The second thousand and twenty-three chapters are completely destroyed, respect!
The deathly silence of Jianshan Mountain.
Qin Wushuang stood frozen like a sculpture.
Looking at the Lingxiao Sword in Su Xuan's hand, Qin Wushuang felt that he was dreaming.
Decades of refining are not as good as one move from Su Xuan's hand?
He couldn't accept it.
"No!"
He roared angrily, his eyes bleeding as he activated the Lingxiao Sword, trying to take it back.
But what he got was a terrifying backlash.
"puff!"
Qin Wushuang vomited blood and staggered back.
"Why?"
Qin Wushuang stared at Su Xuan who was walking over, with a ferocious look on his face.
Why was his defeat so sudden, so miserable, and so simple?
Qin Wushuang did not believe that there was such a defiant young person in the world! Su Xuan looked indifferent, looking at Qin Wushuang who was defeated, and cruelly stepped on him under his feet.
"How come there are so many reasons in the world? I win and you lose, that's all."
Su Xuan said indifferently.
"I don't accept it!"
Qin Wushuang roared, thinking of how brilliant his life was.
But the brighter the first half of life was, the more miserable it is now.
Su Xuan sneered, not planning to torture him, at least he didn't beg for mercy.
Su Xuan looked down on many people, but at least those with tough bones were not in this category.
If Qin Wushuang begs for mercy, he will torture him! "Die!"
Su Xuan said coldly.
but.
"stop!"
A cry full of anxiety sounded.
At the bottom of the sword mountain, Xiuxiu ran up carrying a sword box.
Her face was full of panic.
Su Xuan paused, but did not look at Xiuxiu at first glance, but looked to the left.
There... Nangong quietly backed away.
Su Xuan sneered: "You'd better stop."
Nangong hesitated. After seeing Su Xuan's speed, he didn't think he could escape, and immediately froze with an ugly expression on his face.
And at this moment.
Xiuxiu had already run up and looked at Su Xuan pleadingly: "He has been defeated by you, please don't kill him."
"Why?"
Su Xuan asked her.
"Because..." Xiuxiu said subconsciously, but paused when she looked at Su Xuan's cold eyes.
She was speechless for a moment.
"Because you were his swordsman?
Because he has already lost?
Or is it because you begged me for mercy?"
Su Xuan asked indifferently.
Xiuxiu's face turned pale.
She is kind and simple, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand the dangers of the world.
On the contrary, she knows very well, otherwise she, a little girl, would not be alive until now.
But it was understanding that made her understand that Su Xuan had no reason to let Qin Wushuang, his enemy.
She pursed her lips and had tears in her eyes, full of grievances.
"Don't you want me to carry the sword box for you? I can help you, but can you let him live? He has an innate sword body and will definitely fight for Donghuang in the future. He shouldn't die so unworthy."
Xiuxiu said sadly.
Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, Xiuxiu's words obviously revealed a lot of information.
but.
The corner of Su Xuan's mouth curled up with a cold look: "I don't need you to carry it anymore.
As for what you said about fighting for Donghuang, what does it have to do with me!"
Said.
Su Xuan grabbed Qin Wushuang.
"Who are you?"
Qin Wushuang was staring at Su Xuan intently at this moment, his mind filled with Xiu Xiu's words.
Let Xiuxiu carry the sword case?
Isn’t this what ‘Chen Xuance’ said?
"You have the answer in your heart."
Su Xuan paused, then sneered: "If you destroy one of my clones, just replace it."
Qin Wushuang's face suddenly turned pale.
"No!"
He roared angrily, his belief completely shattered.
But the next moment, Su Xuan suppressed him completely.
Xiuxiu's face suddenly turned pale.
The tears in her eyes couldn't stop flowing down, and she said with a cry: "You can obviously be an upright swordsman, why do you do this?"
She felt worthless for Qin Wushuang, and also for Su Xuan.
Su Xuan paused and said: "Obviously?
Why?
Nothing in this world is taken for granted, and nothing is what you think it is or should be.”
Said.
Su Xuan flicked his sleeves, and Xiuxiu immediately flew into the sword residence.
"Practice well in the Sword Residence, and there will be monks worthy of carrying the sword box for you in the future! It's up to you whether you are willing or not."
Su Xuan said and ignored the struggling Xiuxiu.
Then.
He sneered and walked towards Nangong.
Nangong felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and his body tensed up.
He shouted: "Evil Lord, you and I have no hatred. I can tell you some secrets of Xiahou Longhu. How about you let me go?"
Su Xuan paused, looked at Nangong with deep eyes, and said coldly: "I'm not interested in Xiahou Longhu's secrets. It's just some bullshit conspiracy! And with Xiahou Longhu's vigilance, how much can you know?
?
If you want to live, just answer me a question."
"What?"
"What did you say to the living dead when you went to the Wushuang Holy Road?"
Su Xuan asked.
As if struck by lightning, Nangong suddenly looked at Su Xuan and stared at him.
"you!"
He had an extremely terrifying suspicion.
"Not ready to answer?"
Su Xuan took a step forward and grinned: "Just in time, I just asked casually."
"boom!"
This time Su Xuan not only unleashed the power of evil, but also the power of righteousness.
The power of the evil god swept across all directions, turning it into a cage of terror.
The power of the righteous path shines brightly like the scorching sun, pressing towards Nangong.
Nangong took a breath of cold air.
This kind of explosion is almost approaching the Spirit Emperor! Before Su Xuan started to attack, he didn't even use his full strength! "Your uncle!"
