The third uncle used the dragon turtle as a puppet and practiced the ninth to twenty-four moves of the Demon Sword Technique completely. He said in a solemn tone: "Remember, you can only learn twenty-four moves, and the following sword moves are one."
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"How much you three can understand today's performance depends entirely on your individual talents."
"Sword moves are dead, but people are alive. Remember to be flexible."
After San Bo said the last sentence, his sword power suddenly changed.
"Tai Shang Wang Qing." He stood on the back of the dragon turtle, and the Tai Xuan Sword disappeared from his hand and disappeared.
"Roar."
The Dragon Turtle, who had been hit by San Bo's true fire, escaped into the cold pool and slapped San Bo's body with the rolling waves, as if to crush him.
"From today onwards, there will be no more Su Xinglan in the world."
White hair, green shirt, standing dragon and turtle, riding the wind and waves.
His eyes went from unwilling to confused to now indifferent.
His voice went from hesitant to struggling, and then turned cold and biting.
Immobile as a mountain, powerful as a dragon.
But it also carries a sense of unfamiliarity and alienation that cannot be approached, as if the first snowflake falling in winter brings the first ray of coldness into the world.
"Uncle Xinglan." Ji Qinghe summoned up the courage to shout.
Sanbo's eyes fell on us, and he glanced over us, turning a blind eye.
"He..." Ji Qinghe said timidly: "Uncle Xinglan doesn't seem to recognize us anymore."
"No, it can't be." Pei Chuan said in horror: "Is this the consequence of the Supreme Being's forgetfulness? Now Uncle Xinglan is controlled by the inner demon and has completely forgotten everything in the past?"
"Senior sister, please speak." Pei Chuan said anxiously, "Is that so?"
Lingxi was silent and looked sad.
I felt weak, endured the pain caused by the poison in my left arm and shouted loudly: "Uncle San, I am Suning."
This time, Sanbo didn't even look at me. He looked at the rolling dragon turtle at his feet, thoughtfully.
"Su, you, you have entered the semi-immortal realm." Long Gui's voice was full of confusion, as if even he himself couldn't believe that in just a few dozen seconds, San Bo's body seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
"You, I remember." San Bo raised his hand and said, "You deserve to die."
"So, you have to die."
He slowly raised his hand, and the shadow of the sword suddenly appeared.
At the same time, his body disappeared from the dragon turtle's back.
When he reappeared, he was at the top of the waterfall.
In the cold pool, the blood is stained red.
The dragon turtle's head separated from its body, floated on the water, and soon turned into white mist and returned to the world.
"Dead? Just like that?" Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe rushed out of the formation and looked at each other.
"Uncle Xinglan is so strong now, he can be said to be invincible compared to before." Lingxi's beautiful eyes bloomed, and then dimmed quickly: "It's a pity that such strength is obtained in exchange for rebirth, and the price is too high to bear.
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"Master said he owes Uncle Xinglan and Uncle Baiyou."
"Actually, none of us owe anything to Uncle Xinglan."
