The Sword Dynasty - 484. Chapter 483

“You are hurt much more than me.”

A voice of indifference and strong confidence also sounded in this extremely sad cry.

It was difficult for Shen Xuan to believe that he could survive the killing just now.

But he is alive.

And he knew that the biggest reason why he was alive was not because of Zhan Maha, but because of the number of swords cut out by Ding Ning.

Although he is alive now, he feels that he has died many times since he entered the ancestral land.

Resurrection from the dead gave him unimaginable confidence.

Did not hesitate.

He shoots the sword.

The gray and bloody natal sword in his hand disappeared into the air at the moment it was cut out.

However, just at this moment, a layer of grayness appeared on the fragments of the Xuanyue Scimitar that had shattered into countless pieces.

It’s like gray moss growing on the damp tiles, but some red is growing on the gray moss, just like these gray moss growing red cores.

At this time, Shen Xuan was seriously injured, but because of his great confidence, the sword intent of this sword was actually his most perfect sword intent after becoming the owner of the Great Floating Prison.

The gray moss is full of endless dark taste, but it also contains a kind of unfettered joy.

These two completely different tastes rushed to Zhan Maha’s body at the moment when Zhan Maha’s natal creature was destroyed, before he completely disconnected from himself.

Zhan Maha pointed his right hand together, and amid his stern cry, a sharp knife intent flew upwards from his abdomen, and the thin heaven and earth vitality in his body’s orifice was squeezed out by him crazily.

Puff puff puff…

The fragments of the broken scimitar seemed to burn, emitting golden light, burning all the moss like gray moss.

However, at the same time, Zhan Maha screamed even more sternly.

His eyes were filled with dismay.

It was as if his pupils were covered by thick moss.

He is blind in both eyes.

In a space where this perception is not necessarily accurate, the blindness of both eyes again, for a practitioner, is to completely lose the judgment of the outside world, not to mention the true essence and heaven and earth vitality in Zhan Maha’s body have been squeezed to the limit. .

However, at this moment, Ding Ning, who was barely sitting up, also let out a sullen cry, stretched out his hand to bring up a faint sword intent, and said at the same time: “year-old eclipse!”

This is the strongest sword Shen Xuan has cultivated, and the use of it at this time will definitely affect his injuries and cause greater damage to his body.

However, sensing the whereabouts of Ding Ning’s faint sword intent, Shen Xuan did not hesitate. In a low, stern shout, his disappearing natal sword appeared in the air. Following Ding Ning’s sword intent, it was almost Flying straight into the sky.

On the red and gray sword intertwined, dense and uneven mottled marks appeared suddenly, as if the years had corroded the sword.

There was a soft bang.

A wave of air visible to the naked eye spread out above his sword, first a white wave of air, and then it turned into a golden halo.

Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing raised their heads with difficulty, and they were extremely shocked to see that above the golden aperture, there was still something falling in the air where there hadn’t been anything before.

That is a well edge.

It is the edge of the well under the giant tree that has disappeared.

At this time, golden light radiated from the edge of the well, just like the magical instrument used by the gods and Buddhas to crush the devil, full of a majestic and unmatchable aura.

There is no sound.

Shen Xuan’s natal sword passed through the center of this well, and the two seemed to have no touch at all.

However, where the point of the sword passed through the upper edge, the mottled marks on the sword body that had been eroded by years receded steadily, as if it had been washed with water. The entire sword was as clean as new, but it oscillated violently. I don’t know how many times it oscillated.

As the edge of the well fell, the golden light faded quickly, turning gray, like a gray moss.

Shen Xuan’s body slumped down, spouting a cloud of blood mist, unable to stand firm anymore, and fell to the ground.

Originally falling in the air seemed incredibly slow, but at this moment it crashed to the ground, falling where the active spring disappeared.

Amidst a dull loud noise, all the white fine sand at the bottom of the live spring, along with the fragments of the falling Xuanyue scimitar, splashed like waves and swept out like waves.

This wave kept surging several meters in front of them, before finally exhausting its strength, it scattered to the ground.

Shen Xuan also began to cough violently, and blood spewed out from between his lips and teeth uncontrollably every time he coughed, but he looked at Zhan Maha at the bottom of the Jin Pagoda and laughed.

Everyone can feel the meaning contained in Shen Xuan’s laughter.

It’s ridiculous, but it’s more fortunate.

In this space, apart from Shen Xuan’s laughter, there were no other sounds at first, and it suddenly became quiet.

Zhan Mohe did not look at Shen Xuan, leaning on the golden pagoda behind him, and unable to stand up at all. He just looked at Ding Ning like a real monster, and suddenly said, “Who are you?”

In the next moment, he suddenly laughed madly, and the laughter became louder and louder.

Ding Ning did not respond.

At this time, Zhan Maha was dead, and it was impossible to even make another sword, but he smelled a hint of danger in such laughter.

His brows frowned involuntarily, and thin white flowers flashed with difficulty on the last sword that had fallen weakly in front of him, trembling, and flew up like a dragonfly in a strong wind. The same, flew towards Zhan Maha.

No matter what the meaning of Zhan Maha’s laughter was at this time, he wanted to kill Zhan Maha as soon as possible.

“Break the Wushuang Wind and Rain Sword… separate Zheng Xiu’s vitality from Jianshan Sword, and use the prohibition here to seal the mountain… kill Gu Huai, and then break the back road left by Wu Clan… and display Wang Jingmeng’s sword. Meaning…Wang Jingmeng’s descendant is really so strong, is he really stronger than the entire cold?”

Looking at the remnant sword flying towards him, the crazy look in Zhan Mohe’s eyes did not change. He laughed wildly and looked at Ding Ning, “But you think that you can really break this completely. The game… Since I have exhausted my calculations, I can’t get the elixir of life, so let’s die together!”

In such a sound, when the Mohua Remnant Sword floated one foot in front of him, the sea of Qi in his body made a crackling sound.

The last destructive force belonging to him rushed out from behind him, broke his spine, and rushed to the golden pagoda behind him with flesh and blood and broken bones.

There was a bang.

A hole appeared in the golden pagoda on which he was leaning.