The eastern sky had turned white, the night was about to pass, dawn was about to come, and in the mountains near the island town, in a chaotic area, two figures stood with their backs to each other.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the field, blowing the ends of their hair and the hem of their clothes. These two people were motionless, as if they had been pointed.

"Tick, tick", suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of dripping water in the field, although the sound was small, but in this silent field, it was extremely clear. Here, there is no water, and the sound of dripping water is obviously not produced by water droplets dripping to the ground.

In the center of the field, surrounded by a mess, shattered stones, tumbling dirt, and broken weeds, it seemed as if a fierce war had taken place.

Zhuo Fan and Ouyang Wang held their long swords and stood quietly with their backs to each other, neither of them moving, and no one turned around. Suddenly, with a soft sound of "Huh!", the clothes on Zhuo Fan's left shoulder were torn, and a terrifying sword mark with blurred flesh and blood that was ten centimeters long appeared on his left shoulder.

The entire left sleeve was soaked with blood, and drops of slimy blood flowed down his hand, dripping from his clenched left fist, dripping to the ground, making a sound.

This is the reason for the sound of dripping water in the field.

Zhuo Fan was injured, and his strong body was still cut by a sharp blade. Zhuo Fan's infinitely strengthened body, the toughness of his skin, even a bullet could not penetrate it, but under the blade of the Imperial Void Divine Sword, he was still injured.

Ouyang Wang smiled, he glanced down at his chest, but saw that the clothes on his chest were torn, but he was not injured, because the blade of the Panlong Sword only cut his clothes and did not hurt him.

"Hmph! Compared with me, you're still a little worse. Ouyang Wang spoke, he broke the silence, and with a contemptuous tone in the cold, it echoed over this small area.

In the confrontation just now, the winner was naturally Ouyang Wang. On the way to the sword, he has obviously been immersed in it all his life, and the realm of the sword path has reached an unimaginable level. And kendo, for Zhuo Fan, is not a strong point.

"Ouyang Wang, eat me with a knife!" Suddenly, in the woods on the edge of the land, a roar sounded, and then, a terrifying knife qi suddenly erupted from the forest, and a brilliant sword shot up into the sky, soaring dozens of zhang, and then with a thunderous momentum, he slashed Ouyang Wang head-on.

The sword light illuminated the heaven and earth, and the trees exploded one after another, and then swept out to both sides by the strong knife wind, and the terrifying knife qi actually shattered the woodland below into a huge ravine in an instant, and that knife qi had not really been split down.

The power of the sword of the person who came actually made the space vibrate, and the sun and the moon were also dull.

"The light of fireflies, dare to compete with the sun and the moon?" Ouyang looked at the incomparable sword qi that split out of the forest, and casually waved a sword light with endless cold qi towards the sword qi.

The sword qi and the sword light collided together in an instant, making a piercing sound of metal impact, and then, the sword light was shattered by the sword light, and the terrifying sword energy was scattered at once, and the sword light did not disappear after the sword qi was dispersed, and slashed directly towards a thin figure holding a single knife in the forest.

Wherever the Sen Han sword qi passed, everything within three zhang of the surrounding area was frozen in ice, no matter how fierce and terrifying the sword qi was, it was this cold qi that was unbearable.

"Roar!" An angry roar sounded from the forest, and the brilliant sword light burst out again, and under the agitation of the knife qi, the thin figure was actually holding the knife in both hands, and fiercely slashed at the Senhan sword qi that shot in front of him.

"Boom!" As if Mars hit the earth, the sword qi and the sword violently collided, and a breath of destruction spread from the impact point, and then swept out in all directions, the earth trembled, and the entire woodland trembled.

A thin figure flew upside down from the energy storm, and a canopy of blood was sprinkled in the air. The man smashed directly into the trees behind him, and the roars rang out one after another, and the big trees were broken by him one after another, and then they fell down, and the branches broke and the leaves flew.

The terrifying energy wave that erupted directly shattered all the trees within a radius of ten zhang, and the ground was shaken into a fine sand-like existence.

"Duanmu old ghost!" A few exclamations came from a distance, and then, several figures like wind and lightning rushed into the forest, and the first person was a fat man.

"The sword breaks through the void!" With a cold shout, Zhuo Fan suddenly jumped up with the dragon sword in his hand, turned around, and turned into a dark and obscure streamer, roaring, stabbing at Ouyang Wang.

"Hey, look at my swordsmanship!" Ouyang Wang felt Zhuo Fan's monstrous battle intent, and he was shocked, and finally wanted to use his kung fu to press the bottom of the box.

Ouyang Wang smashed out the Imperial Void Sword in his hand, and the Imperial Void Sword suddenly turned into a brilliant sword, rushing up, breaking through the streamer sword qi that shot in front of him, and shooting towards Zhuo Fan like a devastating devastation.

