Countless historical facts have been proven by us: chivalry, domineering, and even the emperor's spirit cannot be used as food, and what can be shocked by a shock of the tiger's body is often a reincarnation of grains - this is more realistic......

Barren mountains and mountains, calling every day should not be called the earth and the earth are not spiritual, and the response after shouting for help is just a touch of light.

"Phew!"

Bu Jingyun hit the mountain wall again.

Can't beat it......

Bu Jingyun handed the sword to his left hand, and his right hand was a blur of flesh and blood.

"It's just a demon...... Do you want to be so fierce?......"

Bu Jingyun was not angry in his heart, but when he came to his mouth, he was only miserable.

Running around for days has made his state much worse than in his heyday, and only a few knives have already caused him to suffer a lot of internal injuries, fortunately, the day before yesterday, he had a good meal in Dugu Ming's Mansion to replenish his body, otherwise he would have vomited blood and vomited until he couldn't get up.

He can't passively accept the call anymore, the Nie Feng in front of him is no longer the Feng junior brother he is, but a demon who endangers the world.

"Sword Twenty!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes condensed, and he raised his breath to make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was the strongest sword style he had mastered at the moment, and after getting Dugu Ming's mental method, Bu Jingyun had already broken through the 'Sword Nineteen', and reached a higher level on the road of 'Ruthless Sword'. As soon as this move came out, Nie Feng's whole body was shrouded in the shadow of a black sword, and the sharp meaning was as pervasive as a drizzle.

A merciless sword, a sword with a murderous heart.

Spicy, pretty, but pointless.

Nie Feng replied that this sword was a slash in the head, simple and rude, but it would save the enemy.

"Dang!"

Bu Jingyun really returned to the sword to save himself, and he was not pressed back for the first time when the swords intersected.

His sword pierced through the ring on the head of the Snow Drinker, and both the knife and the sword stabbed into the ground.

"Let it go!"

Bu frightened the clouds and roared, the right hand and left hand of the tiger's wounded hand held the sword at the same time, and he shook Nie Feng's knife.

For a moment, mud and rocks flew, knives and swords were entangled, swordsmen and swordsmen, demons and people looked at each other.

"Zheng!"

A grain of dirt hit Bu Jingyun's face, cold and wet, mixed with his hot sweat. Everything in his field of vision suddenly began to slow down, splashing mud, swirling and tangled swords, and Nie Feng's hair fluttering.

It began to rain in the sky, and he and Nie Feng suddenly lost their weapons in their hands.

He was still feeling strange, but Nie Feng had already pounced, and Nie Feng, who was in a demon state, seemed to have forgotten all the advanced skills, and he was not good at kung fu in the upper game, but he actually swung his fist.

The step is also to row the clouds.

The three moves and two styles passed in an instant, although Nie Feng was far superior to Bu Jingyun in terms of "strength", but Bu Jingyun deceived people with his skills, and immediately found all the fields he had lost before.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Nie Feng was pressed to the ground by his twisted arms, and a silent roar opened his teeth and claws in his mouth.

Then, the scene in front of the clouds changed again, the rain was no longer falling, and the rain was replaced by snow.

The chill of the man's muscles and bones stabbed straight into the chest from the sky, from the four fields, and from the knife held by the man in front of him.

Bu Jingyun found that the peerless sword was back in his hand, and the sword and sword were once again separated.

"it?!"

Bu Jingyun had vaguely realized something, but he didn't have time to think deeply before Nie Feng stabbed again.

The knife is as white as snow, and the eyes are as black as ink.

Wait a minute......

Eyes as black as ink?

Bu Jingyun hurriedly returned the sword, and turned countless techniques to unload Nie Feng's demonic strength, and the two of them staggered and looked at each other's eyes carefully.

This is the eye of man, not the eye of a demon.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and before he could say "Senior Brother Feng", he was suddenly hit in the waist.

"Phew!"

The sound of the soles of the shoes colliding with the soft and rigid psoas muscles was unexpectedly long in the wind and snow, and Bu Jingyun was kicked out of the wind and snow before he could exhale the pain and think about how Nie Feng used this advanced skill.

