"You were hurt much more than I was."
An indifferent voice containing strong confidence also sounded amidst this incomparably shrill cry.
It was hard for Shen Xuan to believe that he could survive the killing round just now.
But he does live.
And he understood that the biggest reason why he was able to live was not because of Zhan Maha, but because of the swords that Ding Ning slashed.
Although he is alive now, since entering the ancestral land, he feels that he has died many times.
Coming back from the dead brought him unimaginable confidence.
Without the slightest hesitation.
He draws the sword.
The gray and blood-colored natal sword in his hand seemed to disappear into the air the moment he slashed out.
However, at this moment, a layer of grayness appeared on the fragments of Xuanyue's scimitar that shattered into countless pieces.
It's like gray moss grows on the wet tiles, but some red grows on the gray moss, just like red cores grow out of these gray mosses.
Shen Xuan was seriously injured at this time, but because of his great confidence, the sword intent of this sword was actually the most perfect sword intent since he became the master of the Great Floating Water Prison.
The gray moss is full of endless dark flavors, but it also contains a sense of flying high and unfettered joy.
These two completely different tastes rushed to Zhan Maha at the moment when Zhan Maha's natal object was damaged, before he completely severed his connection with himself.
Zhan Maha swiped his right hand together, and amidst the shrill cry, a sharp saber intent flew obliquely upwards from his abdomen, and he crazily squeezed out the already thin heaven and earth vitality in the orifices in his body.
Puff puff puff...
The shattered scimitar fragments seemed to be burning, exuding a golden light, burning up all the mottled gray moss.
However, at the same time, Zhan Maha let out an even more shrill cry.
His eyes were full of grayness.
It was as if his pupils were covered by thick moss.
He is blind in both eyes.
In this kind of space where the perception is not necessarily accurate, if both eyes are blinded again, for a practitioner, he has completely lost his judgment on the outside world, not to mention that the true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth in Zhan Maha's body have been squeezed to the limit .
However, at this moment, Ding Ning, who barely sat up, let out a muffled yell, stretched out his hand with a faint sword intent, and said at the same time: "Sui eclipse!"
This is the strongest sword move Shen Xuan has cultivated. Using it at this time will definitely affect his injury and cause greater damage to his body.
However, sensing the whereabouts of Ding Ning's faint sword intent, Shen Xuan did not hesitate at all. With a low and sharp shout, his disappearing natal sword appeared in the air, following Ding Ning's sword intent, almost Fly straight into the sky.
Dense and uneven mottled marks suddenly appeared on the red and gray sword body, as if years had eroded the sword.
There was a soft bang.
A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye spread out above his sword, first it was a white air wave, and then it turned into a golden circle of light.
Li Xixing and Hu Jingjing raised their heads with difficulty, and they were extremely shocked to see that above the golden circle of light, there was something falling in the air that seemed to have nothing before.
That's a well edge.
It was the rim of the well under the giant tree that had disappeared.
At this time, the well radiated golden light from the top to the outside, just like the magic weapon used by the gods and Buddhas in the legend to crush the demon king, full of a majestic and majestic aura that could not be resisted at all.
There was no sound.
Shen Xuan's natal sword passed through the center of the well, and the two seemed to have no contact at all.
However, where the tip of the sword passes through the upper edge, the mottled marks on the sword body that have been eroded by time will gradually recede, as if it has been washed by water. The whole sword is as clean as new, but it is vibrating violently. I don't know how many times it oscillated.
The edge of the well fell, but the golden light quickly disappeared and turned gray, as if covered with gray moss.
Shen Xuan's body fell down, spewing out a cloud of blood mist, unable to support himself anymore, and fell to the ground slumped.
Originally falling in the air seemed to be extremely slow, but at this moment, it fell to the ground with a bang, right at the place where the living spring disappeared.
Amidst a dull loud noise, all the fine white sand at the bottom of the living spring, along with the falling fragments of the Xuanyue scimitar, splashed like waves and swept out like a wave.
The wave kept gushing several feet in front of them, and finally exhausted and scattered to the ground.
Shen Xuan also began to cough violently, and every time he coughed, blood spewed out uncontrollably from between his lips and teeth, but he looked at Zhan Maha at the bottom of the golden tower and laughed.
Everyone can feel the meaning contained in Shen Xuan's laughter.
It's ironic, but more fortunate.
In this space, apart from Shen Xuan's laughter, there was no other sound at first, and it suddenly became quiet.
Zhan Moha didn't look at Shen Xuan, leaning against the golden tower behind him, unable to stand up at all, he just looked at Ding Ning as if he was looking at a real monster, and suddenly said, "Who the hell are you?"
In the next moment, he suddenly laughed maniacally, and the laughter became louder and louder.
Ding Ning didn't respond.
At this moment, Zhan Maha was at the end of his rope, and it was impossible for him to strike another sword, but he sensed a hint of danger in such laughter.
His brows frowned involuntarily, thin white flowers flickered on the broken sword that had fallen powerlessly in front of him, trembling, swaying and flying up like a dragonfly in a strong wind Same, flew towards Zhan Maha.
Regardless of the meaning behind Zhan Maha's laughter, he wanted to kill Zhan Maha right now.
"Break the Wushuang Fengyu sword... separate Zheng Xiu's vitality from the Jianshan sword, use the restriction here to seal the mountain... kill Gu Huai, and then break the back road left by Wuzhi... and use Wang Jingmeng's sword I mean... Wang Jingmeng's successor is really so strong, is he really stronger than the entire Tianliang?"
Looking at the broken sword flying towards him, the crazy look in Zhan Maha's eyes did not change at all. He laughed wildly and looked at Ding Ning, "But do you think that this will really break this situation completely? What the hell... Since I can't even get the elixir after all the calculations, let's die together!"
In such a sound, when the Mo Hua Remnant Sword flew a foot in front of him, the sea of qi in his body made a bursting sound.
The last destructive force that belonged to him rushed out from behind him, broke his spine, rushed to the golden pagoda behind him with flesh and bones.
There was a loud bang.
A hole appeared on the golden pagoda he was leaning against.