Thirteen fell hard on his favorite golden ocean, throwing up a piece of jewelry, and hit a stone pillar hard before stopping. It felt like he had just been hit by a high-speed train traveling at a speed of 350 kilometers per hour.

Normally. Thirteen's forehead was lowered, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he had countless broken ribs on his back and chest. If it hadn't been for the two-level inverse muscle technique to strengthen his physique, Thirteen would have probably died before landing.

His body has decomposed into a pile of minced meat.

But a complete body does not mean it is intact. Thirteen's internal organs even showed symptoms of internal bleeding. If he was not rescued in time, his parents would have to hold another funeral.

His mind began to become trance-like, even his eyes were filled with blood, and the images he saw were blurry, as if he were on the streets of PM2.5 in the imperial capital, with double images. Thirteen's eardrums were filled with

There is a buzzing sound. I guess my eardrum is also broken, right?

In the distance, Yan Shen and Tong were still playing the game of ice and fire with the demon dragon, but they didn't see any advantage at all. No matter what kind of damage the damn Emperor Qin Demon Jiao suffered, one mouthful of gold would instantly kill him.

Resurrected in situ, full of blood and full of demons, he is a member of the Dachunge Divine Cult.

Thirteen raised his arm and groped for his lost sword hilt, but all he caught was bloody gold. Even the sword niche ghost behind him fell down a few meters away in front of him, staring in horror.

His big eyes stared at his master.

"Hey, come to my arms." Thirteen looked a little dazed and waved to the heaven-level weapons he had raised.

"You just came into my arms." The rich old Chen's voice of the sword niche ghost echoed in Shi San's ears, which woke him up immediately. You must know that Shi San and this sword niche ghost have been getting along day and night for more than 7 years.

, it has been coming and going in the wind and rain, providing good food and drink, and providing spiritual power 24 hours a day, but I have never heard it say a word.

"Hey, I'm almost dead and you're still being naughty with me. Believe it or not, I'm going to drag you to the funeral?" Thirteen supported the stone pillar behind him and stood up again tremblingly.

"Boy, do you want to get my power?" the sword niche ghost asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to, because your next sentence is about exchanging souls and lives. Do you think I'm selling my ass? Can even a god sell it?" Thirteen walked towards the sword niche ghost with blood stains step by step.

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"In addition to av movies, the only things left in your soul are humans and beasts. What's the use of my coming? As a heaven-level demon-hunting weapon, they all have their soul roots. Ordinary recognition of the master can make me

When it becomes a sharp weapon, only by consecrating it can we exert our true power." Sword niche ghost originally did not want to be such a teacher. He thought that the Thirteenth Society would seriously collect some information about the heaven-level demon hunting weapons, but this guy

Baidu's websites are all porn sites, and I would rather masturbate when I have time than really understand my own weapons.

The sword niche ghost also has a stubborn temper. If you don't offend me, I will offend you? As a result, for so many years, you take care of feeding and I take care of food, and we don't owe each other. Thirteen is really funny, and he is actually a treasure of the first level.

When moving the arsenal, I only know how to insert and pull out, insert and pull out, and never develop the second posture. Even the sword niche ghosts will be bored and there is no pleasure at all.

To this day, the sword niche ghost really can't bear to see Thirteen being eaten alive by a monster. That's so stupid.

"Boy, do you want to get my power?" Sword niche ghost asked again, "I will give you the ability to kill demons, but after the consecration, our souls will be bound to each other for eternity. No matter how many lives you reincarnate, we will never leave.

Become soul mates for life.”

"Sounds more terrifying than being a wife..." Thirteen smiled and picked up the sword niche ghost and hung it horizontally behind his back.

"Do you agree? Lend me my power?" Jian Ni Gui made the final selection before the consecration.

"How hurtful is it to talk about whether to borrow or not borrow after we are so familiar? Isn't what's yours mine, and what's mine is mine? If you want to consecrate it, hurry up, as long as the consecration process doesn't require me to stab you with my little xx

Just a mouth full of fangs will do." Thirteen said firmly, "Let's get started, let me learn the postures from you."

"Hold it." When the sword niche ghost said this, Shisan still didn't understand why he had to hold it back. But a moment later, a few white fangs suddenly popped out from the back of the sword niche ghost close to his waist, and he bit into it in one go.

The skin and flesh were torn open and blood flowed out from the two ribs of Shisan. The so-called consecration of Qingqing is not for you to insert it, but for it to ejaculate! With so many teeth, isn't this an intrusion?!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Cao Cao!" Thirteen is not a person who is afraid of pain. Injury is a common thing, but the bite positions of this weird sword niche ghost are all on Thirteen's eight extraordinary meridians, and the pain is extremely painful.

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Not a drop of Shisan's blood leaked out. It was as if it was connected to the sword niche ghost behind his waist. The meridians and blood vessels were directly juxtaposed into the sword niche ghost's internal veins through these teeth. The sword niche ghost at this moment was very important to Shi San.

