No one can describe the brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the style of this sword...
I just felt an indescribable majesty of heaven and earth rushing towards my face, as if carrying the will of God, it fell ruthlessly on the Beihan Tribulation Monument.
boom--
The dazzling light engulfed everything.
The strong impact and violent sound waves surged in all directions like a tide, blowing down the buildings of the City Lord's Mansion piece by piece.
Bricks and tiles flew and sawdust flew.
The inexplicable charm of Zuowang Tao turned into a light curtain to protect the Beihan Tribulation Monument, and also protected Yang Gang under the ice monument.
"It's still... not enough!"
Yang Gang's stature was so short that he almost bent his knees and knelt down under the immense power of the Heavenly Sword.
He carried the Beihan Tribulation Monument, staggered, and roared unwillingly!
"Burn it for me!"
The Great Sun Burning Heaven Yuanshen is like a small sun, blooming with dazzling brilliance. The ice and snow on the Beihan Tribulation Monument melted, and wisps of Zuowangdao rhyme were forcibly integrated into his body like flowing water.
Then it turned into a series of transcendent, ethereal and uncertain fairyland powers.
"good."
Song Youque only made a faint comment.
Then, he slashed out the second sword.
Heavenly Sword - break the tribulation.
Thousands of sword lights converged into one beam, and the extremely condensed sword light instantly struck the Beihan Tribulation Monument.
'Click~~'
The ice monument that has been passed down for thousands of years has cracks like spider webs on its surface, as if it will completely shatter into slag when the cold wind blows.
Yang Gang knelt on one knee, supporting the ground with one hand, and dragging the Beihan Tribulation Monument on his shoulder with the other.
It’s like carrying mountains and hope on your back.
He clenched his teeth and tried his best to absorb the power of Zuowang Daoyun and merge it into his own body.
"So what if you're an immortal? So what if you sit and forget the scriptures? It's not like Mr. Song has never killed an immortal before. Just like what you said just now, power is in the hands of people, not a dead thing."
Song Youque looked indifferent and took a step forward.
suddenly.
His steps paused.
Turning around, he looked at a 'body' on the ground.
The biting cold wind blew against the bloody red clothes, and a very slow but powerful heartbeat suddenly sounded in Ye Hongyi's already cold body.
"Dong~~~"
"Dong dong~~"
The blood-stained face, the rigid flushing and unwillingness calmed down little by little, and the body softened little by little. In her heart, a red Taoist heart was rapidly re-condensing.
Ye Hongyi seemed to have had a dream.
next moment.
Her lifeless body slowly sat up from the ground.
His eyes suddenly opened.
Like a pool of spring water, he looked at Yang Gang who was carrying the Beihan Tribulation Monument, with indescribable tenderness and sweetness in his eyes.
"???"
Yang Gang was completely shocked.
What kind of situation could he be resurrected even after he died like that? And... what kind of look is this?
Why is it even worse than when Zhao Ling looked at him...
"Alas~~~" A sigh sounded.
"Love has been cut off for three lifetimes, and the heart of Tao is reunited. You have finally taken this step..." Song Youque looked at his daughter with a somewhat complicated expression.
It seemed to be gratifying and regretful, but there was no surprise or surprise at all.
"Yes. It turns out that being extremely passionate... can really lead to enlightenment."
Ye Hongyi said softly, always looking at Yang Gang, as if he was the only one in the world. At this moment, all the crazy murderous thoughts in her body were gone, and her infatuated personality had completely taken over.
Yang Gang was dumbfounded.
The people around him were also dumbfounded.
That heart-killing technique is truly evil!
Not only can he cut off his emotions, but he can also be extremely passionate about them and condense an infatuated heart?
"good."
Song Youfang nodded, "When my father resolves these conflicts, I will abide by the agreement and wait for you to survive the Yuan Shen Tribulation...come and kill me."
Say it.
He slashed at Yang Gang with his sword.
'Ding~' There was a clear sound of swords clashing.
Ye Hongyi held a red sword and appeared in front of Yang Gang like a ghost.
Slowly shaking his head: "It's not important anymore, it's not important anymore. But, he...is important."
"I don't allow you to kill him." She said word by word, and an astonishing aura suddenly erupted from her body. It was ten times stronger than before, and she entered the realm of the soul.
A cold wind blew inexplicably in the sky.
