"Go to die!"

In the dim void, a hysterical roar shook the world.

Even if Zhen Yuan Jian fought desperately, he could no longer shake Jiang Du's determination.

Is he afraid of death?

Of course I'm afraid!

He has parents, wives, and children!

If you die, it is equivalent to the pillars of the family being broken. How sad should parents, wives and children be.

However, in his life, he was not just his family.

And his sword!

This is his sword of determination, Zhenyuan!

This is the sword that accompanied him through a long journey!

This is the sword that calls Lao Jiang every day, speaks in dialect every day, and claims to be the boss of many magic weapons.

This sword, even though it is not a person, has long been a part of his life.

If a swordsman or a practitioner cannot even protect his own sword, then he is worthy of being called a practitioner.

Therefore, Zhenyuan Sword could not stop it.

Jiang Du only had one thought at this moment, that is, kill! Kill the Abyssin Sword Saint.

Even if he dies together, he will not take a step back.

Because this is his sword!

If he took a step back at this moment, what if someone wanted to capture Ning Xue next time? Should he also consider that there are other people in Li Meng?

If Jiang Ning'an is captured, should we also consider Jiang Li and Jiang Guoer?

Never retreat, even if you die in battle!

He died as much as he could!

At this moment, all Jiang Du's willpower poured into the Zhenyuan Sword.

"Old Jiang, let's help you!"

One by one, the sounds were all a little childish.

A mask floated behind the Zhenyuan sword, a robe, a scepter, a bracelet, a dagger, a pair of boots, and an armor.

Killing the Nether Face, Cruel Nether Robe, Death Staff, Greedy Nether Chain, Demon King Nether Armor, Tyrannical Nether Boots, Sword of All beings!

The seven ancient artifacts of the underworld began to melt at this moment behind the Zhenyuan Sword.

"Kaka Ka ..."

A dark purple heavy sword formed quickly in a skillful posture.

The Ultimate Sword!

The heavy sword rushed towards the Zhenyuan sword.

"Kaka Ka ..."

The Ultimate Nether Sword that had just formed began to crack just the moment it came into contact with the Zhenyuan Sword.

The Ultimate Nether Sword was completely broken, but for a long time, the power accumulated by the seven ancient Nether artifacts was completely poured into the Zhenyuan Sword.

The Zhenyuan sword buzzed wildly, and the blood-colored lines emitted a dazzling light.

Another equipment appeared, which was an ancient bronze mirror with all spirits and things in front, and the sun, moon and stars behind. Two simple characters were imprinted on it - Kunlun!

"Pap!"

Without any nonsense, the bronze mirror quickly spread out of the crack and then completely shattered, and a ball of clear air poured into the Zhenyuan Sword.

Golden beads appear, and the beads contain misty mist. The beads are called soul gathering!

The golden beads were broken, and mist also poured into the Zhenyuan Sword.

They are all cultivated little by little by little by little by little by little. Kunlun Mirror is just a magical artifact on Earth. The Seven Netherworlds are just a magical artifact infected by a wisp of the breath of the Styx. Only soul gathering

The Holy Bead is of higher level. When Jiang Du got it, it was already a high-level world weapon.

But where is this?

Above God!

The place where the highest disaster is occupied!

It can be said that any treasure here can match the original seven ancient weapons of 10,000,000, but Jiang Du took them to this point and never gave up on them.

At this moment, Jiang Du is asking for death.

The only thing that many magic weapons can do is to die with him!

The Abyssin Sword Saint stopped and seemed to be watching this scene in a daze.

Taishang couldn't help it and closed his eyes.

His breath was constantly fluctuating up and down, as if he wanted to break through, but he was too seriously injured and could not break through.

"There is only some shadow of a swordsman." The Erupted Sword Saint murmured to himself.

His expression was a little complicated. In fact, he really didn't want to kill Jiang Du. If he wanted to kill, he wouldn't have said so much before.

He was deliberately guiding Jiang Du to become stronger and eventually became a stepping stone and catalyst for him.

However, he never thought that Jiang Dujian was not very useful, but his feelings for Jian were so deep.

He couldn't help looking at the black sword in his hand and asked himself, could he do this for his sword?

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

At this moment, a total of eleven voices sounded in the Zhenyuan Sword at the same time.

The Zhenyuan Sword suddenly turned into a blood-red beam of light.

The sword energy that was seeking death as if it were homeless turned into the brightest color in the dark void.

This time, in the distant starry sky, a huge mass of light fog roared, and the terrifying will completely awakened. It was the highest disaster!

Just the moment of awakening, the infinite terrifying will has ignored all distances and arrived at the battlefield here.

The Supreme Calamity felt the power that should not appear at this point in time.

The face of the Abyssin Sword Saint changed drastically. The black sword in his hand swung wildly. For a moment, the endless black sword energy gathered into a black divine dragon that destroyed the world.

The black dragon roared and rushed towards the blood-red light with all his strength.

The black dragon and the blood light collided fiercely in an insignificant time.

"boom!"

"Woo ..."

The black dragon let out a tragic whine, and the blood-red light forced the black dragon into pieces in an instant.

The only thing the Abyssin Sword Saint could do was to block the black sword in his hand diagonally in front of him.

"boom!"

The blood-red light suddenly disappeared and flew towards the end of the void at a rapid speed.

At this moment, I don’t know how many worlds saw a blood-red beam of light appearing in the sky.

The beam then dimmed.

The Abyssin Sword Saint stood in the void, and he slowly lowered his head and looked at his heart.

The blood began to melt.

In his chest, a hole the size of a head was transparent and conspicuous.

However, this is not over. Blood-colored lines began to spread in all directions with the blood hole as the center, and the face of the Abyssin Sword Saint was filled with pain.

The black sword made a crisp sound, and the bloody red lines were covered with vaguely heard a whine.

The aura of the Abyss of the Abyssal Sword Saint plummeted, and the wounds could not stop bleeding. At the same time, blood-colored patterns spread, making him seem to have become a porcelain doll that is about to be completely broken.

Afar behind the Abyssin Sword Saint, a strange long sword with a strange shape, half a sword blade and half a sword tooth, floating quietly.

Juemiya Sword Saint took a deep breath, and he knelt down with some tremblingness and whispered: "I have seen the Supreme Lord, Juemiya found that there were creatures trying to disrupt the movement of the living world, and now I will kill him. Please, Supreme Lord.

Lord, don't worry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red sword turned into blood-colored powder and completely disappeared into this world.
To be continued...