There are many beautiful things in the world, and what is better than two people who are happy and then live and die together?

Li Xiuyuan has nothing to ask for!

He who has nothing to ask for is even more wantless, he has no desire and no desire, and the sword is more powerful.

He was well aware of the gap between his cultivation and Yan Kaitian. In front of this kind of powerhouse who is at the peak of his spiritual ability and has extremely terrifying defensive power, his sword pursuit is only a quick word.

Because he couldn't withstand any of Yan Kaitian's attacks after releasing cultivation. He can only win quickly and not give his opponent any chance to make a move.

Nameless Eleven Swords Seventh Style.

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There were still several armored generals in the tent, and after noticing the movement outside the tent, they knew that something had happened to the assassin Yu Dang, and when they were about to go out of the tent to capture them, they suddenly felt a cool and sharp sword wind rushing towards them. Before they could react, Li Xiuyuan's fast sword had already deceived Yan Kaitian's back.

Yan Kaitian Spirit Realm cultivation has a terrifying Yuan Shen Perception.

From the trajectory of the sword qi and the frequency of the low sword sound that ordinary people could not detect, he could instantly conclude that this was another nameless eleven sword starting style, even if he didn't turn around at all.

You don't need to see the opponent's sword path, so you don't need to turn around.

His body tended to lean sideways, and he had already calculated the point and timing of the sword's landing, so he only waited for the long sword to stab. However, in the next moment, Yan Kaitian, who noticed that the trajectory of the sword qi had deviated from his expectations, frowned slightly.

"Do you know that you don't dare to take risks when you use a sword, and you want to take advantage of the situation to hand over the second sword?"

Yan Kaitian is worthy of being a person who is scheming to eradicate Ye Weiyang. Just by the wind marks caused by the deviation of Li Xiuyuan's sword qi, he could determine the number of paths, which was really terrifying.

However, although Li Xiuyuan's temporary change of sword path made him slightly surprised, he was only slightly surprised. Since you know a lot about the nameless eleven swords, how can you not expect some variables after the first sword?

stretched his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes showed some contempt: "The second form of the nameless eleven swords is also expected." ”

He moved his toes slightly, ready to dodge the second sword.

His heart was like water, and he was still silently calculating the time when the sword arrived, but Li Xiuyuan's sword suddenly stabbed earlier than expected.

Yan Kaitian, who exposed his back to his opponent, suddenly felt cold.

"So fast!"

According to his knowledge of the Nameless Eleven Swords, there was a gap in the conversion of sword moves between the first and second swords. It would take time to fill this insignificant gap, and even the blink of an eye would be enough for him to respond.

But Li Xiuyuan's abrupt transformation of a sword is completely like a flowing move, there is no gap in the splicing of the two swords, and the sword momentum is not weak but increases, as if the original two swords are multiplied, and the tiger stabs out like a gate.

Yan Kaitian, who despised his opponent, felt the pressure under this sword, and he had no choice but to dodge, and he was pierced through the robe by a sword. Li Xiuyuan took advantage of the situation and rose with his sword, the sword qi was staggered, and the crumbs of the tent's underwear and robes fell all over the sky.

There was a brief silence in the tent, as terrible as the ghost of the dead.

Several generals looked at the beautiful scholar in the night clothes holding the long sword in disbelief, the same swordsmanship, but it was like two people who had just seen.

Yan Kaitian, who was hiding from the side with his bare upper body, was also looking at this self-proclaimed scholar Ye Weiyang killer, I have to say that Fang Cai's sword frightened him almost caught his way, if it wasn't for the body protection qi, I am afraid that the sword qi raging when the other party raised the sword would really hurt the flesh and skin.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xiuyuan again.

Li Xiuyuan was also looking at him.

No matter what kind of thinking he had, whether he was worried about Chu Chan's heart and the enemy, lest the longer it would take to give Yan Kaitian more opportunities to see through the true meaning of the Nameless Eleven Swords, Li Xiuyuan knew that there was not much time left.

In the case of a large gap in the realm, the Nameless Eleven Swords pay attention to unexpected speed. It is not only fast to refer to the sword, but more importantly, the sword is also fast.

So when Li Xiuyuan's eyes met again, he drew his sword again.

It is still the starting style of the Nameless Eleven Swords, but compared to the previous sword, the speed is faster and the sword momentum is stronger.

"Again?"

"This sword is faster and more powerful. ”

"Is it a simple starting move, or is it a repetition of the old sword technique of Fang Cai?"

At this time, Yan Kaitian, who saw it with his own eyes, became more and more puzzled and fell into deep thought.

