Murong Yingjie fell from the sky, his hand broke off inch by inch, he stepped on the ground, his body staggered and fell, and he simply sat on the ground, smiling and not saying a word.

The face was covered with ashes, and it was already at the end of its power, but its arms were intact.

The severed arm was naturally not his, but Xu Jiaoren.

The speed of the dissipation of that lotus flower increased suddenly, and the power of Xu Jiao's divine soul suddenly dropped by one level, and the power of annihilation pressed down, crushing the layers of lotus flowers and bombarding his chest.

The spirit disappeared, the lotus flower was gone, and his body fell from the sky to the ground with a bang, smashing into the dust.

Pei Ziyun shook his body and fell.

Xu Jiaoren's body penetrated the ground, the so-called low to the dust, of course, it was very low, the smoke and dust above the pit gradually dispersed, and his shadow had not yet been revealed.

Not even a sound sounded.

But no one will think that he is dead, Pei Ziyun is certainly tough to kill with one blow, but it is impossible to use this blow to kill the head of Changlin who has been hundreds of years old.

Pei Ziyun stood up, looked at Murong Yingjie in surprise, and said complicatedly: "What a big stroke." ”

This is of course a compliment, and it is quite a remarkable thing to be able to get praise from Wudang Mountain.

Murong Yingjie felt a little proud, with a smile on his face: "Of course." ”

Pei Ziyun sighed and felt a little pity: "If you can live, that's the best thing." ”

With a glimpse of the threshold of the Six Realms, he might have to step into that realm one step faster than everyone present.

Murong Yingjie didn't care, he gently adjusted his body to make himself sit more comfortably, he looked at the entire Gusu City, and said with a smile: "It's best to die, there are no worries, there were always a lot of things to do before, but now that he is about to die, he suddenly finds that these things are no longer important." ”

He paused for a moment, then said softly, "It's best to die, it's a hundred." ”

used his own life to revitalize the whole plan, no one in Datang will die, only he will die.

This certainly deserves a terrific compliment.

Pei Ziyun looked up at Murong Xiao, who was confronting Xiao Boru, with sarcasm and disdain on his face: "Your father is much worse than you, no wonder he hasn't been able to touch that realm for so many years." ”

This time, Murong Yingjie didn't speak, and the smugness on his face faded a lot.

The only thing that can't stand in the whole plan is the old sword god, but the plan is like this, if the old sword god does not choose to betray Datang, but joins forces with him, it will be much easier to do things.

But death is very frightening, this is not the Wuliang Temple, there are not so many ginseng to break through the red dust.

In the end, it came to this.

Therefore, Murong Yingjie must die, or he is bent on death.

Pei Ziyun rubbed his chest and walked to the side of the pit and stood down, looking down at the pitch black below, without any light.

Xu Jiaoren still didn't come out, but his breath came up very clearly, and he didn't know what he was doing under the pit.

Pei Ziyun frowned.

A sword light shot out from his palm towards the entrance of the cave, and in an instant, it pierced through the hole with an incomparably powerful destructive force, and the hole began to collapse, and the surrounding soil collapsed and covered it.

Xu Jiaoren remained motionless, even if he was buried alive.

Pei Ziyun's brows furrowed a little deeper, but Murong Yingjie didn't care so much, he just wanted to take a look at Gusu City before he died, even if the city was broken.

The surroundings were quiet, and only the footsteps of Murong galloping on the long street kept ringing.

The old sword god stood in the sky with his body bent, Xiao Boru looked at him and raised his chin.

All the accidents happened very suddenly and were difficult to guard against, just like at this moment, Murong Xiao, who had been on the passive defense before, actually raised his sword and slashed it with lightning speed.

This sword is fast, maybe not as strong as the previous sword Changlong, but it is definitely faster than that sword.

The most important thing is that this sword is very abrupt, no one would have imagined that in such a situation, Xiao Boru, who was facing the second in the world, would take the initiative to take the initiative to take the sword.

It's a fight for life.

The sharp sword light appeared in front of Xiao Boru in the blink of an eye, and his withered body carried an incomparably thick dead aura, and this dead aura was actually used by him at this moment to strengthen the sword intent.

Decay falls.

Xiao Boru raised the Falling Immortal Sword indifferently, but his movements were slight, not only his movements slowed down.

The ripples of the water spread out in all directions, and the sky was like a mirror.

Xu Jiaoren's aura still stopped under the pit, but his body appeared strangely from the air, and stood behind Xiao Boru, the only one left

Only one arm stretched forward and looked at Xiao Boru's back, and the power of the divine soul radiated from his palm, imprisoning his body.

