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They collided with each other, and the endless stream of swords filled the sky, fighting one by one, and annihilated invisibly at the same time.

The young man blocked Chunjun's murderous intentions and stood in front of her.

"Chun Jun, your opponent is me." The young man looked at Chun Jun with a mysterious smile and said.

"Who are you?" Chun Jun asked coldly, shocked in the bottom of his heart.

"You should know who I am. After all, in this world, only I am your real enemy of fate."

"You are Rahu? Sword Demon Luohu?" Chunjun asked in surprise.

"Yes, I am Luo Hu."

Hearing that the man admitted his identity, Chunjun's heart was shocked again, and a sense of sadness gushed out.

Everything has both yin and yang, but the sword does not distinguish between yin and yang.

Although the sword does not distinguish between Yin and Yang, it distinguishes between good and evil.

The sword spirit is good, the sword demon is evil, Chunjun and Luohu are the real enemies of fate.

Now that Luo Hu appeared, Chunjun knew that even if he tried his best, he could no longer intervene in the battle between Murong Yuanrui and Lu Chunyang.

Because Luo Hu can perfectly reproduce all her sword-shaped trajectories, and can also penetrate all her thoughts, pinning her down tightly.

Thinking of this, Chun Jun's eyes shed tears.

She doesn't worry about her own life and death, the reason she shed tears is because she has failed her status as a disciple of the Demonic Dao.

Disciple of the Demon Dao, eternal red.But even if Chunjun desperately falls, he will no longer be able to protect the mistress and the children in Murong Yuanrui's womb.

"The sword is the most ruthless thing in the world. Do you know that tears are the greatest insult to the sword." Luo Hu said coldly.

"Hehe, the sword is ruthless, and the magic way is pure and ruthless. Let's fight, today either you die or I die!"

After finishing speaking, Chunjun directly manifested into a chaotic giant sword, and slashed towards Luohu himself.

And after Luo Hu encouraged to dodge several times, he also turned into a pitch-black giant sword, and fought with Chun Jun at the very top of the sky.

The sword spirit and the sword demon each manifested as the purest sword body.

Above the nine heavens, sword qi crisscrossed...

Murong Yuanrui lost his mind, the power of the chaotic divine light plummeted one after another, and the vitality in his body was also speeding up.

One ebbs and another, Chaos Divine Light is no longer able to compete with the edge of Absolute Beginning Sword Intent.

"God of War, this is the end of your journey to the ancient God Realm, and I will be crowned king." Lu Chunyang sternly said while unleashing the Sword Intent of Absolute Beginning frantically.

"Lu Chunyang, you love swords and become crazy, and you have fallen into a demon. If you become the ancient god king, you will be the biggest sinner among all living beings."

"Joke, I was born for the sword, what is my crime?" Lu Chunyang asked with a sneer.

Seeing that Lu Chunyang was stubborn, Murong Yuanrui let out a sigh.

Gather your spiritual thoughts and make the last resistance.

She promised never to give up, so even though she knew she would die under Lu Chunyang's sword, she persisted until the end.

Finally, the sword glow shattered the Chaos Divine Light.

The next moment, the sword energy exploded, and Murong Yuanrui's body was directly sent flying by the sword energy, bleeding all over his body, and a blood rain fell in the air.

Blood rained, and Murong Yuanrui's beautiful face was full of guilt.

She does not mourn her own death, only the unborn baby in her womb.

Fate gave her them as gifts, but she didn't even give them a chance to see the world.

Lu Chunyang did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but was suspended in the air watching Murong Yuanrui fall downwards little by little.

This single sword almost killed all of Murong Yuanrui's vitality, and now he just wants to watch Murong Yuanrui die in despair.

Murong Yuanrui fell to the ground like a dead leaf.

The earth is cold, and the sky is dark.

She heard the cries of the War God Clan, the cheers of the Sword God Clan, and the battle between the Sword Spirit and the Sword Demon above the Nine Heavens.

Suddenly, a piece of ice fell on her cheeks.

She opened her tired eyes and found that the sky was covered with snowflakes at some point.

At the end of her life, she didn't know whether the appearance of snowflakes came from her illusion.

It wasn't until she heard a roar that contained endless sadness that she realized that all this was not an illusion.

The moon is cold and the mountains are cold, and the cold river is green. Who will the shadow go to?

On the ten thousand-zhang ice cliff, snow lotus flowers fall, and the pieces are like a rain of stars.

Listen to who, Luyan flute pipe, mossy fingers, few play new songs.

The figure is fat and thin, the jade toad is round and short, and Kunlun is snowing for thousands of years.

Xie Lan, you are finally here...

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Chapter 597 How Much Love and Hate

I fly thousands of miles away and never stop to rest, even so, when I came to Yuan Rui's side, what I saw was still the scene that broke my heart the most.

How much love and hate, the moment of life and death.

I can't imagine how the rest of my life should be spent if I'm just a moment late.

Murong, Murong will always be in my heart.

When I noticed that the Primordial God Realm was shrouded in darkness in the void of the universe, I knew something was wrong.

Because I know that Murong Yuanrui will only bring dawn to the ancient God Realm, and will never open Eternal Night.

Besides her, it can only be Lu Chunyang.

No one understands the power of the sword better than me. The sword is born when yin and yang meet, between morning and evening.

One sword is bright, one sword is dark.