The old man first removed the sword box, flicked his fingers, and a wisp of sword qi shot out to force Wang Si to retreat three hundred miles.

If you are willing to send an old bone out to death, then die outside the Breaking Sun Pass!

Yue Yan smiled faintly, seven generations of people have guarded the pass, and they have already lived enough, if they don't die outside the Poyang Pass, the old slave will not be able to live in peace if he dies. If the Yang Pass is still there, the descendants of the old slave should be the gatekeepers, and the prince will not be wise to fight to the death here.

Leave the work of life to the old slave!

The sword box was inserted into the ground one foot, and only two feet were left outside, Yue Yan looked at Ao Buregret and Wang Si who came over, and there was actually a hint of brightness in the cloudy old eyes, a chill, a kind of determination.

"The predecessors have said that if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, your Excellency will first break through the Duo Forest, and then commit the Northern Dragon, don't fall into reincarnation after a hundred years, bear the pain of purgatory, karma, and fire, and never turn over. "Yue Yan really bent his waist like an old peasant.

Ao frowned, and looked at this old guy who was buried in the soil except for his head and neck, like a dead wood, like an old dog, like an unguarded but self-standing banner on the Xiongguan.

If there is really a reincarnation and a cycle of heavenly principles, I am the one who should cry out for grievances the most.

Ao muttered.

"If you don't believe in reincarnation, you will look down on life and death, and you can't imagine that you can see such a fearless person on the battlefield in your twilight years, you must be very bitter and tired, but this is fate, and you can't get out of the pattern of fate. ”

And what I'm doing now is to step out of the constraints of life.

Ao Buregret stopped talking, and the dead wood flower stuck to his body and crashed into Yueyan.

The sword opens, swinging the sun.

Yue Yan closed his eyes, and suddenly a glowing sword shadow rose behind him, spreading out like a peacock opening the screen, and shot away at Ao Buregret, who swooped over, the light saber in the center did not move, monitoring the movements of Wang Si, the Marquis of the North Resistance, Wang Si pressed down with both hands, and a circle of white air burst out, but in the end, he suppressed his impulse, the swordsman who used two things was not terrible, it was terrible that the old man facing the south and the north had a resolute will in his eyes, and the pure and majestic sword intent filled the entire sky, any warrior with a mortal heart was respectable and equally terrifying, not to mention a sword saint who gradually climbed to the top with the decay of life and the sword intent sword path gradually reached the pinnacle！

The black halberd suddenly danced, drawing a large circle around Ao Buregret, and the halberd shot randomly, colliding with the thin sword qi, thundering and exploding in square inches, and the ground cracked and the sky collapsed where the dust fell.

A rainbow of light was dragged and fell to the top of Ao Buregret's head, his eyes sprayed blood red, the halberd was on the top of his head, the halberd body was shocking, and the tiger's mouth was numb, the power contained in that sword was even more fierce and tyrannical than the blow of the sword sect to split Huashan, God knows how a swordsman has that kind of simple and heavy power.

Taking three steps back, Ao Buregret coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the crack in the tiger's mouth slowly healed.

Sword Saint, if only when facing the Sword Saint, can you feel the depth of murder like the undercurrent of the deep sea.

Like the whispers of the abyss, it is unspeakably heavy.

The sword opens, and the scorching glow.

The old man hunched his waist and walked forward step by step, snorting without regret, blood smeared his body and red robe under the cobweb-like cracks on his skin, and his words and deeds were light, and the words and deeds of the cloud were light, and the killing was invisible.

Wang Si fought a cold war, there is no doubt that if you change a random Wuhou to face this old dog who guards the door, you will definitely not be able to eat any benefits, but Xiaoyaohou was only injured on the surface, which is magical and terrifying.

"That's all you can do, you deserve to guard the door?" Ao didn't regret grinning, blood filled his mouth, and the dead wood flower stabbed into the ground to support his body and no longer retreat, in fact, he didn't have the strength to fight back, at least not yet.

That Yueyan old man's sword intent has been perfected into the realm, the momentum is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, Ao Buregret is that there is a giant dragon that can't move under the mountain, even if it is the power to carry the mountain and turn over the sea, it can only be endured when the momentum and accumulation are not completed.

If he makes a rash move at this time, then there is no need to open the sword box, and his weakness is exposed in the eyes of a sword master, which is the end of killing with one blow.

It's not good to say, the master's tricks are just a dog-eat-dog style of life change against the other party's life, whoever has a hard life, who is ruthless, whoever lives will live, and the other party will die. The difference is that this guard dog wants to bite him, a guy in the prime of life, a little greedy, but also a little easy.

