A man with a full body bandage slowly climbed the hillside.

Supporting his body with a long sword.

That person is exactly that, the sword handsome Yan Wuqing.

Such a man could not miss the duel of the top swordsmen.

He dialed the phone.

"Yan Wuqing?" a cold man's voice came from the phone.

"Master. Yan Wuqing said extremely respectfully.

"Is the young master of the Demon Sect fighting with the sword corpse?"

The man on the phone asked.

Yan Wuqing looked inside the manor.

"No, master......" Yan Wuqing said.

"The young master of the Demon Sect is here, but he is not the one who fights with the sword corpse. ”

"Oh, who is that?" the voice on the phone asked.

"A girl, the girl who was removed from the Emei Sect. ”

"Murong Xiaoxiao?"

"Exactly, master. ”

"Open the video, I want to see, this girl. ”

The man said.

Murong Xiaoxiao and the sword corpse stood opposite each other.

"I won't .........."

The sword corpse hadn't finished speaking.

The sword has stabbed it.

The blade of the sword is extremely soft.

It shook violently like a snake letter.

The internal force is entwined with the sword, making this stab even more powerful.

The sword corpse only dodged slightly.

The horizontal sword meets the slash.

Sword Blade Confrontation.

Internal forces collide and intertwine in a split second.

At this moment, the sword in Murong Xiaoxiao's hand had already taken off.

The waist twisted, the high ponytail was cleanly thrown in the air in a good-looking arc.

At the same time, the other hand caught the hilt of the sword.

Wield the blade and stab at an extremely tricky angle.

The corpse looked at the blade and stabbed it into his left side.

I also immediately put on a stance.

The blade of the sword is swung.

Leaves a series of apparitions in the air.

Kept up with Murong Xiaoxiao's direct stab at a very fast speed.

The blade of the sword blocked the gauntlet of Murong Xiaoxiao's sword handle.

The wrist was churning, and the tip of the sword had already pointed at Murong Xiaoxiao's face in an instant.

But it stopped for a moment.

Stopped.

Murong Xiaoxiao roared angrily.

Swing your sword quickly and flick the tip of your sword.

A series of straight stabs, stabbing at the sword corpse at lightning speed.

The sword corpse retreated one after another.

The speed of the sword corpse was above the speed of Murong Xiaoxiao's sword.

But he never fought back, blindly dodging.

Every time, the cold light was always a fraction of a centimeter away from the body of the sword corpse.

Purple light floated on Murong Xiaoxiao's body.

Murong Xiaoxiao urged the flowing water.

The speed quickly kept up with the figure of the sword corpse.

The sword stabbed straight through.

The instantaneous acceleration made the sword corpse not react at once.

A small cut was made in his cheek.

Murong Xiaoxiao, who looked at the purple light floating on his body in shock.

The other sword quickly stabbed at an extremely exaggerated angle.

The sword corpse was no longer able to dodge and shoot instantly.

The speed of the sword is fast.

But at the same time as swinging the sword, he instantly reversed his wrist and used the sword body to attack Murong Xiaoxiao instead of the sword blade.

Murong Xiaoxiao quickly caught his movements

Quickly retract your sword.

Blocked the attack.

"What is this?" Yan Wuqing said in surprise.

"Flowing water, I've seen this kind of kung fu on the Demon Sect's Left Envoy. The voice on the phone said.

The sword corpse snorted.

Invert the wrist.

The sword made an exaggerated arc in the air.

Pitch-black sword qi swirled and floated around the body of the sword.

"Oh no!" exclaimed.

The sword has been swung.

The sword qi, like a waterfall, rushed towards Murong Xiaoxiao.

Murong Xiaoxiao's internal force hit the sword body, and he quickly slashed towards the sword qi.

The sword qi like a waterfall was instantly cut in half near Murong Xiaoxiao's sword body.

Turned into two strands.

The sword qi is too strong.

Murong Xiaoxiao's forearms were a little sore.

Murong Xiaoxiao turned the sword blade and used the side of the sword blade to cut the sword qi at a special angle.

The roar of the sword qi kept coming from his ears.

"What are you doing?" Yan Wuqing said in surprise.

She was avoiding the edge of the sword aura. The man on the phone said.

"What?"

"She's a genius at swordsmanship, there's no doubt about it. ”

The man said, "Maybe there will be times when her talent is better than yours." ”

Yan Wuqing listened like this.

But that sword qi was too strong.

Murong Xiaoxiao's mouth was already in pain.

But he still couldn't resist that kind of sword qi.

Purple light.

Wrapped around Murong Xiaoxiao's body, wrapped around the long sword.

The moment that sword qi touched the purple light, it became weak, and it was no longer so dark.

It gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a mist.

"This ......." The man was also taken aback.

"It's like this purple light has completely absorbed the sword qi. ”

"That's the cherry blossoms. The man said solemnly.

"The left envoy of the Demon Sect?"

The sword qi thinned and faded.

The sword corpse looked at Murong Xiaoxiao in front of him.

The purple light of Sheng was wrapped around his body.

"Maybe she can really defeat that sword corpse. ”

The man said.

The sword corpse looked at Murong Xiaoxiao, who was covered in purple light.

It's so weird that it nullifies an attack.

The sword corpse is no longer left.

Pitch-black sword qi gushed out.

Wrapped around the body of the sword corpse.

The black cloak fluttered under the effect of the sword aura.

The long sword seemed to be dyed black by the sword qi.

A pair of terrifying eyes stared at Murong Xiaoxiao in the distance.

"Yumo?"

The assassin's sword corpse couldn't hear Murong Xiaoxiao's voice anymore.

The primordial violence brought about by the Demon Cleansing Sword Technique, the desire to slaughter has completely dominated the body of the sword corpse.