"You can't come out before the fourth fairy sword is condensed!" The white-clothed woman whispered softly.
With a wave of her, the lightning sword light immediately collapsed, and the old man in the green shirt kept backing away again. This time, he only produced more than two hundred light curtains, and then disappeared from the attack, and his eyes became more excited.
At this moment, when the last wave of swords shuttled from the void and merged, a sword chant came from the fourth golden light, the fourth golden dragon, solid!
The white-clothed woman's eyes were calm, her hands moved, and all the four golden dragons hovered in front of her. With a light touch of her jade hand, the golden light of one golden dragon collapsed, revealing a simple fairy sword inside!
This little power made the face of the woman in white clothes more dead. The immortal energy accumulated for more than two thousand years is almost used up by her. If it is not necessary to leave most of the immortal power for Zhou Yi to transform into the soul, the old man in green shirt , She can kill with a finger.
"The Two Swords of Rain, Soul of Sword, Change!"
The quaint fairy sword flashed light immediately, and a fist-sized gold group immediately floated out from the fairy sword. The woman in white was more lifeless. Her jade hand was placed on the golden light, and after grasping it, she immediately threw it to the eyebrow beside her. Above the golden dragon of black mist.
After losing the golden group, the ancient fairy sword immediately lost its luster and fell from mid-air.
As soon as the sword fell, the eyes of the four monks were all concentrated on it.
The green old man rushed up again. This time, his hands were knotted, and ten sword light phantoms condensed behind him. With a flick, the sword light immediately floated in front of him. This person shouted and galloped.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared. Rush out in the group. This person was a middle-aged man who had fought with Wang Lin Chihu on the way.
The moment he appeared, three scarlet spars. Condensed in front of him, pushed by him. He rushed to the old man in Qingshan with all his strength.
The old man in green shirt squinted at the man, his eyes flashed, and he waved his big hand at him.
"Evil energy and blood crystal. Burst!" the middle-aged man shouted immediately.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Three loud noises. The blood crystal exploded immediately. In this explosion. There was a huge whirlpool with pitch black. A huge palm protruded from the whirlpool. Grasping the old man in Qingshan with one hand.
"Tian Yunzi, if you prevent me from taking the sword and return to Tian Yunxing, you and I will fight for thousands of years!" The old man in the green shirt immediately changed his expression and shouted after seeing the palm.
At the same time, he flicked, avoiding the palm of his hand and galloping away with the white-clothed woman.
The palm was behind, and at the same time, a voice of vicissitudes came from the whirlpool.
"Ling Tianhou, those who are destined for the fairy sword get it, if you can get it, you are destined for it."
"Tianyunzi!" Wang Lin's body was shaken. He stared at the huge palm with a strange light in his eyes, silent.
The old man in the green shirt looked gloomy, he was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he followed the sword light to the white-clothed woman's side, and grabbed the condensed primitive fairy sword with his big hand.
However, at the moment he was about to catch, a figure that was several times faster than lightning, immediately rushed out of the surrounding crowd, and after a flash, he took the first step, came to the ancient fairy sword, and grabbed it. Live, then leave immediately.
"Haha, Ling Tianhou, four immortal swords, my Tianmozi is not greedy, just take one and say goodbye!" This figure is the middle-aged scribe. This man came one step earlier than the green shirt old man, hiding in the crowd, at this moment Get the fairy sword in one move.
"Tian Mozi! Do you dare to snatch my things, you Tian Mo star, wait for my Da Luo Jianzong to kill!" The old man in Qingshan roared, Mozi was the fastest of his generation on this day, and he believed that he could not pursue it. I can only stare at the other party quickly away.
"Haha, old Ling Tian, a battle between you and me is inevitable, and I am waiting for you!" The middle-aged scribe chuckled at the threatening words of the old man in green shirt, faster, and rushed into nothingness. A black hole unexpectedly appeared, and this person got into the black hole, disappeared into the fairy world, and returned to the star of Tianmo where he was.
"Fast speed!!! It's more than several times faster than my star compass!!" Wang Lin took a deep breath, he could only see an afterimage.
The white-clothed woman didn't even look at it, and she tapped her right hand on the other golden dragon. The golden dragon screamed, and the golden light dissipated, turning into a snake-shaped fairy sword floating in the air.
The old man in the green shirt flashed his eyes and grabbed his big hand upward. At this moment, the big hand that Tian Yunzi turned out behind him was getting closer and closer.
The white-clothed woman looked cold, with a little right hand. The old man in the green shirt yelled, and his upper body was shattered in a stabbing sound, and a black fingerprint immediately appeared on his chest.
The old man spouted a mouthful of blood, but his right hand, at the same speed, grabbed towards the fairy sword.
The death in the body of the white-clothed woman is already strong enough, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, and she whispered: "You want this sword, I will give it to you, but the soul of the sword, I want to take it away!"
