The dawn of dawn pierced through the darkness, the sky was dyed crimson, the vast earth gradually became brighter, dispelling the hazy night, a red sun rose in the east, and a new day was born.

But the battle in the sky continued, and the fight was inextricably fought.

Li Xiaoyao's body is flowing, a ghost in white is heavy, the qi machine that Li Xiaoyao snatched from the sky was originally the breath of the wind, at this moment his speed is extremely fast, like the wind, arrogant, domineering, crazy swept away. The black-robed old man Sword Emperor Mu Cangwu couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Li Xiaoyao's fierce offensive as fast as a hurricane, and shouted, "It is worthy of being the apprentice of the Yin Yang Sword Venerable. ”

When Li Xiaoyao heard this, his face did not change, and he did not say a word. The fierce offensive was like a torrential rain, surging, surging and surging and sudden. There was no slack in the slightest of the black-robed old man's words, and he was still eager. Seeing the white-clothed figure that was as fast as the wind, the black-robed old man's face was like black water, he knew that the disciple of this Yin Yang Sword Venerable should have started to exert his strength, but he didn't expect that this was a big guy.

But the sword emperor, who is also known for his domineering and domineering, will easily retreat, the knife only advances and does not retreat, either you and I die or the knife is broken, and if it is out of the sheath, it will be stained with blood, and he is afraid of death, this is his sword, but after thinking about it, he abandoned the sword from the sword, and his sword still embarked on the old road of the sword, domineering and fierce, the peak and loop turned, the brilliance was shining, the sky was white, a sword was split, and it met Li Xiaoyao's ghost sword, and the energy fluctuations in the sky spread out like a stormy wave, and the mountains and seas were gone.

The bodies of the two were like wind and rain intertwined, constantly colliding, and the sound of metal collision kept coming out, clanging, resounding and shaking the earth. One black and one white, constantly intertwined and opened, sometimes stormy, sometimes meteorites landed, meteors shot out, the terrifying half-step true god's battle of life and death, vigorous, magnificent.

The battle between the two can be regarded as earth-shattering, and those strong men in the sky are not too surprised, but the armor soldiers on the ground are dumbfounded. Although there were a lot of battles in the half-step True God Realm the day before yesterday, they were also fighting on the battlefield at that time, so naturally they had no time to take care of this battle, and they still had to take care of their lives, so how could they have the time and experience to appreciate it.

When Lin Hao saw this battle, he began to feel a lot of emotion in his heart, but isn't the world like this? It is only from other people's stories that he can see his own shadow, or feel some sentimental and sad past, and the past events that are vivid in the purpose of the past are beating in front of him, how can his heart not be shocked.

There are eight million words in the world, and only one word of love is the most murderous.

The world turned over like a mountain, and it weighed heavily on Lin Hao's heart, and his heart was tasteless.

On the other hand, the yellow-robed man on the deck of the robbery ship looked at the battle on the horizon with an expressionless face. For him, he didn't feel that he had broken the appointment and lived up to his promise to Li Xiaoyao, and the moment he got the god control piano, he gave Li Xiaoyao back his free body, so that the arrogant man in white who had to whisper in front of him regained that unruly heart, and after leaving the sinful place, he was free with him. As for him letting Li Xiaoyao face this Sword Emperor Mu Cangwu at this time, he was not worried at all, after all, one of the disciples of the Yin Yang Sword Venerable was weak, all of them were amazingly talented and gorgeous, Lin Hao was like this, Gu Zongtang was the same, where did he Li Xiaoyao go back?

It's just that his demeanor was robbed by his junior brother, otherwise the two powers who chased him might be able to take them all down in his heyday.

The sword was like a rainbow, and it went away, slashing the old man in black robe. The black-robed old man's body was like the wind, and he shot away quickly, and the torrent with his brows not frowning, and between the domineering sword and the domineering, it was really the tip of the needle against Mai Mang, and he did not back down.

The two of them faced the fierce sword momentum, and they did not back down, like a storm and a terrifying wave, surging.

Li Xiaoyao's body was like the wind, like a rabbit, his speed was extremely fast, and the sword light flickered, the same light as the sun and the moon. Sword Emperor Mu Cangwu's face was like ashes, he saw this sword, the power in it was as great as a rainbow, he had to deal with it with all his strength, otherwise he would die and die.

"Is this going all out?"

"The final battle is the rhythm that is going to begin. ”

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The group of people eating melons below also felt the shaking of their breath and kept climbing, which is why they knew the crazy output of these two masters. couldn't help but be dumbfounded, they had never seen this kind of power, how could they not be moved by it.

The two powerhouses fought with all their might. A breath of wind on Li Xiaoyao's body suddenly exploded and swept away, the sun was blazing in the sky, and the wind was surging; the sword emperor Mu Cangwu was covered in black qi, like a demon turned out of hell, and a majestic force like the sea suddenly dispersed, and the dark clouds rolled as if they were about to cover the light, but the wind blew the dark clouds away, and the two momentum were not comparable.

