Chapter 336: The Death of Unparalleled

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A stunning sword with a perfect arc emerged from Wushuang's back. The silver light shines in half of the sky, condensing the supreme sword intent and the momentum of burning the boat.

At this moment, his opponent, Sanyou Old Demon, could not resist a trace of horror in his eyes.

The coordination between the supreme sword art and body of Wushuang has reached a natural perfection and the unity of man and sword.

With such a sword, Wushuang's arrogance and confidence in his heart were fully squandered.

Feeling the unparalleled sword intent and mood, the old demon Sanyou moved for the first time. He still carried his left hand on his back, lifted the injured right hand just now, wrapped a layer of deep black magic light, and slapped it in front of him in an understatement.

Puff!

Wushuang's sword containing sharp sword energy was easily blocked by the old demon Sanyou, and a "tentacle" sound like defeating Ge.

Then with a loud bang, Wushuang was shaken by a domineering demonic energy that shook ancient and modern times, and his body was like a kite with broken strings, spitting out a mouthful of blood from the air.

And the old demon Sanyou actually swayed in place for a while.

He frowned and moved again, but he still underestimated Wushuang's strength.

The powerfulness of the sword just now is not only physical attacks, but also a "sword intent attack" that goes straight to the soul level, which is far more mysterious than conventional spiritual attacks.

At that moment, the Sanyou Old Demon almost got injured because of underestimating the enemy.

Fortunately, his magic power was profound and his soul at the Nascent Soul stage was extremely consolidated, which avoided injury at the artistic conception level.

"You are a good opponent." The old demon Sanyou showed a look of approval, "In time, you will definitely become a strong man who is comparable to me. It's a pity that you are stubborn and extremely stubborn. You will eventually die at my hands today."

"Die?" Wushuang was stunned and a little confused appeared on his face: "Deep in my heart, I am not afraid of death at all, and I also want to know what the hell is going on?"

Is this a lunatic?

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Sanyou Old Demon, but suddenly he remembered someone and asked, "What is your relationship with the Martial Saint?"

Wushuang flew to the Sanyou Old Demon with difficulty, and his body was greatly traumatized, which was covered with scars.

The white clothes that were never spotless were stained with dirt.

However, Wushuang didn't care about anything at this moment. He raised his sword extremely slowly, a kind of inexplicable spirit flashed in his eyes, and a breath of pursuing death emanating from his body.

"Die?" The old demon Sanyou looked pondering, and suddenly became interested.

With his height, it is not difficult to see that Wushuang's next sword was born for death.

In other words, he had no intention of letting himself live!

The state of breaking the boat is just to die and die.

But Wushuang's slowly raised sword has truly surpassed life and death. It is not about fighting for life, but about the sword of seeking death!

Extreme, this is a sword from extreme to extreme.

The Sanyou Old Demon was also shrouded and even suppressed by the powerful artistic conception and momentum of the sword to the death.

Because he could not completely abandon life and death in his heart, he was in a different way in his artistic conception and momentum.

Puff~~sw~~

Wushuang's sword seemed so slow, but it had already struck in front of the Sanyou Old Demon in an instant.

A trace of horror suddenly flashed on the calm face of the Sanyou Old Demon, and a breath of death came to him.

In the unparalleled eyes that were darkened into the night, there was only a "sword" left, which merged with the sword in his hand.

All his energy and spirit were poured into the sword, but his body had no vitality.

Such a sword art artistic conception is beyond the ages and has never been heard of. Even the three old demons, the master of the devil, felt the indescribable crisis.

At this moment, he never dared to underestimate the enemy again. A black short sword appeared in his hand. The magic light on his body was so strong that awesome, and a demonic flame that shocked his soul was injected into the short sword.

bite!

The black short sword of the Sanyou Old Demon fights together with Wushuang's sword.

Twist ~~~

He was actually forced to retreat three steps in a row, which was incredible.

But thinking about it, it is not surprising that Wushuang's sword poured into his energy and energy, even abandoned his physical body and skin, and reached a sword that surpassed the ancient and modern times.

Because no matter what the result is, Wushuang is destined to die!

Ding ~

The two swords intersected, dazzling sparks were generated, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

Buzz buzz ~

Within a radius of thousands of miles, countless sarcastic sounds of swords came.

Whether it is the swords in the secular world or the sword-shaped spiritual weapons in the immortal world, they all tremble and transcend the master's control.

The moment he swung the sword to death, Wushuang's body had already fallen from the air.

The body is dead!

However, his sword and his endless aura forced the Sanyou Old Demon, the master of the Nascent Soul stage demonic Taoism, to retreat three steps!

With just one point, he is enough to laugh at Yuyang, and no one can compare to him.

Ding-Click!

Suddenly, the tip of the Wushuang sword, one-third of the front end of the sword, suddenly broke and stabbed the Sanyou Old Demon like lightning.

puff!

The old demon Sanyou had no time to defend, and was stabbed by the tip of the sword that was filled with sword energy until it was dead, and his body shook in the void.

At this moment, his face turned slightly white, the demonic aura in his body was turbulent, and the suppressed "Seven-Dimensional Virginity" suddenly rebounded.

He has been injured, with significant internal and external injuries, as well as the sword intent impact on the soul level.

Puff!

The old demon Sanyou reached out to pull out the tip of the sword, but was subjected to a great resistance.

Even though Wushuang's physical body was dead, his spiritual thoughts were still persistent.

"Hmph." The old demon Sanyou groaned, and with great strength, he pulled out the half of the sword and threw it to the ground.

"I really didn't expect that there was such a persistent and crazy person in this world..."

The old demon Sanyou looked at Wushuang's body and the sword that was broken into two pieces on the ground.

"The sword is broken, the soul is destroyed."

The Sanyou Old Demon uttered two words and flew towards the distant place of Yuyang Kingdom.

However, his flight speed was not as fast as before.

I think that after three heavy damage and the sacrifice of the two powerful men, even the Sanyou Old Demon has come up with a certain price.

For some reason, Yang Fan, who had escaped a hundred miles away, suddenly stopped when Wushuang used the sword to die.

"What happened? It seems to be an unparalleled breath..."

He vaguely felt the sword energy coming from afar.

However, Yang Fan did not hesitate and escaped decisively.

He cannot let everyone's sacrifice and efforts fail.

...

Where Wushuang died, there was a sword broken into two pieces, and the tip of one-third of the front end was soaked in blood.

His body is dead.

A moment later, Hu Fei rushed from a distance.

"WuShuang...WuShuang..."

Hu Fei exclaimed, his eyes were wet, and he pushed Wushuang hard with his hands.

However, Wushuang remained motionless, and the remaining warmth in his body gradually dissipated.

"Wushuang, you can't die!" Hu Fei roared and roared: "The battle between you and me is not over yet."

At some point, he suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound, the sword broken into two pieces, emitting a strange "sword sound".

"Wushuang, are you Wushuang?"

Hu Fei quickly picked up two pieces of broken swords and pieced them together.

Perhaps even the old demon of Sanyou did not expect that Wushuang was an alien who transcends common sense. He poured all his energy into the sword. It is logical that the sword should be cut off the soul.

However, Wushuang's soul did not dissipate immediately.

Hu Fei used his intuition to piece together the broken swords and put them in Wushuang's hand.

Suddenly, Wushuang's hands trembled.
To be continued...