With clear eyes, he looked at the figure standing alone in front of nearly seventy or eighty killers in the distance, like stars over the moon. Jian Wu gently swung the long sword in his hands, and there was murderous intent surging deep in his eyes!
Young Master of Bloodshed!
This is the self-reported name of this person, and he is also the master of all killers, including the six purple-level killing gods wearing purple cloaks!
"Jian Wushuang, the number of assassins I have died in your hands has reached nearly sixty, and there are even eleven silver-level assassins who are equivalent to a real person in a calamity! You are really excellent, and you are so outstanding. The Lord doesn’t even have the heart to kill you!”
"Now, how much strength do you still have? How many swords can you still swing? It doesn't matter. There are eighty-three people here including me, young master. If you can, kill them all. In that case, you can save your master. ”
Young Master Xueliu said with a smile. He was hidden in a purple-gold cloak. His face could not be seen clearly, but he could tell that he was tall and had an unfathomable aura. He was definitely an extremely powerful master!
"Just like you idiots, no matter how many times there are, you can't kill my master."
Jian Wushuang stood with his sword in hand. Even if he was seriously injured, even if he was exhausted, his peerless grace remained. He stood there like a peerless sword unsheathed. The sword's intent was soaring to the sky, so dazzling that it would rather break than bend!
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"Young friend Ye, we have searched thousands of miles around, but there is still no response to the Life and Death Stone. Is it possible that Jian Wushuang is out of range?"
At this moment, Ye Xingchen and the other four people who set off from the main city of Huarong began a quick search, but found nothing.
"The Life and Death Stone will only be sensitive if it is within a hundred miles. The direction will definitely not be wrong. There should be some mistakes."
Ye Xingchen stood proudly in the void, his bright eyes looking into the earth and sky, his eyes burning.
Immediately, he spoke again: "Three of you, why don't we search separately and expand the range to ten thousand miles. If we find it, we will immediately send a message with a jade slip as soon as possible, but we are waiting for an opportunity."
"good!"
"no problem!"
Whoosh!
The next moment, four figures separated in the sky, and Ye Xingchen continued to search along one of the directions.
"Brother Jian, where are you?"
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"Haha, Zhenjun Jianqi's power is indeed extraordinary, especially after he came out of the Yuhua ruins. Although he only has ten years of life left, his combat power has increased several times. But since I, the bloody Higanhua, can take action, does this count? Are you there?"
Young Master Xueliu's tone was deep and unpredictable, and the sound of the four words "Yuhua Ruins" immediately made Jian Wushuang's clear eyes condense!
"What? Do you really think that only your master and apprentice know about the Yuhua ruins? Even now, I am not afraid to tell you that it is the Yuhua ruins that I came out to do this time! Since your master has the means to enter the Yuhua ruins, Permissions, do you think we will let you go?"
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but at this moment all the doubts in his heart were solved, and he also knew why the bloody Bianhua flower was chasing them. It turned out to be the ruins of Yuhua!
"Do you feel a sudden enlightenment? In this case, I will give you one last chance. As long as you abandon your sword and surrender, and voluntarily become my blood sword puppet, then maybe I will spare your master's life. , anyway, he doesn’t have a few more years to live.”
"Jian Wushuang, the opportunity is given to you, it depends on whether you can seize it."
Young Master Xueliu stretched out a pale hand from under his purple and gold cloak. He held it in the air, and suddenly there was a terrifying aura of having the universe in his hand rippling out!
The world suddenly became quiet, except for the sound of water flowing still roaring!
Jian Wushuang stood tall, but at this moment he suddenly closed his eyes. He raised the ancient sword in his right hand and held it in his hands. There was a hint of sincerity on his face, as if he was holding the sword in his hand. Not just a sword, but the spirit of kendo!
"I only have one sword! The sword can change the wind and clouds. It should be used to save people from desperate situations. It should be used to swim against the current! It should be used to kill enemies in ten directions!"
kill!
Jian Wushuang seemed to be whispering, his voice was low at first, but then it became louder and louder, as if it resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, and spread all over the world. The long sword in his hand, which had already been stained with blood, began to clank continuously at this moment, as if he felt The master's gradually desolate state of mind!
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for twelve years in my life. I live by the sword and die by the sword. I am never lonely by the sword!"
"However, the road ahead is now over. Although I am reluctant, my destiny is like this. I have no fear in my heart. I only have three major regrets!"
