The traceless sword rolled up the snow, and the fragrance of ice and plum wafted in the air. The graceful posture is smart, the cold-faced and tearful Lou dances without a trace of cold stars, and the frosty sword blade stabs the eyes of the bamboo shadow.

The sword path of the second palace is fast, the moves are exquisite, and the cultivation is already excellent. However, the figure of Shuzhu did not move, and he pointed at the tip of the sword without a trace, and the restrained sword intent suddenly made Xuemei scatter, and the cold melted.

"In the name of all famous swords, Cao Yunshang invites you to participate in the Fenghai event. At present, the villains are rampant, are many masters willing to sit back and watch the shadow of the bamboo into chaos?"

Lou Wuxian was defeated with a sword, but Cao Yunshang knew that his second sister already had seventy percent of her strength, and her heart sank when she saw this.

As soon as the palace master said a word, Liu Sheng's sword shadow suddenly walked towards Lou Wuxi, and said inexplicably: "Your sword, why are you crying?"

"Vexatious!"

The eyes intersected in mid-air, and the building that wanted to attack again was without a trace, but he felt that his usual disguise was seen through, so he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and waved several sword qi with his hand, hitting the sword shadow of Liu Sheng.

"I want to understand, why do you have such a sword heart, and what kind of experience does a person have that can make her look and her heart go against her heart?"

"Taking advantage of people's danger, is this the style of the Dongying Sword Saint?"

Yanagi's sword shadow and finger sword, a relaxed freehand. Lou Wuxian was worried about the battle situation, and he panicked and did not choose to speak.

"What do you want me to know about your sword?"

The situation changed suddenly, and the scarlet feather resentment was ominous for no reason, and she stood on the spot in panic. The Fourth Palace Lord Fei Ying still didn't know the cruel truth of the Sword Pavilion, and he was very dissatisfied with the chaos of others, so he ran towards Ren Jian and shouted: "Hey, you look so manly, do you just watch others break the rules and bully the women of the Sword Pavilion?"

"At a young age, you also know what masculinity is?"

"When the road is uneven, draw your sword and cut it, isn't it?"

"Ha, if you draw your sword, you can cut it!"

"So you promised to help?"

"Help, the Sword Pavilion still owes me the truth. But ......"

The tiger spirit slashed the ground in response, and Ren Jian raised his eyes and roared, without any desire to defend, and the heavy sword slashed between Liu Sheng's sword shadow and Lou Wuxi: "I think this Red Mansion Sword Club will not continue for the time being." What kind of ability is it to bully a woman? It's better to settle the grievances between you and me first!"

"Well, you want to prove my sword?"

"I've waited too long for this day!"

The arrogant bones are not allowed to take advantage, and the robe is cut to cover the eyes with a scarf. Hearing the conversation between the Sword Saint and Lou Wuxian, Ren Jian chose to face the Yanagi Sword Shadow at this moment, not only for the shame of Yixue, but also to rule out the factors of instability at the moment.

The pride is like a fire, and the sword heart is as calm as a mirror lake. A sword roar shook the entire Red Mansion Sword Pavilion.

Gripping the hilt of the sword with both hands, it slammed into the ground, and the towering sword pavilion collapsed in half in an instant. In the chaotic times, goodbye Ren Jian who shouted loudly, the undefeated sword like a fire finally showed the world again!

"I've waited too long for this day!"

The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the only way to do the sword in the heart of the sword was to shake the strong with the strong, to suppress the momentum with the potential, and to attack against the attack.

The flawless sword has no context, and the sword is chaotic and disorganized, pointing to the flaws in the sword moves. When Yanagi Jianying took the move, he felt that the flaws of his former opponent were faster than his own grasp, and he disappeared when he first appeared.

Strong, so strong that there is no escape, attack, attack like a storm, overwhelming and majestic battle intent, turned into a majestic sword momentum that opened and closed, and forced the sword shadow of Liu Sheng to be slightly weakened, and it was difficult to fight back for a while!

"Rush to the crown and erect the hair to open the clouds!"

The famous trick is reappearing, and the clouds are surging. The majestic posture of the cloak seems to swallow the flames of the wilderness. Ren Jian slashed out vertically with a sword, and Liu Sheng's sword shadow blocked the horizontal sword, but he felt that the huge force was unstoppable, and he had already taken half a step back.

But how cultivated the Dongying Sword Saint is, even if it is difficult to adapt for a short time, he is not half flustered. Fluttering around, he unloaded his mighty thousand ways, and the flawless sword then thrust back upside down, slashing at the hand of Ren Jian who held the sword.

"Heartbreaking, daring roaring thunder!"

The wind and thunder were raging, and the lightning was full of fire. The two-handed oblique sword blocks the sword, and there is no gap in the attack of any sword, and after a sword, it is a heavy move.

"Where are we helping?"

"The reason is not clear, and the action will undoubtedly add to the chaos. This battle is rare, so let's wait and see. Hearing the crazy heart sound of Cao Yunsheng early, he saw that he had been born in his mind, so he stood aside and casually pointed out the purple remnant.

The war destroyed the Sword Pavilion, and the century-old enemy fought fiercely. Lou Wuxian, who was free from the entanglement of the Sword Master, was about to turn around to help Cao Yunsheng.

Clinker, a bloody secret buried for many years, finally paper can't hold the fire. Ximen Hanzhao flickered the figure, the ancient long sword was firmly in his hand, and he turned his back to the building without a trace and said: "I only came for one person to fall - Muye Lingfeng." ”

"No comment. ”

"The bloody case of the tragic death of countless baby boys in the mountains behind the green mountain of Buqiongqing, the Sword Pavilion is also unwilling to give an explanation?"

