After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

Chapter 142 Tianjiao Falls Asura

The young man raised his eyes, slightly lifted the sword in his right hand, held it in front of him, and held it with his left hand, swore blood, his eyes were full of coldness,
"Can you, just try it!"

With that said, he made a direct move.

The two elders of Kunwu Sword Sect narrowed their eyes slightly at this sword force. This child has not yet grown up, and if he grows up in the future, he may not be under Daoist Yuheng.

No wonder, someone made such a condition, asking them to make a move.

When Sang Luo and Lu Changsheng arrived, outside the Six Paths Mountain, in the snow, the young man was already bloodied and fell into the Asura Way.

As soon as Lu Changsheng landed, he felt a trance.

He clasped Sang Luo's hand, looked into her eyes, and said seriously,

"My life is in your hands."

Sang Luo looked at him, patted his shoulder, and said with the same serious face,

"Don't worry."

Lu Changsheng raised his sword and flew into the battlefield with a sad face. There was a sense of wind and cold, and the tragic feeling of a strong man never returning.
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The blood-colored sunset sprinkled over the snow-capped mountains, and in front of Qi Zelin, the young man held a sword and had already entered Shura.

And Lu Changsheng also seemed to have lost his memory, and turned into Yuze from thousands of years ago, standing in front of the boy and the elder of Kunwuzong.

Outside the battlefield, the girl in purple stood in the snow, looking indifferently at the battlefield ahead.

In the room, the young man was staring at the illusion ball, and clasped the nanmu table under him tightly with his five fingers. Why is she still not moving!
Sang Luo, I don't believe you are indifferent to the lives of these two people!

Suddenly, Sang Luo moved.

Concentrating spiritual energy in the girl's hands, she flew forward and slammed straight towards Feng Lijian.

But at the moment when Feng Lijian was about to pass through her body, the young man's sword tipped slightly.

Sang Luo held Fengli Sword God with his hand, the blade cut through the flesh, and blood flowed down the blade and soaked into it.

The Phoenix Hunting fire was burning all over the girl, and the bottom of her eyes were also burning hot. The corners of her purple skirt fluttered with the wind. She closed her eyes and spoke softly,
"Fengli, wake up!."

The Fengli sword let out a mournful hum, and in an instant, a memory appeared in Sang Luo's mind——

It was Liudao Mountain thousands of years ago, with heavy snow falling, Su Changli's body was covered in blood and scars in his youth.

After receiving dozens of moves from the two elders of Kunwu Sword Sect, he has actually reached his limit.

But at this moment, Yuze joined the battlefield, stood in front of him and blocked the fatal sword for him, and died in front of him.

The boy in the hookah blue disciple uniform knelt down in front of Su Changli, his mouth was full of blood.

He looked at him, and before he could even say a word, he was completely out of breath.

"what--"

Su Changli in his youth let out a long howl of pain, and his eyes were stained with scarlet.

Since then, he has fallen into the path of Shura.

Clouds of calamity accumulated in the sky, and the genius of swordsmanship with great luck fell into the way of demons, and the way of heaven was furious.

The body of Fengli sword also let out a mournful hum, it is the most yang and pure sword, it cannot tolerate the existence of evil spirits, but its master has fallen into the evil way.

It is connected with the master's mind, and naturally knows the master's misery, and is willing to defy the way of heaven and fight side by side with the master.

In front of the Six Paths Mountain, a fire phoenix shot straight into the sky, and Su Changli, who was in his youth, forcibly broke through to the realm of transforming gods.

Several Huashen elders were shocked, but before they could react, the young man was red-eyed.

The elders of Tianjuan Pavilion fell into a pool of blood first, and died.

Immediately after that was the Great Elder of Kunwu Sword Sect.

Such a murder, the sky thunders nine angers.

One after another thunder fell, and the young man shuttled through the sea of ​​thunder, like a Shura descending into the world.

In the last three swords, the foundations of the two elders of the Kunwu Sword Sect were completely destroyed, and their Taoism collapsed.

　Fourth more~

　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)