End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Why is the sword god such an honor?

After the sword god Zhu Jianxian, didn't Ximen Chuuxue usher in the pinnacle of life, why did he become like this?

Is it true that you can become stronger when you are bald?

Russell was stunned, but then he thought about it, why can't the sword god be thanked!

The jade tree facing the wind and the stately appearance are the subjective conjectures imposed on Ximen Chuixue by people. They fantasize that the swordsmanship is the best in the world, and the appearance and bearing are also the perfect idol among dragons and phoenixes.

It's a pity that the sword god is also a human being, and as a human being, he cannot avoid eating, drinking, lazing, birth, old age, sickness and death. In reality, Sword God not only hiccups, farts, and swears, he is also a middle-aged Mediterranean.

It's not hard to understand...

Ximen Chuuxue is obsessed with swords, abandons his wife to seek the Tao and is ruthless, stays up late every night to practice swords, just like the killer who stays up late to code in the writer group, it is reasonable and logical to lose his head in middle age.

Thinking of this, Luo Su suddenly realized that a generation of sword gods lost their hair because of Taoism, and he should be disgusted by all kinds of experience, it really shouldn't be.

Thinking of this, and looking at the crooked melon cracked date below, he has a murderous heart, and this group of people deserves to be killed.

It's not because of the failure of pretentiousness, but because Ximen Chuuxue put life and death aside for the way of swordsmanship, and even gave up his hair follicles. What qualifications do these people have to laugh at!

That's right, that's it, it's definitely not murder!

"Over there in the Mediterranean Sea, don't pretend to be Ximen Chuixue in the middle of the night. Which team are you from?"

"It's not pretending. He always sucks the door and blows the acupoints. It's because we heard it wrong."

"Oh, according to what you say, is it the legend of Lu Xiaofeng?"

"Just like him, aiming at people's seams is almost the same."

"Hahaha, you are so flirtatious!"

"..."

The reincarnators laughed wantonly and didn't pay attention to Russell at all. The self-proclaimed Sword God Mediterranean is a funny character no matter how you look at it. Besides, they are superior in number, 18 VS 1, and there are two A-level reincarnation captains, even if the sword god is really close,

It was also the life of being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Amidst the laughter and scolding, only the two captains looked stern. Their strength was a level higher than that of other reincarnations, and they clearly sensed the vague sword intent.

Throat, heart, spine, head...

Every deadly part of his body was entangled with sword energy, and any movement was a storm-like sword force, which could not be dodged or avoided, and everything he could see was covered by sword energy.

Sen Han's death made it difficult for the two to breathe, resisting the oppressive feeling of wanting to vomit, they looked at each other and reached a cooperation agreement again.

Not counting on his teammate who was in a desperate situation and didn't know it, the thin man closed his eyes, then opened his right eye sharply at Russell, and in the blood-colored pupils, the three hook jades spun and connected into a windmill.

"Wind Dragon!!"

The skinny man shouted loudly, Feng Long understood, and immediately shouted.

The blood vessels in his neck swelled, the muscles all over his body swelled to stretch his coat, and a blue dragon tattooed on his back swam to his right arm automatically without wind.

The hurricane stirred and blew everyone off their feet. Except for the thin man, all the reincarnated people who were still laughing were blown away by the wind.

"drink!"

Fenglong shouted again, swung his right fist, and punched Russell from the air.

The violent wind roared, and the tyrannical tornado turned into a ferocious dragon, with its teeth and claws in midair. Wherever the wind blows, all the obstacles and barriers are smashed into pieces.

"Amaterasu!!"

Blood dripped from the thin man's right eye, and black flames shot out from the pupil. The target was not Russell but the dragon transformed by the wind.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind!

The combination of black flames and storms, although the figure of the dragon burning with raging black flames has not changed, its momentum has definitely increased several times. The monstrous heat wave went straight to the sky, evaporating the clouds that had been cut off by the sword energy before, and the ground was even more dry like purgatory.

boom! ! !

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and smashed the position where Russell was. The hurricane crushed and the black flames burned. In the blink of an eye, the warehouse, which is 100 meters long, was razed to the ground.

The blow was successful, but Fenglong didn't dare to be careless at all. He raised his right hand together, and the huge black dragon roared and rushed to the sky.

"Missed, where is he?"

Fenglong's eyes burst open, and the burden of manipulating the strong wind attached to Amaterasu was extremely heavy, and the pain of his meridians being torn apart made him feel like he was going through torture every second.

"Don't rush, I'm looking for..."

The skinny man was also sweating profusely, and his Sharingan spun at high speed, catching Russell's figure everywhere.

Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid the reincarnated people were, they knew what had happened. The Mediterranean Sea was not a funny character, but a genuine sword god, so strong that their captains had to join forces to fight against it.

Thinking of all the killings before, a group of people turned pale with fright, regardless of whether they were teammates or not, they hugged together.

