On a mountain peak outside the Purple Star Sword Sect, a handsome young man sat cross-legged in the woods to cultivate, this was already the hundredth peak, and in the process of his cultivation, the glittering amethyst stone in the distance cracked, and a trace of purple spiritual power drilled into his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This person was Liu Xing, who had not returned to his residence for three months, nor had he gone to look for Zhuo Long and Mu Fei.

Cultivation is still the pinnacle of the Five Realms of Life and Death, and it is getting closer and closer to the Six Realms of Life and Death, and I believe that absorbing the light of the Purple Star Spiritual Power on the last five peaks should be able to break through to the Six Realms of Life and Death.

Liu Xing didn't know anything about what was happening on the platform outside the door, and he hadn't heard such news, in the past three months, he had not heard anything outside the window, and he was only focused on cultivation.

There are a total of three platforms in the outer door, and on one of the larger platforms, Sorrowful Sword Qiu stands there, like a sword about to be unsheathed, he stares at the black-faced young man who walked into the ring step by step, and the corners of his mouth curve a touch.

The inner and outer disciples were crowded, all watching Zhuo Long walk into the ring, thinking that Zhuo Long was a tall young man in Yushu, but he didn't expect to be so ordinary, he was not very tall and thin.

Just looking at the momentum and body frame, it is far inferior to the tragic sword, and the crowd is also sneering and sarcastic.

Zhang Lijun sneered, it turned out that Zhuo Long looked like this.

Han Yang looked at Zhuo Long's back and said, "Senior Sister Mu, can he catch the three swords of Senior Brother Bei?"

Mu Fei glanced at Han Yang and laughed softly: "Trust him." ”

There were tens of thousands of people present, and only Mu Fei believed in Zhuo Long.

Zhuo Long's body does not have true yuan fluctuations, but there is a strong momentum, this momentum cannot be said to be momentum, but a kind of strength exuded by the body, every step he takes, as if the heavens and the earth are trembling, that feeling can only be discovered by a clear-eyed person.

Sorrowful Jianqiu was a little surprised in his heart, this was a real swordsman, and it was a kind of insight to be able to compete with him, but he didn't expect Zhuo Long to be so strong. Using his body to trigger the power of heaven and earth has added a lot of strength to him, and under this strength, his momentum also seems a little weak.

In the ring, Zhuo Long stood straight and stared at the sad sword Qiu on the opposite side and said, "Senior Brother Sadness, please give me advice." After speaking, the corners of his mouth opened to reveal big white teeth.

Sorrowful Jianqiu frowned slightly, this was the first person among the outer disciples to face him so calmly. made him look a little higher.

"Good. ”

Sad Jianqiu nodded and said, "Three swords, take me three swords and don't die." Spare your life. ”

It's still the same as before, Sad Sword Qiu repeated it again, he will go all out with the three swords, and he also wants to see how powerful Zhuo Long is, who is a swordsman.

Rumble!

In an instant, Sorrowful Sword Qiu's body flashed with terrifying sword light, and the sword realm shrouded his body, not enveloping others like others, but enveloping himself, just like his defensive armor. It is impermeable and exudes an extremely strong sword light.

Zhuo Long's eyes were calm, and his skin also changed slightly, turning black and red, he was already black, so this change didn't seem too obvious, the five realms of the God Slaughter Battle Body. Entry, small success, big success, perfection, perfection.

Zhuo Long has reached the entry realm, reaching the perfect battle body, although he can't say that he has reached the god realm, at least he can step into the peak of the holy realm.

What kind of eyesight did Sorrow Jianqiu have, he saw the changes in Zhuo Long's body at a glance, and he was slightly shocked in his heart. At the same time, he also saw Zhuo Long condense a sharp sword to protect his body with the power of his body, which was indeed not something ordinary people could do.

