Meng Xiao had a lot of feelings in his mind, all of which were new interpretations of a tree's sword intent.

Whoosh. The long sword detached from its body on its own, blooming with sword light, razing the two-story building to the ground.

Next door, the residents on the street were shocked and fled in all directions.

A middle-aged man hugged his head and cried: "My house, the ancestral house where I have lived for generations, oh my God!"

The ashes were scattered, and a young man stood in the ruins, his shoulders, arms, and chest covered with wall ash, and the long sword flying around.

"Cultivator?" The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, he didn't dare to cry anymore, and looked at the long sword flying around, with a look of fear on his face.

"Lao Liu, forget it, that's a cultivator, we can't afford to provoke it, be careful of losing your life!"

"Lao Liu, bear with me, before the new house is built, live in my house temporarily, it's just a pity that your ancestral house is a pity. ”

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, only to see him step on the flying sword and leave, disappearing without a trace.

"Woo, my ancestral house, those floor slabs are all big ebony, those beams, they are good sunken wood, and they are all shattered into slag in the hands of the cultivator's flying sword, woo. ”

The bystanders entered the ruins, picked up a long sword, and shouted: "Lao Liu, that cultivator left you a sword, you can sell it to make up for the loss." ”

With the attitude of giving it a try, the middle-aged man went to the treasure of the cultivator and sold the long sword, and obtained a large fortune, which was enough to repair ten ancestral houses.

......

Meng Xiao hurriedly swept towards Yang Zijiang, and by watching the endgame, he realized the fifth form of the Shanshui Sword.

"The realm of the old man is terrifying, it is very likely to be an existence beyond the Jindan period, and the three kingdoms have hidden secrets!"

"I used that tree as a base to create the fifth form of the Landscape Sword, and my combat power has reached a new level, and I am more sure of it in the face of the flowing clouds. ”

"But, why did the old man say that I was in the wrong direction? A tree sword intent is gradually showing its edge in my hands, getting stronger and stronger, how can I say that the direction is wrong?"

......

The sun is sinking in the west, the Yangzi River is shrouded in a layer of night, and on the river island, the clouds are already waiting.

On the shore, several elders of the Izumo Sword Sect looked across the river from the Korean forces.

"General Feiyu, why didn't your imperial brother Han Xiao show up? No matter what, you came forward, could it be that he can't see anyone?"

He looked at the other side of the bank, looked at the dense lights, and said suspiciously: "What about your country's one-armed sword immortal Meng Xiao? Since you agreed to invite you to fight, why didn't you show up for a long time, could it be that you are a bitch to set up an archway?"

On the Korean side, he scolded the middle-aged.

"Out of the clouds, you are a long-famous senior, the eleventh sword immortal of the god list, why are you so stupid? It's not midnight now, what are you anxious about?"

"Hmph. ”

The bigwigs on both sides stopped talking, and some of the lower-class characters were left scolding.

"The number one sword faction in the world is our Izumo Sword Sect, what is the Lijiang Sword Sect, the second will always be the second!"

"Your Izumo Sword Sect's fourth elder Li Xiaoyao was only lost in the hands of Meng Jianxian not long ago, what kind of face do you have to claim to be the number one sword in the world!"

"You!"

The two sides scolded across the river, spitting stars flying around,

Splashing into the Yangzi River, the clear and translucent river water is flooded with white foam.

On the side of Che Chiguo, an acquired monk scolded: "On the other side, don't talk quickly, the river fish in the Yangzi River will be poisoned by your saliva, you people have a bad mouth and are highly poisonous!"

He jumped onto the railing on the bank of the Yangzi River, took a sip of water and continued to scold: "Look at you, the river water has been dyed white. As he spoke, he sprayed the spit stars into the river.

At his feet, there were several river fish turning white, and even an old Wang Ba hidden at the bottom of the river floated up, puffing and snorting upstream, to avoid the snow-white saliva.

