The Sword Dynasty

Bai Shanshui glanced at the pale paper flying sword, and said indifferently to Li Yunrui: "He is yours."

Li Yunrui frowned slightly, but said nothing, but nodded slowly.

A proud smile appeared on the corner of Baishanshui's mouth, "Follow me anytime."

Then she turned around.

At the moment she turned around, countless torches lit up in the dark sky, as if the entire edge of the tomb was burning.

In the blazing sea of ​​fire, a cast iron practitioner walked out with a firm and nearly constant pace.

Bai Shanshui laughed and said: "Liang Lian, I was looking for you, but you dare to come to me instead?"

Liang Lian's expression was indifferent, black boots trampled the ground steadily, and the waves under his feet splashed black soil, like blossoming black lotus all the way.

"The ridiculous Qin people are proud." Bai Shanshui looked at Liang Lian, who didn't answer, and mocked more sarcastically: "Even if you are fighting soldiers against soldiers, you will not be qualified, where is Shen Xuan? How dare he dare? Come see me?"

Liang Lian still did not respond. He continued to move forward at a steady pace for dozens of feet, and then calmly extended his right hand.

There was a loud bang between heaven and earth.

An extremely pure breath of mortal creatures permeates many people's perceptions.

A black light, like the extension of his arm, vomited outward, and then formed a straight black sword with a broad black light.

Half of the sword's body is heavy in color, like the black stone on the riverside, and the other half is rippled, like thousands of turbulent waves.

He held his sword across his chest and said indifferently, "Please."

Then he did not have any dull sword.

Massive heaven and earth vitality poured into his natal sword, and a curved river embankment appeared around his body.

The strength exuded by the natal sword in his body and hands is getting stronger and stronger, but this force is always accumulated in the river embankment.

This sword is the strongest form of the coffer sword that he used for Xue Wangxu's time in the past.

The essence of this sword is to keep gaining momentum, and all the forces burst out when the dike breaks.

In the old days, Xue Wangxu responded to this sword with Aries. He didn't let the river embankment burst. Even if it burst, the flood didn't simply pour toward his own side, but collapse toward both sides.

However, in the face of such a sword, Bai Shanshui just smiled more sarcastically, "Use this sword style for me, probably you have forgotten that I am the master of the Yunshui Palace."

She did not preempt the sword, just waited.

Liang Lian raised his eyebrows slightly, the night clouds in the sky were suddenly chaotic, and the sword was ready. The horror roared in front of his body. The invisible embankment burst and a violent and overbearing force burst out and rushed to the body of Bai Shanshui. .

It was just a backlash between the heavens and the earth. The flames ignited on the torches held by all the standing sergeants in the distance behind Liang Lian stretched back at the same time, making a cry.

The strength and momentum of this sword is already perfect, just like it is not human power.

However, in the face of such a sword, Bai Shanshui did not even produce his own sword.

Her left hand stroked in the air.

A few drops of crystal water were sprinkled from her fingertips like crystal pearls, and then turned into a stream of crystal water like ribbons.

These crystal clear waters are extremely small compared with the turbulent turbulent waves coming from the breakwater. However, when the two meet, the turbulent and turbulent turbulent waves can't enter. They spin several feet in front of her.

In front of her, there appeared a huge and whirlpool of water vortex, like a building.

Many Changling practitioners in the dark were silent.

Chen Jianshou's voice sounded at this moment.

The fire on the edge of the Changling Mausoleum did not shine so far. Against the background of the distant fire, the figure of the head of the God Capital Superintendent who was not much exposed in the ordinary days appeared darker and colder, but his expression But still with a sense of unspeakable decadence.

"No one can surpass the Weiyun Water Palace in the past, and now no one can surpass the White House Master."

He looked at Li Yunrui who was watching him, and his voice was low but clear: "But have you ever thought that General Liang has been through a hundred battles, but why should he use such a sword in front of the White House Lord?"

Li Yunrui looked at him calmly and said, "I don't want to, because it's not my business."

At the moment when he spoke the first word, two sword lights that could not be caught by the naked eye flashed in the night between him and Chen Jianshou, and then a dazzling spark burst out.

The two flying swords each burst out of the spark with trembling and fluctuating air waves.

As long as Li Yunrui is distracted and his emotions fluctuated, he may be dead at the moment.

