The reason why a swordsman is a swordsman lies in his purity. The light and life of a swordsman are often found in the sword he holds tightly on his phone.
Lu Xuanlou’s cold-as-iron gaze shocked Jian Meng. In her eyes, Lu Xuanlou’s tall and straight body was like an unsheathed long sword, exuding endless edge. .
In the sky of snowflakes, a goose-yellow figure looks like a ghost.
The overwhelming snowflakes, at the moment when the goose-yellow figure moved out, were all pulled by Jian Xuan and shot out towards the location of Luxuan Tower, but the goose-yellow figure only stayed for a moment. In the heavy snow, there was a beam of white light, rising from in front of Y City, spanning thousands of meters. Wherever the white light passed, the snowflakes refracted the cold light, and it seemed that every ray contained thousands of fierce murderous auras.
A white rainbow passed through the air, and the sword sound was clear and clear as the sword energy spurted out. The distance of hundreds of feet and hundreds of feet was only a moment away.
Jianmeng tried his best to attack. Lu Xuanlou's pupils suddenly shrank, but the whites of his eyes were reflected extremely brightly, and his dark pupils were particularly deep.
"Not bad"
Lu Xuanlou admired in a low voice, but shook his head in his heart. Although the swordsmanship was good and it was not stained with human blood, it lacked a lot of sharpness after all.
No longer in the world of mortals, it is difficult for a long sword to see blood. When it enters the world, how can a long sword kill people?
While talking about ignoring the secular world, and at the same time being nosy, the immortal monk It will always be the same, and Jian Meng is no exception.
After weighing it very quickly, Lu Xuanlou drew his sword and rushed towards the sword energy.
Lu Xuanlou and Jianmeng both fell into the realm. At this moment, they were both practicing martial arts in the Void Realm. When they fought, the momentum was extraordinary. The sky clouds cracked and the heavy snow almost stopped.
In the sky above Y City, two figures, one black and one yellow, have begun to fight. During this period, the sword energy is arrogant and the sword light is raging. Wherever it affects, spiritual power sweeps in, like countless small long swords, sharp and powerful. Incomparably, before the snowflakes even hit the ground, they were cut by the sword energy and melted, turning into cold rain and falling to the ground.
Jianmeng drew her sword very fast, much faster than when she fought with her. Her figure followed the sword energy, completely invisible. It was not even possible to tell whether she brought up the sword energy or whether it was the sword energy she brought with her. The sword energy dragged her figure, and from a distance, she could only see the beauty like snow and the sword energy like frost.
"Is this Sword Dream?"
Dongxuanzong Zhao Huaisu looked at it infatuatedly, and for a moment, his eyes were full of intoxication.
Once upon a time, he once defeated Jian Meng, but now he can no longer think about fighting with Jian Meng.
"Jianmeng is naturally extremely powerful."
Zongdao responded. For a long time, the First Sword Sect emphasized Jianxuan and despised Jianmeng, so the swordsmanship practiced by Jianmeng, although It's extremely complex, but not profound. Now that I'm practicing the First Sword Sutra, Jianmeng's terrifying talent is finally revealed.
There is no doubt that Jian Meng at this moment is already a kendo genius who is not inferior to Jian Xuan.
Xu Mo raised his head and asked, "Zhao Huaisu, when will we be able to be as powerful as Jianmeng?"
"As a genius and a hero,It's just a good thing that people in the world like to divide people into three, six or nine grades. "
Zongdao said, "Practice has always been about competing with heaven. As long as your heart is at its peak, you can reach it. Keep moving forward. One day, you will catch up with me and Jianmeng. ”
Be it Zhao Huaisu, Xu Mo, Gong Shujun, Yun Miaomiao, or Yue Qingli, they are all peerless geniuses. In terms of talent, they are not inferior to Zong Jianmeng, who is second to none at the moment. It's just that there is a little lack of luck and it cannot be fully sublimated.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth shook, the two sword lights reflected each other, and the white snow turned into cold rain, and was shaken to pieces by the cold wind. It floated in the sky and turned into mist.