The old turtle kept glaring at him, waving his limbs hard, unwilling to touch the liquid.

The middle-aged man pointed to the dead river fish in front of him and defended: "What a South Korea, throwing a few dead fish in front of me, is it to frame me?"

He pointed at the old turtle and said, "Old turtle, who threw you here?"

Middle-aged tired, sit on the railing to rest, stop cursing.

fluttering.

A few big fish in the river stiffened, suddenly woke up, disappeared with a whoosh, and jumped into the distance.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "The pure ones are self-purifying, and the turbid ones are self-turbid, I have poems and books in my belly, and my breath is fragrant, how can I get filthy out of my mouth?"

On the bank of the river, the Korean royal family is in a high-rise building, and the royal family of Che Chi Guo communicates.

"Why don't we warm up the scene first, and let the monks of the two countries come and have a discussion?"

"Makes sense!" The middle-aged man who spit Xingzi shouted, and he petitioned: "I am willing to fight on behalf of the acquired monk of Che Chi Kingdom!"

Seeing that no one objected, the middle-aged man walked up to Jiangxinzhou independently, stood in the middle of the continent, and looked at the riverbank.

"I, Su Wusha, challenge all the acquired monks in Korea!"

On the South Korean side, a young man walked out and arrived in the ring of Jiangxinzhou to fight on behalf of the Korean monks of the day after tomorrow.

"Pick up!" Su Wusha blasted out a straight punch, straight to the middle-aged face, the fist wind whirring, mixed with his own voice: "My straight punch is more than a thousand catties, and Lao Wangba's shell can't stand it!"

The middle-aged saliva flew sideways, ejaculating along the arm to the face of the Korean youth, densely, instantly wetting the young man's hair and turning it into a soup chicken.

The young man was furious and retreated: "Bastard, what quality do you have, are you beating or spraying, quickly shut your mouth, don't spit indiscriminately!"

"Aren't you ashamed to be in front of the cultivators of the two countries?"

Su Wusha did not hesitate, and with one punch, he knocked the young man out of the ring and fell to the river.

See the trick.

The middle-aged man withdrew his shoulder, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then said: "My person's teeth are a little uneven, so I get an uncovered name, but it doesn't matter, Che Chiguo has one game left in the acquired realm!"

As he spoke, everyone looked into his mouth and realized that it was not the uneven length of the teeth, but the only three teeth in the middle-aged mouth.

"In the battle of the day after tomorrow, Che Chiguo will win for the time being, and the next one will be the battle of the Innate Realm!"

In the attic, Han Feiyu straightened his face: "Look, who will the Innate Realm send to fight?"

The middle-aged man said slowly: "Although this is an inconsequential battle, after all, in front of the monks of the two countries, everyone is watching

In the eye, if you can win, you will naturally win. ”

The eldest prince recommended: "Uncle Huang, I have a guest who is infinitely full of congenital perfection and is very strong, and can help me win a game in South Korea." ”

On the Korean side, a middle-aged man from Shuiyue Mansion was dispatched, and his strength was amazing, and he was only the slightest short of the congenital Great Perfection, and on the side of Che Chiguo, he sent a young woman.

The big man swept towards Jiang Xinzhou and said, "Little girl, your waist is not as thick as my shoulder, you better go home quickly, don't be hurt by my iron fist." ”

The middle-aged man was dressed in copper and iron armor, he looked at the fist as big as a sandbag, and said with a smile: "How can I beat a woman in front of so many people?"

I saw that the woman took out a long sword from her sleeve, the long sword was very beautiful, showing a cyan color, and the woman's temperament complemented each other and complemented each other.

Seeing the long sword in the woman's hand, the big man put away his carelessness: "It turned out to be a sword cultivator, it seems that he can't be careless!"

The woman's footsteps flickered, turning into a wisp of clear smoke, fluttering in front of the big man.

Dahan punched out, and the huge force straightened his own meridians, and there was a bang.