After all, it was earned from the pile of the dead.

Old and immortal are called thieves, also called old ghosts.

Thousands of silver dots fell, Ao did not regret stepping on the gossip, the halberd was like a swimming dragon, and a circular barrier was drawn again on the top of the head, and the afterglow of the stars fell on the shoulders, which was the miserable with broken clothes and bloodstains.

The sword opens, one word.

The turtle that couldn't shrink out of Ao Buregret made Yue Yan a little helpless, in his sword pupils, Ao Buregret was invulnerable, and there was no trace of weakness, so he chose the most violent and intuitive method to defeat Ao Buregret head-on.

The sword box was finally opened, and a majestic sword intent was finally released, and the sword qi rushed into the sky like a dragon sword, and returned to Yue Yan's hand after continuously slashing through the triple clouds.

In an instant, almost the hostility of the entire world was directed at Ao Buregret, and being rejected by heaven and earth was not once or twice, Ao Buregret shrugged.

Doesn't matter.

On the contrary, it was the sword, as lifeless as its owner, Yue Yan had broken the armor with a sword in front of the Breaking Yang Pass, and he was exhausted.

He stood in front of the Breaking Yang Pass, which was the backbone of the entire Breaking Yang Pass.

The old-eyed old dog, facing the enemy who invaded his home, showed his yellow and dull teeth, and still had the strength to fight. With life as the lamp and soul as the fire, he stubbornly burns and refuses to extinguish before the stormy seas.

"Sword Master, Yueyan. Wang Si silently recited the four words and retreated.

That's the pinnacle that some people can't surpass.

The moon words holding the sword are different from the moon words of the negative box, it seems that the sword is fed with life, and the sword is reborn.

The guard dog of the Moon family of Poyang Pass, for thousands of years, seven generations of guard slaves have resisted tens of millions of enemies, and they have not let the enemy step into Poyang Pass.

It is a bond, but also a bondage.

A sword flew in, and the long sleeves of the moon words fluttered, and there was a unique demeanor of going out of the dust and entering the sainthood.

The sixth rank of the sword, surpassing the strength of the weeping clouds.

Kendo becomes a god.

It is called the sword god.

The Holy Sage, the pinnacle of mortal womb; step into the gods, wave goodbye to the red dust.

Sword God Yue Yan, there is a sword to kill Yan Tiannan!

"It's good!" Xiaoyao Hou roared, abandoned his halberd and drew his knife, his legs trampled on the red dust soil of the six days with a huge force, and suddenly rushed forward, like a brute-horned beast stabbing straight in, the two sides clashed in the moment of lightning, and the void burst out with countless ripples shattering, and fragments sputtered.

The battle between heaven and man is nothing more than life to death.

One person stepped on blood to find the right way, and the other swore to defend the country.

Who's wrong, who's right.

Positions differ, right or wrong.

Ao Buregret's face was expressionless, but his pupils were blazing, and Yue Yan could be called a real immortal, a sword immortal, and a sword god.

Looking back at the dream of cutting the red dust, I don't know who is dancing in the dream.

A sword enters the bosom and penetrates the hall and enters the room to break through the Linggang, and a sword deceives the body and swears to divide the heavenly spirit.

The battle of injustice, the battle of swords, the battle of the old and the young, the battle of life and death, the battle of dragons and dogs.

With Ao Buregret's rough skin and thick flesh, he didn't take advantage of it, and Yue Yan's sword god sword directly pierced through the scale armor, pierced the wind layer, pierced the blood barrier, and really pierced his chest.

Chang'an also fell to Yue Yan without mercy, and the old man tilted his head, and the blade stuck into his shoulder.

The two of them retreated at the same time, their breath was not weak, and in an instant, the qi flowed, the old and the new alternated, and the spiritual power surged, fighting forward.

The air suddenly compressed into a line into Chang'an, and it was a heavy snow that buried a knife and broken branches; endless vitality melted into the tip of the sword and handed out, and the luck of thousands of households coexisted with life and death by breaking through Yangguan.

"It's such a hard old thing. Ao Buregret grinned, bleeding nonstop, and he actually suffered another big loss.

Yue Yan staggered back, his back to the Breaking Yang Pass, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Like a hairless old dog, his eyes are cloudy and his strength is not enough, but there is always a reason for him not to fall, facing the torrent of iron armor that is overwhelming.

Alone and unmoving.