This place is very close to the cloud-turning chariot, and the hill next to it is only thirty feet high. Xuanyuan Yiren made a leap and reached the top of the hill, and then the scene below came into view.
Immediately, the pupils of those almond-shaped eyes shrank. Dazed and stunned, he froze in place. For a moment, she forgot how to react. In her field of vision at this moment, she could only see the dazzling and stunning sword in the distance, and the person who was calm and confident, as elegant as an immortal!
The sword shadow is only three feet, and the sword energy is only seven feet. But when the sword slashed down, it seemed to fill the world. It is also ethereal and agile, and its trajectory is unpredictable.
A few words flashed through Xuanyuan Yiren's mind subconsciously. Only these two words can describe her feelings at this moment! This sword is so magical! Stunningly gorgeous!
"Is this Zong Shou? How is it possible? He is not a dual-vein body and has no inner breath? How could he use this sword?"
She has never seen such swordsmanship, even among the extremely talented senior brothers in the Danquan Sect, be able to use it!
Even the elders of the sect have never had such spirituality!
Just as her eyes were confused and she didn't dare to murmur to herself confidently, Li Yunniang followed closely behind and climbed up the hill. He glanced down, his expression was extremely complicated.
"Miss, the prince said that day that he killed Ren Qianchou with the mysterious sword, and that he also had 100,000 blood to kill Li Xieling. This sentence is actually true. That Li Xieling really died in his hands. The sword It only takes less than three breaths to kill Ren Qianchou with the Sword Killer."
Xuanyuan Yiren's delicate body trembled again, and for a moment, her consciousness became increasingly chaotic and completely blank. Only a fragment of memory surged out from the depths of my mind.
"My Zongshou stands upright, so why do we need a woman like you to protect me? You should have sensed it in the backyard yesterday. According to Miss Xuanyuan, is there any mortal martial sect in this world who is my rival?"
"Who else can it be? Who else can kill them besides me?"
"Miss, what if one day you discover that Prince Zong Shou is not a useless person as the world thinks, but a young genius who is better than the one hundred thousand blood-killer Li Xieling. Those who want to kill him, to him, are actually They are all like ants and clowns, not worthy of—. What will you do, miss?"
A short sentence keeps coming. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help but bite her lower lip tightly with her teeth.
Really, those words are actually true. My nails dig into my flesh, it hurts! The lower lip was also in pain and bloodshot. She was really in reality.
Li Xieling was really killed by him, and in front of her, the one who used the sword like a flying fairy from outside the sky was really Zong Shou.
The unreal trance immediately subsided. In the impression, the young man who was unable to practice but had a resolute temperament, a kind-hearted but a little spendthrift, and a slightly lazy temperament, in an instant, overlapped with the figure in front of him who could shame all the emperors and princes in the east of Yunlu. Together, there is no difference.
And Xuanyuan Yiren's chest immediately felt an indistinguishable feeling.
Is it joy? Is it gratification? Is it emotion? Excited? Is it shame? Ashamed
Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't tell the difference, he only felt a mixture of emotions and flavors.
Hu Qianqiu was also squinting and looking up into the sky. The gaze was equally psychedelic, but it was fascinated by the shadow of the sword, full of surprise and admiration. For the first time, seriousness appeared in his eyes.
"What a good attacker, he should move on the nine heavens! This sword is truly traceless! It is wonderful."
With his realm of Xuanwu Sect, he did not dare to directly attack his sword, and his figure instantly retreated ten feet. It was not until Zong Shou's sword power weakened slightly that he leaned forward and swung the sword to strike again!
The swords crossed each other, but did not hit each other in one place. Instead, they passed each other dangerously.
Then dozens of consecutive blows were like this, one after another, dangerously staggered. It was as if under the moonlight night, two people were dancing with swords and swords, completely unrelated to each other. However, looking at the momentum of the sword, there is only a slight deviation, which is the situation of the body and head.
Zong Shou's eyes didn't even blink for a moment. Hu Qianqiu was even more excited, with a blush on his face. He seemed to be enjoying it and enjoying it extremely.
In the eyes of everyone around him, it was a different feeling. Hu Qianqiu's sword is of course open and closed, simple and sharp, and extremely domineering. Zong Shou's sword seems to be more skillful. The sword light is ethereal, and it always strikes from the most incredible angles, making it difficult to grasp. But there is no trace of the strange glass aura of the strange sword. It is extremely flexible, elegant and changing, and swaying freely.
It seems that every sword contains the ultimate principle of swordsmanship, the rhyme, power and intention of the sword are all complete.
Just as he was looking at it, he suddenly felt that not far away, a somewhat similar "momentum" suddenly broke out. Everyone looked sideways in surprise, and saw Chu Xue, with a face full of joy, looking at Zong Shou's sword, his eyebrows dancing with joy. . The "shi" on his body also flickers in and out, and it is also extremely agile and ready to fly.
These people are also extremely smart people. At this moment, they only need to change their thoughts to understand the meaning of Zong Shou's words just now.
