Once because he wanted to cut off his memories, but because of the dust, Ximen Fuxue created a sword magic power of his own, which is famous in the world.

He wanted to use this sword to cut off a mortal body and turn himself into the purest sword cultivator.

In his opinion, he Ximen Blowing Snow should be a sword cultivator who lives for the sword, dies for the sword, and is sincere to the sword.

But at this moment, Ximen Fuxue realized that in addition to being a sword cultivator, he was also a man of flesh and blood, and he also had a wife, just as he had nostalgia at this moment.

Bite!

The sword is supernatural and earthly, and it collides with the Shura sword in one place.

Countless pictures flashed on Ximen Fuxue's body, from the time when he was babbling, to the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, until he accompanied Liu Yi's cultivation, until he came here to fight the Infinite Demon Dao Battle Bo Xun, one scene after another rolled endlessly, forming an incomparable wave of sword intent, rushing away.

The blade of the sword can hurt the body, and the sword intent hurts the spirit!

This sword can slash the enemy's soul and kill him.

When the two sword blades touched, Ximen Fuxue's figure suddenly flashed out of the earthly sword blades, and he seemed to have been hit by a comet galloping in the depths of the universe, and he quickly retreated in the air, bleeding from the seven orifices, and blood sprayed out, dying a snow-white robe bright red, and no longer the original chic and cold appearance of the snow.

And the Shura Sword controlled by the Great Demon King suddenly stopped in the sky.

The Shura sword trembled rapidly, and kept ringing.

Buzz Buzz......

There are also waves of images, appearing in the light and shadow of the sword blade.

Ximen Fuxue flew back in the air, he couldn't control his body anymore, but he just watched, the Shura sword in front of him released a touch of sword edge, the sword edge was sharp and smooth, like a blood-colored mirror, which showed innumerable, very messy, but extremely clear pictures.

He saw a sea of blood, with a radius of millions of miles, formed by the convergence of blood, with turbulent waves, terrifying waves, and boundless blood and water setting off thousands of waves.

There were men and women, floating and sinking in the sea of blood. The men's faces are ugly, the women's faces are extremely beautiful, and the men and women have sex in the sea at will, and the waves are very ...... Ximen Blowing Snow has a history and can recognize that this is the sea of blood transformed by the Daojun Blood Sea Styx in ancient times, and as for those who are ugly and beautiful, they are a group created by the Blood Sea Styx, called the Shura tribe.

Bang!

A sound suddenly exploded from Ximen Blowing Snow.

The top of Ximen Blowing Snow showed three flowers on the top, the golden light was shining, and his chest showed a five-colored breath, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which were the five qi in his chest.

But seeing Ximen blowing snow's arm, a sword blade appeared, cutting off the top three flowers on the top of the head and the five qi in the chest together!

The three flowers and five qi did not disperse, turning into eight kinds of light, suspended in front of Ximen Fuxue's body, and gradually merged together, revealing a sword edge, which burst towards the Shura Sword suspended in the distance.

At this moment, the Shura Sword also slowly recovered from the influence of the previous earthly sword path supernatural power of Ximen Blowing Snow, and killed Ximen Blowing Snow again.

It's just that the murderous and bloody aura above the sword blade is not as good as before.

"Fellow Simon Daoist!"

Meng Chengshen roared in surprise, and used the method of communication, and transmitted the picture recorded in the Water Mirror Technique early, and shouted in his mouth: "Take advantage of this opportunity, you and I will leave quickly, and leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood! This wave of great demon kings is the old devil who has been famous all over the world since ancient times, he is the number one master under the seat of the Blood Sea Styx, and Ximen Daoist friends must not be strong!"

Simon Fuxue shook his head and stood in the air, unmoving.

At this moment, Meng Chengshen suddenly remembered that when he was in the Hengshan Realm, Liu Yi once said that when the sword is cultivated and the sword is in his body, he does not seek to win every battle, but only when he is fighting with others, there is a chance to have a blood splash of five steps when he draws the sword in his hand, and he can fight to the death......

It seems that the pair of master and apprentice of Ximen Chuixue and Liu Yi have the true meaning of kendo in the same line, and there is no deviation.

"Alas......"

Meng Chengshen let out a long sigh and thought: "Liu Daoyou is a bull temper, and his disciples are also this kind of temper, and it is really like things to gather people in groups!"

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Chengshen suddenly became a little happy in his heart.

As soon as he thought about it, he felt that he was very lucky to be able to become friends with a cultivator of the Xuantian Sect. Looking back over the years, walking the world, I don't know how many people have been blinded, and I don't know how many conspiracies and plots I have seen, Meng Chengshen has already become sophisticated and sleek, but the more sophisticated and sleek, the more he knows the value of sincerity and straightforwardness.

It's just that today Meng Chengshen knows that his cultivation career seems to be coming to an end.

If you can't live in the dead world, it will naturally end, and the dust will return to the dust.

In the eyes of Meng Chengshen, Ximen Blowing Snow has cut off the three flowers on his top and the five qi in his chest, as if he wants to fight to the death, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become benevolent...... In his mind, Ximen Chuixue is Tianzun's cultivation as a great war Daoist, and there must be little hope of success, and the hope of Chengren is great.

He didn't know that Liu Yi, a cultivator of this vein, was very familiar with cutting off the three flowers on the top and the five qi in his chest. As for those who were beheaded and used by Liu Yi's master and apprentice to practice, they are also famous figures in the world, called the Twelve Heavenly Venerables, who are disciples of the main sect of the Yuan Shi Sect, and several of them have already entered the gate of the Great Dao, and the rest are all Tianzun cultivators.

If you cut a lot, you will naturally have experience.

