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You must know that the Shura sword technique is a peerless sword technique created two hundred years ago for the murderous demon Bai Shura, who is constantly troubled by the rivers and lakes, and it is rumored that this set of sword techniques was created specifically for killing, and the difficulty of cultivation is also very great, first of all, you must quench an incomparably strong killing intent, and you can practice this sword technique.

But

When Bai Shura debuted, his powerful Shura swordsmanship was almost invincible all over the world.

But with the cultivation of Shura's swordsmanship, Bai Shura's cultivation also embarked on a fork in the road, and the pure killing intent wiped out his will, which made Bai Shura's temperament change greatly, becoming cold-blooded and ruthless, and killing people.

Although the Shura sword technique is strong, the more you cultivate, the more you lose, the will is gradually lost, and finally you become a slave with killing intent.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu in front of him is very rational, and he doesn't look like he is controlled by killing intent.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket looked solemn.

Exit eight hundred steps in one go.

The old man poked out a heavy finger.

The fingers are carved like jasper, crystal clear, and glowing with endless brilliance.

Clang!

One finger meets the black sword.

A completely different and powerful internal force blended together.

The old man in the sheepskin jacket took the opportunity to flee, and in an instant, his body disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes showed a hint of shock, looking at the figure that had fled away, he couldn't help but give up the idea of chasing and killing, this old man in a sheepskin jacket seemed to be weak, but in fact it was like a pool of water, and he couldn't see the bottom at all.

After a fight, Zhang Xiaoyu's heart was also very shocked, this old man's strength was almost unfathomable.

Stand in the void.

The black sword stood casually behind him.

"Gang Master Zhang, you are a little too domineering, you don't want to compete for the famous sword, but you don't dare not let other people fight. ”

An indifferent voice rang out.

Zhang Xiaoyu's expression was cold, his eyes followed the source of the voice, and an old figure slowly walked out of the crowd.

Badaomen Fan Tian smiled. ”

The old figure walked out and reported to himself.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyebrows moved.

Li Qifeng's expression was extremely cold.

"Old man, if you don't enjoy your old age well, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said in a cold tone.

Fan Tianxiao's expression had a hint of calm smile in his expression, he paced slowly, raised his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and said, "I'm here to get the sword, I don't know if you want to stop it?"

Zhang Xiaoyu took a deep breath.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said very softly.

Fan Tianxiao's smile disappeared instantly.

One step into the void.

In the void, countless sharp voices suddenly sounded, and I saw that dense giant knives descended from the sky, with a powerful might.

"Old man, I'm going to have thirteen swords in heaven to greet your Shura swordsmanship. ”

Fan Tian smiled softly.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body moved, and he rose vertically.

The body soars into the sky.

In an instant, in the void, a bright light shone brightly.

The light fell vertically, like a peerless sword falling from the sky.

Fan Tianxiao's expression froze, his hands moved, and on the ground, many weapons flew up, including knives, swords, arrows, and gravel with both hands, gently making complex seals.

An incomparably large knife appeared.

Above the sky, the light that fell like a meteorite went straight down.

Overwhelming.

Shura swordsmanship: Sword of Hell.

The black sword carrying the aura of the hell demon slashed at Fan Tianxiao.

Lightning-fast.

Fierce as spring thunder.

Heavy as Mount Tai.

On the black sword, a strange aura emanated, making people's hearts palpitate at the same time, giving birth to a feeling of powerlessness, like a young child facing a thousand pounds of weight, his heart is more than enough but his strength is insufficient.

Fan Tianxiao's expression was extremely confident.

The giant sword with countless debris was also slashed.

Bang!

The sound of drought and thunder rolled in, which shook everyone's hearts.

Two huge shock waves spread in all directions.

Fan Tianxiao couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and a flush appeared in his expression.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood quietly and looked at Fan Tian smiling, smiling very happily.

At the moment, I am smiling very happily, and it contains too many meanings.

There is the joy of a big fish being hooked.

There is the joy of everything that develops according to one's expectations.

Of course, there are other meanings as well.

Fan Tianxiao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a hint of vague killing intent in his expression.

This time, in order to compete for the famous sword, the Badaomen also took great pains to send out a few old antiques who had lived in seclusion for many years.

Fan Tianxiao is just one of the pioneers.

Zhang Xiaoyu's smile made a lot of people feel inexplicable, just like walking on the main street, and suddenly a stranger asked you to invite you to dinner in the afternoon.

"Gang Master Zhang, it's better for you not to take care of some things, so as not to catch fire yourself, I advise you to get out of the way, don't be a common stumbling block for everyone. ”

Fan Tian said with a cold tone.

The black sword in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand flickered, pointing at Fan Tian and smiling, his expression becoming extremely hideous.

"Come on, what's the problem, I'll carry it Zhang Xiaoyu. ”

Unbridled laughter was heard.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood beside Li Qifeng.

The simplest and most effective way to put it.

Fan Tianxiao's face twitched a few times, and his gaze became cold.

"We'll see. ”

Fan Tian smiled softly.

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, his eyes swept over all the people, and said softly: "It's time to close the net." ”

Distance.

Mu Lao's body stood quietly, and his body had been in this posture since Zhang Xiaoyu rushed into the battlefield.

There was a solemn look in his face.

Mu Lao kept rubbing his hands.

Now is the most critical moment, and the more this time, the more careless it is.

A figure hurried in.

Light pace.

Kneeling beside Mu Lao, he said something.

Mu Lao's solemn expression softened a little.

Look into the distance.

It seemed that all the blocks had disappeared cleanly, and after crossing the exit of the Sleepy Dragon Valley, I saw a killing.

This time, the layout seems simple, but in fact, it is a dark link, pressing step by step.

Those who exited the canyon never dreamed that beyond the canyon, there were even bigger traps waiting for them.

On this trip, they embarked on a road of no return.

The three hall masters of the Ichthyosaurus Gang, nearly 30,000 gang members, have been waiting for them for a long time.

When those people came out of the canyon, they were greeted by death.

A point of no return.

Go all the way to the end, and the result is death.

One after another, people in the rivers and lakes died at the hands of the Fish and Dragon Gang.