The two momentum in the sky seemed to have reached their peak, and the wind and clouds were flowing and surging.

The heavens and the earth are changing, one side of the black gas is rolling rapidly, and the other side is swept by the wind and the clouds and the sunny sky.

On the robbery ship, in the cabin of the bead curtain, there was no movement, and the surging outside was useless to have any impact on the robbery ship, perhaps the big man inside made the momentum dare not come in the slightest, and even the bead curtain carved with white jade was not shocked. On the deck, Qi Xuanjiao's face sank, the strength of the Sword Emperor who had been silent for decades was much stronger than he imagined, but he knew Li Xiaoyao's strength very well, and he couldn't die, but if he didn't pay a price, he might not be able to kill this Sword Emperor Mu Cangwu.

Seeing this, Lin Hao was also surprised, how could the black-robed man who had been being pressed and beaten just now become so powerful, the two of them seemed to be on equal footing, and their momentum was not inferior to each other. He was vaguely worried, his face was a little sad, and he couldn't take his eyes off the white and black, trying to fight for a life-and-death situation.

Li Xiaoyao's white clothes are even more elegant and white under the bright sun, like a snowflake in winter, blooming poignantly, like a fairy descending to earth, sighing freely. And the black-robed old man who confronted him was like a demon venerable coming to the world, his black robe was raised without wind, the black qi was rolling like smoke, and he could barely see the appearance, and above him was a big dark cloud, which was obviously formed by his black qi.

Li Xiaoyao took the lead in making a move, slashing straight down with a sword, and the black qi in front of him was all killed by this sword and came out of a great avenue, driving straight in.

The black-robed old man was holding a mad knife, his demonic posture was high-spirited, and he waved it with a knife, and his momentum was like a mountain, and his momentum was heavy. Intercepted the loose sword.

As soon as Li Xiaoyao's sword momentum came out, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, following the sword momentum, and after the black-robed old man blocked the sword, there were more turbulent waves behind. In an instant, the two lights and shadows were intertwined, and the white clouds were floating in the dark clouds, converging into a pattern of yin and yang Taiji.

Li Xiaoyao's body rolled like an eagle striking the sky, the sword momentum was like a rainbow, and a sword and a sword waterfall poured down, and the power was monstrous. Mu Cangwu's face sank, the long knife in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, but in his hand it was as light as a swallow, flexible and changeable, and he could play the knife out of the sword in a thousand postures, I am afraid that there is only one person in the world. But this person stands in a high place, he will be lonely, so he abandoned the sword from the sword, and now he uses the sword to fight the sword, which is really a bit ironic, worthy of being the emperor of the sword, the sword is like the wind, only advancing and not retreating.

After the two phases collided, both black clouds and white clouds rippled one after another, converging into a black and a white, and the momentum was magnificent. Li Xiaoyao's figure flickered rapidly, so fast that many people couldn't see his figure clearly, and they could only do their best to capture a trace of trajectory, even the powerhouses of the Destiny Realm were difficult to see, and they couldn't see through the battle between the two until they reached the sky.

This is the strong man's shot, as fast as thunder, this is the time to fight for life and death.

Seeing this, the old man in the black robe had no choice but to be right, to be precise, he had not despised the man in white since the moment he fought. The long knife in his hand was full of black gas, and he could vaguely see the slightest lightning flashing in it, and the power was also the momentum of mountains and rivers.

Li Xiaoyao's sword is like a thousand swords returning to the sect, and dense long sword phantoms burst out from the sky, and the target of all swords is the black-robed old man who stands proudly in the sky.

The black-robed old man was already ready to go, and the power of the long knife in his hand seemed to have reached its peak, and the thousands of sword lights and shadows continued to expand in his black pupils, and suddenly, his long knife waved, driving the rolling black qi, and meeting the ten thousand swords returning to the sect, in an instant, one after another qi was stirred up like a wave, and the thousands of sword lights were instantly blocked by the black-robed old man's horizontal sword, all of which were blocked out, and did not enter the body at all.

But just when the black-robed old man's sword bloomed, when he was about to block all the sword light, an extremely fierce killing machine suddenly came, his back was crawling with cold sweat, he wanted to defend himself, but found that the white-clothed figure had already passed through his body, just like time, he couldn't move, and his heart was shocked, this sword is so fast.

The man in white was also panting and sweating profusely, as if he had exhausted all his strength, without a trace of immortal breath, as if he had fallen into the mortal world, and his qi began to converge.

The sound of a knife breaking was very crisp, resounding throughout the quiet sky, which could hear the partridge whimpering and crying in the distance, and the knife of the sword emperor was not seen. The black-robed old man held a half-long knife, smiled at the sky, looked at the scorching sun and blue sky, sniffed the breeze, and then he fell like a meteor falling to the ground. A generation of masters, the unrivaled sword emperor on the knife path finally failed to block Li Xiaoyao's all-out sword, that sword was almost to the extreme, but the sword emperor did not throw away the knife before leaving, like regaining his knife, but also regaining his former glory, although he died, but he did not regret it, he fought heartily in this battle, what joy in life, and what fear in death!

