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1356 Sword

Thunder rolls, blood splatters!

The fierce battle between Su Yang and Lun immediately developed to a white-hot level since the first real collision. Both sides simultaneously showed 100% of their strength and all their secret skills, going back and forth, killing intent soared into the sky.

But in this fierce battle, Su Yang thought that the wheel, which is good at attacking magical powers, will inevitably be worse than that in melee fighting, but now Su Yang completely put away this contempt because the wheel's ability in melee fighting is not inferior at all.

For a moment, Su Yang had to feel a little emotional in his heart. Everyone has their own chances. Don’t underestimate the heroes of the world. You can be beyond the reach of ordinary people, and others can also have things that you cannot reach.

For example, in the Wheel, all his fighting skills were mainly based on divine attacks, and there were almost very few cases of direct melee fighting. However, now his Shura blood sword flew up and down, and his ability in melee fighting was no less than Su Yang.

All this is like Su Yang always thinking about how to target Hun in terms of spiritual consciousness. Hun always considers how to make up for his shortcomings and thus target Su Yang.

In short, after so many years, Su Yang has grown to the point where the wheel cannot use his divine thoughts to form suppression, and the wheel has also grown to the point where Su Yang cannot use some other abilities to form suppression.

In this way, although Su Yang and Lun's battle became more and more intense, they remained under a delicate balance.

On this side, the battle between Su Yang and Lun was in a deadlock, and the battle between the two girls on the other side also reached a white-hot level.

The spear is heavy!

Zhan Ping'an took the lead in launching an offensive, holding a spear in both hands, and one horsemanship was beyond the dust, turning into a divine rainbow that could penetrate the sun and the moon. Driven by huge power and amazing explosive force, the spear tip kept splitting the air and roaring endlessly.

The sword, the heaven and earth are crisscrossing!

Nie Lingbo's heart was so clear that he knew better than anyone else that no one in the sky and underground could compete with the God of War, so when his strength was not as good as Zhan Ping'an, he would win with his skills.

So facing Zhan Ping'an flying towards him, Nie Lingbo's sword drew a series of afterimages, and afterimages gathered on the sword in his hand. In just a moment, Nie Lingbo swung more than 300 swords.

The power of more than three hundred swords gathered on one sword again, emitting the most brilliant light, like a stunning geese that broke through the world, sharp and boundless, moving forward bravely and unswervingly.

Sword tip!

Spear tip!

The two sides completely collided head-on in the battle of the first day of the first lunar month.

Relying on his absolute power advantage and the extraordinary Wuji spear in his hand, Zhan Ping'an directly smashed the power of more than 300 swords with one blow, and hit the sword's tip hard, with an astonishing power.

Although Nie Lingbo's more than 300 swords were directly shattered by a spear, he still successfully retained the power of the nine swords. At the critical moment, he successfully exploded and attacked with swords after sword.

Zhan Ping'an immediately felt the impact of nine amazing sword energy. The extremely strong Wuji sword spear in his hand couldn't help but tremble nine times, and then he felt nine different sword intents piercing into his body along the palm of his palm, trying to directly affect Zhan Ping'an's subsequent series of offensives.

clever!

Zhan Ping'an had no choice but to collect his spear and avoid it for a while, and in the process of retreating, he shattered the nine sword intents that invaded his body one after another.

Nie Lingbo did not pursue, and in fact she did not have the ability to pursue. Zhan Ping'an's power was amazing. Even if she successfully seized the opportunity to counterattack the nine sword intents, the point on the tip of the spear was enough to make the sword in Nie Lingbo's hand tremble continuously, and he almost couldn't hold it in, and half of his arm was in a state of paralysis.

"Sister is such a strong power!" Nie Lingbo retreated more than ten steps in succession to dissolve this terrifying divine power. But as soon as the voice fell, the sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and turned into countless pieces of fragments in a whine.

Nie Lingbo was speechless for a long time. The sword in her hand was already a half-step holy soldier and had been sacrificed by herself for many years. However, she didn't want to be destroyed by the Wuji Spike just by just a collision. It can be seen how terrifying the Wuji Spike in Zhan Ping'an's hand is.

However, Zhan Ping'an was not surprised by this. The spear tip of the Wuji Spike was made of a green copper rust cloud-patterned spear derived from the ancient bronze tree tower. That thing must have something to do with the Great Saint of the Heavens. No matter what weapon it is, as long as you dare to collide with it head-on, there is nothing that cannot be broken.

Of course, Su Yang's all are not counted as swords. This thing has no blade, and it can turn everything into blades, so even if it is broken by the Wuji Spear, it is useless. As long as you think of it, you can generate another blade.

Therefore, Zhan Ping'an had long expected that Zhan Ping'an's sword would be destroyed. He took out something without saying a word and threw it to Nie Lingbo, and said, "Don't say I bullied you, this is something he specially created for you."

Nie Lingbo raised his hand to grab the thing Zhan Ping'an threw, and found that it was just an exquisite sword hilt, with a black base and bright red tangled. The scarlet sword spike looked so comfortable.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Nie Lingbo felt the comfortable feel that seemed to be tailor-made for her, and a little enlightenment arose in his heart. The sword intent in his body was spitting out slightly, and an extremely sharp sword edge came out.