Just like Simon Blowing Snow's means at the moment, self-denial is a means to stimulate potential and put it to death and rebirth.

When the three flowers and five gases turned into eight rays of brilliance and formed a bunch of sword blades, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes had turned gray, and then there were 30,000 rays of glow, which were released from Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes, and the sword blades transformed by the three flowers and five gases were combined together, facing forward, bombarding away, and the sword blades became black and shining during the flight, like thunder.

The blade of the sword was like thunder, and the black light flashed.

Meng Chengshen looked at it, only to see that the brilliance was fleeting, and he was already standing on the sword body of the Shura Sword, and the speed was several times that of the Shura Sword.

When the two swords collided, Meng Chengshen clearly saw that there was rolling thunder, appearing at the junction of the two swords.

And at this moment, Ximen Fuxue's figure could no longer stand firm in the air, like a stubborn stone falling from the sky and falling towards the ground.

Thundered......

The thunder was earth-shattering.

Meng Chengshen didn't care about the thunder, and he didn't care about who won and who lost in the battle between the two swords, he just flew to the West Gate to blow the snow, and wanted to catch the West Gate Blowing Snow that fell to the ground. Although he did not cultivate the golden top three flowers and the five qi in the round chest, he knew that the three flowers and five qi were extremely important to cultivators, and now that Ximen Fuxue has lost these two things, it is already a great injury to his vitality, in addition to tempering the body for hundreds of thousands of years as in the past, there is not much left of his cultivation, and he is not much stronger than the martial artists in the mortal world.

"Alas!"

Meng Chengshen shook his head and sighed, harnessed the wind and thunder, and protected the Ximen Blowing Snow that was about to fall to the ground, so that he had time to look into the air, but when he saw the thunder rolling, it was as black as ink, and wrapped the Shura Sword that swallowed the world in the blade.

A terrifying cry rang out from the blade of the sword, "The end of ten thousand thunders! It turned out to be the end of ten thousand thunders, this thunder is the end of the thunder path in the world, how could you cast such a wonderful method! Even the Snow Feather Venerable could only cast the source of ten thousand thunders, and only occupied the source of the thunder path, but never the end of the thunder path...... You say, is it that old man Hongjun joined forces with Xue Yu Dazun and did something unseemly to get the end of ten thousand thunders out?"

Simon blew the snow but ignored him, and only worked hard to breathe.

The sound of crackling thunder wrapped around the Shura Sword, and the roar of the Great Demon King of Bo Xun continued to come from the Shura Sword, but the voice became more and more chaotic. It seems that because of the appearance of this ten thousand thunders, the Great Demon King of Bo Xun was deeply damaged, and as for what the reason, even Ximen Blowing Snow is not very clear.

Ximen Fuxue only thought in his heart: "Although this wave of great demon kings has not appeared between heaven and earth for many years, he can actually recognize the end of ten thousand thunders that Master Zun realized! Could it be that someone has realized such a supernatural power long before Master Zun realizes this thunder?"

As soon as he thought of this, Ximen Fuxue immediately asked, "How can you think that this thunder supernatural power is the source of ten thousand thunders?"

"Bombarded by this thunder, I only feel that the time and space within the thunder are bright and extinguished, all things dissipate, and the universe collapses, which is exactly the opposite of the mysterious power shown by the source of ten thousand thunders, what is it if it is not the end of ten thousand thunders? Although I have never seen the end of ten thousand thunders, and I have never heard anyone say that anyone has realized such thunder, but my Bo Xun Great Demon King was hit by the source of ten thousand thunders once before the eons ago!"

Bo Xun didn't hide it, but he was blunt, and said: "Today, planted under the peerless thunder method of the end of ten thousand thunders, this seat has no complaints and no regrets! It's just that although this seat can't fight the source of ten thousand thunders, it can't let go of you Ximen Blowing Snow! This seat can drink hatred on the spot, this Shura sword, but it still needs to be tempered with your sword." This seat can be destroyed, but this sword cannot be destroyed!"

The tone of his voice exuded an undisguised love of madness and madness.

Thundered!

Under the heavy pitch-black thunder, the Shura Sword rushed towards the West Gate to blow snow.

The snow blowing in Ximen has run out of oil and lamps, and there is no means to be used.

Meng Chengshen is like a wooden leaf, when the sword blade has not yet been chopped, he has been blown dying by the wind set off by the sword blade, and the mana on his body that has finally gathered again has dissipated without a trace, so he had to forcibly push Ximen Blowing Snow behind him, and stood in front of Ximen Blowing Snow, without any fear, facing the stabbing Shura Sword.

The speed of the sword blade is very slow, but Ximen Blowing Snow and Meng Chengshen no longer have the ability to dodge and resist.

The closer the sword flew, the clearer it became.

The sword light is thousands, but in fact, the body of the long sword is only three feet eight inches, not short or long, and it is almost the same as the sword hanging from the waist of ordinary monks.

The word Shura is engraved on the spine of the sword, scorching brightly.

Crackling black thunder covered the top and bottom of the long sword, flickering, and the thunder and lightning flickered like a dragon and a snake flying.

"Good sword!"

Simon Fuxue sighed in admiration, and his tone was sincere.

He raised his head again and looked at the bright lone star, the same one he had carved the sword for. He looked up at the starry sky, his face was full of emotion, and said: "The magic spell that the master passed on by pinching his fingers and calculating is really not bad at all. I carved the stars to ask for a sword, and when I came to this infinite demon path, I really met a famous sword, and this sword really had a fate with me. It's a pity that I am not good at learning, and I only calculated that this sword has a fate with me, but I didn't calculate that the real fate of my Ximen Blowing Snow and this sword is that I will die under this sword in the end!"