"It's a pity that I can't reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. With the three-foot long sword in my hand, I can fight against all the peerless masters in the world and experience the supreme elegance of swordsmanship at its ultimate level!"
"My second regret is that I can't respect my master until the end, and I can't return to the Beidou Tianjian Sect!"
"My three regrets are that I can't fight with my life-and-death friend, Brother Ye, and I can't have a drink with him anymore!"
"The three biggest regrets in this life are helplessness and unwillingness!"
"Since I am destined to perish today, I will sweep away all the filth before my eyes from this world, and let my sword and my swordsmanship be glorious for the last time! Brilliant once more!"
"I am a sword cultivator. I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"
"The sword is there for everyone, but the sword destroys everyone...!"
boom!
The next moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and the clear eyes suddenly reflected the shadows of two ancient, gorgeous, and exquisite long swords, which seemed to contain the sharpest meaning in the world, and contained the nine days and ten swords. The secret of endless swordsmanship!
An earth-shaking aura exploded around Jian Wushuang, as if two divine swords capable of piercing the sky emerged from the sky and evolved under the sky!
Groan!
The simple long sword in Jian Wu's hands groaned softly, as if it was jumping for joy, and it seemed like it was clanging for the last time!
"Old man! Today you and I will fight side by side for the last time! Hahahaha..."
Looking at the long sword in his hand, Jian Wu's eyes showed infinite nostalgia, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled!
Jian Wushuang is not such a person who lets his emotions show off, and controls himself all the time, but at this moment, he is willing to indulge himself!
Uh-huh!
The supreme edge of the ancient long sword bloomed. Jian Wushuang stepped out with one step. The wound burst open, blood spattered, and the blood robe touched the ground. However, he ignored it and actually took the initiative to attack the killer of the bloody flower!
"Stubborn! In this case, although it is a pity, we have no choice but to kill him. Killing God Eleven will take action to destroy this person."
Young Master Xueliu saw Jian Wushuang taking the initiative to fight with his sword, and knowing Jian Wushuang's choice to rather die than surrender, his face under the cloak instantly became cold and ruthless, and he waved his right hand lightly.
"Here!"
A figure in a purple cloak suddenly rushed out, and an extremely vast and terrifying wave surged around him, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood spreading!
This is a purple-level killing god who is bathed in blood, codenamed Killing God Eleven. He possesses the powerful cultivation level of the True Monarch of Two Tribulations in the early stage, and can be called an absolute king of the same level!
The Flower Blood Thorn of the Other Shore appeared in the hands of Killing God Eleven, and the void around him was collapsing, unable to withstand this terrible murderous intention!
"Mysterious killing method! Extremely cold thorn!"
With a swipe sound, Killing God Eleven disappeared into the void, leaving not even the slightest fluctuation behind, appearing and disappearing as if he had disappeared out of thin air!
But at this moment, Jian Wushuang didn't care at all and went towards the Young Master Xueliu!
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"No! Still not!"
In the void, Ye Xingchen held the Life and Death Stone tightly, looking at the Life and Death Stone that had turned blood red, with an extremely terrifying light in his eyes!
He has searched the surrounding area for hundreds of thousands of miles, but there is still no response from the Life and Death Stone.
The golden rainbow cut through the void, and the power of spiritual thoughts spread in all directions. Ye Xingchen did not give up. Suddenly, his figure paused and his brows furrowed, as if he sensed something!
"Is this... the sound of a waterfall? It's about one hundred and fifty miles away from here!"
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"die!"
A void diagonally behind Jian Wushuang suddenly tore open, and a blood thorn stabbed out from it at extremely fast speed!
Poof!
The other shore flower blood thorn pierced Jian Wushuang's waist without any hindrance!
At the same time, the figure of Killing God Eleven flashed out of the void, and his lifeless face under the cloak showed a hint of enthusiasm and excitement. Harvesting lives was his happiest thing!
However, the next moment, Killing God Eleven suddenly heard a sword roar!
Then his face suddenly froze, and his neck went cold. Then he seemed to see his own body, but it was headless and was spurting blood!
In the end, the God of Death Eleven fell completely into eternal darkness.
The blood-stained ancient sword swept across the void. Jian Wushuang's mouth was bleeding, but there was also a hint of fanaticism on his face. At this moment, he felt that his life was intense to the extreme!
Life is strong and wonderful!
It was really a pleasure to kill the True Lord of Two Tribulations with one sword!
