After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The sky and the earth are filled with golden swords, and the air waves are empty.

Above the scarred land, flying through the layers of clouds, was the master of this continent, Emperor Ling.

It is a demon that has been dormant for a thousand years and suddenly breaks out of the sky.

The weapons collided violently countless times, causing the knuckles of the two men to be broken, blood to ooze out, and their arms to become numb.

The magic power from the brutal bombardment was being depleted at an incredible speed.

Fire fell from the sky cave, rivers flowed backwards, and amid the chaos, the turbid clouds were cut open by a sword.

The golden light of the crescent moon cuts through everything, and the sky suddenly breaks.

The misty sea of ​​clouds retreated to both sides like flying, revealing the figure of a man hiding behind.

The demon was breathing heavily, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl who was raising her sword and slashing at him. The confidence in his heart also dissipated like the sea of ​​clouds just now, leaving only a heavy feeling of depression.

When the fight really started, it turned out that the opponent was equally matched with me.

Ha... this world is truly mysterious.

He hated everything.

No matter what he did, someone would stop him.

To him, every individual in the human world is just a wriggling piece of flesh, without any use at all.

He had experimented with it, and Bodhi had also taken the trouble to investigate the black fog and miasma that appeared in many villages.

He could not absorb any power from these mortals that could help him improve his cultivation. It felt like a genius elite who was extremely superior in every aspect was locked up in a clinic with only dementia patients.

The demon is really going crazy.

He wants to go back, pick up his own treasures, hunt more monks, use their power for his own benefit, and finally kill his way into the realm of gods!

The ambition is big enough, but the method of cultivation is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and is destined to be hindered.

His obstacle this time is Pu Ran, and of course, also a stepping stone.

Now he has to absorb her power to get out of here and jump across the interface back to his own world.

Tsk, if the previous wars hadn't consumed too much of his magic power, he would have left by now.

These people deserve to die!!!

There is no room for negotiation in the fight.

"Zheng——"

The two swords collided again with all their might.

Pu Ran felt that he was wrong.

She shouldn't have taken the position of the Human Emperor, so that she wouldn't be used by the other party and expose the truth.

The decision made due to insufficient intelligence has led to the current result, and Puran has mixed emotions.

She pursed her lips and swung the Xuanyuan Sword tirelessly.

But without the support of the Human Emperor, she wouldn't be able to stop the demon like she is now.

There are many opportunities to choose between cause and effect, and every decision will produce threads that will weave together the corresponding outcome.

The current situation is actually the result of the joint efforts of everyone.

As the battle dragged on, the two men were exhausted and fell rapidly from the sky, using their swords to support their tired bodies.

They were in the same mess.

Several strands of hair were cut off by the sword energy, and the porcelain-white skin was covered with wounds of varying sizes and depths.

If you twist the ragged clothes, a pool of blood will appear.

Not only did he suffer external injuries, he also suffered a lot of internal injuries during the fight.

Pu Ran stared at the other party warily, while glancing at his senior brother and Bodhi who were lying in a pool of blood.

These people also tried their best and fought until the last moment.

The demon took in her tiny expressions and said in a mean way, "Don't look at them, they're all dead."

Pu Ran's dark eyes made people feel numb: "He's not dead. He's still breathing."

The man immediately looked sinister. Not dead? Impossible!

Isn't killing a human being as easy as crushing an ant?

It is simple, but our little tree is capable of handling things.

He actually blocked the last attack of the demon with all his strength, and this time he really became the savior of his brothers.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, lying neatly on the ground.

Pu Ran laughed at an inappropriate time.

The family must be neat and tidy.

In fact, she was happy that everyone was still alive.

After the war, he healed his wounds, drank some wine, and was full of life again.

She also wanted to play with the eldest brother's red broadsword.

She also wants to try Second Brother’s nail polish.

She has always wanted to braid Third Brother’s silver hair.

The fourth brother went to the kitchen and cooked delicious food for her!

Fifth Brother... forget it, let her feed him some dried fish.

Qin Xiaoliu wanted to continue flipping through the flowery ropes and collect the beautiful marbles.

She hasn’t learned Liu Xiaoqi’s little snake dance skills yet, and she wonders when the green snake in her jar will be able to twist a few circles.

As for Xiaoshu, her zither-like voice was the best for chanting sutras. It sounded absolutely amazing! She wanted to hear more.

In just a moment, her thoughts had gone full circle.

"Hey."

She raised her chin, her hoarse voice breaking a little as she said, "Can you perform the contrast of the Judge taking off his mask again?"

Demon: “…”

He opened his mouth, and the sound coming out of his bloody throat was like the sound of an old bellows, rough and unpleasant: "No way."

"he died?"

