091, the perfect Xia Lan

"I'm sorry, Kena... Dad can't save you... You are... too dirty. It's so dirty that it can't be cured..."

Ke Na coughed blood and turned around, tears in her eyes were already helplessly flowing down.

Finally, the last moment came. Zat slowly raised the long sword in his hand, aiming directly at the heart on Kena's back.

"I'm sorry, daughter. If there is a next life, Dad hopes... to be your father again..."

Tears piled up from the corners of Zart's eyes and shed.

But at the moment when tears flowed, an excited smile flashed from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head with the falling tears and sword.

Everything is irreversible.

The idiot is "dead". Even if he doesn't die, he is powerless to turn things around now.

Xiao Bao was crying, while Hu Tao was stunned because of the idiot's death. But even if they were calm enough, they would definitely not be able to defeat Zart.

Here, no one can resist the occurrence of death.

The sword blade of the god of death has fallen without hesitation.

In the hourglass...

Golden sand...

countercurrent.

Suddenly! The moment Zater's sword was about to reach his heart, the hourglass on Kna's neck actually emitted a golden light!

This dazzling golden color instantly dispelled the haze in the room, and a golden translucent sword blade swept out at the last moment, directly blocking the sword that pierced Kena's heart!

The sword was too fast, too strong, and too strong. Even as strong as Zart, he was forced to retreat several steps by this sword! He leaned against the wall and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and his mouth was involuntarily opened.

"You...you are...!!!"

In the golden light, a man holding an ancient golden sword stood out of nowhere. His whole body emitted the same light as the sword blade, and the eyes of Zart showed a firm and vigilant luster.

"Is it...you..."

The weak Kena turned around, and when she saw the golden man, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Look... this is our child... I've given birth to her... I've given birth to her..."

The little girl in her arms looked at the golden figure with a little confusion, but the golden figure lowered her head and gently stroked her hair.

At this moment, the little girl smiled.

The golden figure responded gently... The next moment, he slowly turned around, his originally gentle eyes turned into solemnity again, facing Zart leaning against the wall, pointed the golden sword in his hand forward, and putting a posture that everyone here was extremely familiar with.

"Haha...hehe..."

The strong are laughing...

He stood up again, held the sword and walked forward.

Facing this golden figure, the swordsman was not afraid at all.

Or rather, he has been looking forward to this moment!

He is the true successor of the Six Swords.

No matter what the reason for this person is, he still stands here after he has died, but it is undeniable that he... has always taught him himself!

Want a fight?

Want to fight...

Since that's the case, don't hesitate anymore.

Let's fight...

Even if you die, I will kill you again!

I want you to know that no matter whether you are alive or dead, you will always be able to be used by me!

Now... with what you protect, let's enter the sleep of death together!!!

Zater rushed up.

He held the sword under his armpit, with the strongest ferocity and murderousness on his face.

This feeling of madness and hope killing is something that the person who has been lying in a pool of blood has not yet felt.

This "corpse" is watching...

Even though he was "dead", he was still watching.

He wanted to experience Zart's current murderous intent from the depths of his heart and experience his current power!

Because only by learning faster and raising his murderous intent to a higher level than him can he "live" again!

Zart rushed up...

The third sword, Xia Zhilan, was already blew violently in this narrow room.

Kena hugged her daughter. However, there was no fear on her face.

She looked at the back in front of her... but her face was filled with smiles.

And the golden figure seemed to realize the concern of his wife behind him, closed her eyes and showed a happy smile...

"Die! Just use the third sword that you will never learn, and even kill your soul!!!"

The storm suddenly broke out! The golden figure's eyes also opened at this moment! He quickly clamped the sword he pointed at the ground under his armpit, the next moment!

Bloody eyes, wide open.

It sneered—

"Silly human."

At this moment, the dead "corpse" temporarily revived.

In his originally empty eyes, a scene that made him incredible...

"Gu...ga..."

Zat, covering his chest, retreated.

In his chest was a golden sword.

There was no solemnity or vengeance on the face of the golden figure. He just slowly pulled out the blade, turned around, and hugged his wife...

The dark pupils dilate.

What's going on...?

Why... without the slightest sense of violence, he was able to defeat Zart with only 17 changes in the third sword?

It is because he is dead... so there is no entity, so it doesn't matter how many swords he gets?

No... I could see the black pupils clearly just now. Zart's sword touched the Golden Man Shadow's body without a single blow. After using up his 665 moves, the Golden Man Shadow's sword seemed to be rightfully taken and pierced into his heart!

Why...why could he defeat Zate's Xia Lan?

Why is this...

Close your eyes, accompanied by darkness, the more than 600 pictures were suspended in the darkness again. At the same time, the sword intent that he had seen millions of times also appeared at the same time.

The third sword - Xia Lan.

Among the six swords, the first move is really the sword technique that uses fewer to fight more.

Once this sword is released, there is no allowance to leave any living mouths around you. Be sure to kill them all and kill them!

This...is the sword intent...???

No... Think calmly, and combined with the sword he showed in front of him just now, the real driving force of this sword technique... is it...?

Not violent...

It's not murderous intent...

The real reason for killing all the threats around you may be

—The sword in your hand is too fierce. So, I will teach you this sword technique. I hope that you can restrain the temptation of this sword in the future and protect what you should protect—

Protect…things you should protect…things…

The darkness disappeared, and the dead body continued to maintain "death" in silence...

On the other side, Zart covered his heart and stepped back.

He was sweating profusely and his face was full of horror. His left hand, which covered his heart, slowly moved away, trying to take a look at his injuries...

"Um?!"

But what surprised Zat was that there was no wound on his chest?

There was no sword injury, no bleeding, and even his clothes were not damaged. After checking three times repeatedly and confirming that he was really not injured, Zart smiled again.

"How can the soul kill a living person?"
To be continued...