The sharp edge of the sword was blazing, far away from the place where the sword was due, and the two of them, who were also friends and enemies, stood on a high place, watching the battle from afar.

"It's a rare master sword duel......"

The white belt fluttered in the wind, and the traces of the wind looked at the people facing each other in the distance, and asked coldly, "Didn't you promise to meet me again in Fengxing Mountain?"

"Eh, I just don't think you want to miss this sword duel, so I specially invited you here. ”

"Heh, did I misunderstand?"

With a faint smile, he was noncommittal, and the eyes of the Wind Scar were full of interest, "I have heard of the inheritance of the blood of the Skulltan Sword Clan for a long time, but the poor Baji suffered from terminal illness for the rest of his life, but it made me lose my interest in the challenge. ”

"Terminally ill...... I'm afraid it's mostly a knot. ”

"You asked your apprentice to mediate this feud, is it to help the poor Baji see through the confusion?" Standing on the top of the swordsman, the traces of the wind can see the persistence of the poor eight poles.

Single-mindedly for the inheritance of the Skutan Sword Clan, the poor eight poles were paranoid and lost a qiē. is at the pinnacle, but only cold and lonely companionship, living for the sword all his life, and sad and desperate because of the inheritance of the sword, and even embarking on the road of destruction.

"It's not all, it's the last lesson I taught my disciples. He replied with a smile, and he seemed to sigh when he remembered the autumn year.

"Oh?"

"He's not you or me, and he's not Lhotse Shang. If he wants to improve again, he must learn how to deal with unexpected changes. In this battle, although there are no more people watching besides you and me, no matter what the victory or defeat is, the result will definitely reach the ears of those who are interested. ”

"Are you asking for trouble for him?"

"Well, that's not true. He has never really stood at the peak, but he looks forward to the end of the sword, so how can he be at the top of the sword, and endure the endless wind and rain, can I forge my self-immovable spirit. As for the road to seclusion and return to the truth in the future, that is another matter. As for the trouble...... Oh, this way of remembering the autumn year will protect its stability. ”

Cihe's eyes looked downward, and Yi Qiunian's gaze swept over the poor eight poles, and he talked eloquently, "The poor eight poles are so extensive in the sword that almost no one in the world can reach them. In terms of sword skills alone, even I may not be able to win. And he is the same as Wenren's little brother, his body is difficult to break, and he is an opponent on a par. ”

Wind Scar said, "You're too modest. I am still somewhat sure of defeating him, but if it is a battle of life and death...... The results are unpredictable. ”

"It's rare that you'd say something like that, huh?"

"Discerning the strength of the opponent is the foundation of a swordsman. The pure blood of the Skutan Sword Clan was completely stimulated, and the poor Baji's body was no longer bad, and he was willing to embark on the road of destruction and killing...... Pity. ”

It's a pity, it's a sigh that the rest of the life of the poor Eight Extremes is coming to an end, and the fate of a generation of sword realm grandmasters is imminent. After a moment of silence, the Trace of the Wind turned his eyes to Yi Qiunian and asked, "Aren't you worried about me and revealing the details of your apprentice to others?"

"Will you sue the heavens?"

"Hmmm......"

In this life, he is also a friend and foe, and the trust of his only confidant is always laughing. With his hands on his back, the two strands of white hair in front of the wind's forehead fluttered lightly, and he stood silently for a moment, and replied: "Yi Qiunian, last time I told you that you had a good apprentice. This time, I have to praise you for being a good teacher. ”

"Ha, Wenren's little brother is just a few years older than them, don't your two baby apprentices also teach them well?"

"Look at the sword. ”

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Under the setting sun, the Xijiang Divine Sword is like an extension of the arm of the poor eight poles, non-human, non-sword, human and sword are one, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. The mourning wind gusted, the eighth sword of the poor eight poles was about to come out, and the orange sunset light was refracted on the divine sword.

Close your eyes, erect your sword, and gather momentum, the sword of the poor eight extremes is simple to the extreme, except for the inheritance of the secret style, it is nameless, but it can always solve the opponent appropriately.

I know that the poor eight extremes know the sword into the bones, and the result is the same no matter the succession. The last three swords, inevitably the other party occupies the general trend, Wen Renran shot in front, Danqing saw that Shanghua Mang gathered, and the sword light did not leave any room for change in the back hand, just a pure sword swept out, straight to the eight poles.

"Humph!"

The face is still the same indifference and hatred, the poor eight poles are urging, the sword full of killing intent is sent back, and the long-term momentum is even more powerful, and the latter is the same, and there is no return!

**Two swords in a row, the two swordsmen seem to have a spirit in their hearts, do not move, do not dodge, do not dodge, and each make a move.

The poor Baji held the Western Frontier Divine Sword in his hand, the boundless killing intent filled Fang Yuan, the bright red blood on the sword body reflected in the long sky, and the pure blood energy of the Skulltan Sword Clan was performed in one go.