Those who are good at attacking should move above the nine heavens. The sword intention of the sword just now was probably suitable for this girl, and it contained a hint of guidance.
Zong Yuan couldn't help but feel secretly jealous. He has not yet broken through his innate ability, and he can appreciate the power of martial arts." How far will this girl's future go? Anyway, she is stronger than him. He did not dare to be distracted for too long, so he just muttered secretly, and then turned to the exciting girl. Dou Chu pays attention.
That place was filled with strong winds, sword energy, and sword energy, which had already completely extinguished the bonfire.
But at this moment, the sky was getting brighter, and beams of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone from the east, making the blade light even more dazzling.
And just when the power of the swords each expanded to the extreme and became more and more exciting, Hu Qianqiu let out a sigh of regret again.
"Your Majesty's true energy is in chaos. How about we decide the winner of this move?"
"good!"
Zong Shou's blood surged in his chest and abdomen, unable to speak, so he simply agreed. Then the sword light suddenly erupted, the lightning flashed, and the blade shadow rolled away with thousands of shadows. This time, it's a different style, not afraid of colliding with Hu Qianqiu's seven-foot tiger sword. All power is concentrated again and again, gathered together again and again. Then when the swords clashed, it suddenly broke out.
To the shadow of the sword and the light of the sword, in an instant, it became several times faster.
Everything is so fast that it exceeds the limit of vision of everyone here and is difficult to identify.
But Zong Shou's sword was like an epiphyllum. When it bloomed to its most dazzling, it began to fade again.
"Ding!"
There was a deafening roar, and Zong Shou's figure suddenly flew back. The whole person seemed to have lost all his strength and was unable to hold on. Staggering, he could only hold his sword to the ground to keep himself from falling, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
But those eyes were not at all painful, but filled with the satisfaction after fighting with all their strength.
And the tiger Qianqiu stood tall with his sword drawn horizontally. The whole person seemed to be stunned, looking at the big sleeve of his right hand.
When everyone didn't know what he meant, they saw a piece of clothing slowly falling off and falling to the ground.
In an instant, there was deathly silence around the two cloud-turning vehicles. Everyone was silent at this moment, as if they had lost the ability to speak.
After dozens of breaths passed, Hu Qianqiu suddenly laughed out loud again. He was extremely crazy and overflowing with joy and excitement: "I lost, well lost! Today's battle was really refreshing and hearty! It turns out that I, Tiger Qianqiu, I still underestimated the Crown Prince. Is this your sword? It is peerless! After ten years, no, just seven years, Crown Prince, your sword will be invincible!"
Before he finished speaking, Hu Qianqiu swept out with a single blow. This sword was so sudden that everyone had just had time to blink when the powerful sword energy, which was a hundred feet long, had already reached Zong Ling's side.
Almost wiping Zong Ling's body, he swept behind him and smashed Feng Xiao, who was quietly retreating, as well as the mortal master.
Flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, and countless blood spots splattered everywhere. Zong Ling's body suddenly shrunk half of his body. All stained red. But the whole person remained motionless, his eyes completely lost focus, and he stared blankly into the distance, not daring to wipe his eyes.
"You know what's coming soon! Just in front of me, do you still want to escape? I want you to be crazy with me. If you have the ability... show me how crazy you are again?"
Hu Zhongyuan's eyelids moved, but he didn't say anything to dissuade him. Since three months ago, his old man has been aggrieved for a long time, and he has endured it countless times in Qiantian Mountain. At this time, I knew that I no longer needed to endure it. It exploded all of a sudden and was naturally out of control. I could use any means to make it happen.
The Iron Tiger clan also needs to use this mortal's head to express their stance in front of the Crown Prince.
If you want to blame, you can only blame this sect spirit for his bad luck. At this time, Hu Qianqiu is like a human-shaped typhoon, and even he dare not provoke him.
Having said that, this Shi Zongling is really hateful. He has no real ability, so why do he pretend to be so powerful
Like their eldest son, his swordsmanship is superb and unparalleled in the world, but he knows how to live a low-key life. But it was too low-key - just as he was thinking about this, Hu Zhongyuan saw a look and glanced over coldly. It was Hu Qianqiu. I couldn't help but feel a thump in my heart, and my mood instantly sank to the bottom. He knew his old father's methods best, he was extremely violent, and he would probably be beaten up later.
Zong Yuan was lying on the ground, with a playful expression on his face at this moment. He knew the situation would be like this.
At this moment, Zong Ling was probably sobbing in his heart. Who among these people is the fool
But in my heart, I couldn't even feel the slightest sense of schadenfreude, and I had no intention of carefully reviewing some of the essentials of martial arts that I had just comprehended.
When the Zong Shou is free, I'm afraid I'll die too, right
Xuanyuan Yiren was standing on the top of the mountain, dazed, clasping his jade hands tightly.
After winning one by one, he was actually able to defeat Hu Qianqiu with only half a move. Even if the latter has restrained most of his real power and cannot fight Zong Shou with the strength of Wu Zong, his martial arts attainments cannot be faked.