More people do not necessarily mean more power, but it can definitely give you a lot of peace of mind.

Clang! ! !

The crisp and sweet sound of the sword sound rang out, the lingering sound lingered in the ears, and the aftertaste was endless, making people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

Russell walked past the four reincarnated people with a straight knife in one hand, strolling in the garden, seemingly as slow as a walk, but actually at an extremely fast speed. After he left, the four fell to the ground and died.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is not gorgeous, and when he reaches his level, he is no longer obsessed with the meaning of the moves, and simplified the complex, killing a person with only one sword.

The reason why his sword is called superb is because of fear, and everyone who has seen his sword is dead.

Russell questioned this. Those people really saw Ximen Chuuxue throwing out his sword?

Not necessarily, I'm afraid they didn't even see when Ximen Chuuxue drew his sword!

Russell turned into the god of death and killed them one step at a time. The reincarnated people were unable to move under the sword intent. They could do nothing but close their eyes and wait for death. In just two breaths, 10 people were killed.

The level of sparring partner was too low, Russell was very dissatisfied, and even suspected that it would be easier for Ximen Chuuxue to kill chickens than them. How can this kind of battle be understood!

Just when he stopped, Fenglong found him under the guidance of the skinny man, turned around suddenly and punched the ground, the fire dragon in mid-air was pulled, circled and swooped down.

"Die to me!!"

The dragon head tore the wind and roared, and the behemoth descended from the sky, majestic and tyrannical!

Russell didn't dodge or dodge, frowning lightly to comprehend the way of the sword, then aimed at the falling black dragon, and stabbed slowly.

It's unremarkable, just like the old man in the park practicing the health sword.

Click! Crackling————

Cracks were all over the surface of the straight knife, and it was broken inch by inch. When Russell completely stabbed this move, the entire blade was completely broken, and only the handle of the knife was still in the palm of his hand.

Rumble———

The black dragon fell, and the dragon's body sank into the ground from head to tail. After a short silence, a powerful shock wave swept out in all directions with this place as the center.

There was no roaring explosion, and the terrifying power carried by the black dragon poured into the ground, directly tearing and crushing the ground. The cobweb-like cracks exploded, and the circle of dust stirred up continued to expand, and the hurricane blew all over the sky, making it impossible for everyone in the field to stand and balance.

Fenglong got up from the ruins, looked at the dusty depths, and swallowed: "What a powerful guy, when did such a number one person exist in the Lord God space, but he died after all."

The thin man pushed away the bricks on his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in surprise: "No, Amaterasu's black flame burns everything, but it didn't take effect just now!"

After the words fell, Feng Long's heart skipped a beat. Recalling the scene just now, the violent wind he controlled lost control at the last moment.

When the two were in shock, a sword qi blew softly, and all the dust that filled the surroundings fell to the ground, revealing the unscathed Russell in the center of the field.

Within three feet of his feet, the ground was safe and sound, but three feet away was torn apart by the strong wind, and a huge deep pit was sunken.

"Google!"

Fenglong and the skinny man swallowed together, their minds were blank and they didn't know how to evaluate, and they kept echoing a question.

Can this also be called swordsmanship?

Russell is still perceiving the way of the sword. The time limit for the character card has expired. He is not stingy with the wealth value, and allows the points to drop without stopping.

"Fenglong, come again, his sword is already broken, I don't believe he can still use the sword move just now." The thin man gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of potion from the ring, unscrewed the cap and poured it all in one go go in.

Fenglong nodded with a serious face. Fighting alone, the two are no opponents. Only by joining forces again can they survive.

At this moment, Russell, who was judged by the two as a broken sword, swung the handle of the knife obliquely, and an orchid flower condensed with sword energy slowly bloomed.

In an instant, the sword gleams!

In the sky and on the ground, sword energy filled the sky, and the boundless sword energy seemed to descend from the sky, washing away the audience like a torrential rain.

The skinny man and Fenglong were shocked, and took out the defensive props to protect themselves. Except for them, the rest of the reincarnations all fell to the ground and died when the sword energy came.

The sword energy spanned thirty thousand miles, and the sword energy condensed into a solid body, turning into a giant sword shadow and shooting straight into the sky!

The thin man and Fenglong struggled hard, but the defensive props were finally torn apart by the sword energy, their flesh and blood were torn into pieces, and they died on the spot.

The sword energy dissipated, Russell dropped the hilt in his hand, the mortal weapon could not bear the Sword God's sword intent, but after all, he, the user, did not comprehend enough, so if he replaced it with the real Ximen Fuxue, this straight knife would definitely be preserved intact .

"System, stop Ximen..."

Halfway through his thoughts, Russell looked at the thin man in surprise. He was supposed to be a corpse and squatted on the ground, panting for breath while covering his right eye. The moment they looked at each other, the three-pointed jade in his left eye swirled into a black windmill.

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