Wedge: The sword needs to hide the edge, if it is not sheathed, it will be bland, and if it is not sheathed, it will shake the Quartet

Chisheng Hitomi fell from the air, the strong concussion and the impact of that blood qi made him wake up from his violent state, coughed twice, he got up from the pit, "It turns out that you can wake up from a concussion, and you don't have to worry about hurting your own people next time", and crawled out of the pit as he spoke, I don't know why, the ogre in front of him didn't move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Just as he climbed out of the pit, a red figure hit his back, and Chisheng Hitomi turned sharply but it was too late, so he could only bend his right arm to block his head. In an instant, a huge force hit him from head to toe, and his body flew out and hit a large rock in an instant. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and looking up, Yuan Split, who had disappeared for a long time, stood in place and looked at him with a cruel smile. Seeing Yuan Split, Chisheng Hitomi was shocked, not because there were many people on the other side, but because Yuan Crack was back again, and the situation was very bad. Chisheng Hitomi waved his fist, the spiritual power in his abdomen exploded, and the precise control without a trace of spiritual power leakage was all concentrated in his arm, and he decided to fight quickly. After suffering a loss, Yuan Crack didn't underestimate Chisheng Pupil's punch, he began to accumulate strength, and the spiritual power in the air was absorbed. "It's this move again, but it's useless this time", Chisheng Hitomi was not afraid, and jumped directly into the air and punched at Yuan Split's face door, and Yuan Crack was not to be outdone and raised his fist to meet it. Before the fists were staggered, Yuan Split's fists were sharp, and the spiritual power fluctuations carried by the fists had already swept through Chisheng Hitomi's body, the bright red and hardened robe on his body was torn, and the muscles on his face twitched.

On the contrary, Hitomi Chisheng's fist looked unremarkable, and the two fists were bombarded together in such a short time, and the terrifying collision fluctuations were only concentrated on Hitomi Chisheng's side, the clothes on his body turned into pieces, and a large forest behind him was lifted. On the other hand, Yuan Split's body was calm and abnormal, only a red arm flew out backwards, and the body of the red pupil was also affected by the fluctuations and flew into the sky. At the same time, the ground overflowed with white light, and the red pupil stepped on the white light and flew onto the ogre's shoulder, and the black dagger drew a cold light that steadily left a scar on its throat. When he fell to the ground, Yuan Crack was already paralyzed on the ground, that punch seemed ordinary, but it softened the two Gang strengths, the first time he fought Chisheng Hitomi did not use the Seven Gang Fist, Yuan Crack who didn't know this inexplicably lost his life. Hitomi Chisheng cut the throat of the ogre and didn't care about anything, and used his body to rush back to the previous battlefield. As soon as he left, the ogre's whole body agitated, and round envelopes arched over the surface of its skin, and a burst of infant cries suddenly amplified and echoed in the night sky.

"Uncle Tian, help me explore the surroundings", Chisheng Hitomi shouted in his mind, "Twenty steps on the right, white pupil boy, time is pressing, the blood baby did not move just now, I am afraid that it is carrying out the blood baby possession, and I am afraid that it will have a strength comparable to that of Lingzun at that time", hearing Uncle Tian's words, Chisheng Hitomi exhaled, and the sound of battle in the distance had already entered his ears, it was the sound of weapons colliding. Slowly approaching, in a clearing in the forest, two white bright crystals provided enough light, the two sword blades collided in the battlefield and froze, the two giant swords were tightly crossed together, and the slightest movement of the blades would emit a frictional light, but it was not a spark. The two of them gritted their teeth and persevered, surrounded by tree stumps and trees, both of them had scars, and the wounds were also cracked open at the same time under the competition of power. Ziyi's brows were furrowed, and his eyes kept staring at each other, "Boy with white pupils, pay attention to the black shadow on that guy's shoulder, that friend of yours should have already suffered a loss", Uncle Tian's voice came, and Chisheng Hitomi understood that it was the black shadow on Xue Chen's shoulder that Ziyi had been staring at. Sure enough, just when both of them lit up and their strength continued to increase, the black shadow on Xue Chen's shoulder disappeared in an instant, and Ziyi instinctively dodged his head, and a blood mark appeared on his handsome face. He immediately opened the giant sword with both hands, and the two sides distanced themselves, and at some point, the black shadow had already returned to Xue Chen's shoulder. Hitomi Chisheng, who was hiding in the shadows, felt horrified in his heart, and he couldn't see the attack of the black shadow all the time.

