The sword light struck, and the world mourned. I only have one finger. One side lives, one dies. Life and death became a calamity.
Point!
Liu Weishuang was silent!
At that moment, all the sadness in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by shock.
He had seen Yang Xuan attack twice, and also saw Yang Xuan use his Dao of Life and Death twice. This was the third time.
However, it was different this time.
If the power of life and death the previous two times was just power, then this time, it had really become Dao. The Dao of Life and Death.
With one finger, it was either life or death. It was his choice.
Not only was Liu Weishuang shocked, but even Yue Qianlou's crazy eyes, which had not changed since the beginning, also changed.
He was crazy, no doubt.
However, at the same time, he was also a master of martial arts.
When Yang Xuan pointed his finger, the madness in his eyes actually disappeared for a moment, and there was a moment of clarity.
"I …" He opened his mouth and said one word, but in the next moment, it was replaced by madness again. "… want you to die."
When the word "die" came out, the sky changed color.
All of a sudden, there was a hint of madness in all of the sword lights.
Despair due to sadness, madness due to despair.
Liu Weishuang's face was pale, and she was even afraid. She retreated again, far away.
However, in the next moment, he regretted it because he did not retreat far enough.
Like a small boat in a storm, Liu Weishuang was sucked into the endless explosion of power without any resistance.
In just a moment, he vomited blood and was seriously injured. His whole body was thrown far away, and he could not control himself.
Yang Xuan's Dao of Life and Death and Yue Qianlou's Sword of Despair intertwined, forming a huge net between heaven and earth. Everything under the net was turned into ashes.
When Liu Weishuang finally stabilized her body and looked over again, her eyes were instantly filled with fear. Even her body was slightly trembling.
At that moment, how could he not understand? Not to mention Yue Qianlou, even Yang Xuan could kill him with a snap of his fingers. Moreover, he could not resist at all.
How could he be so powerful? How could he improve so quickly?
Liu Weishuang couldn't help but ask in her heart.
Yang Xuan's strength made him feel as if his worldview had collapsed in an instant, shattering into pieces that he could no longer pick up.
Yue Qianlou's tattered clothes fluttered in the wind. Yang Xuan's life and death energy invaded his body and wreaked havoc.
However, as the power of life and death wreaked havoc, the madness on his face actually disappeared completely, and a clear look appeared in his eyes.
"Where … am … I?" He let out a hoarse voice that echoed between heaven and earth.
However, this voice could only be heard by Yang Xuan.
A strange look appeared in Yang Xuan's eyes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Why did you kill Littleflower?"
"Who is Little Blossom?" Yue Qianlou's face was filled with confusion as he looked at Yang Xuan.
"That day in Tang City, there was a little girl in red!" Yang Xuan's voice penetrated through life and death, through sorrow and despair, and directly entered Yue Qianlou's ears.
"I didn't …" Yue Qianlou's hoarse voice was heard, but in the next moment, he suddenly stopped. Immediately after, madness and bloodlust filled his eyes again.
"Ah, my head hurts!"
At this moment, Yue Qianlou's eyes had completely turned red, and an extremely bloodthirsty murderous intent shot out from his eyes.
"I … I killed her!"
Yue Qianlou's crazy voice echoed in all directions. He was panting heavily, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Even the corner of his eyes had blood flowing out.
Immediately after, a stronger sword intent than before radiated from his body, causing his entire body to seem to have turned into a sword, a crazy and desperate sword.
The sword was unsheathed, and the murderous intent filled the world.
Madness, despair.
Yue Qianlou had completely gone crazy. At this moment, he had lost all of his self-awareness and had turned into a lunatic who only knew how to kill.
Yang Xuan didn't say anything else. He knew that he couldn't get any more information out of Yue Qianlou. The only thing left was to fight.
Fight!
Yue Qianlou had already turned into a crazy and bloodthirsty giant sword, and his entire body was charging towards him.
This was a completely crazy sword. This was a sword that had completely abandoned itself. This sword was the pinnacle of the Way of the Sword.
Boom!
A loud sound that only Yang Xuan could hear entered his ears. A mysterious feeling surged in Yang Xuan's heart, causing him to immediately understand what had happened.
The Sound of the Great Way!
Yue Qianlou's sword had actually triggered the Rules of Heaven and Earth and produced the Sound of the Great Way.
After taking a deep breath, a long sword appeared in Yang Xuan's hand again.
However, this time, it wasn't one sword, but two. The red long sword in his left hand was blazing with flames, and the Ice Blade in his right hand was shining with ice crystals.
In the next moment, Yang Xuan appeared in the air, and attacked from both sides, directly slashing down on the giant sword that Yue Qianlou had transformed into.
Liu Weishuang was stunned.
In her eyes, after Yang Xuan leaped into the air and slashed down with both swords, the sky behind Yang Xuan suddenly turned into two colors.
The left side of his body turned completely red, and the sky was filled with flames that burned wildly. On the other hand, the right side of his body turned completely white, and it was a world of ice and snow that froze everything.
In front of Yang Xuan, an incomparably huge sword of water and fire descended from the sky. On the blade, the power of water and fire intertwined, fighting and fusing.
However, this wasn't the end. In the next moment, two different types of power emerged from this incomparably huge sword of water and fire. They were life and death!
Abyss of suffering, living a life worse than death!
After a short entanglement, the four types of power finally fused together, and directly slashed down on Yue Qianlou.
Time stopped, and everything stopped.
There was no sound, and it was as if everything in the world had strangely stopped at this moment.
After an unknown period of time, there was suddenly a soft sound.
Following that soft sound, Yue Qianlou's right arm suddenly left his body and fell to the ground. Blood splattered all over the sky.
Liu Weishuang's gaze followed Yue Qianlou's right arm until it fell to the ground and made a soft sound.
The sound was very soft, but it was like a sudden clap of thunder that exploded in Liu Weishuang's heart.
His eyes were filled with intense disbelief, followed by shock, fear, panic, and helplessness.
This was a right hand. It was Yue Qianlou's right hand. It was the right hand of Sword Saint Yue Qianlou, who was ranked fifth on the Ranking List of Young Men. It was Yue Qianlou's Dao.
Yang Xuan had cut off Yue Qianlou's right hand, and cut off his Dao.
Dao Breaker!
Liu Weishuang saw Yang Xuan's Dao Breaker once again.
However, this time, it was different because this was Sword Saint Yue Qianlou's Dao.
Yue Qianlou's face was pale, and the large amount of blood loss made him a little unsteady. However, after his right arm was cut off by Yang Xuan, his eyes regained their clarity, and the madness completely disappeared.
The aura on his body was rapidly fading, and in just a moment, he had fallen to the level of an ordinary person at the Ninth Heaven of the Human Dao.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at the broken arm on the ground as if he was thinking about something.
After a long while, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale face. In that smile, there seemed to be relief and calmness.
Then, he raised his head and his gaze fell on Yang Xuan, quietly looking at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan didn't move, and the two long swords in his hands had already disappeared. The power of water and fire, life and death, had also completely dissipated without a trace.
"Thank you!"
Yue Qianlou turned around and said. His voice was very soft, so soft that only Yang Xuan could hear it. Then, he slowly left. From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at the broken arm on the ground again.
Yang Xuan didn't say anything. After Yue Qianlou left, his gaze fell on the broken arm on the ground. After a long silence, he suddenly smiled.
Then, the broken arm began to dissipate, and in its place, a large number of black shadows emerged from the broken arm.
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