Originally, he thought that he had already eaten the nameless eleven sword and six sword moves, and he suddenly had a terrible illusion, as if he had encountered Mo Ming for the first time when he used this kind of sword technique to break his defense. There are only six sword moves, but there are dozens of variations, and the performance in the hands of this beautiful young man makes him helpless.

He was furious.

He clenched his fists.

The Qi of the Spirit Aperture Realm cultivation was released without reservation, and he told himself that he was going to start getting serious.

"No matter how fast your sword is, no matter what kind of sword path changes are hidden after this starting move, the gap in cultivation is the gap in cultivation, the way of heaven has been ten thousand years, how have you ever seen the primordial realm unsullied defeat the god to lead the saint? This farce should finally come to an end!"

Yan Kaitian made a move.

With a single foot shook, billowing smoke and dust rose from the tent.

All the clothes and gravel and sand on the ground bounced up in an instant, and then froze in the air. Yan Kaitian then held up his palms and pushed outward, and the terrifying waves of qi rolled forward like the waves of the angry sea.

Li Xiuyuan's pupils shrank, and with his current cultivation, if he was hit, it would be tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, so he had to connect with the second sword of the nameless eleven swords in advance.

Before the first sword momentum was accumulated, it was in a hurry to turn the blade, which was destined to reduce the power of this sword.

The body flashed in a sharp arc with waves of air, which swung open and shattered the tent. Li Xiuyuan rose to the sky, his sword qi rushed to the night, and then left a straight sword mark in the night sky like a flying star, and the sword fell!

"Is it true that the old trick is still repeated?"

Yan Kaitian raised his head and squinted his eyes.

He was almost wounded by this sword just now, how could he make the same mistake twice in a row.

With a dip in his palm, the divination halberd erection erected on the side flew into his hand, Yan Kaitian swept with strength, and suddenly a strong wind rolled Li Xiuyuan in the angry dragon scroll.

Seeing this, Chu Chanxin, who was deeply surrounded, quickly got rid of the entangled several soldiers, and she in the Yuan Shen Realm took the opportunity to jump up, swinging seven swords in a row and slashing towards the angry dragon scroll.

Li Xiuyuan, who was deeply entrenched in the angry tornado, his body was uncontrollable and flew everywhere like leaves, and he smelled the bloody smell in his throat and eyes, and he knew that he had suffered internal injuries. Already desperate, he suddenly saw the angry tornado give birth to a neat crack, like a sword slashing into the lake, and the lake was gradually healing.

Li Xiuyuan's face was painful.

The force and inertia in the furious tornado were too strong for him to manipulate his body.

In a hurry, he threw the sword in his hand hard, and the iron sword flew out and hit the wall everywhere and turned back and forth, drawing more than a dozen sword qi sword marks in the center of the dragon scroll, like a drawing talisman and more like a calligraphy.

Li Xiuyuan was naturally not in the mood to practice writing at this time, his eyes were locked on the trajectory of the iron sword, and when the iron sword hit the wall again and came back to him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now is the time!

The iron sword flew in, and he reached out and clenched it.

The iron sword once again recoiled with the residual strength of the sword, just in time to take Li Xiuyuan's uncontrolled body away from the range of the power of the angry tornado. With the iron sword in his hand, he took advantage of the situation to make another sword, and his body turned into a clear and mighty cold light, escaping from the sword marks that the tornado was gradually healing.

Li Xiuyuan's figure reappeared under the night starry sky.

He knew that Zen had saved him.

So the moment he escaped from the angry tornado, he habitually looked for Chu Chanxin's figure among the countless crowded Dayan soldiers.

He saw her.

When he saw her, she was hit hard in the back by Yan Kaitian's dancing divination halberd, and then vomited blood.

Li Xiuyuan shouted angrily: "No!"

In a few flashes, he flew towards Chu Chanxin, who had fallen from mid-air.

Holding his slender and weak waist, Li Xiuyuan held Chu Chanxin in his arms, landed on the ground, and landed in the camp surrounded by Dayan's iron armor.

Where can Li Xiuyuan care about his life and death.

He held Chu Chan's heart, and for many years of living alone, he had never been as afraid as he was at this moment, afraid of losing someone.

He wept.

The pale Chu Chanxin had all the muscles and bones in her back, her lips were bright red and bloodstained, her breathing was weak, staring at Li Xiuyuan's face and smiling miserably: "When I was young, I met a monk from Youfang, and he said that Zen Xin would die in the arms of a person in this life. That person was a scholar, and the monk said that he came from the future, that he had returned to his previous life in order to cultivate his fate, in order to mend his fate with Zen in the third life of the next life. That person, is that you?"