Yuan Hong fell into Mo Wentian's hands and let out a high sword groan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Wentian's whole temperament has also changed a lot, plain, standing there, as if it was a tree, a stone is not the slightest special, but his back is very straight.

In the void, eighteen swords roared.

Mo Wentian's eyes became more and more bland.

At the last minute.

The Yuanhong in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and countless sword shadows suddenly spread out like a peacock opening a screen.

In the blink of an eye.

Countless sword shadows overlapped each other, and Yuanhong leaned straight forward.

The first sword that burst down shattered.

The second sword shatters.

The third sword is crushed.

The fourth sword smashes.

Eighteen swords volleyed down in the air, but they were like moths to a fire, breaking one after another under the abyssal rainbow.

The old man's expression showed a hint of shock, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and with a slight movement of his footsteps, the broken sword body suddenly rose to the sky, and in an instant, the broken sword suddenly fell like a rain curtain.

Mo Wentian smiled.

A sword pointed out.

Everything is total annihilation.

"Although the sword is good, it is something outside the body, obsessed with a good sword, after all, it is not a cultivation to the right path, just like at this moment, it is vulnerable. ”

Mo Wentian said in a slow tone.

There was a hint of anger in the old man's expression, and then it quickly turned into endless madness.

His eyes were fixed on Mo Wentian.

In the heart of the old man with an obsessed sword, the killing intent was incomparably strong.

He is now extremely disgusted with Mo Wentian, disgusted with Mo Wentian's light gesture to educate him, his pupils shrank slightly, and the footsteps of the old man with the sword slid out ahead.

The whole person pressed towards Mo Wentian like a mountain.

Put your hands together.

The endless sword qi suddenly swept out, and the whole person of the crazy sword became sharp, and he was like a peerless sword.

"Mo Wentian, I want to tell you, you are too confident, you have always thought that I am obsessed with the strength of the sword, but in fact, I am looking for the sword, grabbing the sword, there is only one purpose, that is to temper the body, the sword qi refining the body, you know how much pain you have endured in the process of cultivation, what qualifications do you have to teach me, you are not qualified at all, because you are just my subordinate defeated. ”

The old man let out a frantic shout.

The whole person was sharp, carrying a powerful sword qi, and he crushed the void with a punch.

Mo Wentian's eyebrows moved.

Yuanhong stabbed out, and the three-foot Qingfeng suddenly burst out, like thunder, as fast as lightning.

A punch hit.

Qingfeng suddenly annihilated in the void.

Fists go forward.

The strength of the devastating and decaying makes the heart palpitate.

Mo Wentian's footsteps moved gently, his right foot moved back slightly, the Yuanhong in his hand moved again, and the sound of the sword roared abruptly.

An eight-foot green blade suddenly swept out.

Everywhere Qingfeng went, in the void, cracks constantly appeared, incomparably sharp, containing incomparably powerful power.

Fist.

Blue Point.

Meet again in the void.

The power of the fist was completely broken, and Qing Feng left a striking mark on the indomitable fist.

Blood oozes out.

Blue Blade annihilated.

The old man with the sword is as light as the wind.

The body swept out, and the hands were folded, and it was pushed forward.

This moment.

The old man seemed to have completely turned into an extremely sharp sword, and his hands were the tips of the sword.

The whole person is like a shooting star.

It is like the bow of a ship on the sea that breaks through the heavy waves.

Mo Wentian's expression showed a trace of shock, and the powerful power carried by the old man of the obsessive sword was like a tide, rushing towards him, as if it was about to completely submerge him.

Yuanhong moved.

Sweeping through the void, a cold light like a moon arc suddenly came out.

The sword froze.

The abyss rainbow passed through the arc of the moon.

The tip of the sword reached the hands of the old man who was obsessed with the sword.

-for-tat.

In the void, endless sword qi surged, vertical and horizontal, constantly colliding in the void, emitting countless sharp sounds.

The old man's expression turned red, and every step he took was extremely hard, as if he was carrying thousands of mountains on his back.

When Mo Wentian carried it with one hand, he held Yuanhong in his right hand and pushed forward, and a deep mark appeared under his feet.

"Die!"

Suddenly, the old man with the sword let out a loud shout.

The powerful aura of the whole body emanated, and endless light suddenly emanated from the body, like the scorching sun hanging above the sky in the middle of the day.

The light is so bright that you can't open your eyes.

The old man of the obsessed sword ignited his own internal force, mixed with the purest sword intent, and the whole person was like a burning sword.

A flaming sword that marches forward.

The scorching temperature emanated, completely expelling the cold of winter, and the dense mist slowly rose, blocking people's vision.

The old man's expression became extremely hideous.

Mo Wentian's expression was very calm, and his eyes were even more flat, as if this was a battle that had nothing to do with him.

Underfoot, the receding mark was extended by a few points.

The surrounding fog became bigger and bigger, slowly rising, and then turning into raindrops falling one after another, and actually a light rain fell around the two of them.

The rain is getting heavier.

Endless sword qi shattered every drop of rain.

Under the heavy rain screen.

Suddenly, the rain curtain exploded.

The sharp sword qi turned all the raindrops into countless tiny rain lines.

Yuanhong broke through the countless entwined rain lines.

The sword stabs out.

Clashing with the body of the sword-obsessed old man.

The tip of the sword stabbed into the old man's chest.

Naheshi's hands also hit Mo Wentian's chest.

In a flash.

The two parted instantly.

Mo Wentian and the old man of the crazy sword each retreated dozens of steps.

Mo Wentian dragged a long mark under his feet.

"I didn't think of it, didn't you?"

The old man said with a smile, the sword qi turned all over his body, and the wound stabbed by the Yuan Hong quickly healed.

Mo Wentian looked at the old man calmly, with a hint of a smile on his expression, and said, "What didn't you think?"

The old man of the infatuated sword stared at Mo Wentian and said, "You are now at the end of the crossbow, right?"

Mo Wentian smiled, the Yuanhong in his hand moved leisurely, the sharp sword qi broke through the void, and the green blade flowed and burst out.

In a flash.

A hundred zhang Qingfeng appeared in the sky.

Slash down with a sword.

The sharp green blade broke through the void and slashed towards the old man with an endless edge.

The old man's expression couldn't help but change.

originally thought that Mo Wentian was seriously injured, but he didn't expect that Mo Wentian would actually urge the three-foot Qingfeng to a hundred zhang.

Blue Point is invincible.

In the void, tiny cracks continue to grow.

The old man's expression became very ugly.

The body moved, and quickly swept backwards.

"Don't ask the queen of heaven to have a period. ”

A cold voice came from afar.