"Stop!!!" A snow-white dragon and crane flew in the distance. While flying, it made a sound urgently.

Song Zihan, whose head was cut off, was not dead yet. When he saw the dragon and crane flying over, he immediately seemed to have seen a savior, and his soul left his body and flew out.

There is only an endless starry sky in space, with weak gravity. Song Zihan's soul that leaves his body flew extremely fast, and flew several thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

Xia Wushuang immediately frowned, and he squeezed the colorful magic seal with one hand, holding the vast momentum that only existed at the peak of the Holy Realm, bravely penetrated the mountains and rivers, stretched out his hand to twitch forward. With a "bang", Song Zihan's soul was slapped back in an instant under a black magic master.

"I'll let you go?!" His expression did not change. With a faint sound, the black long sword suddenly pierced forward, and immediately thorned Song Zihan's soul sea into a paste, and his realm fell sharply, and he fell directly from the Saint Realm to the Saint Level Realm.

"You!" Song Zihan, who was in the soul state, suddenly screamed. His face was extremely ferocious, his entire soul body was chaotic and distorted, almost collapsed, as if he was in extreme pain.

"What are you doing? Why are you so cruel to destroy other people's foundations directly?!" The dragon and crane flew from afar, all white, and their bodies were covered with white flames. They were very annoyed by Xia Wushuang's ruthless attacks.

In space, the sunset has gradually come to an end. After the red fireball slowly circles to the earth, only a little light appeared from the edge.

Standing on the bronze warship and looking into the distance, I found that the whole world is composed of spherical planets with starry lights. There are so many stars that cannot be measured, giving people a sense of boundless and infinite depth. It seems that all the lives in the world cannot measure the boundaries of the entire universe during their lifetime.

Xia Wushuang held the sword in one hand, shook it casually, and shook off the soul substance contaminated by the black sword. Her other hand held Song Zihan's constantly twisted soul tightly and sneered: "Good evening, senior. However, you seem to be late. My life-and-death duel with Brother Song has ended. Since he has been defeated, he naturally needs to leave his life. This is the same principle as if I am defeated, I will definitely not survive."

He is neither humble nor arrogant. Although strongness may not be effective when dealing with these half-old guys, as long as he stands on the side of a well-founded situation, these old guys will never use their power to suppress others.

After all, no matter when it is a shame to blame the big one for bullying the small one.

The white dragon crane was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the soul that was being held in Xia Wushuang's hands, then looked at Xia Wushuang himself, and was silent for a long time. Then he frowned and said, "Since you have destroyed his foundation, let's forget about this matter. Forgive others, please forgive me. Maybe you will fight side by side in the future."

Upon hearing this, Xia Wushuang waved his hand and smiled, "Forget it. Fight side by side with him, I have to worry about someone stabbing the black knife in the back. It would be better to fight alone. Moreover, you can see that although I have knocked down his realm, my foundation has not been completely destroyed. If I let him go, what should he do if he causes trouble for my family in the future?"

"I can respond to him. This is the end of this matter. If he takes action against your family in the future, you don't have to do anything. I will kill him with my own hands!" The white dragon crane wanted to save Song Zihan and made such a promise for him.

Xia Wushuang smiled but said nothing, just shook her head.

There was silence in the space, and only the awakened ones on the bronze warship were whispering. They didn't understand what this young strong man, who was called the "King of Jinling, the leader of the Demon Sect and the Chicken Slaughtering Mad Demon" was thinking.

Killing or not killing is only a matter of one thought. He is obviously too entangled.

"Sister, do you have any other ideas?" The white dragon and crane's slender bird feet stepped on the void and suddenly narrowed their eyes.

Xia Wushuang smiled brilliantly and said respectfully to the white dragon crane: "Senior, please tell me. Do you think I have gained something after fighting this battle?"

He reached out and took back the purple round porcelain that was spinning and staying in the void. The sky suddenly turned blue and clear, with purple stars and purple air, morning bells and evening drums, nothing existed.

"Do you want his three magic swords?" The white dragon crane narrowed his eyes slightly, with a fierce light in his eyes. He is not a fool, and his interests are ahead, and anyone can easily calculate Xia Wushuang's intentions.

Xia Wushuang was afraid, smiled as if she were still, and said with a smile: "I have always believed that those who hold heavy weapons must first have an invincible kindness. People who are as irritable as Brother Song who always uses magical weapons to destroy the state of their friendships are really unworthy!"

