The vast dust, the sunset has passed.

Colorful clouds were there at that time.

In the settled gray aura, the living person became clearer and clearer.

The little furnace felt a sense of cruelty.

It seems that something in my heart has been broken.

For a moment, all her funny attributes disappeared.

Tears burst out from my eyes.

He clenched his fists, but he was powerless.

This feeling made Ning Mengzhen feel "completely different from before" for the first time.

lose.

She lost the Holy Son forever.

Bang...

Her knees became weak, and her petite figure fell to the ground, lowered her head and cried.

Suddenly, she heard the screams.

A scream seemed to ignite something.

Everyone exclaimed.

Then, the exclamation beside him turned into cheers.

"King of Knife!!"

"King of Knife!!"

"King of Knife!!"

Amid the cheers, the half-kneeling little furnace raised his head blankly. When the moonlight and the sunset were junction, the light and darkness were the same.

In the gray dust, the figure finally fully revealed.

Xia Ji turned his head, danced wildly with black hair, carrying a cold and beautiful saw of more than meter on his right shoulder, and carrying Murong Tianlong's bloody head in his left hand, walked out of the fog.

Behind him was the cut-off sword.

The dark gold broad sword completed its mission and made the reputation of the sword king, but it could no longer continue to walk with such a legend.

But, the Cold Saw will take over it.

What exactly happened?

What happened just now after the last moment, like the sound of the sky falling and the earth breaking?

Why is the last person who came out the Holy Son?

Why did the sword that clearly belonged to Murong Tianlong fall into the hands of the Holy Son?

No one knows.

Even on the lonely peak, the national teacher standing in the wind only saw some clues.

The national master turned out to be a silver-haired old woman with a quiet look and was always calm, but the peace was broken at this time.

"This guy can actually control the magic sword!!"

She saw the clip of the confrontation just now:

Murong Tianlong, who obtained the "Little Evil Relic Demon Buddha Amplification", fought with the Holy Son three times with his magic sword.

The three-time attack speed is extremely fast, so outsiders can hear it as if it is thunder.

Then.

Murong Tianlong was completely unable to control the Cold and Beauty Saw. Even the Demon Buddha Amplification Formation was not good, and he had reached his limit.

The roar of the evil dragon in his mind has brought him to a point where life is worse than death.

So, after the third strike.

He collapsed and fell to his knees.

The scene that shocked the national master was: the cold and beautiful saw was like a life, and the Holy Son raised his hand and entered his palm.

The Demon Sword Killed the Lord and killed Murong Tianlong's head.

However, after three consecutive collisions just now, Bai Zhan Dao was overwhelmed and broke into two pieces.

This weird feeling.

This made the national master feel that "the magic sword is going to take over, so he deliberately cut off the Holy Son's sword of Hundred Battles."

When the Holy Son meets the Leng Yanshou, it is like a pair of destined partners coming together.

An evil dragon matches the holy son?

Why does its roar that lasts forever and eternal night have no effect on the Holy Son?

Shouldn't cold and beautiful saws always be sealed with bronze boxes so that they will never be visible?

Isn’t it always necessary to use Sanskrit chains to tightly tie them so that the knife box is not only free of light, but even a trace of excess aura cannot enter?

Otherwise, the light will make the evil dragon in the knife excited, or even completely revived, causing harm to the world.

The entry of the breath will ignite the evil dragon, which will also make it crazy, making the holder's mind unable to remain calm, and he will go crazy if he holds it.

And there are times when controlling the magic sword.

Murong Tianlong far exceeded his limit, so he almost went crazy in the end.

He had tried his best, but he still had never been able to hurt the Holy Son.

The old woman looked at the young man walking forward with a magic knife in the long grass and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Young people are so terrifying."

Xia Ji carried Murong Tianlong's head and walked to the Weiyan border, standing in front of the earth sign.

Throw out the capacity of that head far away.

The head of the first person in the Shadow Academy rolled around in the grass for a few times and landed at Feng Rui's feet as he approached.

The eldest gentleman fell to the ground, holding the head in both hands.

Murong Tianlong's face was extremely ferocious.

It was a distorted and unincarnated form that was soaked by evil spirits.

Feng Rui trembled.

The impact from the front and back was too great, and he felt that all his expectations and confidence were broken.

He looked up at the Holy Son in the distance, suppressed his anger, and asked loudly, "Can you collect the body?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Do throw the body over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the general of the Northern Liangzhou of the Great Wei waved his hand immediately.

Two cavalrymen rode away, then jumped down, lifted Murong Tianlong's headless body and threw it out of the border.

Two soldiers also ran out of the Yan State army and quickly took back the bodies.

Feng Rui stared at the boy with black hair and carrying a magic knife, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes that was about to burn.

But the style of Yan State is different from that of Wei State. He will not talk about morality or evil devil skills.

A cold voice squeezed out from the big gentleman's teeth: "Son, there are people outside the heavens, and there are people outside the heavens. If you want to forgive others, please forgive others. If you don't leave a thread today, how can others keep you in the future?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "So you are Tianyuan."

Feng Rui was stunned, then furious, holding the red lotus knife in his hand and was about to step forward, but after looking at the boy's power, he stopped.

Slap people in the face or not.

If possible, which warrior is willing to give up chasing Tongxuan and commit himself to Tianyuan?

The great gentleman from the Shadow Academy said coldly: "The devil's cold sword and auspicious saw have always been owned by my Shadow Academy. I also ask the holy son to return to the original owner."

Xia Ji laughed and said, "If you want it, come and get it."

"you!!"

Feng Rui was completely angry.

But even though he was angry, he still didn't dare to take steps.

Facing the Holy Son at this moment, he knew that he could crush his realm, but he still didn't dare to go out.

Feng Rui felt that he could no longer stay, and if he stayed there, he would be nothing more than a humiliation.

However, he still wanted to say a harsh sentence: "Save the magic sword in your place first, and there will naturally be someone to take it in my Shadow Academy. Don't lose it before this."

Xia Ji nodded: "Remember to tell him not to come alone."

Feng Rui was stunned: "Why?"
To be continued...