The two teamed up to attack, but it was Song Bieli, who was the most powerful, who blocked Xiao Bugan's most violent attack and created conditions for the two to counterattack.
Xiao Buqian let out a long cry, his body flew up suddenly, the sword in his palm radiated brilliance, and he clashed with the two of them without hesitation.
The three of them leaped like tigers and swam about in dragons, and suddenly joined together and split apart. The three swords of different shapes exchanged hundreds of blows in the air in an instant, but no one fell half a point.
Beiming's invincible sword is slanted, while Yan Wuchang's swordsmanship is extremely weird. Unexpectedly, it is Xiao Bugan's seemingly illusory swordsmanship that is the most upright.
No matter how Beiming Wudi and Yan Wuchang's swords change, at the last moment, Xiao Bugan's sword can always block the opponent's moves. With hundreds of blows between breaths, Xiao Bugan even single-handedly defeated the famous sword in the world. The two masters of the sky, this skill is astounding.
What is especially unbelievable is that the "Ye Qingxuan" in front of him didn't show the slightest sign of distress, Beiming Wudi was already panting slightly, and Yan Wuchang's face was flushed even more, but "Ye Qingxuan"'s face remained the same , using the most reasonable output method to continuously output the whole body's Gang Qi, which reached an absolute balance with the violent combined attack of the two, so that the three of them were fixed in the air, and it was difficult to separate them for a while.
As long as any one of the three misses and cannot stop the chaotic sword, the person who is hit will be shattered and die immediately, and the victor will also expose his empty door and be taken advantage of by another person.
It seems that Xiao Bugan is at a disadvantage, but both Beiming Wudi and Yan Wuchang are selfish people, and they never want to be the one who sells his flaws and dies.
In fact, it doesn't have to be.
Don't forget, besides these three people, there is another Song Bieli.
Beiming Wudi and Yan Wuchang believed that "Ye Qingxuan" must have died on the spot when Song Bieli shot.
Laugh wildly.
Wanton laughter.
Song Bieli was extremely excited at this time, he finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he wanted to kill Ye Qingxuan, he finally wanted to make up for the mistakes made more than two years ago.
"Ye Qingxuan is to die!"
The shrill screams were broken by excitement, but wanton ecstasy had already bloomed in his heart and face.
The tip of the sword hangs upside down, and the sword energy fills the sky.
But at the moment when the outcome was decided, the ecstasy on Song Bieli's face suddenly froze!
Not only him, but also Beiming Wudi and Yan Wuchang, the smiles on their faces became stiff.
On the contrary, there was a smile on the corner of Xiao Bugan's mouth.
All this is just because of the appearance of a figure.
A peerless and lonely person, a peerless and lonely knife.
Black shirts, like ink knives.
As soon as this person appeared, Song Bieli's sword couldn't stab out.
Because his sword stabs out, his life will be lost!
A voice as cold as ice on the top of a mountain came slowly, saying: "Song Bieli, your smile is still so ugly!"
Song Bieli suddenly found that cold sweat had dripped into his eyes. Before the opponent's knife was out of its sheath, the energy of the knife made him unable to open his eyes. He could only utter four words between his teeth like a groan. It was a person's name——
"Si, Tu, Ling, Feng!?"
…
Li Muchan carried Li Daozong all the way down the cliff behind the top of Zijin Mountain, but the seemingly thousand-foot cliff was as smooth as walking on the ground under his feet.
Li Muchan clung to the cliff, pushed hard, leaned over a section of the cliff, and landed on a hill on one side again. After jumping tens of feet, he landed in a mountain depression.
Sitting Li Daozong on the ground, the Gang Qi was passed into Li Daozong's body from the palm of his hand along the top of Li Daozong's head, and the Demon Gang Qi planted by Luo Podi was forced out of his body.
Li Daozong spat out a mouthful of blood, but immediately stood up and hugged Li Muchan's body that was about to fall to the ground.
Li Muchan's face was like silver powder, his breath was weak, he leaned against Li Daozong's arms, unable to move any more, he just asked calmly: "Do you remember?"
"remember."
"Do you understand?"
"understood."
Li Daozong knew that the other party was asking about the last trick, the last battle.
Li Muchan used his [One Sword Light Coldly Shines Kyushu].
Li Daozong could not learn or use this move at the beginning, even though he created the thirty-sixth move of the sword art of [Double Light and Overlapping Shadows], he still couldn't use this sword god's unique move as he wished. .
But this time it's different.
The duel between the two great masters of the world right in front of his eyes gave him incalculable experience and benefits.
But he didn't want that experience at all.
Such an experience was too painful.
Li Muchan wanted to explain a few more words, but suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said lightly: "I'm too persistent... Actually... it's not important..."
With trembling hands, Li Muchan slowly took out something from his bosom, and put it firmly into Li Daozong's palm. It turned out to be the flower flute that played the sad and beautiful nursery rhyme at the foot of the mountain. Seeing Li Daozong smiled miserably, he said slowly: "Actually." ... When I was a child... I really wanted to blow it to... you, you listen... "
As soon as his body softened, Li Muchan fell into his son's arms, his eyes open with apology.
"I heard it..." Li Daozong's eyes burst into tears, "You played it to me, I heard it..."
Li Muchan's vitality is dead, how can he hear it.
"I... Uncle... I heard it, I heard it... Dad!"
Li Daozong wailed in grief, discarding all the barriers in his heart.
It's a pity that Li Muchan can't hear it anymore.
A generation of sword gods passed away!
…
Let the situation on Zijin Mountain change.
At this time, outside the city of Luodu, the sun was still rising like fire.
On the southwest outskirts of Luodu City, a group of egrets flitted across the Luoshui River, creating a blue wave on the river surface, then fluttered their wings and flew high, crossed a Qiongshan Mountain, flew over an ancient castle on the mountainside, and plunged into the reeds between the mountains and rivers in the distance. **middle.
The ancient castle was built on the back of the mountain, with Luoshui in the front and a deep ravine in the back. This situation alone has already given people a sense of danger and terror.
When Ye Qingxuan, who was disguised by Xiao Bugan, was fighting against the three gods, and when Li Muchan took his last breath in his son's arms, a letter eagle landed on Duan Juncheng's big axe.
The message was short and to the point, confirming the whereabouts of the three heavenly masters of the Tianji Pavilion, the danger of this trip was greatly reduced.
Duan Juncheng did not breathe a sigh of relief, but felt a little helpless.
It's a pity to miss the opportunity to compete with the world's top experts.
If I knew this earlier, I might as well continue to protect Old Prince Xiaoyao.
On the contrary, Heng Wantong and Jin Kongyan relaxed a lot.
Patting his big belly, Heng Wantong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "It's great, I don't have to touch my hands at last, oh my god, it's too hot."
Jin Kongyan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said: "There are very few such useless masters of heaven as you. If you go south again, I'm afraid you will have to heat yourself to death."
Zong Xuan didn't care about the complaints behind him, looked up at the bank of Luoshui, the path in the sparse forest under Qiongshan Mountain, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Let's go."