"Broken!" With a clear cry, the giant blood-colored cocoon was cut into two pieces by a sword beam that traversed the void, turning into streams of red air that dispersed to the surrounding world like a twisting spiritual snake. Amidst the flying dust in the sky, Long Xuan's body turned into sword light, fell from the sky, and landed on the wild desert. However, his footing was weak and he was almost unsteady. His face was extremely pale, and the people around him could faintly hear his heavy breathing. With his behavior at this time, he was actually forced into such a situation by this Shura incarnation in just a moment! Long Xuan raised his head slightly, with a solemn expression on his face. The light and lightning of the dragon-slaying sword criss-crossed the sword again and again. Every incarnation had such combat power. If the true form of the Shura Demon Lord came across the realm, Yang Xuan would Can anyone really stop Yang Shenzhou? "Do you still dare to challenge my majesty?" The blood giant stared condescendingly at Long Xuan, his eyes glinting with blood. He looked at the dazzling dragon slaying in his hand, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be a bit sarcastic, using his unique hoarseness. The sharp voice said coldly. Long Xuan snorted softly, with an expressionless face, and his right hand trembled slightly. The dragon-slaying sword blade was like a stream of autumn water, mixed with a bit of sad blood, and little dark red blood drops were slowly flowing down from the blade, seeping into In the eternal wilderness! ¡ª¡ªI don¡¯t know, is this blood from the bloody tentacle, or is it from him? "Yes!" He replied coldly, opening and closing his eyes as if an endless thunderstorm was brewing. He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword with both hands, and the blazing thunder and lightning from the sword's body enveloped his body like a burning snake. The body and the sword merged, the sword energy soared into the sky, the thunderous purple light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and the suffocating and powerful sword power seemed to tear the sky apart. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the wild thunder dragon in ancient mythology - sweeping across the wilderness and looking down on the world! "Tsk, tsk!" The blood giant let out a series of hoarse, strange laughs, but did not fight back, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became colder. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointed it like a sword, and made a vague stroke. A stream of gray air formed on one of his fingers like a whirlpool, rising and falling, and then slowly dissipated! In contrast, Long Xuan's body suddenly froze, all the lightning sword energy in his body disappeared, and his whole body felt like he was being shocked by electricity. "Boom!" Lightning like a dragon pierced the sky, and the thunder became louder and louder. It seemed like someone was looking up to the sky and howling in the dark. The bitter and fierce hatred that ignored the distance of time and space rose into the sky, and the Yin Qi was strong. , blood clouds billowing. "You -" Long Xuan raised his head, the expression on his face froze, and his eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief. He stretched out a finger with difficulty and pointed at the blood giant who was in mid-air, laughing wildly: "You said to me What did you do?¡± ¡°Hahahaha!¡± A shrill laughter came down from the sky. The blood giant was in the clouds, surrounded by blood. He stared at Long Xuan with a cold, sword-like gaze and smiled arrogantly: "Boy, how are you? Aren't you going to kill me? The feeling of Shura's death is not pleasant. Let's see if you can still establish yourself in the Divine State after you have achieved a half-human and half-demon Shura body?" Lightning and thunder roared, and the storm roared. From the sky to the bottom, blood rain falls slowly from the sky, seeming to laugh at this miserable world! Long Xuan closed his eyes slightly, half-kneeling on the ground, letting the rain of blood wet his clothes. The white clothes were covered with dust, which made him even more desolate. His body was shaking, as if it was about to burn up in pain, and the bones all over his body were shaking and making crisp sounds, like the desperate wails of evil spirits in hell! Shura comes to the world, and there is a sea of ??blood and darkness! The blood on his face faded, and even his lips became pale and transparent, like a mummy that had been dead for thousands of years. The temperature around him suddenly dropped cold, reaching the bone marrow. Even the blood of everyone watching seemed to be frozen. A stream of gray-white air poured in from his Tianling Cap, surging like a huge wave. His eyes opened, empty and confused. , but