Hidden Blade Chapter 211: I am the inheritance!

The scarlet sword began to move forward again.

The sky of blood followed the long blade, as if the torrential flood finally found the floodgate, it surged towards the wound at the center of Si Bai's eyebrows.

But at this moment, suddenly bursts of black air burst out of his wound.

Sterious human faces continued to appear in the black air, but they disappeared in a flash, as if countless painful evil spirits were imprisoned in them.

Blood light and black air meet again.

And this time.

The power contained in the black energy is obviously not the same as before. The blood light emitted by Xing Tianjian, the power that once threatened the existence of the monarch, was unable to break the black energy for a while. barrier.

The two are in a stalemate, and no one can take the other.

But this stalemate is destined to be short-lived.

The civil and military officials behind Si Baikong who had been beaming with joy because of the reversal of the situation suddenly let out an exclamation.

Such a gaffe is naturally extremely rare for these big men who hold the lifeline of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it is really because what is happening in front of them at this moment is too weird.

Those Linglong Pavilion disciples who had already chosen to retreat suddenly twitched all over, and then black air gushed out of them, and their bodies shrivelled at that moment, and they fell into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground in a flash.

The black qi poured into Si Baikong's body and became his nourishment. I am also proud that the black qi that gushed from his brows became more and more intense.

It’s just that if the civil and military officials headed by Mr. Deer and others knew, such a terrible situation not only happened under this dragon platform, but every disciple of Linglong Pavilion who had practiced "The Great Invasion of Sword" If so, it is estimated that they will be so horrified that they can't make a sound.

The aura of Si Baikong's whole body became more and more powerful under the nourishment of the black aura that nearly tens of thousands of Linglong Pavilion's disciples hatched at the cost of their lives.

On the other hand, Song Yueming's situation is gradually incapable.

Xing Tianjian’s power is strong, but after all, it needs to be at the cost of vitality. In such a shock, Song Yueming’s vitality was quickly swallowed, and the hair on his forehead gradually became white from the root of the hair. , And continued to spread toward the tips of his hair, his cold and angular face also became dry with the annihilation of vitality, and the wrinkles floated to the face that should have been young.

As the saying goes, one trades each other.

The demon energy in Si blank space was stronger than one breath, but the sword intent of Xing Tian sword that Song Yueming could inspire gradually began to weaken.

Under such circumstances, the black air gradually overwhelmed the blood light.

Even if Song Yueming gritted his teeth and wanted to restore such a decline, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he could not achieve higher results like this.

"Huh!" At this time, a cold hum was suddenly spit out from his blank mouth, and murderous intent appeared in his dark eyes. The monstrous devilish energy that had already suppressed Xing Tian Jian Jian's light was surging more and more violently at that time. It turned into a black dragon in a flash, turning from defense to offense, and slammed straight towards Song Yueming.

Song Yueming, who insisted on the situation, was shocked. He knew that with the declining vitality in his body at this time, it would be almost impossible for him to urge Xing Tianjian to launch an offensive if he retracted his strength to avoid Si Bai's attack. Things, at this moment, he has no retreat, only a fight.

Zhong Changhen, who was with him, seemed to feel Song Yueming's determination at this moment, and the phantom of the old man in red also appeared on Song Yueming's face at that time. They are old and young, and their figures are red and purple. Naturally, there is a big difference, but the same is that at this moment, the look on their faces that is determined to be like a stone and a blade is exactly the same.

No retreat, no fear.

Xing Tianjian was urged again, and they swung the scarlet long sword at the evil dragon that had attacked and killed.

That is an ordinary to extreme sword move, there is no trick at all.

But there is incomparable determination hidden in this sword.

It's a sword that doesn't leave room for the enemy, and it also doesn't leave room for myself. It suddenly appeared, and the blood in the sky was hot, as if it was about to swallow the sky and the earth.

In this momentous situation, Xing Tianjian meets the evil dragon.