"He, he still knows me so well!" Nie Lingbo murmured softly in a voice that he could only hear, and the exquisite face under the mask had already appeared faintly in his mind.

"The sword is called "all the sword", which transforms all things into sword blades with the meaning of no blade." Zhan Ping'an said with great emotion, and said with a little deeper meaning: "And there is another sword in his hand, which also transforms all things into sword blades with the meaning of no blade."

"Everything is for swords, all for swords..." Nie Lingbo continued to murmur softly, with a deep sense of happiness in his words, and said, "This is indeed his character, and I am not surprised at all."

Zhan Ping'an didn't mean to continue talking. He threw the spear in his hand and shouted coldly: "Low, let me test whether you are qualified to use it as a sword!"

"It is my sword, the only sword!" Nie Lingbo saw no fear, his words were filled with unquestionable firmness, and then an astonishing sword intent burst out and took the initiative to attack Zhan Ping'an.

Yes, since the war started, Nie Lingbo has always been passive, just like her personality, not provoking or taking the initiative.

But as everyone is holding the sword in her hand, Nie Lingbo felt the deep love that Su Yang conveyed through this sword, she finally turned passive into activeness, as if responding to something.

That’s right, Nie Lingbo has always had a weak personality because of his clear sword-like mind.

This does not mean that Nie Lingbo will not be impulsive, but her indifferent state of mind is hard to be shaken. Su Yang happens to be the only one, and he is also the only one in Nie Lingbo's life who is willing to give everything, pursue it on his own initiative, and has never regretted it.

Sword of Love!

I saw Nie Lingbo regards love as his sword blade, and a sword intent of the most love is transformed from the sword.

As this extremely emotional sword intent appeared, Nie Lingbo suddenly seemed to put down some burden, and a little enlightenment arose in his heart, integrating all his feelings and longing for Su Yang into this sword.

Only by being extreme in love can one be extreme in swords!

At this moment, Nie Lingbo understood everything. Her love, her sword, and everything about her will be presented in the most brilliant way in this sword.

Ah, this sword is so beautiful!

Ah, why do I cry?

Ah, I miss him (her) so much!

Ah, when did I forget him (her)?

I don’t know when, but everyone who saw this sword suddenly felt a love string in their hearts, which was thrust hard, causing the feeling that had been buried for a long time to burst out like a tsunami.

For a moment, in the audience, some people were crying and annoyed that they had separated from her (him) from the beginning; some people beat their heads and chests, regretting that they had not protected him (her); some people howled and cried, and seemed to give up too much in order to pursue the way of heaven; some people even held each other tightly and hugged each other, and they were happy at this moment because he (her) was still by their side.

The feelings of countless people were stirred up by Nie Lingbo's sword, and the feelings were like a tide, crying, roaring, smiling, and happiness.

All kinds of emotions permeated, and even forgot the struggle, and forgot the wonderful battle between the two girls in front of me.

Just the audience can have such a deep feeling; as an opponent, her situation will inevitably not be calm when facing Zhan Ping'an directly in front of this sword.

I saw Nie Lingbo, like a banished immortal in the sky, presenting all his feelings perfectly in this sword, and leaping at Zhan Ping'an with a sword, just like a flying immortal coming from the sky.

Before the love sword arrived, emotions were already gushing like a tide.

I don’t know when, maybe when I was fighting together, maybe when I was desperate to devote myself to the Three Thousand Worlds, or maybe when I spent countless happy times together, that evil laughter, that eternal confidence, and that person who persevered at any time have been deeply imprinted in Zhan Ping'an’s heart.

But he was already moved, but he couldn't do anything.

It's all because she is God, and he is a human.

God and man can never be together, once, now, and the future.

Especially the bloodline of the God of War is already very thin. In order to ensure the continuation of the bloodline, it is even more impossible to unite gods and humans, because it will let down too much hope and is also an infidelity to the entire race.

Therefore, this feeling has been suppressed by Zhan Ping'an in the depths of his heart and has never been revealed.

But can it be resolved by emotional suppression alone?

As the saying goes, things will turn back when extremes are extremes. The deeper the suppression, the deeper the rebound in the future. As time goes by, this relationship will accumulate deeper and deeper, and it has become an irreparable crack.

"Damn it!" Zhan Ping'an let out a painful anger, as if something was defiled in his heart. A sharp breath erupted from the depths of his body, and anger that could not be suppressed was erupting.

"Ah!" Anger and pain were mixed, and Zhan Ping'an's unwilling spear was smashed out. She wanted to break all the constraints, she wanted to smash all obstacles, and she also wanted to completely vent her anger.

boom!

The spear that poured all over his body seemed to hit something hard. At the moment of collision, a huge sword intent suddenly came and rushed into Zhan Ping'an's body like a bamboo shoot.

The blood of God, splashing!

Zhan Ping'an staggered in pain for dozens of steps before he could barely stand firm. He was seriously injured, and she was still a little confused about how he was injured.

Suddenly, Zhan Ping'an seemed to realize something, looked up weakly, and looked at Nie Lingbo who was standing there calmly in the distance. The hand holding the sword fell drop by drop of blood, but he was still very firm.
Chapter completed!
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