The young man raised his eyes, slightly raised the sword in his right hand, and placed it in front of him. He held it in his left hand and swore it with his blood. His eyes were full of coldness.
“Whether it works or not, you’ll know once you try it!”
With that said, he immediately made his move.
The two elders of Kunwu Sword Sect narrowed their eyes slightly when they saw the sword power. This boy has not yet grown up. If he grows up in the future, he may not be under Taoist Yuheng.
No wonder someone offered such conditions and asked them to take action.
When Sang Luo and Lu Changsheng arrived, outside Liudao Mountain, in the snow, the young man was already bathed in blood and fell into the Asura path.
As soon as Lu Changsheng landed, he felt that his consciousness was in a trance.
He held Sang Luo's hand, looked into her eyes, and said seriously,
"My life is in your hands."
Sang Luo looked at him, patted his shoulder, and said with the same serious face,
"Go ahead with peace of mind."
Lu Changsheng raised his sword and flew into the battlefield with a sad look on his face. There was quite a feeling of the wind rustling and the water turning cold, the tragic feeling of a hero gone and never to return.
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The bloody sunset shines on the snow-capped mountains. In front of the lacquered forest, the young man holds a sword and has entered Shura.
Lu Changsheng also seemed to have lost his memory and turned into Yuze from a thousand years ago, standing in front of the young man and the elders of the Kunwu Sect.
Outside the battlefield, the girl in purple stood in the snow, looking indifferently at the battlefield ahead.
In the room, the young man stared at the fantasy ball, his fingers tightly clasping the nanmu table. Why didn't she move?
Sang Luo, I don’t believe you are indifferent to the lives of these two people!
Suddenly, Sang Luo moved.
The girl gathered spiritual energy in her hands, flew forward, and hit Feng Lijian straight away.
But at the moment when Feng Li's sword was about to pass through her body, the young man's sword edge was slightly deflected.
Sang Luo held the Fengli Sword God in his hand, the blade cut through the flesh, blood flowed down the sword body and soaked into it.
The girl's body was ignited with phoenix hunting fire, and her eyes were also ignited with blazing fire. The corners of her purple skirt fluttered gently in the wind. She closed her eyes and spoke softly,
"Feng Li, wake up!"
Feng Li's sword made a mournful buzz, and in an instant, a memory appeared in Sang Luo's mind——
It was Liudao Mountain a thousand years ago, with heavy snowfall, and Su Changli's body was covered in blood and scars when he was a boy.
After taking dozens of moves from the two elders of Kunwu Sword Sect, he had actually reached his limit.
But at this moment, Yu Ze joined the battlefield, stood in front of him and blocked the fatal sword for him, and died in front of him.
The young man in a shisha blue disciple's uniform knelt down in front of Su Changli, his mouth full of blood.
He looked at him, and before he could even say a word, he completely lost his breath.
"ah--"
As a teenager, Su Changli screamed in pain, his eyes stained scarlet.
From then on, he fell into the path of Shura.
Clouds of calamity were gathering in the sky, and the genius of swordsmanship, who was blessed with great luck, fell into the devil's path, and the law of heaven was furious.
Feng Li's sword also made a sad buzzing sound. It is the most pure sword and cannot tolerate evil spirits in the world, but its master has fallen into the devil's path.
It has a heart-to-heart connection with its master, so it naturally knows its master's misery, and is willing to defy the will of heaven and fight side by side with its master.
In front of Liudao Mountain, a phoenix of fire shot straight into the sky, and Su Changli in his youth forced his way to the realm of divine transformation.
Several of the elders were shocked, but before they could react, the young man's eyes turned red.
The elder of Tianshu Pavilion was the first to fall into a pool of blood, dying.
Immediately afterwards, there was the great elder of Kunwu Sword Sect.
Killing evildoers like this makes the sky thunder nine angry.
One after another thunder fell from the sky, and the young man shuttled through the sea of thunder, like Shura coming to the world.
In the last three swords, the foundations of the two elders of Kunwu Sword Sect were completely destroyed, and their Taoist hearts collapsed.