Xu Lin looked at such a demon lord, although he had no sword in his hand at this time, the majestic sword intent was no longer filled with the reincarnation of Buddhism in the sky all the time.

The old man Zhao back then had a sword of forbearance for many years, because he was unyielding.

In the past, the white-clothed Xuanyu gave up the wine and lifted the sword and ascended to the sky in one step, because of injustice.

Looking at today's demon lord again, it is a sense of familiarity that has long been blurred.

"Wash the Sword Pavilion!" Xu Lin sighed a little weakly at the same time, the qi in his body suddenly changed, as if he was being pulled by an inexplicable force, and the breath that he originally thought had been dissolved and dissolved by Xu Lin with the Blood God Son, at this moment, it seemed to be resurrected, and it was rejuvenated.

Like a seed sprouting and growing in Xu Lin's Qi Ji Dan Mansion, Xu Lin's consciousness began to blur, and his heart was even more surprised and panicked, and the sword seemed to have signs of breaking out of the cocoon.

At the last glance, he looked at the tall figure in front of him with fear, and at the last glance, the six realms of reincarnation were all over the heaven and the earth, and the evil ghosts were longing, but there was a figure that could cover the sky and the sun, holding a beast bone sword weapon in one hand, hissing and screaming, in that breath of time, the heavens and the earth shook, and the wind and clouds also changed color, and the demon lord was still calm and solemn, like a sharp sword that had been sealed for a long time, and then revealed!

Heaven and earth are two colors, black and white after the dim, the golden light is sheng, the six gates have been completely opened, round by round golden light pillars, like a ribbon that can be free to float, rotating on both sides of the four-eyed body, and in that round of golden light leading to the beast road, about to approach the four-eyed body of the moment, the sword burst out, is boundless white light, also like the sound of the wind crying together.

Immediately afterwards, covered by the loud sound, as well as Xu Lin's howl, he had been covered by countless dried corpses, and a huge force erupted in his body in vain, but no matter what Xu Lin was, his body was always trampled under the feet of the demon lord, and he couldn't move a bit.

Fortunately, Xu Lin's eyes became clear again and no longer blurred!

And at the moment when the woman in white and Lu Zhennan's two swords intersected, the figure of Qinghong Zhangjiao suddenly appeared between the two, with the supreme avenue mantra, first fixed the moment of the woman's body, and then pulled Lu Zhennan, and the next moment when he walked away, the sky exploded, lightning and thunder, the space was shattered, the turbulence rose, and when a black mist steamed up, the golden light of the Buddha Gate was shattered in the sky, like stars falling down the Yellow Spring, a scene of destruction, so that another real person in charge of the sect, before he had time to react, he had already been swept by the crack turbulence of spaceCrushing and crushing are almost just a breath away, and there is no room to retreat or escape.

And Xu Lin, who was tightly trampled under the feet of the demon lord, could still feel the momentum and power of destroying the world, as majestic and boundless as the vast sea, making people feel powerless, but he also remembered that when he was still on Kunlun Mountain, Old Man Zhao once told him that masters intersect and just breathe.

However, that figure still did not retreat, just like the unfailing rock that always stood in the waves of the great waves, like an eternal mountain of ten thousand years, he was there, never taking a step back.

The moment the giant tripod buzzed and sounded, the heaven and earth collapsed, together with the rain that seemed to be the collapse of the sky, the earth shattered, the stone chips collapsed, and in the darkness, it was countless human bodies that fell into the heaven and earth like dust.

With a wave of his hand, the smoke clouds flipped over, and his cold eyes were filled with coldness, and when a mottled bronze ancient sword suddenly appeared, the bronze ancient tripod that was originally suspended above the demon lord's head spun like flying, and streams of bright red poured down like a waterfall red glow.

The corpses have been piled up into a mountain, and the demon lord is standing on top of the corpse mountain, implicated by a force, which is wrapped around Xu Lin at the bottom, he looked up, and could only see the tall back of the sword pointing at the sky from the gap in the corpse, and his heart fluctuated like a tide for a while, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Six Ways Broken, He Still Has a Sword!

Just like when he abandoned his sword to learn Buddhism and became a demon again, and today, from the moment he raised his sword, Xu Lin knew that the demon lord was no longer the demon lord, and what he was carrying was no longer the Great Demon Sect he founded, just the three words 'Washing Sword Pavilion'.

