The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Yixian also closed his eyes at this time, and the invisible sword intent collided in the void.

They want to end this battle in the most traditional way of swordsmen.

Compare swords.

At this time, the starlight faded, and all the brilliance in the void had concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords, the swords have pierced out!

The swords they stabbed were not fast, and there was still a long distance between the sword master and Yixian.

Before their swords touched, they had already started to move constantly. People moved very slowly, but their swords moved very quickly.

Because they did not use any tricks, but they went as they wished. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

However, in the big formation, the remaining masters were all sweating coldly when they saw this scene.

Although they don't use swords, everything leads to the same path. They can see that the change of this kind of swordsmanship has reached the state of doing whatever they want, which is the supreme state of art.

If the sword master's opponent is not Yixian, every change of the sword in his hand is a sword that will kill and win. Their swords are integrated with people, which is already the sword of the heart.

However, sweat suddenly broke out on the hands of the masters, and he suddenly noticed the change of the sword master.

Although the sword master's sword looks flexible, it is actually sluggish, at least not as ethereal and fluid as Yixian's sword.

Yixian's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

The sword master's sword seems to be tied with an invisible thread. His dream, his home, his feelings, and his favorite girl are all this invisible thread.

The masters have already seen that, in the following 20,000 changes, Yixian's sword will surely pierce the sword master's throat.

Twenty thousand changes passed in an instant.

Now, no one can change the sword master's fate, no one, not even the sword master himself.

The distance between the two is close at hand. Both swords have thrust out with all their strength.

This is already the last sword, the sword that decides the outcome.

Until now, the sword master's own sword was a step slower. His sword might be able to pierce Yixian's chest, but Yixian's sword will definitely pierce his throat.

The sword master had no choice but to accept this fate.

But at this moment, the sword master suddenly discovered that there was a deviation in Yixian's sword posture, maybe it was only a slight deviation, but it was already the distance between life and death.

How could this error happen?

Is it because Yixian knows that there is no distance between life and death?

The blade is cold.

The icy edge of the sword has pierced into Yixian's chest, and the sword master can even feel that the tip of the sword touched his heart.

Then, Yixian felt a strange stabbing pain, and then he seemed to see his life passing by in a hurry.

It's not just pain, it's fear, hopeless fear.

Because he knows that all the joy and good things in his life will end at this moment.

Now his life is about to end, under the sword of the sword master.

Yixian didn't know why his sword deviated, just like the sword master didn't know why he won.

However, he has no resentment towards the sword master, only a kind of gratitude that no one can understand.

The corners of Yixian's mouth slowly curled up, and at this moment he actually laughed.

At this moment, the sword master's sword also slowed down, and he was about to withdraw this deadly move.

Yixian could see, he could see that the sword master didn't want to kill him.

Yixian smiled, pushing his chest forward.

At this moment, the sword master's sword completely pierced Yixian's heart.

"Why?" The sword master trembled a little with the hand holding the sword.

Yixian didn't seem to be in such pain, and even felt a little relaxed.

Yixian looked back at the huge fleet, and said with a smile: "In any case, they are going to sacrifice, and they are going to die. Death by the sword is at least more honorable than other methods of death."

So Yixian is grateful.

This kind of understanding and sympathy can only be produced between peerless swordsmen and swordsmen.

At this moment, the two people's eyes met, and Yixian let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you."? Although he didn't say these two words, they were revealed in his eyes.

He knew that the sword master would definitely understand, and anyone who called himself a swordsman would not be bad.

Yixian fell down.

In a daze, he seemed to see a white cloud flying in the void, and he didn't know if he wanted to bring his sad news back to the sky? Or did he come here specially to pay tribute to this peerless swordsman?

The fallen Yixian's body began to disintegrate inch by inch, and the flesh and blood condensed with countless powers floated in the void.

At this moment, that weird little black beast suddenly appeared, opened its mouth and sucked in Yixian's flesh and blood essence into its mouth.

At the same time, the Zombie Master, who was waiting for an opportunity, made a sudden move, like a thunderbolt, and charged at the little beast with boundless power.

The corner of the little beast's mouth curled up strangely, with a hint of sarcasm.

Just when the zombie master's hand was about to tear the little beast apart, a dazzling light lit up.

Under the little beast's feet, a mysterious pattern lit up.

This pattern is exactly the same as the one outlined by the zombie master before.

The only difference is that the zombie master sketched an incomplete pattern, while the pattern under the little beast's feet was complete.

The mysterious formation diagram flicked away the zombie master's hand.

The three Celestial Stars, who were defending against the fleet's suicide attack, had a bad premonition in their hearts when they saw this scene.

At the same time, the little beast raised its head to the sky and roared loudly, and the invisible fluctuation spread rapidly.

Almost at the same time, the entire fleet exploded.

A large amount of flesh and blood essence rushed in, all of which were sucked into the mouth of the little beast.

All of this happened so fast that it was over before everyone could even react.

The little beast looked around and looked at everyone sarcastically.

Then the little beast's body exploded, and everything merged into the mysterious formation.

In the next moment, the entire void and all the starlight disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.

The icy cold pain stimulated everyone, and the boundless pressure made everyone unable to swallow their saliva.

When there is a little light in the darkness.

A somewhat lazy voice sounded.

"What a fascinating scenery!"

Charming, lazy, just listening to the voice, everyone seemed to see a woman with a variety of charms.

Then a woman came out of the picture, with very few clothes making her happy, with endless charm in her eyebrows and eyes.

The woman's bare feet stepped gently into the void, and she closed her eyes to enjoy all this.

Looking at this woman, everyone's body seemed to be under a fixed spell, unable to move.

No, I dare not move.

They have never seen the pressure brought by this woman.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at everyone with a smile.

"My name is Zhenyue, one of the eight tribes. It's the first time I meet you. Good day everyone."