The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold on 19 continents. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword of the Xishu Sword Pavilion is like that cold light, which can illuminate any place in the land of Kyushu.

There is a legend in the rivers and lakes that the sword energy of the world is all returned to the Shu Pavilion, and the sword path of the world is out of the Changlin, and the romance of the Bashu Sword Pavilion and the spirit of the Changlin Dojo are exhausted in one sentence.

At this time, one person is speeding in front with a sword, and one person is chasing behind with a sword, looking like two people flying outside the sky from a distance.

The figures of the two of them forcibly drew two vacuum passages in the air, and then threw them like two stones towards the gate of Liangzhou City.

The soldiers defending the city just felt that there was a flower in front of them, and when a strong wind blew by, and when they looked closely, they could still see human figures there.

"Xiao Qianxun, you and I have fought for thousands of miles, and we have competed for no less than 20 games along the way, after all, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, how about we choose a new winner and loser?" said a rough man with a smile.

This person is carrying a broad-backed heavy sword behind him, just looking at the style of the big sword, at least it is more than 100 catties, but at this time, when I see him talking and laughing, as if walking against the wind, you can know how strong this person is.

"Mu Lingtian, I really don't have time to entangle with you this time, there are less than seven days before the secret is about to be opened, and I still have to go to Flying Tiger City to meet my junior sister and them, even if you win this time, how about it?"

At this time, the two of them were extremely fast, like a light smoke flashing on the ridge of the roof, and the sound was ethereal like a flying rainbow.

"What do you mean by counting me as if I won, as if you made me. No, you have to compare the winners and losers. I'm going to let those old guys in Tianji Pavilion know that they also have a time to look away. Mu Lingtian was immediately reluctant, and his qi was full of ups and downs.

The hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword, and the edge was exposed.

"I have been practicing the sword for eight years, and I have been practicing hard until now, and I am dueling with you all the time in my heart. Since you don't want to find a new winner, then we'll see the real thing. Mu Lingtian's figure had already jumped up.

On the dragon list of Tianji Pavilion, Xiao Qianxun ranked eighth, while Mu Lingtian ranked ninth.

One is the pride of the sky in the Changlin Dojo, and the other is the kendo genius of the Shushan Sword Pavilion.

Mu Lingtian learned the sword at the age of ten, and roamed the rivers and lakes at the age of fifteen, no matter how amazing and brilliant he was, but he was always pressed by one person on the top of his head, and that was Xiao Qianxun.

From the time he first came out of the rivers and lakes and ranked twenty-nine on the Tiger List, Xiao Qianxun ranked twenty-eighth, when he ranked seventeenth on the Tiger List, Xiao Qianxun was sixteen, and when he ranked ninth on the Dragon List, Xiao Qianxun was eighth.

Sometimes Mu Lingtian would wonder if those old men of Tianji Pavilion were deliberately playing tricks on him to make him happy. But how could Tianji Pavilion, a golden signboard that has stood in the martial arts for thousands of years, damage its foundation because of itself.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how talented he was, no matter how many martial arts halls he overturned, no matter how many Jiangyang thieves or evil figures he killed, Xiao Qianxun's figure hung over his head like a dark cloud.

No matter how much he does, he is adding fuel to Xiao Qianxun's materials, and his glory has invisibly become Xiao Qianxun's ladder to climb.

Mu Lingtian was not convinced, this time he finally met Xiao Qianxun, and he must distinguish a winner or loser, whether it is thousands of miles or thousands of miles.

This was a fateful battle, and Mu Lingtian had been preparing for this battle for many years.

At this time, the two of them had come to a hill in Liangzhou City, where the bamboo sea was forested and the terrain was open, which was a good opportunity for a male and female competition.

Xiao Qianxun smiled bitterly, very helpless, I don't know when I actually got into trouble with such a madman.

thought of his righteous action more than a month ago and saved a mother and son. At that time, this person was also on the side, with a bold personality, and he was familiar with him at first sight, and he talked very happily.

It's no wonder that the world is impermanent.

Feeling the heavy sword qi behind him, Xiao Qianxun held the handle of the knife with his left hand, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

Xiao Qianxun's knife was slightly shorter and thicker than the horizontal knife popular in the Dasheng Dynasty, and had a slight arc in the middle third.

