Far away from the mountain suburbs of the glass fairyland, a sad rain drifted through. Jin Xiaokai, who reformed his evil and turned back, walked in the rain and walked on the road of going out to comprador daily necessities.

Suddenly, a strong killing machine that chilled the heart and lungs locked the unforgivable. The tone was faintly chilling, and the eyes were terrifying. Just three words, the frightened forest is full of birds flying in the air, the beasts are fleeing, and the wind stops the trees from hanging.

"Fire Spirit Vein. ”

The ghostly man appeared in front of him at some point, wearing a brown linen shirt, with his arms folded on his chest, and his murderous gaze shocked his heart and made people dizzy. A lifetime of loneliness is the ultimate in seeking the sword, and the poor eight poles have lost their children and mourned, embarking on a road of revenge that no one can stop.

As soon as he touched his eyes, Jin Xiaokai knew what the other party was trying to do, and blurted out: "Ha, are you here to ask for a sword?"

"Is it just a sword?"

The words are cold, and there is boundless resentment. The eyes are light, the poor eight poles are based on the place, the movement of a thought, the sword is horizontal, and the wind and rain are broken. Jin Xiaokai, who has studied for more than ten years through the Virgin, was hit hard with one move, flew out upside down, and bent his knees and vomited!

"Damn, look at the move!"

In order to survive, Jin Xiaokai red evil in his hand, fighting with a sword, but his tricks failed, and it was elusive to find the opponent's whereabouts.

Try tasteless again, the poor Baji snorted coldly with disdain, and let the red evil sword blade poke in the chest, but it is like King Kong is not bad, and it is difficult to hurt in the slightest!

"You, you should commit suicide and apologize!" There was a faint anger under his calm face, and the poor Baji reached out and grabbed the sword body, no matter how Jin Xiaokai struggled, it was useless.

Subsequently, the sword of the poor eight poles was bent well, as if it was effortless. The red evil was forced, and he fell to Jin Xiaokai neck, that is, he wanted to devour the life of the lord.

Jin Xiaokai's death was imminent, and one person suddenly entered the game horizontally, pointing to the sword with his luck, and Jin Xiaokai opened his wrist vein, and threw it back dozens of zhang.

"After watching it for so long, did you finally make a move?"

After sneering, the poor eight poles did it at the same time. The same sword finger, different from the previous superior ability, the sword of killing stabbed out obliquely, the sky was full of wind and rain and howling, and the hand was not merciless!

"Although I hate Jin Xiaokai very much, I also want to see him die at your hands. But watching the two of them being used as fools is always a little unpleasant. ”

The sword pointed closely, the chill seeped people, and the majestic martial breath followed, reaching the sky. As a warrior, he instinctively responded, and he responded with his commands. I didn't go all out, I tried a sword with my body, the Buddha and the demon combined to dissolve the sword qi, and the poor body of the eight extremes didn't seem to be bad, and a sword was in the middle of the game.

"Do you use it? Only by taking my sword can there be room for negotiation!"

When he first met his opponent, he responded in surprise. However, the revenge of killing the son is difficult to throw, the heart is extremely sad, the poor Baji is even more angry, not leaving a second to breathe, raising his sword posture to the sky, and the rain sets off a storm, and the murderous nature rises!

The thunder in the sky is surging, and the sword wind is fast to the front door, but Wen Ren Ran does not retreat an inch. Halfway through the poor eight poles entering the sword, a divine sword suddenly fell from the sky. Subsequently, Wen Renran spread out his palm and said: "This is the waterfall spring, which can help make Lang recover his body and not destroy the opportunity for resurrection." Waterfall Spring Yingluo is supplemented by the ability of the Western Xinjiang Divine Sword to grow flesh and vitality, as long as you protect the poor eight poles with all your heart, you can always regain a glimmer of life for your parents and children. ”

"Hmmm......"

The divine sword is dazzling, the sword cultivation is early to the round, the poor eight poles are free, the sword stopped his eyebrows and did not move, he was silent for a moment, and warned in a deep voice: "Those who deceive me will pay the price!"

"Jin Xiaokai went to fetch the divine sword, but he was instructed by Banhuarong. There is a debtor and a debtor, I think you will not be willing to be deceived. ”

Banhuarong's current strength is not enough to arouse people's interest. But since he provoked the conflict between the poor eight poles and Ye Xiaochai, he should naturally have the consciousness to bear the price.

"Wu'er's vitality is cut off, Jin Xiaokai is the person who did it directly, do you think I should let him go? Now that Wu'er is dead, the only thing I want for the rest of my life is the extreme of the sword. You dare to try it with me on his behalf, what is my limit?"

"On the invitation of the sword, Wen Renran gladly accepted. Then the ten swords of the mountain will be victorious, and the former enemy will be one!"

"Huh!"

With a cold snort, Poor Baji didn't say a word, turned around and disappeared abruptly. The figure is far away, the wind and rain are over, and the four fields are silent. Only the murderous afterglow is scattered, which proves the origin of the master of the sword.

