Xianhong Road

Chapter 350 The Death of Wushuang
Clang——

A stunning sword with a perfect arc was born sonorously from Wushuang's back, that silver light shining half of the sky, condensing the supreme sword intent and the momentum of breaking the boat.

At this moment, the eyes of his opponent Sanyou Old Devil couldn't bear a flash of horror.

Wushuang's unsurpassed kendo artistic conception and physical coordination have reached a state of natural perfection and the unity of human and sword.

Such a sword completely squandered Wushuang's arrogance and incomparable confidence.

Sensing Wushuang's sword intent and state of mind, Old Demon Sanyou was moved for the first time. He still carried his left hand behind his back, raised his injured right hand just now, wrapped it in a layer of deep black magic light, and patted it in front of him lightly.

puff!

Wushuang's sword containing fierce sword energy was easily blocked by the arm of Sanyou Old Demon, and he made a "canopy" sound like defeating leather.

Immediately with a bang, Wushuang was sent flying by a domineering demonic energy that shook the ancient and modern, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

As for Sanyou old devil, his body also swayed in place.

He frowned and was moved again. He still underestimated Wushuang's strength.

The sword just now is not only powerful in physical attack, but also contains a "sword attack" that goes straight to the soul level, which is far more profound than conventional spiritual attacks.

At that moment, Old Demon Sanyou was almost injured because he underestimated the enemy.

Fortunately, his magic power is profound, and his soul that has reached the Nascent Soul stage is extremely consolidated, so he can avoid being injured at the level of artistic conception.

"You are a good opponent." Sanyou old devil showed approval, "In time, you will definitely become a strong man comparable to this old man. It's a pity that you are stubborn and extremely stubborn. Today you will die in the end. in my hand."

"Death?" Wushuang was stunned suddenly, with a trace of confusion on his face: "Deep in my heart, I am not afraid of death at all, and I really want to know what is going on with death?"

This is a madman?
A strange color flashed in Sanyou old devil's eyes, but he suddenly remembered a person and asked, "What's your relationship with Wu Sheng?"

Wu Shuang flew in front of Sanyou Old Demon with great difficulty, his body was greatly injured, it can be said that it was full of scars.

The white clothes, which had never been spotless, were also stained with dirt.

However, Wushuang didn't care about anything at the moment, he raised his sword very gently, an inexplicable look flickered in his eyes, and he exuded an aura of chasing death.

"Dead?" Old Demon Sanyou pondered, suddenly becoming interested.

With his height, it is not difficult to see that Wushuang's next strike is to live for death.

In other words, he didn't intend to let himself live at all!

The state of breaking the boat and sinking the boat is just to put it to death and survive.

But the sword that Wushuang raised gently has truly surpassed life and death. It is not a fight for life, but a sword of seeking death!

Extreme, this is an extreme sword.

Sanyou old devil was also enveloped by the powerful artistic conception and momentum of this sword to death, and even suppressed it.

Because he couldn't completely abandon life and death in his heart, in terms of artistic conception and momentum, he was short.

Puff~~chi~~~
Wu Shuang's sword seemed to be so slow, but it had already slanted towards Sanyou Old Demon in an instant.

On the calm face of Sanyou Old Demon, a flash of horror suddenly flashed, and a breath of death came oppressively.

In Wushuang's dark eyes, only a "sword" remained, which merged with the sword in his hand.

All the energy and spirit of his body were poured into the sword, and his body had no vitality at all.

Such an artistic conception of the way of swordsmanship transcends the ages and is unheard of. Even Sanyou, a master of the Dao of Demons, felt the indescribable crisis.

At this juncture, he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, and a jet-black dagger appeared in his hand. The demonic light on his body surface was radiant, and a demonic flame that shocked his heart and soul poured into the dagger.

Ding!
Sanyou Old Demon's black dagger collided with Wushuang's sword.

Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng ~ ~ ~
He was forced back three steps in a row, which is simply unbelievable.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising that Wushuang's sword was filled with energy and spirit, and even abandoned the flesh and skin to achieve a sword of death that surpasses the past, the present, and the ages.

Because no matter what the result is, Wushuang is doomed to die!
ding~~
Where the two swords collided, dazzling sparks were produced, the sword energy soared to the sky, and the situation was turbulent.

buzz~
Within a thousand li radius, the mournful sound of countless swords could be heard.

Whether it is a worldly sword or a sword-shaped spiritual weapon in the world of cultivating immortals, they are all trembling and screaming, beyond the control of their masters.

The moment he swung the sword to death, Wushuang's body fell from the sky.

The body is dead!

However, with his sword and his unrelenting aura, Sanyou Old Demon, the master of Nascent Soul stage, was forced to take three steps back!

With just one point, he is enough to be proud of Yuyang, unmatched by anyone else.

Ding - click!
Suddenly, one third of the front end of Wushuang's sword broke open, piercing Sanyou Old Demon like lightning.

puff!
Old Demon Sanyou didn't have time to defend, he was stabbed by the sword point full of death sword energy, his body swayed in the void.

At this moment, his complexion turned pale slightly, the demon energy in his body was turbulent, and the suppressed "Qifang Vientiane Poison" suddenly rebounded.

He has been injured, serious internal and external injuries, and the impact of sword intent on the soul level.

puff!