The sword of pure killing and destroying miè came in a blink of an eye, Wen Renran's eyes were slightly closed, and the danqing in his hand was straight to the ground, and the crystal glow was endless. At the moment of contact with the poor eight-pole sword qi, the boundless bloody killing intent hit the heart sea.

Affected by the impact, Wen Renran retreated quickly, calmed down, and then turned his mind and decided to kill to stop killing. Wen Renran's body qi changed, as if there was an infinite desire to infect him, and the sword intent of the Eight Extremes, which should have been very different, seemed to be transformed into a sword of the same origin in the process of Wen Renran's retreat.

A little remaining strength was difficult to dissipate, and Danqing saw that it was spinning in the air, and there was already a killing aura overflowing above it. Wen Renran immediately kicked to the ground, stretched out his hand to hold Dan Qingjian, and saluted the ground with an oblique sword.

The sword move of the counterattack is the same as the killing intent, but there are more mixed negative desires. After the poor eight poles broke the move, the remaining strength on the sword was not stopped, the Western Xinjiang Divine Sword blocked the chest, and the backhand quickly pierced the remnants of the counterattack.

"What's the name of this trick?"

"Comfortable. People are born with desires, but they can't be endlessly cathartic. This sword is the release of human desires. ”

"Freely?

"It only takes its meaning, but it has nothing to do with the Lord of the Sixth Heaven. ”

Xu is sword sympathy for each other, heard that people pestle the sword to the ground, and said: "At the beginning of the sword test in the rivers and lakes a few years ago, martial arts people were more interested in seeking fame and fortune, and they inevitably got into all kinds of dirt. I am not a murderous person, provoked and plotted, and I will do everything I can, but I can't respond with a cheap strategy. For a long time, it makes one's own mood restless, and the sword heart is disordered and impure. In order to prevent distracting thoughts from disturbing my heart, I took the opportunity to create this way of swordsmanship to dispel demonic desires. ”

"Then come again!"

The nine swords fought each other, and the poor eight poles let out a light sigh, and then the killing intent and blood were all gone, and the whole body was light and light, but it was an even more terrifying final sword style!

However, the Poor Eight Extremes Dream Blood Sword did not move, but Wen Renran collected the sword at this moment, and then condensed a sword qi in his hand, and a strange sword intent was hidden, as if it could imprison a qiē, and there was no escape.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The sword of freedom is not my ultimate, and the tenth sword will end with this sword intent that cannot be fully displayed. ”

snuffing out the sword qi in his hand, he said, "My last sword has come out...... As for your tenth sword, I will leave it to the next time to receive it. If the Western Frontier Divine Sword and Waterfall Spring Yingluo don't have the opportunity to use it, you will probably hate Jiuquan. ”

It is difficult to withstand the devastation of natural serious illness, and the poor eight poles have used their swords again, and they have embarked on a road of no return. The mental power required by the Skullpool Blood Sword Dream Style was far from being comparable to the previous Nine Swords. No matter whether the extreme move wins or loses, the poor eight poles are left with only a way to die.

Poor Baji hugged his arms and said coldly: "What do you hate?"

"It's hard to get together, ** can't beat natural diseases; The inheritance is severed, and the idea is not tolerated by the world. ”

After laughing a few times, the poor Baji did not appreciate this, and said loudly: "Forget each other to live, there is nothing to end up poor, why hate? Flies compete for blood, ants fight for holes, not I am not allowed in the world, but the world is not allowed in me." ”

Feeling that the evil sounded familiar, he thought of the words that were very different, and replied to the words of the poor Baji: "Born in a sentient world, who can be independent of the outside? You are a part of all living beings, and everyone you hate is a shadow in your heart. Why did you lose your beloved apprentice, don't you still understand?"

"Children...... Now I have parents and wives, and people think they are unforgettable, but I think they are vain. "The poor Baji voice is cold and cold-hearted, it is difficult to hide the sadness in his eyes, and he thinks for a long time.

Brahma's predecessors are still in Yundu Mountain, and it is the first time that this kind of thing has been left to himself. Wen Renran had no choice but to take the original words of the sinful body, and replied one by one: "Since this is the case, what resentment do you have?"

"Huh?"

"Ling Lang's weakness in the sword has made you dissatisfied, so why are you begging for Ling Lang's resurrection now? Even if Ling Lang has died twice, but you are still obsessed with his resurrection, what is this?"

Without waiting for the poor eight poles to refute, Wen Renran continued: "This is because you are sorry for what you have done in the past, and you want to start from scratch. In order to resurrect Ling Lang, you are willing to be the enemy of everyone, and even exhausted......"

There was silence for a long time, only the sound of the wind echoed, and Poor Baji suddenly looked up and laughed miserably: "Even if the devil leaves tears, he will be laughed at by the world!"

"But you are a man, not a devil. ”

"Do you have children?"

"She doesn't have to fight for the sake of inheritance. ”

Hearing this, he was silent for a long time, and then he put away his sword and pointed at it, and suddenly a coffin emerged from the deep ground.

"If my son can't live, Jin Xiaokai still can't avoid death!"