"A sword is sad. ”

Sorrowful Sword Qiu let out a low groan, and a powerful sword qi bloomed from his fingertips, he did not use the real sword, but used the sword qi, this sword qi was like a real long sword, and the sword qi flashed. Heaven and earth seem to have changed, heaven and earth turn into autumn, and the long sword Xuanwu let out a whining and mournful roar.

Between heaven and earth is the sound of mournful sword roars, this sound is getting louder and louder, the crowd close to the ring heard the sound of the sword, the five organs were instantly damaged, wow, vomiting blood, and some people's skin was cut by the sword.

Zhuo Long stood there like an indestructible piece of jade, watching the rapidly coming sword light enlarge in his pupils, and suddenly he moved!

At this moment, the crowd became nervous.

Zhang Lijun and the others also watched Zhuo Long take out the sword with wide eyes, because Zhuo Long was a swordsman and had to draw a sword.

Scold!

With a soft sound, one step out, a sword light, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be torn apart.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were instantly quiet!

Even the sound of breathing stopped!

The crowd's eyes widened, but they found that Zhuo Long was still standing in place, but the sword qi that the sad sword Qiu slashed out had disappeared.

The sad sword's autumn eyes exuded a bright light and were full of strong interest.

Zhuo Long actually caught him with a sword, which surprised and surprised him very much.

"Senior Brother Sadness, you have to do your best. ”

Outside the ring, Broken Qingqing frowned and said to Sad Jianqiu.

Hearing this, Sorrow Jianqiu felt a little unhappy in his heart, and when he was most annoyed by the move, others stood beside him and pointed, and glanced at Duan Qingqing without speaking. If it weren't for the fact that Duan Wuwei was an elder of the outer sect of the sect and was in charge of Broken Heaven City, he would never have agreed to Duan Qingqing to bully an outer disciple, which was simply humiliating.

If it weren't for the spread of the matter in the inner and outer doors, today's covenant of the three swords, it is estimated that the Sorrowful Sword Autumn would not come.

However, now he no longer regards Zhuo Long as an outer disciple, and the latter's current strength is also a leader in the inner gate.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, the second sword. Sorrowful Jianqiu stared at Zhuo Long, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his hands twisted, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, and shouted: "Heaven and earth are sorrowful." ”

Rumble.

With a loud bang, the heavens and the earth trembled, and two powerful sword rays, one fell from the sky, and the other rushed up from the ground, like a dragon and phoenix intertwined, making a whining and mournful roar, as if the heavens and the earth were broken, and only two sword lights remained, and soon, these two sword lights fused together and strangled towards Zhuo Long.

Zhuo Long's face changed greatly, the power of this sword was ten times stronger than the sword Sorrow just now, and before the sword qi arrived, he felt some pain in his skin, and there seemed to be traces of cracking.

"This sad sword autumn is so powerful!"

Zhuo Long was horrified, he was indeed not the opponent of Sorrowful Sword Qiu, with this sword alone, he couldn't catch it, unless Liu Xing might be able to catch it here.

Of course, if he could cultivate the God Slaughter Battle Body to the point of becoming small, he would definitely not be afraid of this sword.

Scold!

Without allowing Zhuo Long to think too much, the Divine Slayer Sword was instantly unsheathed, and the sword light flashed and slashed towards the terrifying screaming sword shadow.

Phew!

The sword light tore through the heavens and the earth, slashing at the sword qi. The sword qi split into two and continued to strangle towards Zhuo Long, fusing again on the way.

Zhuo Long's complexion changed suddenly, and the Divine Slayer Sword flickered, and another sword light roared by.

Bang!

In the end, Zhuo Long still didn't stop the scream of heaven and earth, and the sword qi instantly bombarded his body, and his skin cracked open with Dao sword wounds. His body was also blasted to the edge of the ring, and he was embarrassed to stop, and his face was very ugly. Even his face had a long sword mark.

The entry of the God Butcher Battle Body couldn't stop the sword qi of Sorrowful Sword Autumn, Zhuo Long was very shocked in his heart, and said in his heart: This Sorrowful Sword Autumn should be able to rank among the top ten disciples of the inner sect.

