With the roar of the northern ghost emperor, all the sand in the hundreds of miles shook, and a huge dust ripple centered on the northern ghost emperor, and suddenly spread around him.

At this moment, he was no longer the half-dead innkeeper, but the northern god who had broken the name of the fierce.

The northern ghost emperor snorted and suddenly spit out a white long practice from his mouth.

This is the swordless spirit that Gong Sun Zhongmou broke into his body nine years ago.

There is no sword, can be gathered, the gathering is like a long practice, scattered like cattle, shooting for agglomeration, into the body is scattered, hidden between the five internals and hundreds of bones, every time, life is better than death.

On weekdays, half of the cultivation of the northern ghost emperor is used to suppress this sword-free spirit, so the strength that can be exposed is just a realm of ghosts and immortals, and now he no longer suppresses, but uses all his own cultivation, at the cost of ignoring the internal wounds, forcibly expels the non-living sword spirit in the body and returns to the realm of immortality.

The seven tips of the northern ghost emperor are constantly flowing out of blood, and even the pores on the skin continue to seep blood outward, between breaths, blood soaked in clothes, the whole person is already a blood person.

At this time, his internal organs have also been fragmented, in other words, if there are no other unexpected circumstances, he will not live long.

Zhiyun saw this behind-the-scenes face pale, subconsciously pulling the sleeves of Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou took her hand and gently comforted her: "This treasurer is looking at the intimidating, has not yet done to tossing himself half dead, thinking that it is not a clever means, it is estimated that he can't carry a master's sword."

After a while, he whispered, “This man is the great deacon of the town’s temple, but what he does is like an evil spirit.”They say that the sword is a demon, but the ancestors of the great-grandson are more like the truth, why is this?"

Xu Beiyou thought about it and replied, “Is it not a demon, not defined by its actions, but defined by success or failure?”Master they lost, so they are evil spirits, and the Daomen won, and that is the fairy."

The cloud seems to understand.

Xu Beiyou continued: "Sir, the things in the world, only the word fame and money, is nothing more than a king's defeat."Take Emperor Xiao, for example, if he had failed to start the army, the world was still the emperor of Da Zheng, then he was the traitor of Da Zheng, but he succeeded, and the world was replaced by him, so he was the emperor of the wise and powerful, and the emperor of Zheng, who said that he was not counted, became a faint-hanging emperor.

Very childish dialogue, knowing the cloud after a very painstaking thought for a while, finally no longer faint, this never contact with the road of the evil path, began to question the past for the first time.

If the lower world is a predator, then the upper world is a king.

Every world is its own rule, but it doesn’t have to be moral.

Morality exists most of the time only in the mouths of saints and victors.

Sun Zhongmou looked at the young men and women who were whispering in their eyes, and suddenly there was a certain vicissitudes.

Xu Bei's lobbying is obvious, he naturally understands all of them from the high valve and has been accustomed to family fighting since childhood, and he has a deeper understanding than Xu Beiyou.But at this moment, he suddenly remembered his brother, the Gongsun Bo character who bowed for the sake of his family.

The brother lost a life for the family of the father-in-law.

He could not keep his grandson’s house.

Shame on the ancestors.

The most guilty, my brother.

Sun Zhongmou slowly removed his eyes, his face calm, and indifferent to the shocking scene in front of him.

Years of experience, not only his hair full of hair dyed white frost, but also let him break the world's red dust.Without the sadness and joy of his own body, he saw too much, and he was destined to be difficult to shake his heart.

After standing next to Gongsun Zhongmou, Xu Beiyou comforted the cloud, subconsciously looked at Master, and then suddenly found that there was no time when there was a sword in Master's waist.

This is a long black sword, from the hilt to the sword sheath are full of deep luster, and the hanging posture is not hanging sideways between the waist, but tilted out of a near-vertical angle with the ground, almost integrated with the black robe of Gongsun Zhongmou.

Xu Beiyou can be sure that this is not the sword he saw ten years ago, and the sword should still be sleeping in the box behind Master.

Xu Beiyou suddenly remembered that he had heard Master mention that Master had taken two of the twelve swords from the sword, one of which was Tianlan, and now in his own hands, then the sword should be another.

Gong Sun Zhongmou felt the eyes of the apprentice, did not care about the strong enemy pressing in front of him, but slightly sideways, softly said: "After a while I will come out of a sword, is the sword thirteen, you look at it carefully."

Xu Beiyou was at a loss, then blessed to the heart, understood the meaning of Master's words, really closed his eyes, and felt it with his heart.

It is also in this short few breaths, the northern ghost emperor has recklessly repaired himself to the top of the peak, almost reached the peak of the human fairy, and is only one step away from the legendary realm of the fairy.

I don't know if it is because of the rise of their own cultivation, at this time the northern ghost emperor in the face of Gong Sun Zhongmou, but there is no previous fear mentality, because of fear and anger has gradually disappeared, and finally only the most boneful resentment.

He was already as thin as a leather bag bone, and at this time, the five senses were squeezed together because of the twisted face, more like a Hades.

The northern ghost emperor said, “Son Zhongmou, today I am dead, and I will drag you to hell with you.”“

The five fingers of the slender Gongsun Zhonglong were successively closed on the hilt of the waist, and said plainly: "According to the rules of the sword, I let you know that you died under the sword."Remember, this sword is called occult.”

The northern ghost emperor no longer said more, just stretched out his right hand, the whole palm made the bones of the khat burst sound, suddenly ten times larger, the back of the hand and the five fingers are constantly scaly born, the five nails soared to three inches long, dark black front.

This is not like the palm of a man's hand, but more like the claws of the ancient beast.

The northern ghost emperor waved his half-human right hand and smiled: "Although the magic door's yuan butchering means can't see the light, but killing people is very useful, Gong Sun Zhongmou, I will use Yuan Tu to pry out your five organs and six organs later."

The end of the wooden jade back to withdraw a dozen feet, away from the "people" more and more do not touch the northern ghost emperor, the eyes cold.

Once the sword father, now the sword master, the town of the devil's head list ranked second, for him, the Gongsun Zhongmou is a big fish, big fish can not be big, but unfortunately it is too big, not he can eat alone, even a careless to be pulled into the water by this big fish.

What a pity.

The Lord looked at him and looked at him.

This eye makes the end of the wood jade like an ice cellar, and the blood of the whole body almost solidifies at this moment.

Can the eyes kill?

For the public Sun Zhongmou, who is also proficient in the sword in the Pussy, the eyes can be a sword, and naturally he can kill, but he did not "see" the younger generation of the endwood family, which seemed to be disdainful, and it seemed that he did not want to provoke too much unnecessary trouble.

Gong Sun Zhongmou slowly drew the sword out of the sheath and whispered: "The family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs can not be reached by three feet of greenness, in the end, but the matter of a sword."

The dark basil body seems to be fully integrated into the night.

The Sun-sung made his way forward lightly.

At this moment, the wind and sand of the hundred miles of square are still, the clouds in the inn are still, the headless treasurer lady's body is still, the clouds with closed eyes and eyes are still standing, the pale and gloomy end of the wood is still, and the little girl in red clothes who is coming here is standing still.

Only the sword in the hands of Gongsun Zhongmou, and the northern ghost emperor who is only one step away from the realm of the earth fairy.

However, at this time, the northern ghost emperor's movement was also extremely slow, feeling the great danger, he opened his mouth and roared, unable to say whether it was despair or anger, and scolded: "Go to your mother's grand master, where is the sword thirteen?"It's a twenty-three sword!"

The granddaughter did not speak.

In fact, the first half of the sword is indeed the sword twenty-three, killing.

But the second half of the sword, is the real sword thirteen, to save people.

Under the first half of the sword, the whole person of the northern ghost emperor directly burst apart, and his whole body was repaired to form a land dragon coil that was successively connected, several times more fierce than the storm just now, sweeping countless sandstones, and the gandu Mun Inn was shaky.

Under the second half of the sword, this cross-section of the land dragon roll was directly divided into two, and it has slowly dissipated between heaven and earth before it is raging.

The sword is nine.

Even the thick dark clouds in the sky were scattered by the sword, revealing the moon.

The moon is shining on the earth, and it is spectacular.

Unfortunately, apart from a few people, no one else can see this scene.

Xu Beiyou suddenly opened his eyes and looked at this scene, suddenly feeling that his lips were a little dry.

You say there are swords in the world.

The Master is the sword.