with a cold and deathly air! "Jie Jie, that's it. Wake up, my future Lord of Nirvana, and let the world tremble under your sword!" The blood giant raised his hands high, with a pious look on his face, and chanted in his mouth The ancient and obscure mantras, the violent sound of the wind, mixed with his sinister sneer, echoed gently between the heaven and the earth. "Ah!" As if he sensed this inexplicable call, Long Xuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly shook his body. The voice squeezed out of his throat was hoarse and dazed, as if he had woken up from a big dream. Think of something, but seem to have forgotten something! Immediately, he raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up with the dragon-slaying sword. A crazy and oppressive smell of blood spread out instantly like a huge wave, like a tiger coming out of a box. He was bathed in the bloody wind, blinking his eyes as red as blood, like a bloodthirsty, violent and crazy god and demon in mythology! The gray-white Shura death energy is still boiling, like the water of the underworld, like the waves of the Styx. The green light on the dragon-slaying sword gradually dims, as if the sword spirit also died at this moment. Immediately, a gray-white sword light full of death and extremely desolate bloomed from the sword - itWhat was emitted was no longer Haoran's pure sword energy, but the breath of the netherworld. A layer of gray mist quickly condensed under the sword tip! Long Xuan¡¯s right hand holding the sword slowly turned gray-white, like a dead corpse, no longer alive. The three thousand green hairs on the head also turned pale in this moment, breaking the shackles of the red rope, flying wildly in the storm, wild and evil! All this happened very quickly. Ever since Long Xuan fought against the Blood Giant, so many things had happened in just a short moment. Not to mention that several sect leaders of the Demon Sect did not react, and even those who were plundering the formation for Long Xuan not far away were not able to react. Puzhi, Kongru and Lu Xueqi also felt dizzy. "No!" Lu Xueqi's face suddenly changed color, filled with sadness and bitterness in her heart, like a raging flame, burning crazily, "Canglang¡ª¡ª" With a sharp sound, the Tianya Sword was suddenly unsheathed, bringing with it a trace of In the misty blue light, she followed the movement of the sword, rising into the wind, her hair flying, like a nine-day fairy who was banished to the mortal world, desolate and beautiful! "Master Nephew Lu, no!" Puzhi exclaimed, but did not stop her. He gritted his teeth, showed a solemn and compassionate expression, and turned into two golden lights with Zen Master Kongru beside him and chased after her. At this moment, the blood giant has landed from above the Shura Realm Gate. With a solemn look on his face, he slowly stretched out a finger and pressed it on Long Xuan's eyebrows: "Today, in the name of the Demon Lord, I pardon you as the Demon Lord of the Six Paths." Title: 'Nirvana'!" He paused and looked at the three rays of light, one blue and two gold, that were approaching in the darkness, with a trace of ridicule on his lips: "You ants, I don't know how high the world is, so you can get rid of them on my behalf! " "Accepted!" The blood in Long Xuan's eyes suddenly grew brighter, and a death-like pressure surged out of his thin body. He held the hilt of the dragon-slaying sword with both hands and slashed horizontally in the air, creating an infinite stretch of gray-white sword light. Galloping through the world, several demon sect disciples who thought they had an opportunity and wanted to sneak attack were chopped into two pieces by his sword, but no blood gushed out from the fractured area, but their corpses aged and withered at an alarming rate. Become an empty skeleton, and finally shatter into dust! The Poison God took a breath of cold air, feeling trembling all over and filled with despair. What kind of sword was this? It was so terrifying, as if it was cutting off not a person's life, but a person's vitality. It was so weird and domineering! Long Xuan's face was expressionless, as if his heart had died, and he no longer had the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of a living person. He dragged the dragon-slaying sword with his right hand. Step by step, the blood around him was like boiling water, and countless sad flowers bloomed in the night sky. The blood flowers made a strange sound, like a ferocious laughter coming from the netherworld and purgatory. "Everyone is like a chess piece, and the world is divided into black and white!" There is no one in the world who cannot be killed, so kill them all to prove the truth! He stood there, feeling only darkness in his mind. Countless twisted lights, shadows, and lines were constantly