very strong!
Several people stood in mid-air and talked in low voices.
Many of the martial arts heroes who were watching from a distance were lying limply on the ground. Their bodies were not injured in any way, but their spirits were extremely exhausted.
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "How happy is it to live and how painful is it to die? Why don't we just go west!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he wiped his neck with his sword, and blood spurted out, but the other party showed no sign of pain, and instead had a smile of relief on his face.
"Haha, your Excellency said it well, let's go together!"
Poof!
Another person wiped his neck.
Like a plague, as the first person committed suicide, dozens of people committed suicide one after another. Without exception, these people looked very weak and tired, but their eyes were extremely excited, and they had an inexplicable yearning and desire for death. expect.
"Sir, we are not worried about Brother Bao being on the road alone. We should go first, and we will assist you in your next life to achieve great things!"
On the top of a mountain, Feng BoE hugged Bao BuTong's body, raised his hand and slapped his forehead suddenly, and then his body tilted and he collapsed on the ground.
"stop!"
Murong Fu has not yet recovered from the aftermath of the disaster. At this moment, he had fled far away before Song Xuan and Yan Shisan fought. When he was uneasy, he saw his three remaining family members. Jiang Zai committed suicide one after another, and his mentality suddenly collapsed.
He rushed over like crazy to stop several people from committing suicide, but in the end it was still a step too late. When he arrived, the bodies of the four loyal generals under his command were tightly packed together, and they were no longer alive.
"How could this happen...how could this happen!"
Murong Fu covered his head and couldn't accept this reality. He obviously came to Leigu Mountain to try his luck and compete for opportunities, but why did it end like this?
He doesn’t understand and can’t understand!
He, Murong Fu, had never done anything harmful to nature in his life, so why did all the bad luck happen to him?