He is no longer the Buddha who begged the Buddha under the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, let alone the demon lord who looked down on the world, nor was he an infatuated man who sealed himself for thousands of years for a woman, now he is Ouyang Zhengmao, the junior disciple of Huo Tianhua in white, and one of the most outstanding disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion back then.

Just like his senior brother, a sword asks the sky, a bronze ancient sword, and the sound of contention, like nine dragons chanting around the heavens and the earth, his white hair reaches the ground, but he has never aged his face, and he is still the Ouyang Zhengmao who was full of glory at the beginning, so there are also differences.

Between him and his brother, they are always two different people.

Huo Tianhua can ascend to the sky, and ask the heavens and the earth with a sword, for an answer.

He Ouyang Zhengmao doesn't need any answers, his sword is always the sharpest sword in the Sword Washing Pavilion, and if the sword comes out, it will kill, so his sword is to cut the sky and destroy the gods, even if that huge figure is really a god, so what?

The wind and clouds, the smoke and dust in the sky, and the piercing cracking sound seemed to have stopped at the moment when Ouyang Zhengmao raised his sword, including everything in the world.

"This is the last sword of the Sword Washing Pavilion!" The Demon Lord's voice was calm and resolute, Xu Lin heard it, and he seemed to feel that this was the last word that the Demon Lord was saying to him.

And the body in the sky that gradually appeared, in the endless thunderstorm, seemed to be full of anger at this sentence.

Ouyang Zhengmao stepped out one step, the same as his senior brother, a solid and powerful step, slow and heavy.

The sword rings again!

He didn't look back, but a fairy-like figure in white followed.

Everything in the world is inferior to her company, and in this seemingly final trip, he hopes to have her company.

And above the void, the huge figure released by Xu Lin finally walked out of the endless thunder light, his eyes intertwined on the two figures under his feet, and the red lightning continued to drill out of his body, wandering above half of the sky, densely forming a large net.

Xu Lin wanted to make a sound, but he opened his mouth but didn't make any sound, Xu Lin wanted to get up, but the sword breath that filled his body was not under his control, and he was tightly pressed to the ground.

So he could only watch, just like when he was in Kunlun, he watched Old Man Zhao die generously, and watched the white-clothed Xuanyu ascend to the sky to fight, and in this way, from the perspective of a bystander, in the past, maybe he would be happy and complacent, but at this moment, Xu Lin's heart actually poured out an inexplicable sadness, and it was also grief and indignation!

But the demon lord who had already stood still, but he never looked back here, he just looked at the sky calmly, looking at the four-eyed lord who represented the sky, and said: "There are people in the world who have ascended to immortals, why is there no realm of flying immortals when it comes to my generation?"

The Lord of the Four Eyes was silent, and the two pairs of cold eyes did not have the slightest emotion at all, just like the snow-capped mountains that had been frozen for thousands of years, filled with eternal cold.

Ouyang Zhengmao stared at the distance that was not too far, and then turned his head, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth in his eyes: "In the end, I may still have to take you to him." ”

She smiled lightly, although her delicate face was full of demonic red, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of Ouyang Zhengmao's clothes, clenching it tightly.

Ouyang Zhengmao laughed, the laughter was impassioned, and at the same time, there was also his bronze ancient sword, so he pointed the sword in that direction and said, "The last sword!"

It was a sword that Xu Lin had never seen, and it was a sword that had never been recorded in ancient allusions, and at the moment when the demon lord took out the sword, it seemed to be plain and comfortable, Xu Lin seemed to see the torrent of time in the long river of years, setting off a monstrous wave, it was a sword full of grandeur.

It condenses the essence of heaven and earth and Kyushu, and when this sword is swayed out, the bronze ancient tripod, which was originally suspended above the corpse mountain, fell violently, as if it had exhausted all the treasures.

Xu Lin saw the last glance, it was the moment when the body of the Lord of Four Eyes suddenly burst into a scorching thunder light, and the angry shout full of unwillingness, and the moment when the two figures turned into white light, and a sigh that seemed to be talking to him, as if he was muttering to an old man in the twilight.

He said, "I really want to drink another bowl of my brother's pot of incense!" (To be continued......)