Chapter 306 Cao Deyong Is Powerless to Save the Situation

Nie Wushuang turned his head.

Cao Deyong looked at him with an apologetic look on his face, but he didn't say anything.

In his opinion, what he did would never be forgiven by Nie Wushuang. After all, he used Nie Wushuang as bait to create an opportunity for Su Yujin to leave the space, and his own life sword rolled Su Yujin out of the space.

Next, his strength was only 60% to 70% of his peak period. In this case, not only could he not send Nie Wushuang out, but he also couldn't protect him from the unknown existence in the secret realm.

He thought Nie Wushuang also understood this.

In this case, it was naturally impossible to forgive him.

Even, it was possible that he would hold a grudge against him.

So, no matter how much he said, it was useless. It would be better to keep silent. As for Nie Wushuang's hatred, let him hate...

Death is imminent, and you don't allow others to vent?

Nie Wushuang met Cao Deyong's gaze, his expression as calm as ever, and there was no anger or hatred in his eyes.

He didn't seem to understand Cao Deyong's behavior.

Or maybe he knows something but doesn't care about it.

The former?

Or the latter?

Cao Deyong couldn't be sure!

If it was the latter, then he would have to look at Nie Wushuang differently. This kind of mentality is not something that young people in their twenties can have. When he was Nie Wushuang's age, he couldn't see it so clearly.

Whether it's doing things or practicing, they are often driven by emotions.

Not only is he not as good as Nie Wushuang, but even Su Yujin, who seems to be ignorant of the world, is not as good as him.

However, Cao Deyong didn't have time to sigh. Soon, his attention was distracted. An extremely terrifying and powerful aura descended.

Nie Wushuang raised his head.

In the void, black lotuses fell, hundreds of them.

Each one contained a terrifying aura, a sharp and crazy aura.

Like a sword that has gone astray, there is a madness in the black lotus that cuts everything and kills everything.

The black lotus dies as soon as it falls to the ground.

Black shadows flashed.

Hundreds of black-clad swordsmen stood silently, like a small forest, surrounding Cao Deyong and Nie Wushuang.

A strange, crazy and powerful aura surged like a tidal wave.

Sword slaves!

Hundreds of sword slaves!

Each sword slave has the cultivation of a Disha Zhenren!

In other words, this sword demon can split into hundreds of strange sword species. If these hundreds of sword species are superimposed, the energy that bursts out can be imagined to be powerful.

Moreover, this sword demon is hidden among these sword slaves.

At this stage, even if Cao Deyong opens fire at full power and spreads the divine thoughts of the Dharma Real Lord, the sword will swim among these black swordsmen like a fish, but there is no way to distinguish the sword demon from the sword slaves.

In other words, he doesn't even know where the real enemy is!

Cao Deyong's face is pale.

Despair?

That's not the case!

The so-called despair is the desire for life.

But the reality was cruel, and he could not see a glimmer of possibility of survival. He lost hope and desire, and only then he called it despair.

However, he did not hold the hope of survival from the beginning.

When Cao Deyong walked out of the secret realm, he gave up the idea of ​​returning to Qixia Sword Sect. He just wanted to burn himself when he died, so that Su Yujin could see clearly that if he could not ascend to the Sword Pavilion and become a sword saint, he would be like him.

One day, he would become nothingness and no longer exist.

However, it seems that the plan can be abandoned now.

After sending Su Yujin away, the two of them will be separated forever and will never meet again.

Now, he just wants to fight a vigorous battle. As a swordsman, dying under the sword is not a kind of happiness!

As for Nie Wushuang?

Cao Deyong did have regrets for him.

However, as a human being, regrets are inevitable.

The world is like this, cruel as a furnace, you can only accept it, you can only resign yourself to your fate, you can only be like a mayfly that lives and dies in the evening...

Like him, he can still fight with a sword!

Nie Wushuang?

He can only be like a candle in the wind, suddenly extinguished.

"Ah!"

Cao Deyong let out a long roar.

He shone brightly again, his whole body was shining, and his figure became crystal clear, like a sharp sword.

Then, the silver-white sword light swept in all directions.

It was as if a hedgehog had ejected all its thorns in an instant, as dense as the arrows shot by thousands of archers.

Facing this powerful sword light, the black-clothed sword slaves stood there with unchanged expressions. Whether they were white-haired old men, strong middle-aged men, young men who had just reached adulthood, or a few women and children, their expressions were exactly the same.

It was like the same person.

At the same time, they drew their swords together.

The black sword energy rose up, seemingly scattered, but there was a cause-and-effect connection between the sword energy and the sword energy.

They were actually a whole.

In fact, it was a sword intention.

It was just disguised as a sunflower shape, seemingly scattered, but only in form, and the spirit was condensed into one.

Therefore, there was no chance of being broken by Cao Deyong's sword light.

It seemed that the bright silver sword light was invincible, and wherever it passed, the black sword energy was broken and dissipated, and it seemed to have the upper hand.

However, this was not the case.

Even if Cao Deyong burned his life and burst out all his fighting power, the sword light would eventually be like the tide, rising and then ebbing, and the power would always have an end. Before the decline, the sword light could not dispel the black sword intent that seemed to be scattered but actually condensed into one.

When it rolled back like the tide, the black sword intent followed closely.

The impact caused by the sword light was just to break and shatter dozens of black-clothed sword slaves, but this was only a small part of the hundreds of sword slaves.

Less than one-tenth!

"Hahaha..."

Cao Deyong laughed loudly.

At first, this laughter was mixed with reluctance and anger, but later, it was only relief and calm...

He gave up!

He just watched the black sword energy form a group of twisted and changing black smoke like a living being rolling towards him.

Now, his own flying sword should roll Su Yujin to break through the void and appear in Tiandu Mountain.

Tianxing Sword Gate

As long as Su Yujin follows the guidance of his natal flying sword and goes to the Tianxing Sword Gate.

The Tianxing Sword Saint of the Sword Pavilion will be alarmed and will come here in a moment, and will definitely be able to kill the Sword Demon with his sword.

Although, he can't see it!

The next moment, Cao Deyong wanted to burn his soul completely.

Inspire the fire in his heart to burn his soul and body to ashes, so as not to fall into the hands of the Sword Demon, be buried with a strange sword seed by him, and become a sword slave who has lost his self-will.

Just as he was about to do this, a figure appeared in front of him.

With his hands on his chest, his expression was grim.

"Nie Feng?"

Cao Deyong exclaimed.

In Cao Deyong's view, the previous confrontation between him and the Sword Demon could not tolerate bystanders at all, just like the fight between gods and mortals, the aftermath of the battle would definitely crush Nie Wushuang completely and turn him into nothingness.

However...

Who is this person in front of him?

Illusion?