Yan Xing's knife is very fast, from drawing the knife to cutting it down, the short period of time is almost non-existent. The body of the blade reflects the golden light of the formation in front of the mountain gate, and it cuts out like a straight golden thread.
Lin Yuangui's sword came out very slowly, the sword body and the scabbard collided densely, and the echoes were like showers hitting dry lotuses. When his sword was finally unsheathed, Yan Xing's sword intent was right in front of him.
"Zheng-"
The golden thread collided with the long sword, and suddenly a ray of light burst forth, clearly illuminating the dead leaves and snow in front of them. Lin Yuangui stared directly at the dazzling light, following the posture of drawing his sword, his wrist slightly raised.
Compared with the heavy water-breaking knife, the Moon Moon Sword is even thinner. His sword is not even a move.
But Yan Xingfei quickly retreated. A retreat is more than ten feet.
"Clang clang clang-"
At the same time, more than twenty knives flew out from the wrist, and the golden light lit up one after another, like a dragon in the sky.
His robe had already touched the stone steps of the mountain gate, and there was no turning back. Another ten knives were fired, and Qing Ming, who collided with the sword, was dense and sharp.
It took a total of thirty-six knives to finally resolve the opponent's first sword.
Lin Yuangui still stood on the spot, the corner of his robe did not move.
Yan Xing's body-protecting essence was torn apart by the sword energy and scattered everywhere. And his chest was disgusted, his throat was unbearably sweet, and he simply spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.
All the previous ideas about this battle were all invalidated the moment Lin Yuan returned his sword.
He didn't know how strong the other party was, just like he didn't know how strong the big brother was.
Just like just now, the other party just wanted to draw the sword out of the sheath, and opened the sword that he had been poised for a long time.
Even without the need for a sword on Hengduan Mountain, Shuoyue, with a thousand miles of clear light, he could beat him like a dog with any random move 'Qingyun Chuxiu'.
For another person to face this situation, most of them will feel hopeless. What's more, Lin Yuangui's second sword had already started, the jackdaws in the distance were frightened, and the dead branches beside him were shattered. The more than ten miles below Cangya Mountain are shrouded in the sharp sword intent, like an overwhelming net.
Yan Xing finished vomiting blood, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Not retreating, not evading, strike again.
This knife has no golden light, nor is it very fast, because he did not rely on the power of the mountain protection formation.
The gust of wind rose from the ground, and the remnant snow and weeds were smashed into powder and raised high, but they retreated on their own wherever the blade was. An absolute vacuum was formed in front of Yan Xing, and a passage was cut through Lin Yuangui's net.
The second confrontation between the Water-Breaking Knife and the Moon Moon Sword!
The net-like sword intent quickly converged, Lin Yuan returned to sink his wrist and pressed the sword, and the power of Wan Jun rushed along the intersection of the sword and the sword.
He let the other party take the shot first, which is the etiquette. Now go all out, is respect.
The ground beneath Yanxing's feet trembled, sank three inches, the gravel collapsed, and the cobwebs cracked into deep crevices. The sword qi pressed down along the blade edge, like the entire Hengduan Mountain pressing on the wrist, and the wrist bone was overwhelmed, making a crisp cracking sound.
"boom-"
Yan Xing flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, the ground was smashed into a deep pit, and the smoke filled the air.
He also had two broken ribs, and the blood he coughed up was mixed with fragments of organs, and his body was covered in dust and blood. Supporting the ground with a knife, he did not kneel on the ground. The remnant sword qi raged in his spiritual veins, and there was a sharp, bone-piercing pain.
I can't help but soberly realize that what if I can cut off the water with a knife, the person on the opposite side is not the water, but the mountain.
Stronger than steel, unattainable.
Then he tore off the tattered sleeve robe with his left hand, and tied it around his right wrist flexibly. Wrap the handle of the knife tightly around your wrist. After completing this action, he was full of cold sweat, and his face was pale and blood loss.
The true essence in his body began to burn frantically, his eyes were burning bright as fire, the sword qi in the spiritual veins was temporarily suppressed, and Yan Xing rose up again!
The battlefield between Jun Yu and Yu Shi is in the sky above his head, and the magnificent mountain gate of Cangya is behind him.
How to get back.
******
In the surging sea of clouds, Yu Shi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression very indifferent.
"After tonight, there will be no inheritance of Wei Jingfeng in the world."
Just thinking about this made him extremely happy.
He would kill Jun Yu, and the others would either die in the hands of the magic cultivator or in front of the Cangya Mountain Gate, it was no different. In his opinion, Duan Chongxuan has a special status, and now he inherits the Northern Continent, he is naturally not a disciple of the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng used to be so glorious, but meteors are fleeting, and there is not even a legacy left after death. After thousands of years, who will remember that there was once a Juggernaut? Really happy.
Wei Jingfeng's arrogant I often scolded the sky and the earth, which is really retribution.
Yu Shi thought, for this day, it is worth going from the Tao to the devil.
As night fell, the phantom of Baopu Bagua Sword continued to expand until it covered half of the sky, like an ancient beast that devoured people in the dark. In contrast, the golden light of the mountain protection formation was somewhat eclipsed.
Chun Shanxiao felt the killing intent of the other party and vibrated in Jun Yu's hands.