Chen Jianshou frowned deeply.

He determined that this young man who was unknown in Changling was actually a rare enemy in his life.

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The left hand gently touched the room and easily resolved Liang Lian's domineering sword, but Bai Shanshui's brows were also deeply frowned at this time.

She calmed her sneer and disdainful smile, frowning: "Even Xue Xuexu is no match, how could you be so strong?"

Liang Lian looked at the swirling vortex, and there was no other expression on his face except coldness: "Why should I look stronger than Xue Wangxu?"

As he said this sentence, there were several dull and huge explosions between heaven and earth.

The first dull sound like a landmine came from his feet.

The tough black leather boots worn by his feet exploded into countless pieces, and the wet and soft soil in the reeds became more than the bluestone road of Changling with the hammering of the terrorist power contained in his feet Hard and firm.

Even if his feet were like iron, flesh and blood burst with the force, and many bright red blood beads spattered.

Two crimson footprints appeared under him, and his body had traversed the space directly, appearing behind the swirling vortex.

The natal sword in his right hand pierced the swirling vortex straight, but the second dull loud noise came from his hilt.

His left fist hammered hard on his hilt.

A terrifying impact force passed into the sword body along the hilt.

The wavy runes on his half-life sword were as if flying out, rushing forward along the domineering sword intention.

The third dull roar sounded without interruption.

A vortex as tall as a building collapsed instantly.

Countless waves of water turned into countless swords, squeezing the air in front, pressing against the white mountains and water like mountains and walls.

In front of the white mountains and rivers are swords.

Ten thousand swords filled the sky before her.

However, the most terrifying thing is that the rune between these swords faded, like a dark shore stone sword.

Tens of thousands of water swords traveled through the air, and the heaven and earth vitality generated in the sword paths merged into the sword in Liang Lian's hands.

Swords from the white landscape.

The long deep sword in her hands pierced straight forward.

The heaven and earth vitality on the sword flowed wonderfully, only a few feet ahead, and the tens of thousands of water swords in front of her turned into crystal water like melting snow, and then gathered into a wall.

Between her and Liang Lian, a crystal water wall appeared.

There is no change in Liang Lian's face. He still just silently stabs with a sword instead of castration.

The dark sword tip collided with the crystal water wall, and a dull loud noise was heard again. The water wall cracked and spread out. The dark sword tip continued to move forward, and then encountered the dark green sword tip of Baishan Water.

The tip of the sword and the tip of the sword met, and a little starlight ignited, like a tiny star forming.

Liang Lian stopped breathing, bursting out of his tight lips with a muffled sound, his whole body turned black, and a layer of light shining like a sword flashed on his skin, and then his figure stopped.

A wave of air exploded around his body, and the ground waved outwards like ripples.

Bai Shanshui's body flew backwards, wrapped in air waves, hit the ground hard, and then flew into the air like a white stone bullet.

Behind her there were countless cracks.

Countless reeds swaying in the violent wind were crushed by the sword gas poured from her, and the debris flew like snow.

At the moment when he bounced to the ground, Bai Shanshui had controlled his figure. Although his body still flew back, he still maintained a standing posture.

It was just that her squeezed lips were a few lines of blood.

Her face was pale, and the white clothes on her body were extraordinarily white in the night. The bloodline fell on the white clothes, which was extremely dazzling.

Five pale swords and shadows at this time, like wild bees dancing wildly around Li Yunrui's body.

Five cracks appeared on Li Yunrui's robe.

A faint blood line oozed out of the crack.

"So you are so strong."

Chen Jianshou still with a strange sense of decadence, slightly raised his head and said this.

At this time, he didn't know whether he said this to Li Yunrui, who still blocked the blow at this time and suffered only some skin injuries, or to Liang Lian who fought against the white landscape with a sword.

In this voice, Liang Lian still held his sword indifferently, looking at the white landscape in the sky.

Looking at his cold and iron back, all the sergeants in the distance behind him woke up from the strong shock.

They finally understood why their general was still so indifferent and unchanged after losing to Xue Wangxu.

They also finally understood that this general clearly did not appear to be too good among his former colleagues, but survived the few battles that only survived.

Because he was defeated.

The same two swords, but showed a very different power.

General Liang is stronger than many people think.