Li Xiaoyao took the lead in making a move, and disappeared in place in an instant, his speed was very fast, on this piece, he almost had an advantage, and suddenly, the dense sword light like a torrential rain enveloped the black Mu Cangwu. Mu Cangwu felt pressured, but there was no retreat at all, this disciple of the Yin Yang Sword Venerable really had two brushes, to be honest, over the years, walking the rivers and lakes, no one in the knife path can be outstanding, the first person in the knife - the title of the sword emperor, has never been humiliated, but because in the knife above, no one can be outstanding, the strong like him, the domineering like him, how can he be willing to be lonely, so he has abandoned the sword from the sword, embarked on the sword road, practiced the sword for decades, only to seek a defeat, this battle he was very excited.

Mu Cangwu has been silent for decades, during which he has never made a knife, since he practiced the sword, he has never made a move, and the battle with the King of Xiaoyao can be regarded as the first battle after he learned the sword, decades of silent sword practice, the first battle of ghosts and gods, and beheaded the King of Xiaoyao, but he felt great pressure at this moment, because Li Xiaoyao's attack made him feel the horror from the black and white impermanence of the soul.

Therefore, for the sake of his life, for the sake of his sword, and even more for his sword, he had to sacrifice a sword that he had not used for many years.

Zheng's sound of the blade coming out of the sheath was crisp and bright, and the sky was like a dragon's roar, and a domineering meaning was different from Li Xiaoyao's, which suddenly rose.

"Is it finally going to be stabbed? ”

Li Xiaoyao said in a flat tone.

He didn't have the above meaning when he said this, but he had a trace of honorific title, Sword Emperor, which was the greatest honorific title for Mu Cangwu.

Mu Cangwu smiled when he heard this. , I haven't heard this name for a long time, I'm afraid it's long forgotten. His knife is thick and sharp, cold and shining, although it has been sealed for decades, but the years have not concealed its brilliance at all, he took Li Xiaoyao's sword light one after another, during which he sighed and said, "This sword emperor, it's been a long time." Out of the Sword Saint Weique, Sword Demon Qi Tianxu, you can be regarded as the third opponent of the old man, but now it is not as comfortable as cooking wine and talking about swords, but you and I are divided into life and death in a battle. ”

Li Xiaoyao's sword light is like a rainbow, not reduced at all, he is very free, whether it is life or death, he has never thought about it, he does his best to obey the destiny of heaven, he said with a smile, "Who said that there is no wine? Who said that there is no wine? Who said that a battle of life and death cannot be a bosom friend, this glass of wine, I Li Xiaoyao respects you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Xiaoyao waved his big hand, and a wine jug wrapped in black skin fell into Li Xiaoyao's hand from Lin Hao's waist with lightning speed, and the head was raised to the sky and the wine was drunk, and a pot of sake became more clear in the sun, pouring down, into the throat, into the stomach, even if the face was full of sadness, it had to change its sadness. After he drank it, he put away the sword light and sword shadow, and threw it to the black-robed old man.

After the sword emperor Mu Cangwu took the wine jug, he laughed a few times and said, "It is a great blessing to have a confidant in life, and I Mu Cangwu alone has three confidants, even if I die, what is the pity, no regrets." ”

With that, he drank the same from the sky, and the wine in his mouth flowed down his cheeks to his neck, and finally slid onto his black shirt, and then it was gone, as if it had disappeared into the wind, without a trace.

The wine jug flew out, I don't know where it was thrown, Lin Hao didn't feel anything, but felt that the two were happy to enmity and enmity, but he was a little enjoyable to see, but the next scene was thrilling.

"It's time to fight to the death, for the sake of life, but also for the sake of the two swords. ”

After the old man in the black robe drank the wine, he was a little free and easy, arrogant, whether he was alive or dead, he didn't care, he just wanted to be happy, not regretful.

When Li Xiaoyao heard this, he also responded, "You are different from me. ”

He paused, looked at the ship, and said, "I'm just here for a ride." ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword sound exploded in the sky like thunder, followed by a sword roar like a dragon's roar, roaring in the sky. The sword light and sword shadow unfolded here, blooming one after another, blooming delicately under the scorching sun.

Li Xiaoyao's sword momentum, Mu Cangwu's sword momentum, or still domineering, the two fought together, the light battle, Li Xiaoyao was better in terms of speed, so he had been in the active state of attack, and the black-robed old man was churning with black gas, constantly defending against Li Xiaoyao's intensive offensive, the momentum was strong, much stronger than before, and it was a real peak duel between the two.

Li Xiaoyao saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, his qi suddenly increased, and his spiritual power flowed wildly, filling the entire sky, and the Sword Emperor Mu Cangwu understood that this disciple of the Yin Yang Sword Venerable was probably going to use the strongest move.