At the top of Fanyang City, swords and swords flashed, and fists and wind roared.
Fu Shou's heart aroused, and when the murderous aura gathered, the air was also rendered red with murderous aura. Lu Xuan Tower was far away from the Pagoda, and the smell of blood could still be smelled.
After being granted the title of Marquis of Pagoda, he entered the realm of Nirvana. Every time he made a move, he was like a Shura emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Bai Xingjian is a great Confucian, and he is by no means an ordinary person. The aura of fierceness he has cultivated just restrains the carnage of Futu. At this moment, he is fighting against Futu. The two are fighting inextricably. Lu Xuanlou is watching from the sidelines. Fighting is so enjoyable.
Seeing that Futu and Bai Xingjian were evenly matched and could not tell the winner in a short period of time, Lu Xuanlou had no intention of getting involved in the battle, so he left.
In a corner of Fanyang City, in a deserted courtyard, sparsely populated, two figures crisscrossed each other, striking out unscrupulously.
In this courtyard, the light of the sword and the light of the sword were like two handfuls of silver-white fire. After a moment of brightness, they spread like a prairie fire and collided together.
When Jianmeng was three feet away from Yelu Guanyinnu, he jumped up, his sword and clothes were like wings, and he raised his sword and fell.
The sword's intention was like the wind, and its light was like mist. The pain of cutting the skin made Jian Meng's body tense up, and some wounds that had been healed with great difficulty also collapsed. The woman seemed not to notice Painful, the sword that fell in the air did not freeze at all.
There was a loud bang.
The courtyard wall under Yelu Guanyinnu was directly split in half, the door was shattered, the sword power especially stopped, and the cracks continued to spread towards the street.
Yelü Guanyinnu's figure disappeared and then appeared at the end of the crack in the sword energy. In a short moment, he swung dozens of knives, killing the sword energy that was like a maggot attached to the bone. Chop into pieces.
Jianmeng raised her breath again. On the sword's edge, the sword glow wavered uncertainly, and a white rainbow penetrated the long street. Her figure followed the sword again.
Yelü Guanyinnu’s eyes flashed with surprise. She did not expect that Jianmeng would be so stunning.
Jian Meng is a martial artist who practices virtuality, and she is a Nirvana martial artist. They are two different realms, and the difference is no different than the difference between clouds and mud. However, when Jian Meng uses his sword, she is helpless.
The swords collided again, and again, and in the clear clash, the two men rose and fell, and the surrounding air was broken, making a sound like firecrackers.
Jianmeng’s eyes were firm and he continuously used the two most lethal swords in the First Sword Sutra. The two swords chased each other back and forth, almost non-stop.
Yelü Guanyinnu moved slightly, seeing her sealing her sword on the left and right, retreating at regular intervals, and unexpectedly fell into the disadvantage. But Yelv Guanyinnu didn't mean to panic. The cutting and blocking of the scimitar were extremely simple, but he could always block the poisonous snake-like sword energy most directly, and then find the weakest point of the opponent's sword energy and cut it off.
Jian Meng’s expression also remained unchanged. The sword energy could be condensed again after it dispersed, but the breath must never be broken.
The sword comes out like thunder, and the energy of the sword hits like iron beads, vowing to make everything it touches riddled with holes.
Yelü Guanyinnu suddenly threw the knife, put his fingers on the handle, and found aThis wonderful balance point actually makes the scimitar dance, like a rolling windmill, and like a shining silver shield.
The sound of swords clashing, iron beads shattering, sword energy exploding with thunder, the sound of Qingzhuan breaking, the heaven and earth roaring, the moment the figures meet, these noisy sounds burst out wrapped in white light.
The sound of the iron cavalry shattering suddenly sounded, and a sharp light shot out from between the two of them, piercing into the soil with a clang, just like half of the sword body.
Although the sword in Jianmeng's hand was tempered for thousands of times, it was ultimately just an ordinary sword. Under the offensive of Yelu Guanyin's slaves, which was like a torrential rain washing the ground, it was finally overwhelmed and suddenly collapsed.
