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I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the heavy snow flying in the sky seemed to be setting off the tense atmosphere between the two on the top of the Tianxiang Pavilion.

On the street, Luo Changfeng and the others stared at the two people in the heights.

Even if the snow covered their eyes and blocked their vision, they could clearly feel the fierceness of the snowflakes that fell between the two of them facing each other in an instant and were cut into countless pieces by the invisible wind.

A cold light flashed.

On the street, Li Xingyun, Jiang Manlou and others were dazzled by the cold light, and subconsciously blocked their vision with their palms.

"It's moving. ”

Luo Changfeng just squinted.

Maybe it's because the knife of his knife cultivator itself has a good knife intent and is used to it, so he doesn't react to this cold light very violently.

He saw that the two figures on the top of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion finally moved when the cold light flashed away.

He couldn't help but sigh under his breath.

Jun Zeyu and Liluo, Chongyang and others stared at the top of the pavilion from afar.

They heard Luo Changfeng's voice almost at the same time as the figure's movements.

Like an uncertain prophet, like that cold light, it flashed away.

The first to move was naturally Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

The people in the Sword Pavilion cultivate swords, and they are pure disciples, so they naturally know the truth of taking the lead first.

Jiang Manlou and Li Xingyun's reactions were undoubtedly slow for a moment.

When their gaze fell on the two figures on the top of the Heavenly Incense Pavilion through the layers of snow again, they were surprised to find that there was nothing abnormal about the two of them.

Still standing there calmly.

Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, stood with an iron sword in his hand.

The old students in the inner courtyard of the academy looked calm.

If there was any difference from the previous moment, it was only that the snow falling in front of the old student in the inner courtyard of the academy seemed to be thicker and more broken.

Li Xingyun was a little puzzled.

Especially I don't understand what Luo Changfeng meant by moving.

"Where did it move?" Jiang Manlou said in surprise.

But no one answered his question.

Naturally, people who see the movement in this moment on the street will not be distracted to answer his question, because that will probably cause them to miss some wonderful scenes. And those who didn't see that moment of movement were likewise unable to answer his question, because they, like Jiang Manlou, didn't see anything.

But just because you don't see it doesn't mean nothing happens.

Luo Changfeng said that he moved, that is, he really moved.

Jiang Manlou, Li Xingyun and Xue'er Ling'er didn't see it, but Jun Zeyu and Liluo and the others saw it clearly and heard it clearly.

It was a sword light, a sword light that was so fierce and dazzling and so swift.

Sword Pavilion disciple Zhou Tong swung his sword to cut out that sword light. The sword light made Jiang Manlou and the others obscure their vision, making Luo Changfeng squint.

It was a split-second thing.

It seemed like nothing had happened in that moment, but in fact a lot had happened.

Naturally, the old student in the inner courtyard of the academy would not stand there waiting for the arrival of this sword light.

In front of him, a strong Sanqing Qi was condensed as a screen.

The invisible barrier of the Three Clears Qi was like a layer of water, and the falling snowflakes were like residual leaves floating on the water.

That sword light slashed down on the barrier of the Three Clear Qi. The barrier was cut out with a slender and long sword mark, which rippled and shattered the snowflakes.

Unfortunately, the surface of the water cannot be cut, and no matter how deep the sword marks are, it will eventually be filled by the soft water.

Therefore, Luo Changfeng's voice and Zhou Tong's sword swinging action happened at the same moment. Therefore, Jiang Manlou, Li Xingyun and the others didn't see anyone make a move, because that cold light that flashed away was a shot. Because the snowflakes that are as broken as sand and salt are shots.

"My cultivation is above you, if you don't have a sword, you won't have a chance to do it. ”

Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, held the iron sword in his right hand and stood erect in front of him, and his left hand pointed together, clinging to the iron sword body and slashing upwards from the sword grid.

A sword light lit up at the fingertips, extending along the iron sword bone towards the tip of the sword.

He left his sword with both hands, and unexpectedly quickly formed a handprint in front of his eyes.

I saw that the sword order pattern on the hilt of the iron sword seemed to be awakened by this complex and obscure big handprint, and all the snowflakes around Zhou Tong's body suddenly stopped.

"Go to ......"

A low shout sounded, and Zhou Tong formed a handprint with both hands and stabbed out towards the void in front of him.

The iron sword broke through the air.

All the still snowflakes around Zhou Tong's body also disappeared with the iron sword breaking through the air.

Every snowflake suddenly turned into a cold sword.

Countless snowflakes turned into countless cold swords. Countless cold swords pierced the void and countless sword trajectory channels.

Ten thousand swords are coming.

It is true that the surface of the water cannot be cut, but it can be pierced.

Countless swords pierced into the water at the same time, and even if the rain hits the beach, there will be ten thousand pits.

The old student in the inner courtyard of the academy saw these countless swords flying towards him, and his face also appeared solemn.

As Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, said, his cultivation was at the peak of the Miao Dao Realm, but he was not as good as the opponent's Yuan Shen Realm.

Although he also cultivates swords, he still has shortcomings compared to the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who use swords as the way.

This chase of hundreds of miles, he also suffered a lot.

Moreover, along the way, even if there was a fight that made the other party serious, he might not be able to come back alive from under the iron sword.

So the fight between the two, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't have any chance of winning.

But so what?

Since he Situ dared to chase and entangle this person all the way for hundreds of miles, he originally had the mentality of dying.

Many years ago, after his family was wiped out and his half-brother fell into the hands of those slaughterers, he was still alive and dead.

For the past ten years, he has been searching for the whereabouts of his lost brother.

It wasn't until not long ago that he learned that his biological brother was likely to be rescued by the Sword Pavilion at that time, so he went around to inquire about the past ten years ago, and then he learned that the Iron Sword Commander under the Iron Sword Sect of the Sword Pavilion was one of the children brought back by the Sword Pavilion at that time.

This is the only clue he has at the moment.

In order to find the whereabouts of his long-lost brother, he has no regrets.

"This is my family heirloom's sword, called Blood Drink. Since there is no hope of finding relatives, then it will be a sword!"

The long sword in the hand of Situ, an old student in the inner courtyard of the academy, suddenly burst into a scorching red light. The originally cold sword body began to burn at the moment when the red light bloomed.

Situ holds the sword and holds the sword flower.

The tip of the longsword, glowing with a scorching red light, touched the barrier.

So a whirlpool appeared on the barrier. The center point of the vortex is exactly what the tip of the sword is pointing at.

It's as if the calm water is beginning to collapse into the depths under the whirlpool.

His wrists were moving lightly.

The vortex began to roll and sweep with this agility, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, so that the color of the sword stained the entire surface of the barrier lake.

A terrifying devouring force was released from the vortex.