Yan Xing's knife is very fast, from the draw to the cut, this short period of time almost does not exist.The blade reflected the golden light of the formation in front of the mountain gate, and it cut like a straight golden line.
Lin Yuangui's sword came out of the sheath slowly, the blade body and the sheath intensively collided, and the echo was like a rain shower hitting the dry lotus.When his sword finally came out of the sheath, Yan Xing's knife was just in front of him.
"Zheng--"
The golden thread struck the long sword, and suddenly blew out a tremendous light, and the dead leaves and snow in front of them were all clear.Lin Yuangui stared directly at the dazzling light and followed the posture of drawing a sword, with his wrist slightly raised.
Compared with the heavy water-cutting knife, the new moon sword is even thinner.His sword is not a move.
But Yan Xingfei retreated quickly.A retreat is more than ten feet.
"Zhengzhengzheng--"
At the same time, more than twenty knives flew out of the wrist, and the golden lights lit up one after another.
His robe had touched the stone steps of the mountain gate, and there was no retreat.Ten more knives came out, and the sound of the collision with the sword was dense and sharp.
A total of thirty-six swords finally resolved the opponent's first sword.
Lin Yuangui was still standing on the spot, the robe angle did not move.
Yan Xing's body protector Zhenyuan was split by Jian Qi, and he was scattered.And his chest was disgusted, his throat was sweet and unbearable, and he sipped blood on the ground.
The previous ideas about this battle were nullified at the moment Lin Yuan returned the sword.
He didn't know how strong the opponent was, just like he didn't know how strong the brother was.
As just now, the other party just had to pull the sword out of the sheath, and smoothly picked off a long-awaited knife.
Even without a sword and a moon on the traversing mountain, Qingli Wanli, any move'Qingyun Chuxiu', can beat him like a dog.
Faced with this situation for another person, most of them will be desperate.What's more, Lin Yuangui's second sword has already started, and in the distance, the jackdaw flies, and the dead branches beside him break down.In the more than ten years under the Cangya Mountain, they are shrouded in a sharp sword, like an overwhelming net.
Yan Xing vomited blood and wiped the corners of his mouth with his back.Don't retreat, avoid the knife again.
This knife has no golden light, nor is it too fast, because he no longer takes advantage of the power of the mountain guard.
The gusty wind rises from the ground, and the remaining snow and wild grass is crushed into powder and raised up, but it retreats by itself wherever the blade is.An absolute vacuum was formed in front of Yan Xing, and he cut through the passage in Lin Yuangui's net.
Water-cutting knife and Shuo Yuejian meet for the second time!
The general sword intention of the woven net quickly gathered together, Lin Yuan returned to the wrist to press the sword, and Wan Jun's strength rushed along the intersection of the sword and the sword.
It is a ritual for him to let the opponent shoot first.It is respect now to go all out.
The ground at the foot of Yanxing trembles, sinks three inches, the gravel falls, and the cobwebs generally crack deep gaps.Jian Qi was pressed down by the blade, just like the entire Hengduan Mountain was pressed on the wrist. The wrist bones were overwhelmed and made a crisp cracking sound.
"boom--"
The whole line of Yanxing's broken kite generally flew backwards, and the ground was smashed into a deep pit, and the smoke was filled.
He also had two broken ribs, and the coughed blood was mixed with organ fragments, covered with dust and blood.With a knife on the ground, he did not kneel on the ground.The remaining sword energy raged in his spiritual veins, and there was sharp bone pain.
Can't help soberly realizing that what can be done with a knife to cut off the water, the person opposite is not the water, but the mountain.
Harden steel, unattainable.
Then he tore off his torn robe with his left hand and tied it flexibly around his right wrist.Tighten the knife handle tightly with your wrist.After completing this action, he was sweating and his face was pale and bloodless.
The True Element in the body began to burn wildly, and his eyes were as bright as fire. The sword gas in the Spirit Vessel was temporarily suppressed, and Yan Xing rose again!
The battlefield between Jun Yu and Yu Shi is above him, and the magnificent mountain gate is behind him.
How can I retreat.
*******
In the turbulent sea of clouds, Yu Shi stood up, his expression was very indifferent.
"After tonight, there will be no more inheritance of the guardian storm."
Just thinking about this made him very happy.
He will kill Jun Yu, and several others will die in the hands of Moxiu, or in front of Cangya Mountain, no different.In his view, Duan Chongxuan's identity is special, and now he inherits the Hokuriku Lineage.
Wei Jingfeng's brilliance in the past, but the meteor is fleeting, and even a legacy cannot be left after death. Who will remember a sword saint after thousands of years?It's really happy.
Wei Jingfeng Zhang Kuang I was always scolding the world, really retribution.
Yu Shi thought, for this day, it is also worthwhile to be enchanted by the Tao.
As night fell, the phantom of Baopu Bagua sword continued to expand until it covered half of the sky, just like the ancient giant beast that ate people in the dark.In contrast, the golden light of Hushan's large array is somewhat overshadowed.
Chunshan Xiao felt the killing intention of the other party, buzzing and shaking in Jun Yu's hands.