"Well done, Xuan You", a smile appeared on Xue Chen's enchanting face, "Hmph, has the Tibetan Sword Clan fallen to this point, with the help of the power of the Xuan Clan", the corner of Ziyi's mouth sneered, and his eyes were full of disdain. "The radical technique is good, but you succeeded", Xue Chen squinted slightly, killing intent appeared in his eyes, but he still spread his hand over his shoulder, and the black shadow disappeared after falling into his palm. "Tibetan Sword Clan, Uncle Tian, is the Tibetan Sword Clan famous on the race list", Chi Sheng Tong was a little puzzled, he only glanced at the race list, and then remembered several of the top races. "The Tibetan Sword Clan, ranked three hundred and fifty-seven on the race list, is definitely a big hegemon on the Star Source Continent, although it ranks low in the central domain, but this is not because of the strength of the race, but when tens of millions of people compete for the third place in the race list, both sides lose, so it causes the ranking to plummet. But no one dares to underestimate this race", "Tsk, Ziyi is actually from the Tibetan Sword Clan, why are there so many races in this isolated Shao Domain", Chisheng Tong was surprised. "Even in the top races, there are ordinary clansmen", Uncle Tian's voice was a little declining. The two of them were silent, and the situation in the field changed, Xue Chen picked up the giant sword in his right hand, and a small glowing white sword appeared in the palm of his left hand. His left hand swept down the blade from the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the sword that he brushed emitted white light. However, when his hand touched the seventh point of the sword, it suddenly stopped, and Chisheng Hitomi could feel that every inch of Xue Chen's hand brushed the sword body, the sword momentum would be several times stronger, why did he stop suddenly. "Xue Xin, don't say I didn't give you a chance, show off your sword brushing skills", Xue Chen lifted the seven-point giant sword and pointed at the purple clothes.

"Tsk, the sword in the palm of your hand, seven points, it seems that this Xue Chen is not a simple person", Uncle Tian pouted, "Eh, very powerful?", Chisheng Hitomi asked, "Haha, I want to see this little female ......", Uncle Tian said halfway, realized that something was wrong and suddenly stopped, "What is small", because the female character is not pronounced completely, in addition to the lingua franca of the Xingyuan Continent, not the earth language, so Chisheng Hitomi has not heard of it. "Let's see how much of a sword this little baby can wield", Uncle Tian changed his words, Chisheng Hitomi was also full of anticipation, and he was also ready to shoot at any time. Xue Chen's voice fell, and Ziyi's hands were also white, but he did not flick his sword, but directly picked up the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the sword and said nothing. "Why, Xue Xin, you shouldn't have done the sword salute yet. That's right, if you did the sword salute, you wouldn't be like this, since that's the case, then you can't blame me", Xue Chen dragged the giant sword towards the purple cloth. His greatsword slashed straight at the door from the bottom up, and the purple robe slashed diagonally from the top down. Ding, the light sound of the sword came out from the sword body, and the purple-clothed giant power technique was operated to the extreme, and the sword body returned to calm after the shock. Although the two sides were tied in this blow, Xue Chen only hit at random, and the two of them stalemate with their long swords for less than half a breath, Xue Chen's sword picked off the sword of the purple cloth, and then changed to his diagonal slash.