Click!
It was as if something inside Jian Wushuang was broken and completely fused, but Jian Wushuang couldn't care anymore.
Groan!
The long sword pierced the void and headed towards the young master of Bloodstream!
"Killing Gods Twelve and Thirteen, attack together."
Feeling the sword slashed by Jian Wushuang with all his strength, Young Master Xueliu was not confused at all and spoke coldly.
Swish, swish, swish!
The two purple-level killing gods struck again, with extremely tricky angles. One of them actually blocked Jian Wushuang's sword with his own body. It was extremely decisive and ruthless!
Even Jian Wushuang's eyes were fixed, and he didn't expect it at all!
Poof!
In an instant, Jian Wushuang's back was pierced by another blood thorn!
puff!
This stab finally completely stirred up Jian Wushuang's injuries, all of which worsened in an instant, causing him to spurt out blood!
With a clang, the ancient sword was thrown away. Jian Wushuang staggered back, his whole body trembling, and he had reached his limit.
Young Master Xueliu looked at Jian Wushuang, slowly shook his head and said: "You can kill a purple-level killing god in such a seriously injured state, Jian Wushuang, you are really powerful to the limit! If you were intact, maybe This young master also has to be afraid of you. What a pity... What a pity... Twelve, send him back to the west. Remember, cut his body into thousands of pieces, but cut off his head and make it into a Jingguan. Come to pay homage to our dead brother.”
call out!
The Twelve Gods of Death revealed a ferocious smile, and the bloody thorns in his hands cut through the sky, heading towards Jian Wushuang!
The bloody young master turned around and left, never looking at Jian Wushuang again.
"die!"
Looking at the bloody thorn, Jian Wushuang showed a sharp smile on his lips, and then an indescribable aura began to riot in his body!
But just when Jian Wushuang was about to self-destruct, he suddenly seemed to feel something, and the smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a heartfelt smile!
And the face of Young Master Xueliu who turned around and left suddenly changed, looking towards the void!
Ouch!
An earth-shaking real dragon roar resounded loudly, and then a huge cauldron with a height of ten thousand feet appeared from the sky and suppressed it!
"Is this a divine weapon? Back away!"
Young Master Xueliu spoke sharply, but he immediately retreated!
Boom!
The giant cauldron suppressed it, causing the entire waterfall to collapse, and the endless water flow exploded, flooding the earth and the sky!
No one noticed that during this process, a shimmering sound-transmitting jade slip shuttled through the void.
When everything calmed down, the whole place was devastated, as if something earth-shaking had happened!
The blood-flowing young master in the distance looked ferociously at this place, with three purple-level killing gods surrounding him tightly, and beyond that were more than seventy silver-level assassins and green-level killers!
"Damn thing! No matter who you are, you will die without a burial today!"
The voice of Young Master Bloodstream was extremely cruel, as if there were endless waves of blood surging!
In the center of the turbulent place, under the steaming water, there was a tall and slender voice looming, supporting another figure.
The clear and cold voice echoed in all directions through the endless water vapor!
"Just because you are a bunch of bastards who have been hiding for thousands of years?"
The water mist dissipated, and two figures were revealed. The black military robe was wet, the thick black hair was shawl, the eyes were bright, the expression was calm, and the killing intent was boiling. It was Ye Xingchen!
At the critical moment, Ye Xingchen finally arrived!
"Brother Jian, can we continue fighting?"
Ye Xingchen helped Jian Wushuang, who was covered in blood, and asked with a smile.
Jian Wushuang smiled dumbly, and grabbed a place in the void with his right hand. The ancient sword was immediately captured by him and held in his hand!
"A person dies when his sword is broken. The sword is not broken yet. What do you think, Brother Ye?"
"Okay! Today the two of us will fight side by side again, live and die together, and kill him until his blood flows like a river! Fight until the sun and moon fail!"
Ye Xingchen laughed, and immediately tore off a large piece of cloth from his martial robe, then tied Jian Wushuang to himself tightly from behind, and finally tied a knot!
Black hair danced wildly, Ye Xingchen and Jian Wushuang both looked up to the sky and smiled, full of pride!
In the next moment, Ye Xingchen kicked off his right foot and soared into the sky with Jian Wushuang on his back. Pure gold blood energy exploded, and his laughter shook the sky!
"Those bastards from the other side of the river! If you want our lives, come and take it if you have the guts!"