He said this with confidence and stood at the highest point of morality, which immediately resonated with the holy-level strong men on the bronze warship. These holy-level strong men did not care about you, and they all turned dirty and directly greeted Song Zihan's eighteen generation ancestors, and cursed the white dragon and crane a little green.

"These three ancient swords are ancient kingly swords. They must be equipped with the Qin sword technique that once dominated the world. If you don't have the corresponding secret technique, what's the use of holding it?" The white dragon and crane pondered for a long time, and finally pondered three words - "I don't want to give it to you."

Xia Wushuang was confident and suddenly opened a terrifying magic sword formation towards the white dragon and crane.

Instantly, sword lights fell down in space, like thousands of swords returning to the sect, dazzling and dazzling. The magic array had not yet been activated, and a feast of killing was formed in nothingness, emitting a terrifying aura in a specific space and a specific range.

"This is... Going to heaven and earth, the universe is the strongest, suppressing the entire map, splitting the sky and splitting the earth, invincible in the world, slaughtering gods is like slaughtering chickens, the ultimate weapon of the human race, the ashes messenger, the lawless ultimate devil formation - the endless sword system?!" Under the aura of the magic array, the white dragon and crane's face turned pale in an instant, and he said a long sensational 'title' in succession, and then suddenly changed his expression: "Whose baby are you?"

"I have many mentors, and I can't say who belongs to it. However, Rodrisau is my great teacher." Xia Wushuang took back the magic sword formation with a tragic breath and did not activate it.

Although this magic array is powerful, its loss is quite large. Last time, in order to kill a middle-seater angel, he directly broke more than thirty legendary spirit swords. It is a magic array that can describe its ability as "both losing both sides". It is not a peerless tyrant, and it cannot be used at all.

"Ha. Rodrisau? He is also from the Chaos Temple." The white dragon and crane were very resentful. He spread a pair of white feathers and turned around and flew away: "You and the Emperor of Darkness are bright and dark, white and black, occupying all the peerless magnificence in the world. If one day they face each other and both die, it would be really a big deal."

Longhe didn't want to say much. Xia Wushuang stood in an absolutely favorable position and showed his urgent need for three divine swords. As the loser in the battle between life and death, Song Zihan could not save the three divine swords in a sense or reason.

This is not a transaction, nor a coercion, but an irresistible trend. In this universe that is on the verge of the end of the world, it has become a fixed pattern for the power to rise. The Emperor, who has fought with the ancient gods for many years in the battlefield outside the domain, has swept through many peers. There are no less than three super gods who have taken over the life and death weapon from life and death in his hands.

The young human race in front of him will undoubtedly be the second mystery. Song Zihan, the seed of the Sword Emperor whom he carefully cultivated, has become a stepping stone on his path to the Divine Emperor. No matter how much he says it is useless, it is better to let go and find other new seeds. His master was once so powerful, almost invincible in the world, and his mantle must be inherited by a person who will never defeat him.

Watching the white dragon and crane go away, the smile on Xia Wushuang's face gradually fades away, and she looks a little unwilling.

The white dragon and crane turned around and flew away, which does not mean that he already had the right to kill Song Zihan. The old senior who had lived for countless years sold him a gift. If he did not give him face in the opposite direction, it would be completely shameless.

"Brother Song, have you figured it out? Should you hand over three divine swords yourself, or would you let me kill you and take it with you?" Xia Wushuang calmed down.

The realm fell, the three divine swords were lost, and the state of mind was completely penetrated. These three huge blows were enough to leave an indelible huge shadow in Song Zihan's soul. It would be very difficult to return to the holy realm in the future, and it would be almost no fear.

"King Jinling, you have such a cruel heart. You want my life!" Song Zihan's soul was hideous and twisted. He could not accept the reality, like a wounded beast, roaring heart-wrenchingly.

The strong men on the bronze warship were all terrified when they saw this. The King of Jinling, Xia Wushuang, who has the dual titles of "Chicken Slayer Mad Demon" and "Demon Master", is now cruelly killing all the people, leaving no room for possible counterattack for the enemy.

However, no one sympathized with Song Zihan. This was a life-and-death battle. On the other hand, if Xia Wushuang was defeated, the outcome might not be much better than Song Zihan.
Chapter completed!