Nangong roared, his clothes and skin were torn apart at this moment, turning into a strange creature with six arms and two heads.
His whole body began to exude a gloomy deathly aura! "It's really not a human being!"
Su Xuan sneered.
Nangong felt weird when he saw him back then, and the seal of peace in his body was touched many times.
Just because there was no reason and he couldn't sense anything, Su Xuan couldn't figure out why.
But seeing Nangong's look at this moment, Su Xuan knew it.
Because...Nangong is from a foreign race! "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Five swords flew across the sky, suppressing all directions in Nangong.
Although Nangong burst out with more terrifying power than Qin Wushuang, it was still wiped out bit by bit by Su Xuan.
He roared again and again, full of violence and anger.
"If you kill me, you will die, you will definitely die!"
Nangong Roared, "I guess Xiahou Longhu doesn't know your true identity. This is a good explanation for what you did on the Wushuang Holy Road back then. You kept it from Xiahou Longhu! And the Wushuang Holy Road thing is related to the Martial Palace, so you also
It is very likely that you come from the Martial Palace! As for your alien identity, either there is a powerful alien group in the Eastern Wasteland, or you come from the mysterious Nanling!"
Su Xuan's eyes were deep.
There is a great secret in the Eastern Wasteland! Although Su Xuan still has many things he doesn’t understand, he is still getting into touch with them bit by bit.
"You don't need to trap me, you will never know! When you find out, it will be your death!"
Nangong laughed wildly.
"I don't want to know anything from you, I just want to tell you that all I need to know is what you are planning. When we meet in the future, I will kill them one by one. If they are all dead, nothing will happen.
If you and other foreigners are not dead, I, Su Xuan, will take your surname!"
Su Xuan sneered.
"puff!"
Nangong was so angry that he vomited blood: "You won't succeed!"
"I know, you are scared!"
Su Xuan said quietly, the seal of peace looming between his eyebrows.
Nangong paused and felt the thought of peace.
This seemed to be his nemesis, and his body began to burn.
"ah!"
He screamed sternly: "Master Taiping Ancient Alliance..." But the next moment.
"Bang!"
Nangong's body exploded, and he could no longer die! Before he died, he knew Su Xuan's identity! He was horrified, powerless, and even worried about his own ethnic group... In his eyes, Su Xuan was already more terrifying than the Spirit Emperor! An evil cultivator
, but it is Taiping Ancient League
Senior Brother! The evil way is so powerful! The righteous way is so powerful! Such a person must be the most terrifying enemy of these foreign races! It's a pity that he is dead and cannot convey this matter... Su Xuan flicked his sleeves and dispersed Nangong's foreign body.
Exploding stench.
"Martial Palace, foreign races, Nanling...this Eastern Wasteland is getting more and more interesting!"
Su Xuan sneered, his eyes becoming sharper: "That's why I can't die, I have to see the troubled times in the future!"
Under a battle.
Less than half a day.
Sword City was directly captured by him! Su Xuan paused for a moment, and after confirming that Nangong was completely dead, he walked towards the Hai Ku Palace above Jian Mountain.
in.
Jian Changtian should still be in seclusion.
After such a continuous battle, Jian Changtian still hasn't come out, which is obviously strange.
Su Xuan came here in disguise and wanted to meet Jian Changtian, but was rejected! "You still don't want to see me?"
Su Xuan asked in a low voice, knowing that there must be something wrong with Jian Changtian.
A long silence.
"Alas..." A sigh came from the Haiku Palace, and Jian Changtian's voice rang out: "Beichen, go to Jianxu to protect Xiaowan, and leave me alone, this old man."
"You know, I am no longer what I used to be."
Su Xuan was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "I can kill many people, and I can also bear a lot!"
"I know, Beichen, I really know.
You have changed, but you have not changed either.
We are old, but our eyes are not blind..." Jian Changtian's voice was quite excited, but at this point, he paused, as if he didn't want to go on.
Then, he seemed to take a breath and sighed: "Two hundred years ago, I couldn't do anything and watched you die.
At that time, I really wished that it was me who died, not you.
Let me, an old man, work hard this time. If I need your help again, I probably won’t be able to rest in peace until I die.”
Su Xuan's body trembled and his eyes trembled.
But soon, Su Xuan regained his coolness.
He didn't say anything more, turned around and left.
Everyone should have their own choice. Su Xuan is a stubborn person, but he will never be stubborn in this regard.
All he will do is try his best to keep everything! A happy laughter suddenly came from Haiku Palace.
"Beichen, go ahead. You should be like an eagle above the nine heavens, soaring across the Qiongyu. You don't need to care about the small and ignorant creatures on the earth!"
Su Xuan paused and did not turn around.
He just said: "Besides my master back then, you were the person I respected the most."
After saying that, he rushed into the sword market.
In the Haiku Palace.
There was darkness.
Jian Changtian sat with his body covered with decay.
Listening to Su Xuan's cold voice, he laughed happily, his eyes red.
This is undoubtedly the best compliment for him.
He raised his head and looked to the side, where there was an old man wearing dark armor who looked like a stone statue fighting.
The old man is like a sword. Even though his eyes are lifeless, he still has a strong intention that would rather break than bend.
However, the old man was also entangled in the dark and ferocious air currents, making him look a little ferocious.
Jian Changtian looked at it, determination gradually appeared in his eyes, and he whispered deeply: "Even if I risk everything, I won't let you die.