I heard that as soon as Nangong Yijian's seven-wound sword came out, he would definitely see blood, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Therefore, when Yan Ruyu saw the Seven Wounds Sword, her eyes also condensed a little. The former Spirit Sword Emperor had seven injuries, but now he seems to be a puppet with his soul removed, and he has lost his arrogance in the past, and he looks gloomy and defeated.

Yan Ruyu is a sword cultivator, so he can naturally see that the spirit of this sword is no longer the same as before.

Although it is cruel, I have to say that the Seven Wounds Sword here is no longer to be feared, and Yan Ruyu is enough to fight it with this extremely ordinary spirit sword in his hand.

Nangong Yijian mocked: "I can see that you are a sword cultivator, but you are just fighting with me on the territory of the Hidden Sword Sect, is it a little too arrogant." ”

Yan Ruyu lowered her eyes, and her tone was surprisingly calm.

Sword fighting is nothing else, her duty is a sword cultivator, although the spiritual method is not weak at all, but for every sword cultivation competition, she has respect, so she put away Fang Cai's disdain.

Even if the person in front of him is a damn Nangong sword.

"The Tibetan Sword Sect, I only recognize the Sword Saint alone, what is your Nangong sword, even the Seven Wounds Sword is no longer the domineering of the emperor in the past, and now your sword path is the same as your human skin, and the inside has long been festering. Yan Ruyu reprimanded coldly, "Now you, how can He De call yourself a swordsman!

What a big breath!

Nangong raised his eyebrows with a sword, and his heart, which had been quiet for many years, became a little irritable because of her words.

He is a sword cultivator, he has never forgotten this, it is by relying on his superb and unparalleled swordsmanship that he has a place in the Tibetan Sword Sect, and later he became even more famous, and he has always been smooth.

Yan Ruyu denied him in this regard, I really don't know what to say!

And she also mentioned that person, that old man, his master Sword Saint. These two things were enough to make Nangong Yijian temporarily forget her calmness and focus on sending her to a dead end.

Without further ado, Nangong raised his sword with a sword, and an immortal aura swept away from the Seven Wounds Sword Wave.

There was no big move, but the offensive was already far away.

Yan Ruyu's wrist flipped, and the same momentum was invisibly emitted.

The distance between the two is not far, nor is it close.

With their gentle, seemingly unintentional movements, the woods on either side of the path leading to the pavilion seemed to be windy. Knock down those small trees like an autumn wind.

Rumble!

Invisibly, the two attacks finally collided in mid-air.

This collision knocked down a lot of trees on both sides.

And the two people who did all this were just gently swayed by the wind, and the rest did not change otherwise.

Nangong Yijian stared at Yan Ruyu seriously, and the Seven Wounds Sword was raised to the level of his pupils. His gaze was reflected in the cold light of the mirror-like smooth blade on the Seven Wounds Sword, which was sharpened like clay.

Then, the sleeves rolled back and the sword light came out.

This seems to be domineering, but it is a gentle sword, like a spring rain with venom.

Yan Ruyu's breath softened suddenly, like autumn leaves falling from dead trees to the surface of the lake, gently swinging, pointing out ripples.

Her sword, as gentle as autumn water, silently sank the fallen leaves to the bottom of the valley, and contained all foreign spring rain and poisonous water.

It seems to be gentle, but it is actually a domineering sword.

When the two hatchbacks meet, it's still a tie.

In other words, because of the ordinary grade sword weapon used by Yan Ruyu, her swordsmanship seems to be more clever.

Nangong Yijian was annoyed and angry, he was proud of himself, except for the Sword Saint and the Void Spirit Son, no one in the world could stand out on the way of the sword. Even the original Linglong Daojun may not be able to.

Now, there is a woman who has suddenly taken his sword with great ease and skill.

How old is her bone age, and it is as if her youngest apprentice Qingyang is a few years younger than Qingyang.

Nangong Yijian doesn't believe in this evil!

The sword qi came out again, and it became softer, even softer than the sword of Yan Ruyu Fangcai.

Fang Cai Yan Ruyu overcame rigidity with softness, and now, he looked at how she could overcome softness with rigidity.

However, how could Yan Ruyu be such an ordinary sword cultivator, who had to use rigidity to transform softness and overcome rigidity with softness?

The sword she came out was softer than Nangong Yijian, and it was so soft that it suppressed the softness of Nangong Yijian so much that she couldn't even touch the shadow.

She is a female cultivator, and she has a unique advantage over male cultivators in this regard. Nangong Yijian is more soft than her, when he is a flower without bounds, is it indestructible?

Her dispatch was really beyond Nangong Yijian's expectations.

His face sank, but it was more solemn than ever. Yan Ruyu's two successes have fully reflected her kendo attainments, not a newcomer, not just a newcomer, but just like him, she is already a kendo master.

"There's one more trick. Yan Ruyu said.

The wind was blowing, but she couldn't lift her green silk, and it was blowing behind her very iron, making her more gentle, or rather, unfathomable.

As a sword cultivator, Nangong Yijian naturally understood what 'there is another move'. Gulai sword cultivation has an unwritten habit, if you lose the lead within three moves, the future competition will be very affected, and it is difficult to have a chance to win.

And now, he made two shots, not to mention losing, but he didn't get any better, and to some extent, it had a great impact on his chances of winning.

With a cold snort, Nangong rushed towards Yan Ruyu with a sword, but he decisively gave up the tentative sword and went directly to the real move.

At his level, the speed is self-evident.

There was still a long distance in the last second, and in the next second, his sword had already reached Yan Ruyu, pointing directly at her delicate eyebrows.

The head of the sword lost her eyebrows, but Nangong Yijian did not relax, and turned around to block, but it was Yan Ruyu who appeared on his back, and the head of the sword was against the back of the Seven Wounds Sword.

The speed of Nangong's sword is fast, and Yan Ruyu's speed is not slow, and he was stabbed by him, naturally he is a phantom.

The phantom shadow was specially left by Yan Ruyu as a trick, otherwise even the shadow would not be left.

The two swords collided, and Yan Ruyu suddenly exerted force, and the strength was so great that Nangong Yijian had to take a few steps back. After leaving a scratch on the Seven Wounds Sword, Yan Ruyu stepped back.

At this time, another move of Nangong Yijian had been formed.

This move has been accumulating strength since the beginning.

Several magnificent sword lights flashed above his head, descending from the sky, forming a sword formation around him.

"Huh!" the Seven Wounds Sword pointed at Yan Ruyu.

Chaozong's ten thousand swords changed direction, and the head of the sword was aimed at Yan Ruyu.

The sword mound was filled with sword qi, and the spiritual liquid in the spirit river was rapidly consumed.

Countless swords stabbed at Yan Ruyu from all directions under the order of Nangong Yijian.

Yan Ruyu is like a delicate flower, being targeted by so many complicated spirit swords, and then she wants to pierce her heart with ten thousand swords.

The speed of the sword was very fast, and it rushed in front of her, and even aimed a sword at her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, they stopped in front of her, and if they could hurt her by just an inch, they couldn't.

Just because, Yan Ruyu's body was gentle, and it seemed to be a little squeamish.

It was the sound of her bones, her sword bones.

At this time, she is like a dusty sword, even if she does not brush off the dust, she can still fluoresce the sword. A corner is enough to ecmese the starlight.

In front of the emperor of the sword, where the sword only has the share of submission, how dare he make a mistake?

"Go!" Yan Ruyu casually twisted two fingers, with a petal between her fingers, and aimed at Nangong Yijian.

When he landed, all the spirit swords turned against him.