"Li Yimei, the old demon is going to learn your swordsmanship today."

A giant dragon sang in the sky and the earth, and the green light flashed again and again. Li Yimei stabbed 981 swords and could not fight against the old demon.

The old devil smiled at the sky and said proudly: "Liu Yi-Yi, even if you hold a magic weapon in your hand, you can't hit me." You have been at my feet all your life."

Li Yichang hummed coldly, and two cold lines popped out of his eyes, saying, "After nine to one, this will be my last sword."

"Liu Yi-Yan, if you had such a skill, Xiao Ke wouldn't have died from the beginning," he said with a smile.

Liu Yi-Yan sneered: "Now is now, this is the first time." He suddenly looked dim and said: "If you can endure my last sword," he said, "If you can pick up my last sword, the 'Sword of Immortality', I will let you go."

The Banshee seemed to have heard the most interesting joke in the world: "Liu Yi, don't talk about swords, you can't do anything." I haven't finished it yet.

The dragon sang, and the dragon fairy sword in Liu Yiyan's palm was quickly stabbed into the sky and the old demon.

The speed of swordsmanship can be described by lightning. No, it is faster than lightning.

At this time, the dragon sword pierced the old demon's chest and looked at the sky. The old demon who was facing the sky oozed blood from his mouth and held the dragon sword tightly with his hands. The dragon sword was dazzling green light, and the dragon sang continuously.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong, I despise you," he said with a painful smile.

Liu Yi - A thin body moved forward, and a huge green light burst out from Long Jian's body, stirring the old demon's hands and even the chest into pieces. Only seeing that the old demon's hand towards the sky broke, and the chest turned into a big black hole.

The old demon did not die because he was a demon, nor was his heart in that place. The hearts of humans and demons are different. Although the evil soul is high, it is now almost half dead.

Liu Yi-Ming boldly retracted the dragon sword that disappeared from the sleeve. A good move is "the whole thing in the sleeve".

At the age of one hundred, Liu Yizhuang seemed to have lived for dozens of years again at this time, and his life was severely eroded.

A bitter smile appeared at the mouth of the old demon in the sky, and he kept coughing up blood. It seemed that it became difficult to speak at this moment, and he said slowly without breathing. "Ding..." Danfeng, you are so awesome. It is really getting stronger and stronger, you are avenging Cole

Liu Yi shook his head and said, "I can't live for three days, everything will disappear." Because you are seriously injured, the Thousand Years of Tao will disappear, so you will also reincarnate in another way."

Perhaps, he smiled bitterly at the sky and said, "Li Yimei..." I have no regrets now. We both have struggled for a hundred years, and we want to open it at the last moment."

Li Yimei suddenly asked, "Old ghost, what else can you let go?"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the old demon's mouth, and he slowly replied: "It's time to let go, everything has been released." This time I came from Black Mountain and went to Xiao Ke's grave to worship. I didn't expect to be so unlucky. I met Li Daosheng and then met you again."

"A hundred years ago, you killed her," Li Yichang said coldly.

"I'm not hurt."

Before he could finish his words, the power of the Black Mountain generation turned into an unintentional mouse, a black mouse with wings.

Liu Yi's heart was filled with infinite sadness and could not calm down for a long time.

Unfortunately, more than a hundred years have passed, things have gone, and the first time words without tears have flowed.

He avenged himself and avenged his beloved woman. However, he did not have that pleasure now, and he felt that life was empty.

He remained silent in the air, and had not moved for a long time. After a long time, he smiled, as if he had seen through the "Qingzhu" in the world, a real Taoist monk.

Unfortunately, this famous monk's life is only three days, and what kind of miracles can the life flashing in the pan create?

Day is completely bright, night has passed, cycles of reincarnation appear, and a new reincarnation cycle will start again.
Chapter completed!