Chapter 6577 (2/2)

”Kill me!” Jiang Shenyu roared, but a touch of scarlet light flashed, and he immediately recovered his evil charm, ”it seems that you are also old acquaintances. In that case, I will accept these two bodies!”

”Jiang Shenyu” picked up the frost sword in his hand and rushed towards Zheng Yi, just like they were waiting for God when they fought for the first time!

”Both for sword cultivation, today I help you relieve your pain!” Zheng Yi has seen that the person in front of him has lost Jiang Shenyu and is already the spirit of the demon family.

”The dust extinguishes the nine swords. The first move is to forget the river!” The iron sword in Zheng Yi's hand flashed a black light, and the dark body of the sword stabbed at the frost sword!

”Buzz!”

It seemed that he felt the master's call. The frost sword in Jiang Shenyu's hand hummed and burst into a faint blue light, as if he wanted to fight Zheng Yi.

But at this time, Jiang Shenyu shouted: ”Zheng Yi, you and I have ended our past gratitude and resentment. We must not let the demon family be born!”

He kept the last glimmer of Qingming and chose to give up resistance at the last moment. The frost sword in his hand surged out and flew out of the hall!

”Bare!”

It was the sound of the iron sword across the flesh and blood. Jiang Shenyu's head rose to the sky, his body gradually slowed down, and stood still.

On it, a scarlet light flashed, and a bright red energy mass floated towards the hall.

”Want to go!” Zheng Yi's eyes flashed and chased the ball of light.

”My great reputation is ruined by the hands of two small sword repairmen. That damn boy has to fight to death. He has lost his flesh and seal for thousands of years. I'm afraid I'm not the opponent!” The red energy turned into a middle-aged man wearing a crown.

”It seems to be the demon clan in the record!” Zheng Yi looked at the man in front of him and clenched the iron sword in his hand.

”How about you and me? I can give you great strength! ” Said the middle-aged man in the crown.

”The second move of dust killing nine swords, silence killing!” Zheng Yi didn't say a superfluous nonsense to the man in front of him. He just waved a sword and stirred up a thousand feet of dust!

”Ha ha! Although I have been sealed for thousands of years, it's not what you can do with a small sword repair! ”

The middle-aged man resisted the blow and was unharmed. At the moment, he also opened his mouth and laughed wildly.

”Extinguished fire, burning!” Zheng Yi pinched the formula with his fingers, a drop of blood forced it out and fell on the sword body. An extreme sword idea appeared. Then, the dark black sword began to destroy the original spirit of the man!

The piercing pain hit, and the middle-aged man finally realized that it was wrong. This sword move is specifically aimed at the method of the spirit!

”No!” The scarlet awn showed its original appearance, was immediately torn by the black sword Gang, and finally dissipated into invisibility.

The dust settled, but in an instant.

Zheng Yi looked at the headless but upright body with a complex look. How romantic was the heroic posture of sword repair. Jiang Shenyu, who killed more than 20 Tianjiao, also came to an end at the moment.

The cold frost sword inserted in the ruins not far away trembled, and the blue light gradually faded.

Zheng Yi stepped forward, pulled out the frost sword, took Jiang Shenyu's head and went to the upright body in the hall.

”Your grudges against me are over!”

Zheng Yi read softly and looked at the man holding the frost sword in front of him again, but he could only sigh that there was no Jiang Shenyu in the world!

Frost wails, accompanied by the ups and downs of the Lord.