Xiao Boru's arm only paused for a moment before breaking free, but the old sword god's sword was too fast.

A short moment is enough for them to do a lot.

Life and death are in this moment.

Xiao Boru returned to Datang from the Green Sea and was seriously injured, he didn't have a sword in his hand at that time, and then he went back to Chaoge City and took the Luoxian Sword.

Only with a sword can he live up to the name of the sword immortal.

And the Luoxian Sword is also the first sword in the world.

The moment his body was restrained, his sword intent was integrated into the Falling Immortal Sword, and although his arm was frozen in mid-air, the sword had already come out of his hand to meet it.

The two blood-stained swords collided in the sky, and the sword qi exploded like thunder, and the space collapsed, revealing a dark void crack, and countless spiritual qi between heaven and earth were absorbed into it, forming a huge vortex in the sky above Gusu City, like a wild beast opening its huge mouth, wanting to swallow the entire city into its belly.

Visions are innate, and that's only because of the collision of two swords.

Xiao Boru turned around, but when he was so alive and dead, he didn't even look at the results that were about to be known.

He set his eyes on Xu Jiaoren's body, and his already indifferent eyes were even more ruthless at this moment.

"Kill me to the death, Bo Tiao, you deserve it?"

Xiao Boru snorted coldly, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Xu Jiaoren across the space, reached out and grabbed his throat, and lifted Xu Jiaoren up in mid-air.

When he brought it to his eyes, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and his cold gaze seemed to be able to freeze death.

Xu Jiaoren's face was extremely ugly for the first time.

"Changlin, why are you?"

The collision of the two swords behind him continued, the voice became weaker and weaker, the old sword god's expression began to become hideous, and the whole person's body became thinner and thinner, but the aura on that sword suddenly rose to a higher level.

He reached out and grabbed it, and the power of nothingness seeped out from the cracked void gap, and the aura vortex involved in it suddenly stopped at this moment, and the aura in a radius of hundreds of miles rolled out and merged into his long sword.

The Falling Immortal Sword gradually fell, the sword body trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound, the Falling Immortal Sword was very powerful, but after all, it lacked Xiao Boru's control and became unsupported.

The skin on the old sword god's body began to swell and then exploded, and the drooping old body could not withstand the erosion of the power of nothingness at all, but this was only an external injury, no matter how serious it was, it would recover in the future, as long as this sword fell, Xiao Boru would definitely die.

Xu Jiaoren was carried by him in his hands, and the delay in killing him was not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

The powerful divine soul power imprisoned Xiao Boru's body, and the fingers that were pinching his throat couldn't use force at all, and the sharp sword intent was born from his body, fighting against the imprisoned power.

The trembling amplitude of the Falling Immortal Sword became larger and larger, and the cracks in the void became wider and wider, and the sword intent of the old sword god skyrocketed to the peak in an instant, and the friction of the blade was like a stone rolling and hitting on the blue bricks underground.

The piercing sound came into the ears, and many people on the ground were covering their ears with their hands, their faces full of pain.

Li Si stood up from the ruins, and Murong Tiancheng looked at the source soul chain and was still in a daze.

Pei Ziyun sealed the words with both hands and shot it towards the old sword god.

The two Five Realms in the courtyard were still staring at each other.

Murong came running from the long street with a lunch box.

Murong Yingjie sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the world tenderly.

......

The world became transparent, and the Falling Immortal Sword flew out of the sky far away, not knowing where it landed.

The sword of the old sword god was cut down, the sword is a gentleman, pay attention to an elegant word, and the chopping is an action that the sword and axe will do, which is used to describe the sword as an insult, but it is very suitable at this time.

For he held the hilt of his sword in both hands, and his eyes were wide with rage, and he slashed straight down from above.

This was the chopping motion, and he slashed down the sword as if it were a knife.

The momentum is sinking.

Dou Zi Jue appeared in the sky and blasted towards the long sword, only holding on for a few breaths before it was smashed, and the sword was still falling.

Xiao Boru was trapped in it by Xu Jiaoren and couldn't move, his eyes became colder and colder, and the Falling Immortal Sword, which didn't know where he flew, made a sword sound that echoed him, and then flew back through the sky.

Li Si flew to the sky, and the Ten Halls of Yama reappeared, and the cloudless sky gradually changed color.

The long sword continued to fall, the cold palace shattered and collapsed, the Ten Halls of Yama were wiped out, and Li Si's body fell from the sky, smashing into the ground like a streamer, and this time he didn't get up.