"I ......"

The fish-patterned old gong blocked the cold light of the West Gate. When Lou Wuxian was anxious to solve a little, he saw a sword demarcated on the spot, and Lou Wuxian was not allowed to cross the line. The twelve sword monarchs hated to question, just like a hammer hitting the bull's-eye, making it difficult for the second palace master to argue.

The instantaneous changes are in full view, and it is difficult for others to rely on, and Cao Yunsheng's face suddenly became gloomy.

However, under the long-term suppression, the unattainable appearance, wealth and grace can hardly cover the crazy nature of the heart. At this moment, it was not good to see the shadow of the sparse bamboo, and the emperor in the sword was out of the sheath in an instant.

"Offended, Ao Ling Frost Peak is better than snow. ”

The sword is like a cold moon and frost, the air is like the emperor among the people, the clouds are over the nine days, the frost gas instantly condenses on the sea surface for dozens of miles, and the long sleeves float a sword and swoops down, stabbing straight to the center of the eyebrows of the bamboo shadow, without mercy, doubling the danger!

The blizzard was covered, and the sword qi suddenly froze. The blurred red shadow is fierce, and the Emperor Phoenix is coming. Under the bright moonlight, the sword flowers fell like rain, and in an instant, there were more than ten changes, and the final style saw the wonderful realm of swordsmanship.

But at the moment of the extreme move, he saw Shu Zhuying pull out a waste sword, and turned decay into magic, waving his hand to break the wonderful sword style, and the emperor fell to the ground.

"The first sword. ”

"Hmph. ”

A good opportunity for a sword has been lost, and a judgment is made. Cultivation is as deep as a cloud, Dengming opponent has realized the extreme meaning of the sword, and there is no room for his hands at this moment, so he immediately jumped to the top of the Sword Pavilion and pulled out the town pavilion artifact year wheel.

"The sky is full of snow and blood is red!"

The ancient god Feng started, and Cao Yunshang was like a divine help. The extremely cold palace master, completely ignoring the life and death of the personnel of the Sword Pavilion, a body of Yuan Gong urged to the extreme, the qi traveled on all fours, the boundless sword flow filled the sea without waves, and the unstoppable thousand-foot sword flower, as if falling from the clouds of the nine heavens, slashed through the entire Sword Pavilion with one sword.

Fierce battles and conflicts continued, and the towering buildings were no longer able to bear them, and they fell apart in an instant. Ten thousand swords fell into the sea with light, and the red mansion fled enchantingly. Unexpectedly, Cao Yunshang was so decisive, and the scarlet feather resentful concubine hurriedly dodged to rescue the swordsmen and maids of the Red Mansion, leaving Fei Ying alone in stunned place.

"Big, how can the eldest sister do this?"

The Millennium Sword Pavilion collapsed overnight. Only the pillars of the town pavilion that stand still tenaciously support the fact of the existence of the Red Mansion.

If the sword is saved, the Red Mansion will be saved. All kinds of broken eyes are not worth the palace master's attention. Cao Yunshang is an indifferent and ruthless appearance, his body and sword are swept in the sky, vowing to kill people and leave the shadow of the sparse bamboo in the dust.

"The second sword. ”

The sound of silence came into the ears, and then the unbelievable thrilling was seen. The sparse bamboo shadow stood in a square circle without the slightest damage, and the pavilion stratum with no support was actually suspended in the air, not affected by external forces at all. The crowd that had just fled also stopped safely under the soothing of Qinghe's sword intent.

The scene that is beyond common sense and in harmony with the Tao, the more light the clouds and the light breeze, are reflected in the eyes of Cao Yunshang, which makes him even more frightened. Wan Jun didn't hesitate at all, and quickly slashed towards the door of Shuzhu Shadow.

There is no true qi flowing around his body, and Shu Zhuying holds his chest in one hand, and his fingers are punctual to the tip of the sword of the wheel of time. The frosty sword qi of the riot dissipated under the fingers of the sword in an instant, just like the spring breeze turning snow, moisturizing things silently.

"Uh......"

Shu Zhuying blocked the move with one hand, and then stabbed out with a bland sword. Cao Yunsheng, who couldn't close the momentum, was hit hard in the chest, and instantly fell diagonally to the seashore.

"Lan Guan Xue hugs a thousand layers, just look at the white veil of the ice soul!"

The sword with one palm does not fall, and the resentment of Cao Yunsheng, who is vomiting and red, is difficult to express, and the magic skills of the town pavilion are hard to get started, and they will not give up.

"A night of spring breeze Lingbo Shadow Sword Plum Blossom is not allowed to thank. ”

The silent floor slab landed, and the building caught the first-line gap without traces, and the magic skills of the town pavilion were transported.

Under the cover of extreme power, it is difficult for the kendo realm to become the key factor for victory. The air condenses the river and the sea, and the sword breaks the sun and the moon. The power of the snow embracing Bingmei's joint move is already something that no one in the world can crack without injury.

With both hands on his chest, the shadow of the bamboo was transported to the pure sword yuan, forming the million long swords of the Sword Pavilion, if he was inspired to throw himself into his palm, the instant ash aggregation and fusion into a lush green bamboo, returning to the basics and inserting the loopholes in the law of the joint move.

Momentary contact, thunder separation. But I saw that one person was wounded, one person was stunned, and one person died in Jiuquan.

It is the soul of the Red Mansion that is broken, and the years have lost their voice!