"died."

Pu Ran's fingertips occasionally stroked the hilt of the sword and he was not surprised by this answer.

She changed the subject again: "It's not a good idea to keep fighting like this. Do you have any idea that can let us decide the winner in one move?"

The demon had a ferocious look on his face: "Why don't you just commit suicide and let me eat you obediently."

The Xuanyuan Sword flew over, and instantly the vast spiritual power exploded again. The demon narrowed his eyes, and flew to high altitude with extremely fast luck, and the two began to fight again.

His body was like a sponge, his strength was almost dried up, yet he still tried desperately to squeeze out a little bit of it to fight the opponent to the death.

If the battle line is prolonged, I'm afraid both of them will die.

Just as Pu Ran said, this was not a solution, and Chi Yao began to seriously consider how to take the opponent away with one blow.

Is there really no way to kill the opponent quickly?

The two people fighting in the air were startled at the same time, and they stepped back one after another to keep a safe distance.

A flash of inspiration came to their minds and they realized something.

The fact is that the opponent has become extremely weak at this point in the fight.

As long as you use some tricks, it's easy to defeat the opponent.

such as……

They have the purest, richest, strongest substance in their body, which is extremely poisonous to the opponent: heart blood.

Even if he still has 30% or 40% of his strength left, this blood will be of no use.

But it’s different now. They have no resistance and are as fragile as branches that withstand a storm. It would be good if they could have a little bit of strength.

Whether it's the high-concentration spiritual energy with special powers invading the body of the demon, or the same magic power invading the body of Pu Ran, it will be like a deadly poison, flowing through the tendons and veins, suddenly erupting and destroying everything.

The heart leads the vitality of the whole body, the heart blood, and the purest power of origin.

They both thought of it and looked down at their chests in tacit understanding.

Cut it open.

Take out the blood from your heart.

Kill each other.

A very strange scene.

The sky was torn into pieces, the mountains and seas were roaring in flames, the people on the ground were fleeing in panic, but the two men in the air raised their swords and pointed them at their own chests.

Cut it open mercilessly and take out the blood from the heart.

The blood rushed along the inscriptions on the sword and filled it up.

The golden Xuanyuan looked as if it was wrapped in a crimson flower rope, and was extremely beautiful.

The black magic sword was like the red spider lilies swaying and blooming by the Forgotten River, enchanting and mysterious.

In fact, if you do this, you may kill the other person, but you won't live long.

Neither of them cared. In comparison, Chi Yao felt it was worth it. Being on the verge of death was only temporary and he would recover after devouring the Spirit Emperor.

The two of them used all of their remaining strength to repair the wounds on their chests, otherwise their physical bodies would have collapsed first.

He lost his magic power and fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, their final duel was just like the mortal warriors that can be seen everywhere in this world. They held swords in both hands and competed simply by relying on skills and body movements.

Even breathing hurts.

The two men bent their waists slightly, and the huge pain that spread throughout their bodies came violently and violently, as if every bone seemed to be repeatedly broken and reassembled, and the arms holding the swords seemed like they would break if bent.

"cough……"

Puran wanted to speak, but she coughed up a pool of blood. Her expression was cold, as if the blood did not come from her body.

"You are in the Broken Sky to handle official business, but your swordsmanship is not as good as mine, which I have practiced in many places."

Hearing this, Chi Yao felt it was extremely absurd and ridiculous, and wanted to retort, but he didn't expect that he would also give away blood just by opening his mouth.

He coughed a few times and then said, "Let's see who is stronger."

The two of them moved, just like the raging waves that were blocked by the continuous mountains hitting the mountain wall at the same time, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

Chop, hack, pick, and stab.

When the sword comes out, everything pales in comparison.

He danced like a crane, dragging his heavy body as if drowning. His moves were decisive and fierce, and the phantom of sword light weaved a cold silver net in the air.

The combination of hanging sword and stabbing sword is unpredictable.

The demon swept his sword across, and the opponent's figure swayed slightly, revealing a flaw. He seized the opportunity and stabbed out with the sword.

Pu Ran was breathing heavily, and he jumped up with difficulty. His toes lightly touched the black magic sword, and he flipped backwards and flashed behind the man.

The dull pain in his body allowed the demon to catch his breath for a moment, and then he had the strength to turn his hand around and stab backwards.

The girl behind him seemed to have expected this. Her cold white five fingers fiercely gripped his sword-holding wrist, and with her other hand, as fast as the wind, she thrust the Xuan-Yuan Sword heavily into his lower back.

"呲-"

The sound of metal breaking through flesh was particularly clear.

The demon opened his eyes wide in astonishment, then slowly lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the tip of the golden sword that pierced his lower abdomen from behind.