They stood motionless in the clouds.
A battle of this level is far beyond the concept of a kung fu move. Just as Rong Zhuo pointed a finger on Hengduan Mountain, it became a sea of blood. Yu Shi's gossip sword is also everywhere in the sea of clouds. Without Jun Yu and the Hushan Great Array, such overwhelming sword intent of silence would be enough to cause the six peaks of Cangya Mountain to collapse and overturn.
Jun Yu faced each other and felt this terrifying power.
Chunshan smiled in his hand, fighting with each other in every place on the Cangya, fighting with thousands of swords.
Yu Shi thought, it's just a peak of Mahayana, no matter how powerful it is, how can it be against the sky? The five hundred years of cultivating the Tao between them is more than a gap between the sky and the chasm.
Unless the opponent can break through the sub-Saint 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 he has not survived the calamity, there is no difference between the old man and the saint."
He got a secret method to increase his power in a short time as one of the exchange conditions for cooperation with Rong Zhuo. Yu Shi was confident that if Wei Jingfeng was still in the world at this time, he could also slash him under the sword.
Jun Yu corrected him seriously, "It's not a saint, it's a fake saint."
There was no sarcasm and retort, and the tone was calm, as if he was just stating the facts.
This was the first sentence he said tonight, and the words were like swords, making the cold-hearted Yasheng Peak also angry.
Yu Shi said coldly, "Looking for death."
The huge Baopu Bagua Sword phantom quickly solidified, piercing the wind and piercing the clouds, and stabbed Jun Yu.
******
Except for the Dao Demon War a million years ago, there is no war that can surpass tonight, whether it is the scope of the war or the cultivation of the participants. On the five continents, nine out of ten practitioners are fighting, or on their way to the battlefield. In the tragic bloodshed, the night seemed extraordinarily long.
In front of Changyuan Hall, Yin Biyue fought with twelve powerful demons from daytime until nightfall. The Changyuan Hall does not know how it is constructed, what strange materials are used, and no matter how sharp the sword and the powerful attack, it can only leave shallow scratches.
And there is no snow and grass in the radius of ten feet, only bottomless cracks are all over the place, crisscrossing each other, showing that the battle situation is fierce.
Yin Biyue was only slightly injured, but his face was pale, his expression was exhausted, and his sword stance was not as precise as before. In fact, he was able to endure under such a siege until now, and only slightly showed the fatigue of the follow-up. In the eyes of those powerful demons, it was already an incredible fighting power.
After all, they have dominated the East Continent for a long time, and their cultivation realm and combat experience should have been far superior to this young man. Now that each of the twelve was injured, it was only when the other party showed signs of fatigue. It is rumored that the Sword Saints are the best at outnumbering the enemy and defeating the strong with the weak, which really makes sense.
Yin Biyue's sword was like a rush of cold water, and the force was majestic. It's just that the real essence is not good, and it deviates half an inch to the right, and the sword qi brushes past the opponent. Before returning to the sword, the empty door behind him opened wide.
A rare flaw, an opportunity to kill the opponent, is fleeting, and there is no room for more thought.
The positions of the twelve people changed rapidly, and the five people with the strongest cultivation went all out, and resolutely took out their palms without any scruples. As long as the remaining few people can contain Yin Biyue for a moment, the battle will end.
"boom-"
In the dark night, the earth trembled, and the tide-like magic breath swept the heaven and earth with earth, stone, and smoke.
However, the expected scene did not appear, but the sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was particularly clear and harsh.
The moment the five people's attack failed, their hearts screamed badly, and their hearts suddenly cooled, and the severe pain spread. He didn't even have time to look back, he fell to the ground with an unbelievable look, and he was dead in an instant.
Yin Biyue appeared from behind the five people, the remnant sword qi was reckless, and the whole person was placed in the rolled up dust. Lei Ting succeeded, and he no longer wanted to fight, taking advantage of the momentary gap to break through the tight encirclement, and ran wildly in the direction of Tongtian Xuefeng.
The change is so fast that even the living people can't believe it. In such a fierce battle, the opponent's Qi machine was locked tightly, how to get out, and cut out such a swift sword to complete the counter-kill with precision
Yin Biyue had appeared more than a dozen miles away in the blink of an eye, and his figure was only fading. When he reappeared, he was already at the foot of Xuefeng!
He is the fastest movement technique to step on the mountains and rivers, and he has never shown half of the danger in the battle several times. Just to wait until just now, kill five people with one sword, and then get out of trouble. This is much faster than his individual defeats, but requires more patience and endurance.
His whole body was violently outputting his true essence, as if he wanted to burn his spiritual veins, almost at the speed of breaking through space, rushing through twelve sentries one after another, and rushing straight to the top of the snow peak!
The demon powerhouses who were chasing after him were even more shocked than just now—if they wanted to escape, they should rush to the outside of the snowfield. Even if the Palace Master of the Golden Palace was not there, Tongtian Xuefeng would not be good. Not only the disciples of the Golden Palace, but also the Heavenly Demon Array protecting the mountain on Xuefeng. What is the difference between self-casting and trapping
Is this person going the wrong way in a daze, or is he completely insane? !
The author has something to say: Yin Biyue: In the next chapter, I will be handsome and split the sky
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