Sanyou old devil reached out his hand to pull out the sword point, but he encountered great resistance.

Even though Wushuang's body is dead, his spirit is still persistent.

"Hmph." Old Demon Sanyou snorted, and with great strength, he pulled out the half of the sword and threw it to the ground.

"I never thought that there would be such a persistent and crazy person in this world..."

Old Demon Sanyou looked at Wushuang's body and the broken sword on the ground.

"The sword is broken, the soul is destroyed."

Sanyou old devil whispered two words, and then flew towards Yuyang country.

However, his flying speed is not as fast as before.

Come to think of it, after three heavy injuries and the sacrifice of the two strong men, even Sanyou Old Demon has paid a certain price.

For some reason, Yang Fan, who had already escaped hundreds of miles away, suddenly stopped when Wu Shuang used the sword to death.

"What happened, it seems to be Wushuang's breath..."

He faintly felt the sword energy coming from afar.

However, Yang Fan did not hesitate, and fled resolutely.

He cannot let the sacrifices and efforts of many people be in vain.

……

Where Wushuang died, there was a treasured sword that was broken in two, and the tip of the front third was soaked in blood.

His physical body has died.

A moment later, Hu Fei shot from a distance.

"Wu Shuang... Wu Shuang..."

Hu Fei exclaimed, his eyes were moist, and he pushed Wushuang hard with his hands.

However, Wushuang remained motionless, and the residual heat in her body gradually dissipated.

"Wushuang, you can't die!" Hu Fei roared, "The battle between you and me is not over yet."

At a certain moment, he suddenly heard a "buzz", and the sword that broke into two pieces emitted a strange "sword cry".

"Wu Shuang, are you Wu Shuang?"

Hu Fei quickly picked up the two broken swords and pieced them together.

Perhaps even the Sanyou old devil never expected that Wushuang is an outlier beyond common sense, pouring all the energy and spirit into the sword, it stands to reason that the sword should be broken and the soul should be destroyed.

However, Wushuang's soul did not dissipate immediately.

Hu Fei put the broken swords together with his intuition, and put them in Wushuang's hands.

Suddenly, Wushuang's hand trembled.

"Aren't you dead!" Hu Fei was extremely surprised.

A rosy glow suddenly appeared on Wushuang's face. He opened his eyes and saw Hu Fei, and immediately smiled, as if he was very happy.

"No, I will die soon." Wushuang's tone was very calm: "The reason why I still use the dead body to resurrect my soul is because of a persistent will in my heart. Now, I have something for you to convey to him."

"You said."

Hu Fei took a deep breath and wiped away the sparkle from the corners of his eyes.

"Tell him, whoever killed me, he will definitely avenge me... Also, tell him, Wushuang has already repaid the favor owed to him."

Wushuang smiled happily, as if she had absolute confidence that Yang Fan would definitely avenge herself.

"Okay, I will definitely tell him, but don't die, don't die!"

Hu Fei shouted hard.

At the same time, he was also extremely shocked, what is the unknown secret between Wushuang and Yang Fan.

Suddenly, he thought of the first decisive battle between Yang Fan and Wu Shuang.

Although Yang Fan told about that battle, there are still many mysteries.

"After the decisive battle, you should have many chances to kill Wushuang..." Lingfeng once asked that day.

Yang Fan said coldly, "He also had many chances to kill me."

"If any of Wushuang and I have the slightest disagreement, then the two of us will never be able to survive."

Yang Fan slowly raised his head, looking in a distant direction.

……

In Wushuang's eyes, a trace of memory suddenly wiped away.

On the desert oasis.

After a life-and-death battle, Wushuang and Yang Fan went through difficulties together and wiped out the "Cold Moon Gate", and they survived.

"Friend, I'm leaving..." Wu Shuang said, his figure was a little lonely.

"Friend?" Yang Fan was taken aback.

Wushuang didn't look back, and said slowly: "In this world, the only person who can let me trust my back to him..."

Hu Fei didn't hear any sound, but through Wu Shuang's eyes, he felt everything.

Finally, he understood that Wu Shuang and Yang Fan were not only friends and rivals, but also "comrades in arms" who had survived life and death.

No wonder Wushuang, who was extremely lonely, had a completely different attitude towards Yang Fan after that decisive battle.

"Tell him...you must tell him..."

Wushuang's vitality suddenly disappeared.

The sword breaks, the soul dies, and the body dies.

Perhaps, Wushuang will no longer exist.

However, his will is immortal!

"what!"

Hu Fei hugged Wushuang's body and cried loudly.

He is a careless person, but at this moment he is crying with great grief, and he also feels baffled.

However, before dying, Wushuang still showed a happy smile on his face.

He held the half of the sword tightly in his hand, and when Hu Fei was sorting out Wushuang's body, he couldn't pull out the broken sword no matter what.

Suddenly, Hu Fei understood: live by the sword, die by the sword.

When the sword breaks, the soul dies.

Old Demon Sanyou is worthy of being a master of demonic ways, he realized the mystery in just one fight.

On the other side, Yang Fan was still being hunted down by Sanyou Old Demon.

With the sacrifices and efforts of so many people, can he escape from birth and return to Yuyang one day to avenge his past with blood?
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