On that snake-shaped fairy sword, at the moment the old man in the green shirt grasped it, a cloud of golden light emerged from above, and was grasped by the white-clothed woman and pressed onto the golden light eyebrows beside her.
"This sword belongs to me!" The old man in the green shirt laughed, enduring the tingling in his chest, grabbed the snake-shaped fairy sword, then hesitated, and slashed behind him.
The big hand that he grabbed behind him immediately paused and avoided it, and then stopped grabbing it, but immediately backed away, grabbed the middle-aged man who had a dispute with Wang Lin Chihu, and quickly returned to the whirlpool. Among them, disappeared.
At the moment of disappearance, in the whirlpool, the old voice of Tian Yunzi came again.
"Ling Tianhou, it is God's will for you to obtain the fairy sword. The old man will not hinder you, so he can do it for himself..."
The old man in the green shirt laughed, his eyes flashed, and he fell on the white-clothed woman, and said gloomily: "Your attack is getting weaker and weaker. Under this immortal fingerprint, you can't kill the old man. You are an immortal, old man. I won't kill you, but you can't take the remaining two fairy swords, this sword soul!"
Without the soul of the sword, the fairy sword can only become a universal existence, but it does not have the magical powers in it. It needs to be practiced again the day after tomorrow.
The sadness in the eyes of the white-clothed woman was so strong that she sighed deeply, and again pointed her right hand on a golden dragon. The golden dragon roared and turned into a big sword, floating in the air.
The old man in Qingshan gave a soft voice, moved his body, and grabbed the sword with his left hand.
The white-clothed woman sighed lightly and nodded her right hand. Suddenly, the only remaining celestial power came out from her eyebrows. Around her, a fairy curtain about ten meters in size appeared. The body of the old man in green shirt was immediately forced into life. go out.
He shouted, and with a wave of the fairy sword in his right hand, it slammed into the fairy curtain. The fairy curtain shook immediately, but it was not broken.
How can the old man in the green shirt be willing to swing the fairy sword quickly, and even provoke the magical powers to bombard the fairy curtain.
Released the remaining immortal power, the white-clothed woman's eyes slowly closed, and her whole body was immediately enveloped by a strong lifelessness.
"Zhou Yi... I am not the true soul of Xianjun. I don’t have any emotions. I don’t know why I gave birth to a ray of remnant soul, guarded by more than 2,000 years. I see in my heart that you burn the soul For a moment, I understood that I was born because of your infatuation...
…Thank you… If there is an afterlife, I hope that I will no longer be a remnant soul, and you will stay by my side… ”
At the center of the last golden dragon's eyebrows, in the purple mist, there was a sad roar.
"Ting'er!!"
The body of the white-clothed woman slowly fell, she struggled to raise her right hand, a little above the big sword, a cloud of golden light floated from the big sword, and slowly flew towards the eyebrows of the last golden dragon, blending into it. .
After doing all this, the corner of her mouth, for the first time, showed a happy smile, very beautiful...
Thank god, thank you, thank destiny for letting us meet...
The fairy intent of magic cannot cover your millennia of obsession...
Protected for thousands of years, only for miracles in my life...
Your infatuation moved the sky, your affection moved the earth, for me, you gave up your life, for you, I can also give up this life...
At Sanshengshi, you and I meet, in the next life, don’t forget... this life...
"No!!!" In the purple mist on the eyebrows of the last golden dragon, there was a miserable roar, and then a sharp sword light rushed out of the purple mist, turning into Zhou Yi's appearance.
Above Zhou Yi's head, the four groups of golden light continued to fuse, eventually forming a golden virtual sword, sinking into Zhou Yi's body, and his whole person instantly golden light.
However, this golden light does not give people a soft feeling, but a deep sorrow...
The golden dragon collapsed and dissipated immediately after Zhou rushed out. Amidst a little golden light, a short sword used by a woman floated beside the big sword.
This one is like a couple.
The white-clothed woman closed her eyes, and fell down. With her death again, the fairy curtain around her disappeared.
"Why!!! Why do you want to be like this!!! I died when Zhou Yi died, why did you do it for me... You die, I live... I live, you die, is this our destiny! No!!!" Zhou Yi wanted to hug the female corpse, but when he met the female corpse, his body seemed transparent and hugged empty.
The sadness in his eyes, moving heaven! Movable!
The female corpse passed through his body and went down. The fairy curtain disappeared, and the two fairy swords, one large and one small, also fell together. There seemed to be a traction in the dark. The two fairy swords surrounded the female corpse. ,fall…
Watching the female corpse continue to sink, Zhou Yi's eyes are full of sorrow.
Tinger...
I'm not Ting'er...
But the name Ting'er... I like it very much...
I am a ray of remnant soul, born for your infatuation...
The old man in Qingshan yelled angrily, and grabbed the two fairy swords beside the female corpse. At the same time, his eyes glanced at Zhou Yi with fear.
Wang Lin saw this scene from a distance, and there was a trace of sorrow in his heart...