It was also at this moment that all the true meaning in the sword burst out, forcing Jianmeng to retreat temporarily to avoid its sharp edge.
With the scimitar sheathed, Yelu Guanyinnu looked at her right hand that was bleeding profusely, and the pain was clearly transmitted to her perception.
Yelü Guanyinnu calmly looked at the woman in front of her who was working hard and was obviously tired at the moment, and smiled slightly.
Jianmeng Goeyi drags half of her long sword, her figure is tall and straight, and her eyes are filled with murderous intent. There is no trace of softness in her, as if she was born to love your cold and ruthless sword.
No matter how charming and graceful she is, she still has old wounds that have not healed and new ones, which cause great harm to the body.
"Good swordsmanship"
Yelü Guanyinnu waved his sleeves to disperse the last erosion of sword intent and couldn't help but praise.
"Your realm is too low. If you have the Three Disasters, I will never be able to defeat you."
Jian Meng was noncommittal and said coldly, "Do you dare to take another sword?" ”
A few feet away, Yelu Guanyin slave stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly, “Why don’t you dare?”
Jianmeng’s eyes narrowed, his body turned slightly, and he breathed secretly with his sword breath. The magic door gathered the aura of the sea of fart energy, and the sword intent in the aura boiled like water. It adhered to the sword along the five fingers and lit up with fluorescent dots.
Yelü Guanyinnu's aura changed slightly, because she noticed that every wisp of air around her was attached to a faint sword energy.
"The heart of the sword is clear"
Yelü Guanyinnu's expression was quite solemn, but he did not interrupt Jian Meng.
Jianmeng is adjusting her breath, and Yelu Guanyinnu is also building momentum. As a senior in the Nirvana realm, there is no reason for her to lose to a junior in the Lianxu realm.
A gust of autumn thunder sounded, and it was real thunder, just like the drums beating when two armies faced each other. When the drums vibrated, swords and swords met.
The light of the sword is like fire, the shadow of the sword is like a line, and the two collide silently.
The scimitar slashed towards the incomplete sword body, and among the figures of Yelu Guanyin slaves coming one after another, Jianmeng blocked the attack in embarrassment and retreated step by step.
With a snap, Yelu Guanyin's palm turned into a fist and hit Jian Meng's wrist. Jian Meng groaned miserably and lost all feeling in his right hand.
Jianmeng could not react, and another fist fell on her lower abdomen. She only felt that the muscles in her lower abdomen were tightening, and her internal organs were shaking. The pain made her body tremble involuntarily. No matter how difficult it is to respond effectively.
All the women's jade crowns and silver hairpins fell to the ground, their black hair was spread out, and the blood-stained lips revealed the color of anger.
Jian Meng could no longer hold the sword, and his body fell back from the next punch, and the sword energy came out of his hand.
Yelü Guanyinnu broke through Jianmeng’s last line of defense and twisted her neck.
Her vision was blurred and her consciousness began to drift. Jianmeng felt her feet leave the ground. The spiritual energy in the air was exhausted and she could no longer draw out any trace. The pain from her neck almost made her suffocate.
I thought that after practicing Taoism for twenty years, the sword's heart would already be clear, but when death really came, the woman still felt great fear in her heart.
"I'm offended"
Yelü Guanyin slave showed no emotion and anger, and killed a stunning woman with his own hands. From then on, there was no way for her to look back.
At this moment, a sword struck from in front of him, as fast as lightning.
The sound of broken bones sounded, and Yelv Guanyinnu turned sideways, but did not have time to avoid it.
The sword energy is like entering an uninhabited land, passing through the body-protecting aura of Yelu Guanyinnu and raging in Yelu Guanyinnu's body.
Yelü Guanyinnu was careless for a moment and was injured by the sword energy of the Heart Sword. Jian Meng took the opportunity to escape from the trap, stumbling and escaping into the city. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft