Huang Shaoping's whole body was surging with air, and the strong wind blew his clothes flying. At this time, his whole person exuded a monstrous aura. Its power was so powerful that a special aura was formed in the scene, making the black-clothed man inside it
Everyone felt short of breath and looked horrified.
The long sword on his chest shot out with a pop, piercing several men in black behind him.
At this moment, an eternity-like sword chant sounded, and a dark blue sword condensed into substance.
The green sharp energy lingered, and the surrounding space crackled and shattered in an instant.
The sword intention became substantial, but it was still not over. Huang Shaoping's aura surged again, breaking through his own limits and approaching the second level peak of Lingzong.
Huang Shaoping's body slowly floated up in the air, looking at the surprised Huang Lingtian, he smiled miserably: "Master, I said I would kill you! Because this is my responsibility!"
"Do you remember the Forbidden Sword of Luoxia Peak?" Huang Shaoping smiled miserably, his eyes extremely firm.
The huge shadow of the sword shrouded the hearts of the surrounding men in black, and the men in black closest to Huang Shaoping vomited blood.
The terrifying spiritual energy exploded on Huang Shaoping's body, and Huang Shaoping's spiritual energy completely poured into the sword nose.
The shadow of the sword and the sword in his hand gradually overlapped, and for a moment, the sword and the shadow of the sword seemed to merge together, indistinguishable from each other.
Huang Shaoping slowly grasped the big sword formed by the sword intention, and the endless spiritual energy continued to flow towards the big sword. At this moment, Huang Shaoping's originally pale face also turned a faint red. He glanced at the astonished Huang Lingtian, and Huang Shaoping
Ping smiled miserably and said: "I remember it was you who taught me this sword!" Huang Shaoping raised the sword shadow in his right hand and waved it with an extremely domineering sword shadow, directly strangling the men in black around him, and their flesh and blood flew.
As if his figure had traveled through space, Huang Shaoping's figure jumped directly into the sky above Huang Lingtian, and struck down with a sword.
The Ke Hui sword struck down in the air and suppressed Huang Ling Tiantian's body. His body was slightly bent. Huang Ling Tiantian's eyes were full of disbelief, but he did not panic at all. He also waved the sword in his hand, and the whole sword began to tremble, and then
It started to divide into two, then two into four, and then into four. In just a moment, hundreds of sword shadows appeared, with an ear-splitting sword whistle, going from bottom to top, slashing away horizontally.
"I can also do this sword!" Huang Lingtian's cold shouts continued to spread around, followed closely by the screams of the men in black around him.
A circle of terrifying sword energy fluctuations spread out, and with the collision of the two sword energies, the space was shattered.
The terrifying and abnormal residual power ground the surrounding ground into a flat mirror, and the man in black closest to the two did not even let out a scream and was drowned by the turbulent flow of space.
The battle between Lingzong realm warriors is essentially a battle of sword intentions. The two of them simultaneously mobilize the power of heaven and earth and converge on the sword power.
The sword shadows gathered together, and the two swords glowing with cold light finally met, and their explosions resounded loudly!
A sharp explosion resounded, and an invisible space fluctuation spread out from the tip of the sword.
Wherever the spatial fluctuations spread, the space was shattered in vain, and terrifying energy flowed wildly around.
Taking a few steps forward, Huang Shaoping passed directly through those terrifying space cracks, grabbed the long sword, and swung the sword out again.
Surrounded by flying turbulent space, Huang Shaoping's figure looked so tall.
This sword not only affected the surrounding violent energy, but also affected the terrifying spatial turbulence around it, which also poured down like flowing water.
Seeing this, Huang Lingtian's calm expression finally changed. He did not expect that Huang Shaoping would dare to be so bold and even risk being swallowed by the turbulent flow of space to activate this sword.
"Shaoping! Do you really want to kill me as your master?" Huang Lingtian said lightly, looking at the turbulent flow in those spaces as if they were air.
Raising his right foot slightly, Huang Lingtian took several steps in succession, and an air sword appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, the air sword with terrifying sword intent fell down.
The spatial turbulence and energy seemed so fragile in front of this sword, and they turned into nothingness.
The terrifying energy rebounded, and Huang Shaoping vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood. He awkwardly avoided the space crack and landed on the ground. Huang Shaoping's feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground and he was pushed straight away for several feet.
Far.
At the same time, a qi sword broke through the qi energy and penetrated directly through Huang Shaoping's chest. Wow, blood spilled out, dyeing his martial robe red.
Even after using his strongest move, he still couldn't do anything to Huang Lingtian. At this moment, there was no spiritual energy left in his body.
Huang Shaoping sighed slightly, life was passing by, and suddenly he looked back at the five peaks of the sword god that had stood for thousands of years. His originally clear eyes also showed a trace of laxity, and a look of farewell appeared in that laxity.
in the eyes.
At this moment, Huang Shaoping's mind kept replaying every plant and tree of the five peaks of the Sword God. Over the past few decades, he had spent his whole life in the Sword God Gate!
Huang Shaoping gradually felt that his life was beginning to drain away. The Qi Sword not only pierced his chest, but also pierced his heart. The beating heart in his chest had gradually stopped, and what was left was a hazy consciousness.
In his existence and mind, he refused to leave for a long time. He opened his boring mouth slightly and murmured: "Master, I can't kill you anymore!"
Looking at the sky silently, a fierce sword intent still filled Huang Shaoping's body, but he regretted the sword intent.
"Master, who is buried on the sword path?" A childish voice sounded in Huang Shaoping's ears.
"Those are the martyrs who sacrificed their lives to protect the Sword God Sect. Shaoping, you must target them!"
Huang Shaoping still remembered Huang Lingtian's gentle words in his heart. At this moment, Huang Shaoping was gradually becoming confused.
Everything in the past is like the moon in the water, and the flowers in the mirror disappear in the countless domineering spatial turbulence.
The setting sun was setting, and the evening wind was like a sharp edge. Huang Shaoping's thin figure slowly fell to the ground. Looking at Huang Lingtian's still cold face, Huang Shaoping felt so hateful!
I hate that I don't have the strength to kill him, and I hate that Huang Lingtian is still on the road of no return.
Once a teacher, always a father, with deep love and deep hatred, it was precisely because of his deep love for Huang Lingtian that Huang Shaoping wanted to kill him, but everything was over.
A line of tears slipped down, passed by the already cold cheek, and condensed into crystal water droplets, swallowing up the memories of the past bit by bit.
The boundless sword energy drowned Huang Shaoping's figure. At the last moment of his life, Huang Shaoping softly chanted: "It's neither joyful to live nor sad to die! Master, I hate you so much that I wish I could kill you!"
When the blood and tears were gone, Huang Shaoping felt the darkness coming. At this moment, his vitality had been exhausted, and what was left was endless darkness waiting for him.
Holding the sword proudly, Huang Shaoping pointed his long sword towards the sky and shouted: "What a pity!"
The sword that fell to the ground suddenly shot up. Huang Shaoping held the sword in vain. With his last consciousness, Huang Shaoping swung the last sword.
This is an intoxicating sword light. This sword contains Huang Shaoping's spiritual confusion, sword intention, consciousness, and unwillingness.
The man and the sword merge into one! At this moment, the sword and Huang Shaoping seemed to overlap and were indistinguishable from each other!
Seeing this, Huang Lingtian sighed lightly, and still swung his sword out. The terrifying sword force destroyed Huang Shaoping's sword.
Boom! Huang Shaoping's figure took several steps back again. With each step back, hot blood spilled out.
The sword energy passed through Huang Shaoping's body, and his originally thin body turned into blood stains all over the sky and shot out in all directions. The long sword slowly fell to the ground, and the sword body trembled for a while, and there was a sad sword roar, and the long sword suddenly fell from the sword body.
It broke apart and turned into countless fragments scattered all over the ground, just like the blood gushing out of Huang Shaoping's body, looking so weak. The sword is psychic, the sword is where the person is, and the person dies with the sword, don't you know that people die with the sword!
Death is inevitable in life, but Huang Shaoping passed away with endless regrets. Everyone present was a witness to Huang Shaoping's death.
A few tears slowly fell from his turbid eyes. Huang Lingtian looked at the blood on the ground indifferently. He put his hands behind his back and slowly turned around and walked towards the Sword God Wufeng. Then he stopped and murmured: "Shaoping
, all the people we meet can be divided into circles one after another. Those who always stand together without being separated by lines are the most important people to you, but you are divided!"
The setting sun was like blood, and Huang Lingtian's lonely figure turned into a phantom and ran towards the Five Peaks of the Sword God, followed closely by the man in black who was overwhelming the sky.
Liu Ruyan stood on Xiyue Peak. At this moment, Liu Ruyan's past water-like indifferent expression had been washed away by tears.
A haggard look emerged, and Liu Yuyan seemed to have lost her spirit.
Liu Yuyan looked at Jianya with empty eyes and said calmly: "It's over. The master of Luoxia Peak has bought enough time for you. Now the peak protection formation has been launched! Are you ready?"
Liu Yuyan's voice was dull, but it resounded throughout the five peaks of the Sword God.
"Fight!" A uniform shout came out, and the birds on the branches flew towards the sky one after another.
Several Lingzong realm warriors and several fake Lingzong realm warriors, no matter how amazing the Sword God Sect's defense was, they could not withstand the continuous attacks.
Some low-level disciples of the Sword God Sect looked at the black-clothed man in shock and the endless sword energy!
Around the five peaks of the Sword God, a layer of light mask emerged, and the light and shadow gradually changed, forming the shapes of Suzaku, Qinglong, ###, Xuanwu, and Qilin.
The red bird covers Chaoyang Peak, the green dragon covers Sword God Peak, ### covers Xiyue Peak, Xuanwu covers Star Peak, and unicorn covers Luoxia Peak.
This is the peak-protecting formation of the Five Peaks of the Sword God. At the same time, its five roars sounded on the sword path of Luoxia Peak. Those five stone statues are the core of this peak-protecting formation.
Countless sword energy surged toward the peak-protecting Taisho like a tide, and the light curtain shook slightly.
If the peak-protecting sword formation is breached, the Sword God's Gate will be greeted with a devastating price. The Sword God's disciples drew their swords and rushed down the peak.