"Sonorous!" Zhuo Fan swung his sword and smashed the sword that the Imperial Void Sword turned into, and was about to make a move towards Ouyang Wang, but the Imperial Void Sword that was smashed open by him, at this time, made a turn in the air, and it was as agile as a snake, rolling towards Zhuo Fan's neck.

Ouyang Wang manipulated the Imperial Void Sword, like an arm and a finger, there was no trace of stagnation, and after Zhuo Fan smashed it open, the sword light immediately attacked him again. Moreover, the speed at which the sword light was moving was gradually increasing.

"Is it really the Imperial Sword Technique?" Zhuo Fan's heart was shocked, that sword light contained great power, although he smashed it open, but the incomparable sword qi contained in the sword light impacted his body one by one, and Zhuo Fan's hand holding the sword faintly felt a burst of paralysis.

The silent sword light, the rapid movement around Zhuo Fan's body, was like a bolt of lightning, constantly launching deadly attacks on him. If Zhuo Fan hadn't held a divine weapon in his hand, he would have been divided by Ouyang Wang at this time.

Just when Zhuo Fan was in a predicament, suddenly, a vigorous figure like a goshawk flew out of the forest, and approached Zhuo Fan in an instant, and then, a surprising scene appeared, the person actually stretched out his right hand and grabbed towards the sword light.

Who is so bold? How dare you reach out and grab the sword light transformed by the Imperial Void Divine Sword? I really don't know whether to live or die!

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Wang's mouth raised a disdainful smile. In this world, except for the fact that the same divine weapon can resist the Imperial Void Divine Sword, there is nothing that can stop the blade of the Imperial Void Divine Sword.

"Sonorous!", sparks burst out, and an incredible scene appeared, the mighty old man who flew out of the forest actually grabbed the sword light turned by the Imperial Void Divine Sword.

It turned out that the old man was wearing a pair of pitch-black gloves on his hands, and that pair of gloves seemed to be a treasure, and with the sharpness of the Imperial Void Divine Sword, it was difficult to break the gloves for a while.

The opportunity will not come again, Zhuo Fan took advantage of the moment when the Imperial Void Divine Sword was caught by the old man, he mustered up the strength of his whole body, his silver hair flew wildly, and the divine light in his eyes rushed out of his eyes, he let out a roar like thunder, and the rolling sound waves shook the heavens and the earth, and then used the strongest sword move - one sword and seven kills!

One sword and seven kills, the sword is as its name suggests, the coiled dragon sword in Zhuo Fan's hand also came out of his hand and flew up, and then the seven sword rainbows appeared, and the seven sword rainbows shattered the void like meteors catching the moon, and suddenly appeared in front of Ouyang Wang.

The seven sword rainbows were incredibly fast, and they unleashed unprecedentedly powerful sword qi fluctuations, shaking the void and pointing directly at the seven fatal places on Ouyang Wang's body.

Before Ouyang Wang could turn around a single thought, he felt the pain in his face from the Sen Han Sword Qi, and where he was pointed by the Seven Sword Qi, blood beads were oozing out, and the breath of death surged into his heart. At this moment, he felt that he was so close to death.

"I don't want to die! I can't die yet!" Ouyang Wang's will to survive was unprecedentedly strong, and then, he didn't want to, so with the natural movements of the martial artist, he instantly took a step to the side, and at the same time, his fists blasted out, smashing the four sword rainbows that flew towards his chest, but the other three sword qi, he could no longer dodge the past.

"Poof!" A sword qi stabbed a clear blood hole in his right leg and thigh, and blood gushed out, soaking his pants immediately; "Huh!" A sword qi slashed across his left shoulder, tearing through his clothes, leaving a terrifying blood groove on his shoulder, and blood burst out; the third sword qi passed under his left rib, leaving another sword mark on his body.

Among the four sword rainbow paths that Ouyang Wang smashed into the air, one was transformed by the Panlong Sword, the Panlong Sword, one of the top ten divine weapons in the ancient martial arts world, the sharpness of the sword blade, extraordinary, Zhuo Fan's right fist, dripping with blood, was obviously injured by the Panlong Sword.

Zhuo Fan flew up and caught the Panlong Sword, and then, as soon as his left hand clenched into a fist, the person was still in the air, and he blasted towards Ouyang Wang, who was stumbling backwards.

The surging fist power is like the rolling Yangtze River, like a surging river, rushing and roaring, surging forward, and the blazing aura illuminates the entire territory.

"Damn!" Ouyang Wang was furious, Zhuo Fan came to a few masters, and they actually joined forces to fight him alone, which really made him angry, he also punched upward, and the dazzling light swept out the boundless cold air, which instantly blocked Zhuo Fan's fist power, and then the two violent forces collided violently, canceling each other.

The grass, trees, and stones, like snowflakes in a storm, were swept up into the air in an instant, and then burst like firecrackers, sprinkling sand and dust all over the sky. In a deafening roar, a figure flew up, like a meteor, upside down, and smashed into a tree next to the land, and a trace of blood mist floated in the air.