It is said to be a giant tumor. You can feel the subtlest blood circulation in it, and you can also feel the unprecedented use of it.

"So you can still play like this..." Thirteen smiled ferociously when he was about to faint from the pain.

"Tong, Yanshen, bring that guy here." Shisan's voice in the earphones surprised them. They thought that Shisan, who had been crippled, could fight again, which was naturally the best news.

Yanshen and Tongbian had an extraordinary tacit understanding. Yanshen flew in the sky, and Tong skated on the ground, crossing each other and drawing the huge demonic dragon to rush in the direction of Thirteen.

Looking at the huge dragon body swooping down from the hill not far away, everything around it was destroyed by it.

Thirteen, however, inhaled and concentrated, held up two fingers of his right hand as a sword, pointed his finger in the air to his side, and shouted in a low voice, "Come out!"

In an instant, the fang mouth on one side of the sword niche ghost opened, white deer, sword slave, zhanma, tai'a, fish intestines... all kinds of sword blades that have been put into the belly of the sword niche ghost for so many years.

They all flew out, and an overwhelming number of sword blades of all kinds moved with the wind, swimming like a vast school of fish on a great voyage. There were hundreds of sword blades dancing in the wind.

What is that? Neither Yanshen nor Tong have seen this kind of posture before. Not to mention them, no one in the audience in front of the TV can name this move.

Controlling swords with Qi is also recorded in some top martial arts books. There are some extremely powerful investigators who can do such a thing, but... the art of controlling swords is difficult to learn and easy to misfire. It is difficult to master without decades of cultivation.

What an achievement, and it was Yu Yiyi. How could it be compared with Thirteen's imagination at this moment. These swords did not seem to be controlled by Thirteen, but had their own consciousness and flew freely, moving in groups, like living creatures.

"Let go of that wretched dragon and let me do it." Thirteen said softly through the earphones.

"My dear friend, can you be alone?" Tong asked worriedly.

"Taste his spiritual breath. The smell on his body is similar to this dragon. It's the smell of demons..." The Flame God flew past Thirteen with great energy and did not forget to look back. He had already

He was completely connected to the sword niche ghost behind him. Originally, Nijinjue was a move that cut off all the spiritual energy and poured all the spiritual power into the heart. However, at this moment, the demonic smell in his body was too strong, and some of it still leaked out.

come out.

This is obviously not the smell of Thirteen, but the smell of the sword niche ghost. Presumably it is also refined from the things left by the devil in the world. No matter who it belongs to, it is definitely more advanced than that demon dragon.

"My benefactor, please accept the goods!" The white-haired dragon roared past Shisan, and the huge demonic dragon opened its mouth and hit him head-on, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

Thirteen remained motionless, neither dodging nor dodging, nor moving away. The corners of his mouth slightly twitched and he spat out four big words, "The ultimate sword is invincible."

At the critical moment, all the swords flying in the air flew in front of Thirteen, and used their sword blades to form a giant sword shield with the blade pointed directly at the center, blocking the locomotive-like demonic dragon.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" The demonic dragon roared and clawed frantically, tearing the gold jewelry on the ground into pieces and pushing forward, but it could not break through the large shield composed of hundreds of sword blades.

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"Only by communicating with you can we know why the Supreme Sword is invincible." Thirteen sighed with relief and walked away. With a wave of his sword finger, the giant sword and shield immediately dispersed, and the attacking demon dragon could not recover its strength and was in a panic.

One end of it broke a pillar not far away, causing countless rubble to bury it.

With a loud bang, the extremely angry demon dragon disintegrated from the rubble, and all the black scales on its body stood up again, "I'm going to kill you!"

It was another attack that was predicted in advance. This bad dragon was destined to never change this bad habit until death. Countless black scales shot out like exploding shrapnel.

Thirteen put his hands behind his back, just keeping his sword pointed, and countless sharp swords fell from the sky, nailing all the scales that might hurt him to the ground.

The demon dragon was stunned, and so were friends all over the world! Is he still a human being? At this moment, he is like Li Xiaoyao’s soul possessing him!

How can this be fun? The demonic dragon lowered his head and swallowed a large amount of gold in one gulp. While chewing, he shouted, "However, your defense is invincible, but I am also indestructible. With countless gold bases, it doesn't matter even if the battle lasts for three years and five years.

Even if I consume you, I will consume you until your soul is gone!"

"Follow me?" Thirteen waved his little hand contemptuously, and the huge horse-killing sword flew from a distance, carrying Lin Xi on it. The big knife and its psychic power pushed Lin Xi into Thirteen's arms.

Before Lin Xi could react, Thirteen hugged Lin Xi's waist and kissed him. He sucked in the sweet taste of Lin Xi crazily, replenishing his body with energy. He turned around and laughed wildly at the demon dragon, "As long as she's here, she can make me your father."

Yeah, you don’t even have a clue.

It’s a pity that I don’t want to play a live prostitute for you. You are a pervert who can’t even do it yourself. I have reached the sword and I will play a magic horse for you, which is called invincible!”
Chapter completed!