The sound of swords sounded continuously in the mist, and what followed was a sound like gold and stone when the two collided.
The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is the fast one. Jianmeng's attacks became faster and faster. Afterimages filled the sky, full marks were true and false. Lu Xuanlou retreated steadily and was forcefully forced to leave the city several miles away and stopped on a lake.
Over the lake, looking from a distance at this moment, countless tiny sword energy snowflakes hang like white rainbows in the sky. The sword energy is intertwined and intertwined, turning into a dazzling giant sword, and a little cold light shines. The woman in the goose-yellow sword clothes also turned into a sword light and flew away.
At the same time, the dazzling giant sword suddenly shattered, and the sword energy was like dots of starlight towards the woman in the goose-yellow sword clothes. They gathered together and clung to the woman like particles of light.
This scene was like thousands of streams flowing into the sea, which would eventually converge into an unstoppable torrent.
Lu Xuanlou was finally moved. At this moment, he was moved. Unable to find any chance to breathe, he could only swing his sword, setting off waves of sword energy frenzy to cover his body and stay away from the domineering woman in goose-yellow sword clothes.
However, the sword energy frenzy was crushed. However, in an instant, Lu Xuanlou fled quickly against the lake, while the woman in the yellow sword dress followed the girl closely with her sword light.
Sword Meng Shen was exhausted again and again. Knowing Lu Xuanlou's methods, if he was allowed to take a breath, there would be no hope of victory, so Jianmeng did not dare to take a breath, and swung his sword like a splash of ink, not daring to make any mistake.
They did not dare to do anything wrong. At this point, the ice surface broke, and the lake water, which had been suppressed for a long time, began to become irritable and restless. High walls were built in the lake, and they quickly collapsed.
Lu Xuanlou's face was solemn, and his sword energy was extremely sharp. It almost touched his back and began to cut through the thick armor on his body.
"When did Jian Meng become so powerful?"
Shi was separated for three days, but he looked at him with new eyes, as he did in Shenxu. At that time, Jian Meng was a level above him, and even with all his tactics, he could not suppress him even a little bit; now fighting in the same realm, Jian Meng's moves were astonishing, and Lu Xuanlou could not find any flaws in Jian Meng's swordsmanship.
At the moment when the sword energy was about to catch up, Lu Xuanlou had no way to retreat. He swung his sword towards the lake, and a water curtain rose high from the distance between them.
The sword energy pierced the water curtain. At that moment, Lu Xuanlou had turned around. His eyes were like torches, staring at the sword that pierced the water curtain. At the critical moment, Lu Xuanlou drew his sword boldly, and the long sword pierced the white light, and connected with the other long sword needle.The tip is facing the wheat awn.
The indomitable sword energy finally came to an obvious pause at this moment. Where they stayed, the lake water under their feet exploded with an earth-shattering sound.
There was a vibration in the center of the lake, and the two figures finally stopped at a certain moment, standing still on the lake with a strange balance. The huge waves around them gradually subsided after their figures stopped.
After a moment of stalemate, the torrent of sword energy gradually dimmed, and the indomitable sword finally stopped being strong.
Lu Xuanlou got a chance to breathe, a smile appeared in his eyes, and then it was his turn to take action.
Lu Xuanlou raised his head and looked at Jianmeng. The woman was standing with a sword in her hand, her goose-yellow sword clothes fluttering in the wind, and the sadness between her eyebrows was reflected in the lake.
Jian Meng was still stubborn. After the sword energy dimmed, she still pushed the sword forward and wrestled with Lu Xuanlou. The lake wind blew her sword clothes with the force of the push back, making a fierce sound. The curve that should have been as graceful as the undulating mountains now also revealed a sharp and murderous meaning.
Until the end, when the long sword as bright as snow was shattered, the goose-yellow sword robe lowered its eyebrows sadly.
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