Xiao Boru broke free from the confinement, and it can also be said that Xu Jiaoren broke free from the confinement.

Xiao Boru raised his other hand to face Murong Xiao, Xu Jiao's figure

He stepped backwards, his only remaining arm still facing him.

The palm of the hand is closed, and a finger is pointed out at the back.

There was no big scene of whistling to cover the sky, so this finger was pointed out plainly.

It was on the air, and it was also on Xiao Boru's body.

The crack in the shoulder bone made a soft sound, but Xiao Boru only frowned slightly, turned his head impatiently, and a snow-white barrier appeared in front of him to block the surging divine soul power.

The white barrier turned into sword light and flew over, pulling up a white line in the sky, very thin and almost invisible.

Xu Jiaoren let out a muffled snort, a deep wound appeared on his chest, and the blood flowed faintly and his heart was beating violently, and this sword almost cut him in half.

You can't be distracted at this time, but if Xiao Boru is distracted, the sword of the old sword god can no longer be stopped.

Countless people looked up at the sky, and at this moment, two flames suddenly appeared on the ground that everyone had ignored, and the last one appeared under the sword.

Immediately after that, a phoenix roar sounded in everyone's ears, and then they saw a small black dot burst under the old sword god's body, it was Feng Zu.

It is no longer the size of a chicken, but it has become like a chicken, and the smaller it is, the faster it is, although the monk can ignore this, but there is some truth to it.

At this time, it was a good thing to be able to be fast for a moment, so Feng Zu became very small, and the flame burned vigorously.

The sword of the old sword god finally stopped completely.

"I didn't think you'd stop me. ”

Murong Xiao slashed the fire wave with his sword, his eyes became even more cloudy, and he said.

"You live longer than Yingjie, but you are not as good as him. ”

Feng Zu's body burned with flames, just like a phoenix of true nirvana.

The old sword god was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement: "He is stronger than me." ”

Feng Zu shook his head and said, "Many people are not as good as you. ”

Murong Xiao nodded again: "I'm better than many people." ”

"But you've done something wrong. ”

"I just want to live. ”

"Death is not terrible, it is the most boring thing to die like this. ”

The two confronted each other in the flames, the sword light became more and more vigorous, and the flames became smaller and smaller, the old sword god looked at it sarcastically and said, "If it weren't for the fear of death, how could you stand with Li Xiu?"

It's a bit crude, but it makes a lot of sense.

Feng Zu stopped talking, and the originally weak flame suddenly bloomed with unprecedented light, like a last-minute return to light.

Murong Xiao's clothes kept burning, a scorched smell came from his body, and with a flash of sword light, Feng Zu's body also fell from the sky.

Along the way, blood kept spilling, falling to the ground and making a hot sound.

The old sword god stopped in the air, less than twenty steps away from Xiao Boru, but he didn't continue to do it, because it was no longer necessary.

Xu Jiaoren was slashed by a sword intent and the power of the soul was spread and borrowed to escape, but he had already disappeared, leaving only one arm still here.

Pei Ziyun didn't chase him, and he was also seriously injured.

Xiao Boru looked at Murong Xiao, and the indifference on his face seemed to fade a little.

"At a young age, I lived to be a dog. ”

Murong Xiao asked, "You seem to have some regrets. ”

Xiao Boru replied: "There are not many people in the Tang Kingdom who have spied on the threshold of the Six Realms, and now there is finally one more, but he is about to die, and he should not have died, which is of course a pity." ”

The old sword god fell silent, his eyes looking out of the sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiao Boru turned his head and stopped looking at him, and the Falling Immortal Sword flew back from the sky, bringing a long line across the sky.

The old sword god's head flew high and fell.

The body also fell.

The two Five Realms in the main courtyard finally stopped confronting each other, the dry wells in the side courtyards were sweet, and the dead trees were always green.

Listening to the hundreds of Tsing Yi of the Snow Tower, thousands of people were killed.

Murong Qiu knelt on the ground motionless, Li Xiu stretched out a hand and put it in front of him, and a drop of rain fell on his palm from the sky.

The dust has settled.

Murong Yingjie sat on the ground and looked at Gusu City tenderly and affectionately.

Murong stood behind him with a lunch box.

The rain fell, crying and laughing.

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ps: This is a two-in-one, the content of the two chapters, the writing is not bad, it is worth praise, but for some reason, after writing it, I always feel panicked, and I have been thinking about the comparison of combat power