Boom!

A huge explosion exploded above the dragon platform.

The collision of electric light and flint, aroused air waves swept the audience, the stairs made of marble on the dragon platform were all lifted up under this air wave, and the heavy stones were raised like pieces of paper. The people around him exclaimed again and again, and they retreated in embarrassment.

This situation lasted for dozens of breaths, and the people who had already receded a hundred feet away were watching as the dust gradually dispersed.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound.

A blood-red long sword flew out, a line appeared in the air, and then plunged into the ground not far away, while a red figure holding the sword in his hand, his figure was dim, almost reaching the edge of invisible blur. .

Song Yueming, whose hair was already gray and wrinkled on her face, seemed to have been over half a hundred years old, and immediately flew out and fell to the ground. With a spurt of blood, the expression on his face suddenly wilted.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

But before everyone recovers from Song Yueming's defeat, a soft sound rang from the depths of the dust, which was the shadow of the riding boots hitting the marble slab.

A voice dressed in a black robe also gradually appeared in everyone's eyes at that time.

He is Secretary blank.

In the end, Song Yueming and Zhong Changhen were defeated, even if they had the determination to die, even if they sacrificed something like Xing Tianjian. But in the face of absolute power, neither faith nor anger can bridge the huge gap between the two.

It seems that the final winner is Division Blank.

Such thoughts inevitably surfaced in the hearts of Mr. Deer and others.

In fact, for them, it doesn't matter who Song Yueming and Si Baikong win the final victory. Because Linglong Pavilion would still inevitably fall to Yuwen Nanjing. They love to see such internal friction on both sides, of course, if they can end up with a loss for both sides, it would be great.

However, this kind of development did not appear as they had hoped. On the contrary, Si Baikong suddenly awakened a terrifying force, and was about to win this fierce battle with an overwhelming advantage.

This is not a good thing, at least in the eyes of Mr. Deer and others, such a powerful administrative gap is bound to pose a greater and more terrifying threat to their status.

......

Si blank space walked up to Song Yueming. He lowered his head and looked at himself with a pitying look at his old disciple who seemed to be over fifty years old. In his dark eyes, a ray of light flashed away. Then he opened his mouth and said with regret: "We should have been all the same."

The gray-haired Song Yueming turned his head with difficulty~IndoMTL.com~Only the outline of the stubborn boy was visible on the old face. He looked at the black-robed fairy, smiled and asked, "Yes. Right?"

Si blank space frowned, he heard the mockery in Song Yueming's tone.

He didn't understand why they could still be so stubborn at this moment.

He felt a sense of irritability in his heart, and the pleasure of regaining the fruits of victory disappeared all at once. He asked in a calm voice, "Why don't you understand now?"

"Master doesn’t understand." Song Yueming shook his head. Such seemingly simple movements, but he did extremely difficult. He was already too weak, so weak that every subtle movement, every one of his mouth The words he uttered require all his energy.

But it is precisely the few words that are inaudible in the tone, but they seem to have hit Si blank in pain.

"Why don't I understand that everything I have done is for Linglong Pavilion and for the longer-term future!" Si Bailan's tone suddenly became a bit louder, and his dark eyes flashed with fanaticism. "And what about you? The mouse is short-sighted and only knows the gains and losses of being attached to your eyes. You don't understand at all, you don't understand the future of this world, and you don't understand the future of Linglong Pavilion."

Speaking of this, Si Baikong's tone suddenly became low again, and he muttered to himself: "But it doesn't matter."

"I'm still alive, I have an infinite life span, and I have the cultivation base of the sky, I am Linglong Pavilion, I am the inheritance!"

Speaking of this, Si blank space stretched out his arms and opened them suddenly. The momentum of his whole body also climbed up a step again at that time, and then he raised his head and said: "Master! Brother! You see. Did you? Si blank did it! I did it!"

"The agreement of the year, Secretary blank did not live up to it!"

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