falling apart, as if he was performing a peerless swordsmanship. There was a vicissitude of vicissitudes and a ferocious aura, just like the runes engraved on ancient monuments. , gradually rising from my heart. Long Xuan smiled coldly, raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand slightly, and the gray-white sword light shone on his face. There were still blood drops slowly falling from the tip of the sword. The seriously injured female disciple of the Hehuan Sect in front of him was trembling but unable to move, and his eyes were open. He looked at the lifeless sword curtain, blocking out the sky and the sun! "Junior brother!" A clear shout suddenly came from the sky, like breaking ice and snow, and the phoenix chirping in the sky. Lu Xueqi held Tianya's hand and trembled slightly, standing not far away and staring at him, with a trace of Qingcheng's face. With a sad look, he said softly: "Junior brother, please come back" The six words seemed to have transcended the bleak and cold wind and rain, and traveled through endless long years, lingering in Long Xuan's ears and echoing in his heart. Go back, how to go back? Where to go back? Who are you? Who am I? At this moment, the Shura death aura that shrouded Long Xuan's face seemed to have lost the support of some kind of power and faded away. There was a brief clarity in his eyes, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand could not help but pause. The blood giant who was watching the show in mid-air with his hands behind his back changed greatly. At that moment, the life soul suppressed by him in the Dragon Xuan Sea of ????Consciousness with the "Shura God Control Curse" actually began to struggle violently, almost breaking the shackles of the curse. . With a movement of his hand, he formed a strange seal, emitting a strange light. Long Xuan's eyes were once again covered by the surging death energy. The blood giant finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lu Xueqi with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Kill her!" Long Xuan nodded slightly, with an expressionless face, dragging the dragon-slaying sword forward step by step, with boundless murderous intent like a headwind. Cut! Lu Xueqi didn't take even half a step back, she still looked at him quietly, her words were even more difficult and miserable, and she said softly: "Junior brother, wake up quickly, don't be obsessed with me anymore!" Long Xuan's body drama Shocked, he felt lost in his heart, as if something very important to him was disappearing, and there was an inexplicable desolation that lingered. The soul of life, which had already sunk long ago, struggled desperately. The book of "Tai Xuan Sword Sutra" was full of glory, and the pages turned.A stunningly beautiful lady dressed in purple appeared, her appearance and dress were very similar to the woman in green who taught Long Xuan the "Heavenly Sword Style"! At the same time, the phantom of a huge sword that seemed to open up the world suddenly appeared behind Long Xuan. Thunder was flying across the sky, and the sword energy was soaring into the sky. The gray death energy on his body receded like a frightened bird, and was swept away by the "Tai Xuan Sword" Sutra" and absorb it! In mid-air, the blood giant's face turned livid, and he said angrily: "You little girl doesn't know how to live or die, ruining my big business!" As he spoke, he chanted more obscure mantras, and the power of his spiritual thoughts surged out crazily, trying to increase the power of "Shura" The control power of "God Control Curse". But, it¡¯s too late! "Break it for me!" With the silent cry, the heart sword in Longxuan Dantian suddenly rushed up and broke into the sea of ??consciousness. With the suppression of the bright golden light of "Taixuan Sword Sutra", the eight blood swords were The light shines and all the chains binding Long Xuan¡¯s life soul are cut off! The next moment, a clear look suddenly appeared in his eyes. He looked at Lu Xueqi's surprised face calmly and calmly, and said warmly: "Senior sister, thank you very much!" Lu Xueqi did not answer. She took a deep breath, but a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Who looked at it? See, the corners of her eyes are slightly moist, the beauty that shocks the heart at that moment! Long Xuan turned his head, pointed the dragon-slaying sword in his hand at the gloomy blood giant in the sky, gently touched his palm, and said calmly: "The devil is so good at it, I almost fell into your trap," he suddenly smiled coldly, The sharp light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the mighty sword power in the world seemed to quickly return to him like a tide: "Let's fight!" Please vote. I hope everyone will support "Sword Immortal" as always, and also promote the QQ group: 19209780.