In the field, Yue Qianlou and Yang Xuan stood opposite each other, and the ground under the feet of the two of them was empty.

But what frightened Liu Weishuang was not the ground under their feet, but the crack in the space that had just healed within the range of the battle between the two.

When the crack was completely healed, Liu Weishuang's gaze fell on Yang Xuan, and his eyes contained all kinds of complicated expressions such as shock and disbelief.

He didn't arrive, Yang Xuan's growth rate was so fast, how long had it been, and he had already fallen far behind, and he was even able to compete with a veteran master like Yue Qianlou.

At this moment, he directly doubted in his heart whether he had cultivated to a dog for so many years.

Yue Qianlou's reddened eyes were still staring at Yang Xuan, looking extremely crazy.

After calming his breath for a while, Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and a trace of killing intent spread in his eyes.

At that moment just now, Yue Qianlou definitely used his real kung fu, and he didn't feel relaxed when he used the heavy earth formation diagram and the power of death.

But what puzzled him was why Yue Qianlou would find him and ask him to hand over the girl.

As far as he knew, a madman suffering from paranoia was extremely attached to what was on his mind.

In Yue Qianlou's spiritual world, Nan Nan has always been by his side and has never left, and recently, Yang Xuan has not met him, so, in the case of not meeting, how did Yue Qianlou determine that it was Bai Qi who took away Nan Nan?

However, this is no longer important, since Yue Qianlou appeared in front of him, then Xiaohua's revenge should also be avenged.

"Yue Qianlou!"

Yang Xuan said coldly: "First, I didn't touch your nan. Second ......"

After a pause, the tip of his knife had begun to tremble slightly, and a murderous aura began to spread.

Yang Xuan's voice was like ten thousand years of ice: "Nothing second, die!"

As soon as the word dead came out, he directly slashed it out.

This knife, from top to bottom, slashed through the void.

Bang!

A huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky, like a blue iron chain, connecting the sky and the earth, sending out a momentum of destruction and destruction.

At the same time, there seemed to be thousands of troops rushing from the lightning, rushing towards Yue Qianlou with boundless killing intent.

Liu Weishuang exclaimed: "Left the sand field road?"

He really couldn't understand why Yang Xuan was able to use the way of the battlefield of Zuo Qinghou, didn't he enter the Tao with the power of life and death?

"Yue Qianlou, die!"

Yang Xuan's voice came from the lightning, cold and ruthless, with boundless killing intent.

Then, the whole person appeared in mid-air, and the long black knife in his hand slashed down again.

With the slash of this sword, a long river suddenly appeared in the sky, and the river rumbled and the waves were monstrous, as if it wanted to wash away all the sins of the world.

Liu Weishuang's face was full of sluggishness, and she exclaimed again: "Han Zhibei's way of countercurrent?

Lightning descended into the world, thousands of horses galloped, the long river flowed backwards, and the Dao intention of the two masters of the Dao Dao, with the momentum of destroying the world, rushed towards Yue Qianlou together.

In the face of Yang Xuan's unbeatable blow, the crazy bloodthirsty color in Yue Qianlou's eyes was still undiminished, he was a madman, a madman who entered the Tao because of his affection, but was trapped by his family.

His face was full of madness, and the countless sword lights behind him moved, each sword light was like a swordsman, performing peerless swordsmanship, and one sword light chilled the fourteen continents.

In the next moment, these countless sword lights were like a refinement, attacking Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's eyes showed a look of surprise, in his senses, these countless sword lights from Yue Qianlou's Dao Intent, each sword light was different, and it was by no means simply gathered together.

If you look closely, each sword light seems to be performing a different sword technique, and the sword technique used is different.

And the most terrifying thing is that every sword light reveals the kind of extremely affectionate, extremely sword-like feelings, and that kind of extremely sad feelings.

It's like countless swordsmen are screaming together, sending out the kind of sword that is in despair because of sadness.

Huge despair hit Yang Xuan's heart, and in an instant, Yang Xuan actually had an urge to cry out loud.

If it was placed on Yang Xuan not long ago, under Yue Qianlou's sword, he would die without any accidents.

After forcibly suppressing this huge despair, there is no need to guess, Yang Xuan already knows the name of this trick: sad death!

It is said that Yue Qianlou's supreme swordsmanship has a total of three styles, which are the embodiment of all his Taoist intentions and all his feelings.