Suicide is undoubtedly a kind of respect for a supreme strong man!

As early as ancient times, when the dynasty changed, the emperor of the last dynasty would choose to commit suicide, which is a great tribute.

After all, as a supreme powerhouse, if you die at the hands of someone else, it is almost a shame, a stain on the word "supreme".

Therefore, in order to show his respect for Ximen Piaoxue, Linghu Chong gave Ximen Piaoxue the opportunity to commit suicide.

This may seem like an insult, but in fact, it is the utmost respect.

Simon is snowing, lost! In the battle of life and death, since you are dead, there is no point in living, which is an extremely simple truth.

"Hehe, Linghu Chong, you also have a bright time."

Ximen Piaoxue chuckled a few times, and the hidden sword in his hand made a clear sword sound with a "bang".

"Buzz!"

A brilliant sword light blessed Ximen Piaoxue.

"The supreme powerhouse, even if it is dead, should die in the past and the present."

Ximen Piaoxue's eyes were cold, and a terrifying sword momentum erupted from his body, which was as turbulent as the waves of the sea, which was shocking.

Ling Hu Chong squinted his eyes, stared at Ximen Piaoxue deadly, and said indifferently: "Aren't you still willing to die?" In that case, then I will personally kill you! ”

Fall.

The [Dugu Sword] in Ling Hu Chong's hand suddenly bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and the cold sword rays condensed into a terrifying and terrifying sword stream.

"Kill."

Ling Hu Chong's expression was extremely solemn, and a low roar came out of his mouth, which was indeed terrifying.

"Boom!"

Linghu Chong's whole person, like a ghost, burst out in an instant.

"Slash!"

Ling Hu Chong said scornfully.

The razor-sharp blade in his hand slashed down towards the snow at the West Gate.

Ximen drifts snow, practices the swordsmanship of the Ximen family, uses snow and plum into the sword, around his body, snowflakes fly, plum blossoms scatter, and the gorgeous scene is very charming.

However, in just an instant, the sword in Ling Hu Chong's hand broke through the defenses around Ximen Piaoxue and blasted Ximen Piaoxue out.

"Bang!"

Ximen Piaoxue's body moved sideways nearly a hundred meters away, and he fell to the ground fiercely, and the whole person was spitting blood from his mouth, and his face was pale and pale.

"It's time to put an end to this."

Linghu Chong floated between heaven and earth, with a three-foot cold sword in his hand, exuding a sword light that was impossible to see.

"Boom!"

The sound of swords rang out.

"Zla!"

A sword ray, from above the [Dugu Sword], burst out like a falling meteor, pointing directly at the snow at the West Gate.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were still, and Ximen Piaoxue smiled helplessly and couldn't help but close his eyes.

It's all over!

Ling Hu Chong, cultivating the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction is indeed stronger and domineering than the swordsmanship of the Ximen clan.

It's no wonder that as early as two thousand years ago, Ximen Blowing Snow, as the strongest swordsman of the Ximen clan, would lose to Dugu for defeat.

It turned out that the end of all this was already doomed more than 2,000 years ago.

"Xiao Xuan, the burden of the Ximen clan will be handed over to you from now on."

Ximen Piaoxue's eyes closed slightly, and he said indifferently in his heart.

As early as before, he taught Ye Xuan the supreme swordsmanship of the Ximen clan, in order to let Ye Xuan inherit the swordsmanship of the Ximen clan.

He never believed that the swordsmanship of the Ximen clan was inferior to the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction.

However, the ending in front of him made him powerless to refute.

If you lose, you lose.

The swordsmanship of the Ximen clan is indeed not as powerful as the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction.

The brilliant sword light fell from the sky and fell above the Ximen Drifting Snow, about to pierce the body of the Drifting Snow of the West Gate.

"Brother, I, the Simon family, lost."

Ximen Piaoxue's face was as thin as firewood, but at this moment, a few wry smiles were wiped on his face, and he shouted: "The Ximen clan has completely lost." ”

"Boom!"

The sword that Ling Hu Chong slashed down fell horizontally, directly slashing at Ximen Piaoxue.

Can!

Almost at that moment.

A ray of brilliance, how dazzling, rose from the distant Changbai Mountain, climbed over the three mountains and five mountains, passed through the stars of the Hanhai Sea, and fell directly over Kunlun City.

"Dugu seeks defeat, don't you show up yet?"

A terrifying burst of shouting rang out.

Heaven and earth tremble!

The entire Kunlun City, under the shock of this sound, actually appeared silent for a moment, and no one dared to respond.

Ye Xuan fled and left, but at this moment, he also stood on his heels and stared coldly at the light in the sky.

"Master...... Finally, did you make a move? ”

Ye Xuan's heart trembled violently, and those deep eyes, at this moment, were trembling constantly, and even tears were dripping.

He thought that his master would not care about him anymore. After all, now that he is angry with too many forces, he is called the demon head by the cultivation realm, and he is almost the target of the public, and all the big forces are quick to kill Ye Xuan.

But now, his master has made a move!

This shot is a tremor of heaven and earth.

A void figure was suspended between heaven and earth, and a cold and whitish three-foot cold sword wandered behind that void figure.

At the foot of that figure, it was Ling Hu Chong and Ximen Piaoxue.

If this figure hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid that at this time, Ximen Piaoxue would definitely have fallen.

Ling Hu Chong's heart was also trembling, and a pair of cold eyes wiped a few traces of coldness.

"What are you talking about? My patriarch, how could he be here? ”

Ling Hu Chong raised his voice, the words were sonorous and powerful, and he scolded sharply.

"Huh."

The void figure suddenly let out a sneer, and said indifferently: "Just [Earth Monarch Realm], dare to shout again?" I don't know if I'm alive or dead! ”

Fall.

The void figure slapped down with one palm.

Ling Hu Chong only felt a very terrifying momentum, overwhelming, falling from the sky, like a brilliant meteorite, smashing towards him.

"Boom!"

Ling Hu Chong's legs bent violently, and under that huge momentum, he could barely stand upright, his knees bent, and he was embarrassed.

"You're not qualified to talk to me."

That ethereal figure is undoubtedly the Joyful Daojun.

At this moment, Xiaoyao Daojun glanced at Ling Hu Chong coldly, and then, he looked indifferent, looked at the sky in the distance, and said indifferently: "Do you dare to do it?" Dugu seeks defeat, the sword just now, but your sword? Otherwise, with only Ling Hu Chong, how could he defeat Ximen Piaoxue with one sword? ”

"I said, my family patriarch is not here at all."

Linghu Chong said sharply, but at this time, his expression was ugly, as if he had done something wrong, and he was very weak-hearted.

"Really?"

Xiaoyao Daojun's eyes were cold, and the three-foot cold sword behind him stabbed at Ling Hu Chong with a "boom".

"In that case, then you are dead!"

Like a god of death, there was hardly any tenderness to be seen in the dry eyes of the Joyful Daojun, and he said very indifferently.

"Whew!"

[Changbai Sword] is very sharp, breaking through the air and roaring, which is not comparable to ordinary sword blades at all.

In just an instant, the [Changbai Sword] stabbed half a meter in front of Ling Hu Chong's body, almost stabbing into Ling Hu Chong's chest.

A thin figure, with snow-white long hair reaching to the waist, and a face full of wrinkles, but those eyes are very charming.

"You, are you willing to show up?"

Standing on top of the void, the Joyful Daojun couldn't help but sneer a few times, looked at the old man with waist-length white hair, and said coldly.

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PS: There have been a lot of things lately, I don't want to explain too much, update, it must not be less.

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