His face rubbed against the ground, and the rough mud and sand were like a grinding wheel.

……

The rough mud and sand were like grinding wheels, the knives and swords were still entangled, and the clouds were covered with dust, and sweat was like a muddy yellow river running down his cheeks.

"Ding!"

The knife ring on the Snow Drinking Knife was nothing more than made of mortal iron, and it couldn't last long under the blows of the two world-shattering divine weapons.

The sword ring shattered, the Snow Drinking Madness Knife and the peerless sword parted ways, and the swordsman and the swordsman staggered.

Nie Feng crashed into the mountain behind Bu Jingyun, and Bu Jingyun rushed into the forest behind Nie Feng.

The sound of broken stones and falling trees.

As if the unconscious Bu Jingyun completed the brakes with his face, he woke up from a dream.

"The ...... What exactly?"

Using the sword as a crutch, he struggled to get up in the chaotic wood, resisted the urge to vomit blood, pointed at several acupoints on his chest with one hand, turned around, and faced the figure who slowly stood up from the chaotic stones.

Bu Jingyun stared at it, Nie Feng's eyes were still the evil magic pupil, but I don't know if it was his illusion, there was a slight black edge in this demon pupil.

Nie Feng stood up straight, pointing at Bu Jingyun with a knife in one hand.

The chill is like an arrow, piercing the chest.

"Holy Spirit!"

Bu Jingyun didn't learn the nameless 'inexplicable swordsmanship', otherwise the most important move he should have at this moment was 'inexplicable grief', and that move would definitely be able to exert great power at this moment, here and now.

But who said that the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is not as good as the "Inexplicable Sword Technique"? Who stipulates that only by getting the guidance of a famous teacher can one become a hero?

All the people are reckless, and if you have a gun, you are king!

Bu Jingyun smiled miserably, and he trembled and tore open his shirt and took something out of his arms.

A！K！4！7！

Of course, no one can hide a gun that long in their arms, and Bu Jingyun did it by removing the butt.

For a person of physical fitness like him, it is not really a problem whether he has a gun butt or not.

Skillfully assembling the magazine, Bu Jingyun pointed the muzzle of the gun at Nie Feng.

With a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right hand!

"Sword Nineteen!"

Standing up, his left hand handed out a powerful sword move, and his right hand pulled the cold trigger, and the ruthless sword shadow and the fiery tongue of fire pounced on Nie Feng, who had fallen into the demon.

"Kadang~Kadang~Kadang~Kadang~Kadang~"

The bullet casings hit Bu Jingyun's arm, and it was as hot as fire. Like the aftermath of the previous great battle that took place at the level of consciousness, Bu Jingyun felt his world slow down again.

A· K's rate of fire can't be counted as fast, and the bullets fired at the same time as Bu Jingyun swinging the nineteen swords are only about a dozen rounds, but these ten or so bullets are blocked one by one under the careful arrangement of Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun had seen the Peerless Sword, and even had the privilege of using it, he had seen the twenty-two gaps on the Peerless Sword, he didn't understand what those gaps meant in the past, but after practicing the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" and talking to Dugu Ming in detail, he already knew that each of those gaps corresponded to the flaws in the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique".

Plug the flaws, this is the perfect swordsmanship!

In the face of this sword, Nie Feng couldn't use that slash anymore, but when he saw him move left and right, he gathered a terrifying sword aura and a terrifying move.

It's just a pity that Nie Feng obviously doesn't remember any superior knife techniques after entering the demon - he didn't learn superior knife techniques before entering the demons, although Mo Cult taught his pencil sharpeners, melon killing knives, and kitchen cutting knives "unfathomable", but even if he can win against the enemy with this kind of knife technique, it is because of other factors other than the knife technique, and it has nothing to do with the knife technique itself.

How could he, who could only use this kind of sword technique, be able to block the flawless sword of Bu Jingyun?

"Puff puff!"

Under the chaos, several blood holes erupted on Nie Feng's body, and red and black blood flowed out of the holes.

The Adversary is wounded.