The sword has something to say

When Feng Tinglan woke up, he was already in the star array of the God Race, with his father and brother beside him.His elder brother's blue clothes were stained with blood, he helped him up with a pale face, and said worriedly: "Xiao Er, how are you?"

There was a pool of blood under Feng Tinglan's body, he sat up in a daze, and when he saw Tianjun Xianxin beside him, he trembled all over, reached out and grabbed Tianjun's sleeve, stained with bloody finger marks on the white snow: "Father, Axue! Are you ok?"

Xian Xin was silent for a moment, and put his hands on Feng Tinglan's cold fingertips: "The dragon egg is raised under the Bitan of Lingyang Mountain. It is too small, and I will be afraid when I lie on the bottom of the lake. It's not about this, don't worry about it." Forget about picking it up."

Feng Tinglan's fingertips shook out from Tianjun's palm, blood flowed from the broken dragon's horn on his head, and fell to the end of his eyes along his forehead, like blood and tears.The blood-stained long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and after a long time, he heard a sad low laugh.

"I killed him..." Feng Tinglan's shoulders twitched, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the sky above his head, half crying and smiling: "God! He's dead, my Taoist companion is dead! The one I love Already dead! What do you want from me!"

There was a thunderclap in the sky, which was the hidden wrath of heaven's punishment.

His Majesty covered Feng Tinglan's mouth, and pressed the person on his shoulder: "Little Er! Shut up, don't say any more!" Tears soaked through his brother's clothes, and Feng Tinglan cried with a stern laugh: "He's here!" You won't even tell me the truth." Born as a god, the years are long, and there is no hope of seeing each other.

"Ting Lan..." The Heavenly Emperor bent down and squatted down, he spread out his palms, and the silver fluorescent lights gradually gathered into a long sword.Three feet reflect the bright moon, and the sword body is covered with frost and snow.There are three thousand inscriptions, and the inscriptions are unique in the world.

"He gave himself to you." The Heavenly Emperor held the long sword to Feng Tinglan's eyes, and the sadness in his eyes was instantly replaced by coldness: "Shi Yanxue has never lost in her life, don't let him lose in your hands .”

Feng Tinglan looked at the long sword, swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt tightly under the thunderstorm.The long sword was cold, but it seemed to respond, trembling and buzzing in his palm.He suddenly understood Shi Yanxue's last obsession that was melted in the fire and hidden in the sword - who said that chess pieces can't overturn the chessboard?

The dark dragon-patterned black robe on the emperor's body fluttered in the wind. He stretched out his hand and hung it in front of Feng Tinglan's forehead. surge out.Xuan Yuan said in a deep voice: "I will temporarily entrust you with the supreme authority of the gods, and use the star array to open the way for you. Ting Lan, you go."

Feng Tinglan stroked the long sword inch by inch with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Axue, I will take you to another battle." The black wind from outside the sky blew the robbery clouds, and it rained cats and dogs across the river.Xuanlong turned around three thousand miles, and a sword could defeat a million divisions.

In Zhu Xian's killing formation, the sword wind is like rain, and when it falls on the body, it will cut the skin and scrape the bone.The long sword in Feng Tinglan's hand hummed continuously, and with the intent of the sword connected, he could feel the eagerness to fight in the sword, and he was indomitable and invincible.The long sword stirred up the killing wind and rain, Shi Yanxue's sword intent collided with the killing wind, and the icy whistling sound never stopped.

Blood flowed along Feng Tinglan's fingertips and covered the sword body. He was not afraid of the pain on his body, and only focused on killing the evil force in front of him, looking for the place where the demon king guarded the sword.The dark red blood mist gradually thickened like ink, the world was darkened, and there were endless killings in front of and behind.Feng Tinglan's mind was slightly stagnant, almost immersed in killing intent, but was awakened by the buzzing of the long sword in his hand.

"Axue..." Feng Tinglan was almost exhausted, his vision was dim, he half knelt while leaning on his sword, biting the tip of his tongue to stay awake.A silvery white sword intent from the long sword wrapped around his wrist, shining like jade, cool and refreshing.

Feng Tinglan carefully covered the sword intent on his wrist, trapped in the formation and didn't know where to go, how to find the Demon Lord.Just at this time, the blood mist blurred the mountains and rivers, and there seemed to be a silver ray hidden somewhere far away.The long sword in his hand trembled and pointed at one side!Feng Tinglan immediately responded, and there was Shi Yanxue's sword intent in the distance!

The heart moves at will, a sword of frost breaks through ten thousand spells, Xuanlong follows the sword's intention and breaks straight for a while!When the long sword arrived, the two phases slammed, and the demon king hiding in the bloody depths was forced to show his figure.Tsing Yi, black hair, youthful body, holding a sword of immortality, is the demon Lord Hou Qing!

Hou Qing's eyes were full of astonishment, he never thought that Feng Tinglan would find the place where he guarded his sword, and a wisp of sword intent emerged from behind him and merged into the long sword in Feng Tinglan's hand.Fang Fang understood, and anger burst into his eyes: "Shi Yanxue—you plot against me!" He could not escape now, he could only face the wind and listen to Lan's long sword.The blood mist is surging, but within a hundred moves, he is no longer an opponent.

Feng Tinglan's eyes were cold and serious, and the long sword cut down ruthlessly, taking Hou Qing's life.The Juexian sword was broken, Hou Qing spat out a mouthful of black blood, gritted his teeth and watched the long sword strike, the pain was empowered, but the primordial spirit was not cut off as imagined, and a touch of warmth came from his wrist.Hou Qing lowered his head and saw that it was the magic weapon shaped like a willow branch on his wrist that saved him from death.

Feng Tinglan was also startled, and suddenly remembered that Jun's father had asked Shi Yan where the snow town spirit branch was, and Shi Yan Xuedao had given it away, but now it was on Hou Qing's body.

Hou Qing took advantage of the moment of Feng Tinglan's hesitation, gritted his teeth and turned around to escape. The Immortal Formation was broken, and he would die if he stayed!Feng Tinglan didn't chase after him, Shi Yanxue endured the pain of Yuanshen and wanted to send Zhen Lingzhi out, and he had his own reasons.He pulled out the Absolute Immortal Sword and put it in the ruins cauldron.

The Immortal Execution Sword Formation was broken for a while, and no matter how incomplete, most of the blood mist dispersed, and the Divine Race Star Formation took the opportunity to attack.The robbery clouds in the sky were dim, Xuanyuan looked coldly at the border of Nanming Ridge, gave orders, and all the gods went to break through the killing array.

Demons, the situation is gone.