They stood still in the cloud.
Such a level of battle goes far beyond the concept of martial arts moves.Just as Rong Zhuo pointed a finger on the Hengduan Mountains, he became a sea of blood.Yu Shi's gossip sword is also everywhere in the Yunhai.Without Junyu and Hushan's large array of barriers, this overwhelming sense of silence would be enough to collapse the six peaks of Cangya Mountain.
Jun Yu faced the square and felt this terrible power.
Chunshan smiled in his hand, fighting each other on the top of the Cangya, fighting thousands of swords.
Yu Shi thought, but it was just a Mahayana pinnacle. No matter how great the fighting power is, how can he survive the sky?There is a difference of five hundred years in monasticism between them, and it is more than the gap in the natural chasm.
Unless the opponent can break through Yasheng overnight, this kind of battle is meaningless, just the difference in the length of support.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing, "Even if you haven't been through the robbery, there is no difference between the old man and the saint."
He got a secret way to increase his strength in a short time, as one of the exchange conditions for cooperation with Rong Zhuo.Yu Shi is confident that if Wei Jingfeng is still in the world at this time, he can cut the opponent under the sword.
Jun Yu seriously corrected him, "Not a saint, but a pseudo-holy."
There is no sarcasm to refute, and the tone is calm, as if just stating the facts.
This was the first sentence he said tonight, and his words were like swords, which made the cold-hearted Yasheng Peak also angry.
Yu Shi said coldly, "Find death."
The huge Baopu Bagua sword virtual shadow quickly solidified, breaking through the clouds and stabbing Junyu.
******
With the exception of the Dao-Meng war millions of years ago, no war can surpass tonight, whether it is the scope of the war or the cultivation of the participants.On the five continents, tenth* practitioners are fighting or on their way to the battlefield.In the tragic bloody sacrifice, the night seemed extraordinarily long.
Yin Biyue was in front of the Changyuan Temple, and he played with the twelve demon powerhouses from the day, until the night came.The Changyuan Temple does not know what structure it is, what strange materials are used, and no matter how sharp the sword and the powerful attack, it will only leave a shallow score.
However, there is no snow and dry grass in the surrounding area, only the bottomless cracks are scattered and crisscross, showing the fierce battle situation.
Yin Biyue was only slightly injured, but his face was bloodless, his expression was tired, and his sword was not as accurate as before.In fact, he was able to stand up to the present under such siege, and he only slightly showed the fatigue of the subsequent weakness. In the eyes of those who are strong in the magic road, it is already incredible combat power.
After all, they have long dominated one side in the East, and their cultivation experience and combat experience should be far superior to this young man.Now that twelve people are injured, they waited until the other showed fatigue.Rumor has it that the sword saints are the best at widowing the enemies, and beating the weak to the strong.
Yin Biyue's sword rushed like cold water, majestic.It's just that Yuan Yuan is not good, and he is half an inch to the right, and Jian Qi passes by his opponent.He missed the sword and opened the door behind him.
Rare flaws, a chance to kill each other, are fleeting and can't allow much thought.
The orientation of the twelve people changed rapidly, and the five of the strongest people went all out. They took their palms decisively and scrupulously.As long as the rest of the people can contain Yin Biyue, the battle will end.
"boom--"
The earth trembles in the dark night, and the tide-like magic breath envelops the earth and dust.
However, the expected scenario did not appear. Instead, the voice of the sharp blade piercing the skin was extremely clear and harsh.
The moment when the five attacked and failed, the heart screamed badly, and suddenly the heart was cold, and the severe pain spread.It was even too late to turn around, maintaining an unbelievable look and slumping down to the ground.
Yin Biyue emerged from the back of the five people, and the remaining sword qi ran wildly, and the whole person was placed in the rolled dust.The Thunder succeeded, he no longer loves to fight, taking advantage of Xu Yi's interval has protruded the encirclement, and ran away in the direction of Tongtian Xuefeng.
The situation is changing too fast, and those who are alive cannot believe it either.In such a fierce battle, the opponent's gas machine is locked in death, how to get out of it, and cut out such a swift sword to complete the anti-kill?
Yin Biyue has appeared in dozens of miles away in a blink of an eye, and his figure is only a flash, and when it appears again, he has reached the foot of Xuefeng!
He was the fastest man to step in the mountains and rivers, and he did not show half a point in several dangerous situations in the battle.Just to wait until the moment, just kill five people with a sword, and then get out of the trap.This is much faster than his individual breaks, but only requires more patience and endurance.
His whole body was violently output, like to burn the soul veins, almost at the speed of breaking through the space, rushing through the twelve sentries in succession, rushing to the snow peak!
The demon powerhouses who are chasing behind him are even more shocked than before-they should also rush out of the snowfield to escape, even if the main palace of the Golden Palace is not present, Tongtian Xuefeng is not good.Not only the disciples of the Golden Palace, but also the Demon Array that protects the mountain on the snow peak.What is the difference from the self-launched net?
Is this man running astray, or is he completely mad?!