was picked off the giant sword, Ziyi did not panic, one turned around, the long sword blocked in front of him, this oblique slash along the sword body pulley to the ground, the blade deeply chopped into the stone at Ziyi's feet, the giant sword was already sluggish, plus this blow was full of strength, so it could not be pulled out at the first time. Ziyi naturally would not let go of this opportunity, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashing horizontally with one blow, if it was swept by the sword, it was enough to cut off Xue Chen's head. Xue Chen's face was calm, the sword in his left palm lit up, and he slapped it on the blade of the giant sword swung by Ziyi without hesitation, and the sword that he swung with great strength was firmly grasped, and at the same time, Xue Chen pulled out the giant sword with one hand and attacked the hand of the Ziyi sword, with the purpose of snatching his giant sword. Zi Yi twisted the hilt of the sword with both hands, the giant sword rotated, Xue Chen had to let go, and the moment he let go, Zi Yi slightly withdrew the long sword, just blocking the giant sword that was raised. The shock of power made him take two steps back, and Xue Chen, who drew his giant sword, held the sword in both hands and pursued it. The collision of the giant sword again and again, the surrounding trees fell one after another, at first the purple clothes could barely block it, as time went by, his tiger mouth became more and more numb, and even tore and bleed, and every attack also fell into the disadvantage, only the power to parry.

Seeing this situation, Chisheng Hitomi's consciousness moved, and the spiritual root in his abdomen condensed and was about to make a move, "Wait", Uncle Tian stopped him, Chisheng Hitomi locked his eyebrows and stared, although he was puzzled, but now is indeed not the best time to make a move, he can save people at this moment, but that's all, Uncle Tian, as the Spirit Emperor, he also believes in Uncle Tian's judgment, so he didn't make a move. At this moment, Ziyi didn't even have the strength to parry, so he could only carry his sword and dodge the surrounding trees and boulders, seeing this scene, Chisheng Hitomi was relieved, holding his hands in front of his chest, Ziyi's strength was very clear to him, although it was not as good as Xue Chen, it was impossible to defeat so quickly, so it was really a sign that the enemy was weak, looking for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory. Sure enough, the restrictions of the giant sword could not be used in the dense woods, and the more Xue Chen slashed, the more angry he became, and the more casual his sword moves became, and finally after sweeping away a large number of trees with one blow, he stabbed straight towards the purple cloth. The speed of this sword was extremely fast, Ziyi pretended to be panicked and stepped back, his steps were disordered, and just as the sword was about to stab him in the throat, he turned sideways slightly, and the giant sword slashed through his face and pierced deep into the trunk of the tree behind him. Xue Chen also realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, the giant sword that Ziyi had been carrying behind him was instantly withdrawn, the blade of the sword was close to his arm, and the hilt of the sword slammed into Xue Chen's head. That's right, it's the hilt of the sword, Xue Chen didn't expect such a good opportunity to attack with only the hilt, and then sneered, and the sword in his palm slapped directly at the hilt.

As expected, Ziyi's sword was not powerful at all, but after his palm and hilt collided together, Ziyi's right hand was full of white light, and the huge power was extremely operational, and the giant sword that had been sticking to his arm suddenly straightened, Xue Chen hurriedly drew his sword and withdrew, still being cut by the sharp tip of the sword from his left waist to his chest. On the other hand, a black shadow suddenly appeared, instantly piercing the right shoulder of the purple cloth, and the giant sword that had been holding it also fell to the ground. "Xue Xin, very good, you are very good, this one-handed sword, I miscalculated", Xue Chen leaned on the sword and stood up, "This is learned from a friend", Ziyi picked up the giant sword on the ground. "Even if you don't have a sword, you can fight a draw with me, so you must die, not only you, but also Xue Wei's lineage, they will give you a funeral", Xue Chen's right hand lit up slightly, the killing intent in his heart was everywhere, and the purple clothes also had a cold light in his eyes. "Don't blame me for destroying flowers with my spicy hands, the skill of brushing the sword - a hundred flowers dancing", Xue Chen grimaced, his left hand pressed on the sword, and the white light covering the sword body collapsed, turning into an extremely fast sword qi intertwined around the purple clothes. This sword qi disappeared without a trace, but it was tightly encircled, and the slightest flutter at the corners of his clothes would be twisted into pieces. Xue Chen pulled out his long sword and made a slashing appearance.

