When the sword light strikes, the world is in great sorrow. I have only one finger. I live and die. Life and death are a disaster.
Point out!
Liu Weishuang is silent!
At the moment, all the sadness in his eyes dissipated and was replaced by shock.
He has seen Yang Xuan twice, and he has also seen Yang Xuan use his way of life and death twice. This is the third time.
But this time it''s different.
If the power of life and death in the previous two times is only power, then this time, it really becomes the Tao, the way of life and death.
As soon as you point out, you can choose whether to live or die.
Not only was Liu Weishuang shocked, but the crazy eyes of lianyue qianlou, which have not changed since the beginning, have also changed.
He''s crazy, that''s right.
But at the same time, above the martial arts, he is also a master.
When Yang Xuanyi pointed out, the crazy color in his eyes subsided for a moment, and there was a moment of Qingming.
"I..." he opened his mouth and sent out a word, but the next moment, it was replaced by the crazy color again: "... I want you to die."
As soon as death comes out, heaven and earth change color.
All the sword lights suddenly have a crazy meaning.
Despair because of sadness, madness because of despair.
Liu Weishuang''s face was pale and even frightened. He withdrew back again, far away.
But the next moment, he regretted, because he didn''t retreat far enough.
Like a small boat in the storm, Liu Weishuang was involved in the endless power without any resistance.
In a moment, he vomited blood, was seriously injured, and the whole person was thrown away from him.
Yang Xuan''s power of life and death and Yue qianlou''s desperate sword idea are intertwined, forming a big net between heaven and earth. All objects under the big net are turned into fly ash.
When Liu Weishuang finally stood firm and looked at the past again regardless of the injury, his eyes were filled with fear, and even his body was trembling slightly.
At this moment, he didn''t understand. He didn''t say Yue qianlou, but Yang Xuan. It was only a matter of fingers to kill him, and he couldn''t resist at all.
How could he be so strong? How could he progress so fast?
Liu Weishuang couldn''t help asking questions.
Yang Xuan''s strength made him feel that his world outlook collapsed in an instant, broke to the ground and couldn''t pick it up again.
Yue qianlou''s shabby clothes were hunting in the strong wind, and Yang Xuan''s power of life and death invaded his body and destroyed it wantonly.
However, with the rampant force of life and death, the Madness on his face subsided, and a clear color appeared in his eyes.
"Where am I?" he made a hoarse voice, echoing between heaven and earth.
But only Yang Xuan could hear the sound.
A strange color appeared in Yang Xuan''s eyes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly drank and asked, "why kill Xiaohua?"
"Who is Xiaohua?" Yue qianlou looked at Yang Xuan blankly with confusion and doubt on his face.
"In Tang city that day, a little girl in red!" Yang Xuan''s voice penetrated life and death, sadness and despair, and directly sent it to Yue qianlou''s ears.
"I didn''t..." Yue qianlou''s hoarse voice came out, but the next moment, he suddenly stopped. Then, the color of crazy bloodthirsty filled his eyes again.
"Ah, my head hurts!"
At this time, Yue qianlou''s eyes had completely turned red, and an extremely bloodthirsty killing intention shot out of his eyes.
"I... I killed!"
Yue qianlou''s crazy voice spread everywhere. His mouth was panting, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, even from the corners of his eyes.
Then, a more powerful sword idea came out of him, making his whole person seem to turn into a sword, a crazy and desperate sword.
The sword comes out of its scabbard and the killing intention permeates the world.
Crazy, desperate.
Yue qianlou is completely crazy. At the moment, he has lost all his self-consciousness and has become a madman who only knows killing.
Yang Xuan didn''t speak again. He knew that he couldn''t ask anything. There was only one war left.
War!
Yue qianlou had turned into a crazy and bloodthirsty sword, and the whole man rushed towards him.
This is a completely crazy sword. This is a sword that completely abandons itself. This sword is the peak of kendo.
Boom!
A loud noise that only Yang Xuan could hear came into his ears. A mysterious feeling rushed into Yang Xuan''s heart, making him immediately understand what had happened.
The voice of the road!
The sword of Yue qianlou even inspired the rules of heaven and earth and sounded the sound of the road.
After taking a deep breath, the long knife appeared in Yang Xuan''s hand again.
But this time, not one, but two. The left hand is a long red knife, the flame is burning fiercely, and the right hand is the blade of cold ice, with ice crystals shining.
At the next moment, Yang Xuan appeared directly in the air, left and right, and directly cut down the huge sword transformed by Yue qianlou.
Liu Weishuang was stunned.
In his eyes, the sky behind Yang Xuan suddenly turned into two colors after Yang xuanyue''s double knives were cut off in the sky.
His left half is completely turned into red, and the flames all over the sky are burning madly, while his right side is completely turned into white. It is a world of ice and snow, freezing everything.
In front of Yang Xuan, a huge water and fire knife fell from the sky. On the blade, the forces of water and fire were intertwined, fighting, but merging.
But this is not over. At the next moment, two different forces emerge on this huge water and fire blade, that is, life and death!
Life is worse than death!
After a brief entanglement, the four forces finally merged and cut off Yue qianlou directly.
Time is still, everything is still.
No sound came out, as if all things in heaven and earth were strangely still at this moment.
I don''t know how long it took, suddenly a light noise spread.
With that sound, Yue qianlou''s right arm suddenly left his body and fell to the ground, with blood flying all over the sky.
Liu Weishuang''s eyes followed Yue qianlou''s right arm until it fell to the ground and made a soft sound.
The voice was very small, but it was like thunder, which exploded in Liu Weishuang''s heart.
His eyes showed a strong inconceivable, followed by shock, fear, panic and confusion.
This is a right hand, the right hand of Yue qianlou, the fifth person in the list. The right hand of the sword Saint Yue qianlou is the Tao of Yue qianlou.
Yang Xuan cut off Yue qianlou''s right hand and his way.
Broken road!
Liu Weishuang saw Yang Xuan''s broken path again.
But this time, it''s not the same, because it belongs to the Dao of the sword Saint Yue qianlou.
Yue qianlou was pale and a lot of blood loss made him unstable. However, with his right arm cut off by Yang Xuan, his eyes returned to Qingming, and the crazy color disappeared completely.
His breath was fading rapidly, but in a moment, it fell to the realm of ordinary humanity and nine heaven.
He lowered his head and stared at the broken arm on the ground as if thinking about something.
After a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale face. In the smile, there seemed to be relief and calm.
Then he raised his head, his eyes fell on Yang Xuan and looked at Yang Xuan quietly.
Yang Xuan didn''t move. The two long knives in his hand had disappeared. The power of water and fire, life and death had completely dissipated without trace.
"Thank you!"
Yue qianlou turned and opened his mouth. His voice was so light that only Yang Xuan heard it, and then left slowly. From beginning to end, he never looked at the broken arm on the ground again.
Yang Xuan didn''t speak. After Yue qianlou left, his eyes fell on the broken arm on the ground. After a long silence, he suddenly smiled.
Then, the broken arm began to dissipate. Instead, a large number of dark shadows emerged from the broken arm.