His punch seemed to be a target, and the woman in front of him seemed to be a little lamb, difficult to parry.

I saw that the woman's figure flickered, and the long sword in her hand turned sharply, driving her body with the sword momentum, and stabbing at the center of the big man's eyebrows.

The long sword is three feet three feet long, and the arms of the big man are no more than one foot two at best.

Boom.

The big man fell to the ground and couldn't move, the woman withdrew her long sword, took out a splendid handkerchief, carefully wiped the blood from the tip of the sword, and blew two more breaths to restore the sword's light.

"Vigorously!" The eldest prince was stunned, but he didn't expect that he, the guest secretary, was stabbed to death by a woman's sword.

Han Feiyu looked at the woman who returned to the other side of the river, and muttered: "It is worthy of Che Chiguo, the use of the sword is much better than my Korea, this woman will be crushed in strength, but she is extremely delicate in skill, and your guest will not complain if she loses." ”

Che Chiguo's side erupted in cheers to greet the woman, and he couldn't stop admiring, while the South Korean side took back the body of the big man in a gloomy manner, with a low momentum.

"Che Chiguo won two games in a row, the third game, the battle of the congenital consummation!"

Che Chi Guo sent a young sword cultivator, who was the eldest disciple of the younger generation of the Izumo Sword Sect, and he was a congenital Great Perfection cultivator.

"Uncle Huang, who can face it? That young sword cultivator, I'm afraid he has the strength of the thirty on the Fan List!"

The strength of the two princes is not weak, they are all on the list, but they are still inferior to the young sword cultivator, and most of them will be defeated.

"Let me do it. ”

In the crowd, a middle-aged sword cultivator walked out with a long sword on his back, that person was from the Lijiang Sword Sect, an elder of the Lijiang Sword Sect, and he was also an innate Great Perfection cultivator!

Han Feiyu advised: "Your Excellency, it's just a matter of fighting, if you are invincible, withdraw in time, and don't suffer injuries for no reason." ”

The middle-aged Edgeworth flew up to Jiangxinzhou and stared at the young man opposite.

Enthusiastic cheers erupted on the banks of the Yangtze River, both of them were sword cultivators, representing the Izumo Sword Sect and the Lijiang Sword Sect, and this duel would be extremely exciting.

Whoosh.

The two didn't say much

Language, rushing out with a long sword in hand, the middle-aged first used a simple sword move to fight the enemy, picking, plucking, stabbing, returning, turning, just a few swords, and then suppressed the youth, and could only parry.

This is the introduction to swordsmanship, it is the basic skill of sword cultivation, and as an elder of the Lijiang Sword Sect in middle age, the basic skills are very solid, and it is not difficult to suppress the youth.

The young man stepped back, no longer fighting the basic skills, and he held the long sword in his hand to perform the cloud sword technique.

"Open Heaven Style!"

The middle-aged man's face was solemn, he cast the southeast and northwest of the Li River, the whole person was erratic, and at the same time he waved a fairy to cross the river, only to see him take a step in the air, and then flashed in front of the young man.

Jingle bells.

The long sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell, cutting off the young man's arm holding the sword, and the young man broke off one of his arms and dropped the long sword again, looking extremely embarrassed.

And the middle-aged himself, who caught up with the Izumo Sword's open heaven style, was cut off at the center of his eyebrows, and ended up falling.

It's just that he raised the long sword in his hand high, and even if he died, he put the long sword on his body without touching the ground.

People die without a sword, this is the concept of sword cultivation, for this concept, middle-aged people paid for their lives.

"The Lijiang Sword is invincible to the Izumo Sword. ”

"There is no one in South Korea, three defeats in a row, so don't continue. ”

The day after tomorrow, all the congenital defeats were defeated, the Korean side, the Lijiang Sword Sect mourned, the royal family was speechless, and everyone up and down was silent and desperate.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Strongest Truth and Taoism" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~