Like a steel knife scraping bones, the yin energy is so strong that it seems to penetrate flesh and bone.
One of the three tribulations of the wind, fire, and thunder gods, the Yin Wind tribulation, is about to come.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Song Youque's expression was shocked and his voice was filled with anger.
"I know, very clearly."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Ye Hongyi's face, "Isn't all this what you expected?"
"Go away."
Song Youque finally got angry, which was rare. He swiped his sword and knocked Ye Hongyi away.
Even if she has stepped into the realm of Yuanshen, even if she has mastered the art of killing love and is extremely passionate about love, she is still far from being a match for the Heavenly Sword.
Heavenly Sword - break the tribulation.
The extremely condensed sword light, with a decisive killing intent, fell towards Yang Gang's head.
Ye Hongyi's expression remained unchanged, holding a red sword in hand, and suddenly thrust out a sword energy full of the worldly atmosphere.
The cold wind blows, the red clothes flutter, the beauty is like jade - the sword is like a rainbow.
"Pfft~~"
The sword light passed through a soft body.
Bright red blood splashed onto Yang Gang's face.
A piece of warmth.
"I said... you are not allowed... to kill him." Ye Hongyi smiled foolishly, and the red sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
She turned to look at Yang Gang, her eyes as deep as water.
The body fell limply.
After blocking Yang Gang's fatal blow, her newly condensed infatuated Taoist heart was shattered again. The internal organs were completely shattered into powder by the violent and unparalleled power.
This time, even gods can't save him.
"Red~~" Song Youque was stunned on the spot, holding the supreme heavenly sword of the giant god clan, with veins popping out on the back of his hand.
However.
At this time, Ye Hongyi only had eyes for Yang Gang.
She was dying and crawling on the ground. She spent all her strength and finally... crawled to Yang Gang's feet.
He stood up unsteadily and leaned his upper body into Yang Gang's arms.
Ye Hongyi touched his face with a smile on her face: "I said...if I die...I will die in your arms."
"I..." Yang Gang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"Shhh."
Ye Hongyi pressed his lips gently, "Don't say anything. I know, I know you don't like me...it doesn't matter. I can lean on you in your arms before I die...I'm...satisfied..."
Yang Gang's cheek suddenly felt hot.
"Giggle~" Ye Hongyi smiled coquettishly, and her red lips slowly left Yang Gang's cheek.
Leaning her head in his arms, she whispered softly: "Remember, my...my name is Song...Hongye." After saying that, she closed her eyes gently, with a peaceful smile on her face.
There is no breath left in the body.
Ye Hongyi is dead.
She died in the hands of her father, Tian Dao, and in Yang Gang's arms. She died with satisfaction and no regrets.
"..."
Zhao Ling stared blankly at the two people leaning against each other, his pupils shaking.
"ah--"
Suddenly there was a loud roar.
A terrifying aura erupted from Song Youque's body, setting off a gust of wind.
He paused suddenly, his hair disheveled, and looked at Yang Gang coldly.
"It was you, you killed her."
"Did I kill her?"
Yang Gang sneered, laid Ye Hongyi's body flat on the ground, stood up slowly, and picked up the Beihan Tribulation Monument.
At the same time, he silently picked up a knife on the ground.
"It's just a little bit off, just a little bit off..." He faced Song Youque, the heavenly sword, and raised the ordinary long sword in his hand.
Song Youque, who fell into a rage, obviously would not give him another chance.
Then, there is only war!
Carrying the stele, Yang Gang walked towards Song Youque carrying the Beihan Jie stele.
He actually took the initiative to swing a knife.
"Fengtian!"
The Great Sun Burning Sky Yuanshen burned completely, and finally turned into a brilliant light that merged into the long sword and shot out with electricity.
Bang!
Song Youque swiped his sword horizontally, and directly cut off the sword that had been transformed into the Sun Burning Sky Primordial Spirit into dust.
Yang Gang spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes suddenly turned black, and his pupils suddenly became blurry.
His soul has been destroyed, and his vitality has been completely cut off.
This life.
It has come to an end.
"Haha, hahaha." However, Yang Gang smiled brightly.
The Beihan Tribulation Monument on his shoulders shattered and disintegrated piece by piece, and all the strands of Siwangdao rhyme melted into his body.
This battle was extremely brutal.
But it’s finally the end!