After the fall of the black-robed old man, everyone sighed, a generation of sword emperors was killed by an unknown man in white, how could they not be surprised, after all, Li Xiaoyao was just famous in the land of sin, and the death realm far away in the sky was almost unheard of by everyone.

Lin Hao looked at Li Xiaoyao in the sky, there was no light cloud and wind in the past, he turned sideways, holding the sword in his right hand, there was no blood on the sword, it was like a thousand flowers in the bush, and the leaves did not touch his body, but when he turned around, his left arm was gone, only the clothes on the left side were stained with blood. That arm fell between the lightning and flint, it seems that the reputation of the Sword Emperor is really well-deserved, and it is worthy of being a master on the same level as the Sword Saint Wei Que and the Sword Demon Qi Tianxu, and his strength can be seen.

Everyone was shocked, Qi Xuanjiao sighed slightly, and the black-clothed young man Lang Lin Hao was, a little distressed, the second sword was in hand, but it was his senior brother in exchange for an arm, the senior brother said that when he seized the second sword, he would help him, he didn't understand at the time, he didn't think that Li Xiaoyao, who was a last resort, had already expected everything, but he didn't know if it was what he expected, or fate was so arranged, after all, his two senior brothers had a so-called mission, one was for him to block the catastrophe of life and death, and the other was to help him win the second sword, and he didn't know thisWho is "heaven"? Why is it arranged?

Although Li Xiaoyao's face was pale and picturesque, with beads of sweat on it, and his white clothes were soaked in blood, his face was so relaxed and looked a little weak, but it was very comfortable, as if he was really like an idle cloud and a wild crane, wanting to be free in the world. Li Xiaoyao looked back, the young man's face was solemn, he smiled at him, and then his eyes moved to the deck, looked at the yellow-robed man, and said, "This time I can really be at ease." ”

Qi Xuanjiao didn't say a word, his face was a little gloomy, he thought that Li Xiaoyao would be exhausted in order to kill the sword emperor Mu Cangwu and complete his game of borrowing a knife to kill, but he miscalculated one step, that is, he didn't understand that this black chess piece was a difficult move at all, so he broke Li Xiaoyao's arm. He pondered for a while, perhaps because of guilt, or perhaps to give the Yin Yang Sword Venerable a little thin, and then said, "Mr. Li has made such a great contribution to my Great Qi, you should be rewarded, and when I triumph, I will crown you as the king of the world! ”

When Li Xiaoyao heard this, he just smiled, and then didn't say a word, didn't refuse, and also showed acceptance, just dragged his blood-stained white clothes and shot towards the sky, it was the way when the Great Qi Tiger Wolf came, he wanted to return to the Fallen Realm, as for whether he accepted Qi Xuan's reward or traveled through the world, there was no way to know.

Lin Hao looked at the figure in the distance, his eyes were intent, tears wet his eyes, but they never flowed, he knew that he would see him again in the future, maybe not again, he was still the carefree man in white clothes like a sword fairy, as always, never changed.

The black-robed old man's half-cut long knife exchanged one life for the left arm of the man in white, it doesn't matter who loses and who profits, but in this battle, they fought heartily, that's right. For the old man in the black robe, what he wants is a sword or a life, and he doesn't want a sword, he doesn't want a life, he just wants a battle, this battle has nothing to do with Fengyue, nothing to do with hatred, no matter about interest disputes, just for pleasure. And for the man in white, he didn't ask for a sword, he didn't ask for his life, he just wanted to be free after the first battle, and from then on, the sky was high and the birds could fly, and the sea was wide and the fish jumped.

Li Xiaoyao's departure, the second sword has a belonging, it is the hussar general who has made great contributions to the Great Qi, this great hero is a general who is not afraid of Qi Xuanjiao, and the Great Qi Emperor looked at each other, expressionless, but the Great Qi Emperor did not say anything, but smiled, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is average, so although everyone saw that the second sword finally belonged to Lin Hao, they did not dare to openly snatch it, after all, if such a meritorious hero died now, wouldn't it be infamous for Qi Xuanjiao as a dog emperor who unloaded the mill and killed the donkey, and the royal reputation would be completely swept away。

Therefore, without Qi Xuanjiao's signal, or acquiescence, how dare everyone act rashly, from the generals and ministers who observe their words and expressions, to the soldiers who have some brains on the battlefield, all of them are indifferent, or they are waiting for Qi Xuanjiao's attitude, after all, the two swords can be comparable to the existence of the ten great artifacts of the Ancient Wilderness, who doesn't want it.

However, when they waited for a while, it was as if they had been waiting for a year, but when they heard Qi Xuan's attitude for a long time, their hearts suddenly cooled a lot, and maybe some of them secretly sought Lin Hao's second sword after they went out.

Qi Xuanjiao came out of the deck melodiously, the voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly, "Okay, that's it, it's time to get down to business." ”