At this time, he took out the knife in his left hand, and his strength gushed out, and an arc-shaped sword cut through the sky.

Senran, majestic, like an emperor in a sword.

"You're finally willing to use your finale skills, so that I can see why you're pressing on top of my head. ”

The heavy sword in Mu Lingtian's hand pressed straight over like this, and under the blade of the sword, the air was annihilated inch by inch, and a straight vacuum appeared.

All the vitality within a radius of ten zhang was pulled under the blade of the sword, like a heavenly punishment fire.

There was a loud bang, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye shot out in all directions, and the figures of the two shot backwards respectively.

The thousands of purple bamboos in the bamboo sea lowered their eyebrows together, and the bamboo leaves flew all over the sky, adding a touch of grandeur to the gloom.

The cold sword qi and sharp sword intent forcibly broke through a clearing with a radius of about 100 meters in the sea of purple bamboo forests.

The purple bamboo farther away was also full of mottled sword qi and sword marks.

The figures of the two floated to the clearing, Mu Lingtian stuck his heavy sword on the heavy rock, and laughed loudly: "Xiao Qianxun, it turns out that you also have times when you are angry. ”

Xiao Qianxun's face had turned cold.

"If you want to fight, I can accompany you to fight, but if you delay my business and miss my sect companions, then I will fight with you endlessly. ”

In the past month or so, Mu Lingtian has been annoyed with him, that is, the mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, not to mention that Xiao Qianxun still has urgent things to do.

"What if you don't die, Mu Lingtian is afraid of you. ”

Said that the heavy sword had risen, wisps of sword qi were intertwined on the heavy sword body, and Mu Lingtian's figure had become indistinguishable.

It's really unimaginable that he is holding such a heavy sword, even if he can still have such a fast body, I am afraid that this arm strength alone is not known to be thousands of catties.

Xiao Qianxun's eyes were full of fighting intent, the long knife was like snow, and the sword qi was like a raging sea. At this moment, he reached his peak blow without reservation.

This style, "Crossing the Sea" is taken from the "Wuji Mixed Yuan Knife", and when you practice to the point of completion, you can open up mountains and split the sea, and there is no disadvantage.

Xiao Qianxun rarely uses this style of knife technique, because it is too domineering, and once the knife comes out, it is difficult to have a place to maneuver. However, Xiao Qianxun still retains three points of strength, after all, he is not an enemy of life and death.

The white sword light flooded this open space, and Mu Lingtian laughed, "Is this interesting?"

The extremely fast figure was forced out by the endless sword light, he held the sword in both hands, leaned forward, like a drunk, his steps were chaotic, but he avoided Xiao Qianxun's sword every time he couldn't make a move.

Between the long swords, covering the vital points of the whole body, the sound of "bang bang bang" echoed non-stop, especially in this empty valley.

Until the sword was gone, Mu Lingtian had already retreated a distance of a hundred meters, and there were more than a dozen horizontal and vertical scars left on his body.

"It's been a long time since I've had this fun, but if that's all you're doing, I think the list of the Dragons will have to be changed. Mu Lingtian looked proud.

As he spoke, Mu Lingtian's sword rose high again, like an angry dragon dispatching, swept by the wind and clouds, proud of the world.

This sword intent was filled with a sense of pride that was beyond the world, and it faintly seemed to be not in the world.

This is the essence of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, although Mu Lingtian is only the strength of the first-class Great Perfection, but this sword is a first-grade grandmaster who is difficult to pick up, and it can definitely crush all the martial artists under the first-grade grandmaster.

The wry smile on Xiao Qianxun's face was even stronger, but he also made up his mind. As soon as the knife style rises, the wind and clouds change color, this move "slashing in the wind" is an absolute killing move, and it will be life and death.

Mu Lingtian felt the strong killing intent on the other side, and his heart couldn't help but froze, and his vitality gushed out even more frantically.

"The sword has a thousand tenacity, and between the snap of his fingers, he smiled and asked the sky. Both of them are the best of the best, so why bother to divide life and death. ”

As he spoke, a figure flew into the room.