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"Zhuangzi" has a saying: There are eight poles of poverty, three musts for reach, and six mansions for shape. Beauty, beard, length, big, strong, beautiful, brave, daring, all eight are superior, because they are poor. After exhausting his life, the poor eight poles are only the inheritance of the blood of the sword clan in the skull, exploring the limit of the sword that does not know where the end is. Because of arrogance, loneliness, and paranoia, he is embarrassed and embarrassed.

The white clouds are swinging, and the yin wind is blowing through the cracks of the mountains and rocks, like a howl. The poor eight poles closed their eyes and stood quietly on the top of the cliff, and their thoughts could not be stopped. Parents and children practiced swords and died, and the beloved apprentice recognized my teacher and abandoned the inheritance. Terminally ill and lonely, this body is already at the top of the sword, why is it such an ending in the end?

The confusion of the mind, the incomprehension of the poor eight poles; The only thing left in the brain is to destroy miè on the sword.

On the opposite side of the mountain, there is an opponent who can compete with a sword. Under the cliff, two sharp swords were vertically opposed, each bursting out with a three-foot chill.

"Let's make a move!"

"The sword god is poor, please!"

A dignified god, pulling each other's qi and machine; Look at it again, and don't let the will of war stop!

The wind was howling, and the robe was turned up slightly, and when he heard it, he arched his hand, and his body moved like thunder, and his horizontal fingers crossed the distance between the two mountains.

The murderous spirit of the poor eight extremes is overwhelming, and the mountain realm suddenly becomes the realm of death. When the first sword meets, the sword finger comes into view, and the poor eight poles are still holding their arms, but a cold sword aura has already spontaneously responded from the body.

The killing intent was cold through the heart, and when he heard it, he bent his arms and fingers quickly, and there was nothing on the way, but he saw dazzling sparks bursting out in the daytime, and the piercing sword roared for a moment. is just a few dozen feet, which is obviously a fleeting distance, and there is still a difficult dispute.

The internal force was mentioned again, and Wen Renran broke the sword qi and quickly approached, but he saw that the poor Baji raised his right hand flatly, and the second sword rushed back to attack.

As soon as Shen Xiong drank, his fingertips were full of the meaning of ruining, and the poor eight poles took the initiative to attack, and the killing sword was unstoppable, sweeping through everything, destroying it when it was touched, and dying when it was touched, without exception.

Hearing this, the expression of the people changed, the calamity sword was lucky, the five mountains were added, and Fang Yuan suddenly heard the ghost and god howl. The entire mountain body, under the momentum of the sword move, collapsed into a fast boulder, exploded in the sky, scattered and scattered, blocked the killing blood sword, and took advantage of the situation to advance again.

The mud and rock torrent became a disaster, and it was dazzling for a moment. The two sides pointed to the initial handover, and the poor eight poles did not know the mystery of the disaster sword for a while, and the fingers were bent by three points. Shocked by the terrifying strength, the poor eight poles stepped on the boulder in the air and unloaded the majestic power.

In the middle of the battle, the power of the blood of the Skulltan Sword Clan in the body of the Poor Eight Extremes suddenly surged, bringing a powerful and incomparable force, which was not inferior in the slightest. The sword of return brings the surrounding aura to vibrate like a blade, and fights back strongly.

Don't think about retreating, don't worry about the consequences, and go head-on, but also hear that people are on the sword in this life, and they have never had a hearty heartiness, so as to see the pleasure of the sword on the rivers and lakes!

In the short moment before the mountain rock landed, the moment seemed to be infinitely extended, and the sonorous sound of the sword was connected. The figures of the two people are illusory, moving on the falling gravel, and wielding the world-shattering sword with their hands, the two sword qi carrying different sword intents hit each other several times in the air.

The sword roared in the sky, and the aftermath burst out, sweeping across the four fields. After a few breaths, the hundred miles of mountains became plains. The two of them stood in battle, but they were only separated by a few feet.

The combination of Buddha and demons is the inheritance of the blood of the sword clan. The previous series of swords was clearly the peak of the world, but the two of them had a special physique, and they did not show half of their strength, but their fighting spirit soared, and their fighting spirit was even stronger!

At the end of the seven swords, the rise of the poor eight poles of the sword is irrepressible, temporarily suppressing the pain of losing a child, and more of the appreciation of the opponent. The brown robe was not broken, and the poor Baji raised his right hand lightly, and a hundred-zhang sword mark suddenly appeared in front of him, showing a sword that recognized the master.

In its heyday, Gan released boundless brilliance for the eight poles of poverty; When hidden, voluntarily converge all the wonders for the Lord. The poor eight poles sucked in their hands, and the divine sword was brilliant, reproducing the ability of the past.

"Finally...... Three swords!"

"I'm waiting!"

The pinnacle of two swords, two superior swords! The Western Frontier Divine Sword, Danqing Wonder Soldier, and then open a new chapter of the sword!