Bei Jianqiu himself thinks so, if he hadn't met the first person in the inner gate three years ago, how could he be ranked thirty-eighth?

Boom.

Zhuo Long's sword was not lightly injured, and he was covered in blood, but in his eyes, there was no flinching or fear, the sword man, the idealism was immortal. Don't stop killing, move forward bravely, and only then can you be proud of your sword.

Looking at the resolute color in Zhuo Long's eyes, as well as the strength exuded from his body, Sorrowful Jianqiu was still quite impressed, and he couldn't bear to kill Zhuo Long.

Because Zhuo Long is not a martial artist, not a realm of life and death. **There is no power of regeneration, no life force, a sword split, Zhuo Long will definitely die.

Sorrowful Sword Qiu gave birth to a trace of friendliness, stared at Zhuo Long for a while, and said, "The last sword." If Senior Brother Zhuo can catch it, this matter will be relieved. ”

Sadness Jianqiu was also unhappy in his heart, he knew that the person who helped Broken Qingqing to bully was so arrogant, he said that he would not come forward with anything, and now he regretted it a little, but everyone was watching, and he couldn't lose face in Sadness Jianqiu.

He cultivated the Great Compassionless Sword Technique. There shouldn't be sympathy and forbearance in his heart, but he has it for Zhuo Long, so the Great Compassion Sword Technique no longer works, and he changed his move, which is called the Three Swords of Loneliness.

This sword is his own swordsmanship in his early years.

"Lonely. ”

The eyes of the sad sword exuded an awe-inspiring sword light, independent heaven and earth, extremely lonely, as if the figure was tall in an instant, and a lonely sword slashed towards Zhuo Long.

The crowd was shocked, they all knew that the Sorrowful Sword Qiu was powerful, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful, even if some elders of the Heavenly Realm took his sword, they were afraid that it would be very difficult, and if they didn't get it right, they would be injured.

Roar!

Zhuo Long let out a strong roar, like a wild beast roaring, and the Divine Slayer Sword was unsheathed again, exuding an extremely strong blood-colored sword light.

"Extinction Chop. ”

Scold.

A cross-shaped sword light flickered, slashing towards the lonely long sword.

Under the lonely sword, it seems that all things are not born, and the realm is cut to extinction.

Zhuo Long's extermination slash also really had this intention, with the power of annihilating everything, it suddenly shattered the sky in the ring, and a deep sword mark appeared in the ring, and the faces of the surrounding crowd turned pale with fright, and they flew into the air.

Phew!

A light wave shone brightly, and there was no rumbling sound, as if the inflated balloon had been punctured by a needle in an instant.

Two blood lines flashed, one from Zhuo Long's body, the other from Sorrowful Sword Qiu's cheek, and a lock of sideburns was cut off.

There was a deathly silence between heaven and earth, and the crowd was dumbfounded, forgetting to breathe.

Zhang Lijun's eyes were round, looking at all this incredibly, his heart was beating fiercely, and the feeling of his heart throbbing was very unpleasant, that feeling made his nose a little sour and his legs weak.

He said that Zhuo Long couldn't catch the first sword of Sorrowful Sword Qiu, but Zhuo Long not only caught the three swords, but also made Sorrowful Sword Autumn bleed.

Tragic Jianqiu, is he defeated?

In the ring, Zhuo Long's sword was sheathed, his body was a little weak, and blood flowed down his pants and flowed in the ring.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Sad Sword Qiu's mouth, although the Lonely Three Swords were created by him in his early years, he has also perfected them over the years, and there are very few lonely people who can catch his third sword in the inner door. There was no one in the outer door, but Zhuo Long did it, not only that, but also scratched his cheek, which really underestimated Zhuo Long.

"You won. ”

Sorrowful Jianqiu watched Zhuo Long spit out three words, and then glanced at Duan Qingqing apologetically, turned around and disappeared in a blink. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )