Suddenly, the black light and red light burst out, and an earth-shattering loud noise came, but the confrontation in the field was nearing the end.

The storm weakened, and the chains of the dark law in Yan Shanyue's pupils were broken one by one, and her forehead was blue.

Lin Ruoying and Su Murong were both shocked into the air and fell suddenly.

The Demon Phantom Drama behind the giant Han Chagu shattered and disintegrated, and the blazing red light shattered into a sky full of stars, gorgeous and gorgeous.

Chagu was on one knee with a knife in one hand, and lost his full combat effectiveness.

Lin Suyan's three daughters fell to the ground, unable to move.

Among them, Yan Shanyue's situation was the worst, the left side of her face was terrifyingly blue, and the originally heroic and scholarly girl became a yin and yang face.

The strange air pressure and air flow disappeared, the heroes fell to the ground, and seeing that the battle situation was clear, it was a lose-lose situation, some people were ready to move, trying to grab the knife, and some people were afraid of death, fearing fraud.

Zhang Jiao was about to step forward, but her pupils constricted and she stopped suddenly.

Lu Ping'er was eager to try, intending to use the "Extreme Shift" Extreme Speed Snatching Knife, but was stopped by Chu Tian in an instant.

Chu Tian pulled Lu Ping'er to his side, his lips touched his earlobe, and he explained quickly.

The girl nodded in agreement, and at the same time felt the other party's breath blowing in her ears, and she couldn't help but feel half of her body numb and her cheeks hot.

At the same time, Su Murong, who was in a slightly better condition among the three women, was about to go up and snatch the Emperor Hate Demon Knife in Cha Gu's hand, when he saw a figure in the field flickering, and there was already one more person beside Cha Gu.

The man was tall, the giant man Chagu knelt down just to be at the same level as him, he was wearing an indigo sword robe, wearing a sword around his waist, and wearing a mask on his head, covering his face, the mask was blank and without any patterns, at first glance, it seemed that it was a person with no facial features, giving people a strange feeling.

Zhang Jiao stopped because she saw him move.

He is the commander of the Arakawa Brigade, the immortal river sect.

The Immortal River Sect reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Emperor's Demon Sword, and said to Chagu, "Thank you for your hard work, Chagu. Let me deal with that. ”

Chagu let go and willingly handed over the knife to the other party.

When the Immortal Chuan Zonglu got the Emperor Hate Demon Knife, he immediately sank his center of gravity, made a squatting posture, and stretched his right hand diagonally to his left waist to hold the knife, and the blade dragged behind him.

Lin Ruoying's pupils shrank suddenly, and she shouted, "Retreat!"

She learned the sword, and she had already seen the opponent's trick - Riwa Kendo Juhe Slash!

But it was too late, and the heroes who gathered around to grab the knife didn't react at all, only a flash of red light, and then a black, and these people couldn't see anything.

Wearing a blank mask, the immortal Chuan Zongluo swung out with a knife, and the emperor hated the demon knife that obviously did not have a scabbard, but it seemed to be pulled out of the scabbard, first the knife light was retracted, the knife body was dark, and when the knife was waved (the knife was drawn), the red light appeared, and a red string moon was cut out of the sky, and more than a dozen heads flew into the sky, and the blood sprayed, like a red rain.

The heads of the sword-snatchers were still in the air, and their eyes were wide and round, as if they couldn't believe that they were going to die like this......

Cutting off more than a dozen heads with one sword, what kind of powerful sword technique is this?

The sword is not separated, which is different from the sword and sword in the Chinese martial arts.

In China, the knife and the sword are both short weapons, but the names of the two are different (one knife and one sword), the shape is different (one bends, one is single-edged and one is double-edged), and the usage is also different (one uses more chopping and one uses more thorns).

The knife is thick and powerful, and the sword is light and skillful.

But there are not so many differences between Japan and kendo, and its katana is more inherited and evolved from the Chinese Tang sword, and the usage has both the continuation of the Tang sword and its own creation.

The move of the Immortal Chuan Zongluo just now is called "Juai", also known as the sword drawing technique, which is a technique in the Japanese and kendo to instantly draw the sword and kill the enemy, which requires the heart, eyes, breathing, and posture.

Zhang Jiao knew that Lord Zonglu was super strong, and Takeda Raid had told her that Lord Zonglu could use an ordinary sword to split the Shizhang Waterfall with one sword, which could cut off the river, and now that Lord Zonglu has obtained the Emperor Hate Demon Knife, wouldn't it have more terrifying power, and the power of killing has increased unabated!

Su Murong was also in the ranks of grabbing the knife and almost died.

If it weren't for her quick reaction and timely raising her fists, if it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a treasure weapon specially refined by Chu Tian on her fist, "Hanging Sky Cloud", blocking that knife, she was only afraid that she would be in a different place like other martial artists at this moment, and become a headless female corpse.

Su Murong recalled the knife just now, and still had palpitations, just now, the moment the Immortal Chuan Sect took out the knife, she felt that her heart was like a big hand clenching fiercely, and she stopped jumping, she immediately raised her hand to protect her neck, only to see a flash of red light, and a huge force came from her fist, and she was shocked and flew out.

Now that I think about it, the illusion of a stopped heartbeat is actually the oppression brought about by the approach of death.

The knife technique of the blank masked man on the opposite side is the sword technique of the god of death.

Death wields a sword, and he will surely reap life!

Yes, she had to admit that in the face of the Immortal River Zongluo, an unprecedented fear arose in her heart.

The Immortal Chuan Sect stood there proudly, and asked in a somewhat jerky Huaxia language: "I am learning swords in Rihe, and today I challenge the Huaxia kendo masters, who dares to fight with me?!"

There was a dead silence in the audience, and no one responded.

Immortal Chuan Zongluo sneered: "It turns out that there is no one in Huaxia, and the heroes of Huaxia are just a group of gutless rats!"

Although his voice was light, it made people feel that this sentence was full of contempt.

The heroes couldn't raise their heads, and many of them had angry faces, but they knew that they were only going to die, and part of their anger was anger at their own incompetence.

"What kind of ability are you using the advantages of the magic sword to challenge the heroes? You are not trying to compete in the way of the sword, but to be better and sharper than whose blade is not fair!" At this time, the Huaxia Sword Sect could not swallow its anger, otherwise its dignity would be lost, and I saw an elder of the Qingcheng Sect standing up and questioning and retorting.

The Immortal Chuan Zongluo inserted the Emperor Hate Demon Knife into the ground, stretched out his hand and pressed the Tai Dao on his waist, and said, "Then we don't need the Demon Sword Emperor to hate, do you dare to fight?"

The old man drew his sword and stepped forward and said, "Since it is a fair challenge, why don't Tu dare?"

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly, it was only because of this that the person who came out at that time had some relationship with her, and that was Tu Fei, the elder of the Qingcheng faction, the master of the Qingcheng faction's precept hall, and the actual ruler of the Qingcheng faction.

Although Elder Tu has gray hair, he has profound skills and a strong body.

Elder Tu was once a minister under her skirt and a guest on the couch, passing on her swordsmanship and exercises, and liked to press her under her and let her call herself "Master".

Seeing Master Tu and Master Zonglu facing each other, Zhang Jiao inevitably had some small entanglements in her heart.

Tu Fei stepped forward to salute, raised his sword and drew his sword, there was no need to be polite to the uneasy and kind-hearted Rihe people.

He didn't come out for no reason, he actually had his own plan in his heart, defeating the other party, wouldn't he be able to win the Emperor Hate Demon Knife?

How could Zhang Jiao's little goblin follow Riheren? If she wins the magic knife, will she come back to me?

He knew that the other party was not easy to match, but if he only competed with the sword, he still had some confidence in the Qingcheng Sword Sect Elder Tu.

His "pine wind swordsmanship" shot, such as the strength of the pine, such as the speed of the wind, the more he danced, the more he danced, the sword in his hand was completely unclear in shape, direction, only a vague silver light, like a pine forest between the cliffs like the sea, suddenly in the face of a strong wind, thousands of pine needles like a sword, with thousands of changes, thousands of ways to envelop the opponent, unpredictable, and unavoidable!

Zhang Jiao had also performed the "Pine Wind Sword Technique" in the ring of the martial arts competition, but Tu Fei's "Pine Wind Sword Technique" was obviously more clever and more subtle.

Although Zhang Jiao's sword was fast, it was a little messy.

Tu Fei's sword was extremely fast and varied, but it was extremely stable.

This is the highest level of the Qingcheng Sword Sect!

Immortal Chuan Zonglu's face was expressionless, and his blank mask was invisible.

In the face of the silver sword light surging like pine waves, he did not flinch, but his center of gravity sank, his upper body stood upright, his lower body squatted, his left hand rested on the scabbard, he hooked the blade with his thumb, and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

His eyes fell on the ground in front of him, not paying attention to the changes in the opponent's sword momentum.

Breathe, breathe.

Suddenly, the thumb of his left hand pushed the blade away from the sheath, and the five fingers of his right hand simultaneously tightened the handle of the knife, pulling out the sword at lightning speed, and suddenly a blue sword light like a match crossed the space of nearly ten meters, slashing towards the silver sword light.