The Chisheng Pupil's spiritual power was gathered, "White Pupil Boy, do you really want to make a move?" The Hidden Sword Clan's palm sword will not stop because of death, unless Xue Chen's hand leaves the sword. But in that case, if you save your friend, you may also face the attack of his left hand and the black shadow that comes and goes without a trace", Uncle Tian seems to be persuading him, but in fact, he clearly explains the methods of saving people and the things that need to be paid attention to. "Uncle Tian, you still don't know me, how can I ignore my friends", Chisheng Hitomi said, at this time, a white flower formed around the purple clothes, and he was now in the center of the flower, a transparent flower has a total of twenty or thirty petals, and this flower is still shrinking and closing. The corners of Xue Chen's mouth in the distance showed a triumphant smile, and he held the giant sword in his hand and slashed down, slashing out a sword qi out of thin air and slashing at Ziyi. The transparent sword qi was reflected white by the crystal's white light, and his pupils were magnified, and he looked motionless and powerless. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and his desperate pupils caught a white figure, he flew by, two cold lights flashed in the night sky, Xue Chen's hand and wrist holding the sword were cut off, and the giant sword fell to the ground in an instant. The sword qi that was only a fraction away from him disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, the flowers surrounding him also dispersed. At the same time, Xue Chen didn't react, but the Xuan Yu on his body had already moved, and another black shadow chased after the white shadow, straight through the white shadow, and then pierced back from it.

This white shadow is naturally Chisheng Pupil, Xue Chen reacted, and the sword in his palm lit up and slapped towards Chisheng Pupil, and he was about to succeed. Suddenly, a giant sword stood in front of him, and the blade slashed straight towards his arm, and Xue Chen's body retreated violently. Ziyi also caught the red pupils falling from the air. "Ahem...... , Fortunately, you reacted in time, although I can open the attack of the black shadow more and not die, but if I am slapped again, it will be difficult to say", Chisheng Hitomi coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, he just took a purple fruit in his mouth, and the moment the black shadow attacked, he first blocked it with his sword for a moment. The Wind Disillusionment Finger was extremely sharp, and at this moment he judged the point of attack, so he avoided the vital parts, and deliberately wore long and large clothes, also to reduce the opponent's hit rate. After the blow, he swallowed the purple fruit in one gulp, and the next coming blow was sent from the front, with almost instinctive speed, but he suffered a little skin injury. "Are you okay, this is a healing potion, this is a recovery potion, and this spiritual power replenishment potion, and ......", Ziyi took out various potions in a panic, his eyes full of worry. "Don't worry, I'm fine, I have to deal with that guy first", Chisheng Hitomi forcibly sat up, "You recover first, and he will be handed over to me", Ziyi put him on a stone, looking at Xue Chen in the distance, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

"Wait, Ziyi", Chisheng Hitomi wanted to say to leave here first, but Ziyi didn't listen to him, and walked straight out, seeing this, Chisheng Hitomi quickly closed his eyes and crossed his knees and hurried to recover. Purple walked far away from him and plunged the giant sword into the ground. "Damn boy, and you, you are all going to die today", Xue Chen roared, he didn't know what medicine he had taken yet, obviously the meridian of his wrist had been cut off, and his kung fu would be fine again in a moment. "Today, I'll let you take a good look at what is called the gift of the sword", Ziyi stood leaning on the sword, the palm sword in his left hand lit up, and his right hand made a gesture in the air, the surrounding space was instantly isolated, and the leaves in the air fell around him and were still in the air. "Boy with white eyes, don't recover, if you eat the bloodthirsty fruit, how long will it take for you to have a dragon and a tiger, this is the sword ceremony of the Tibetan Sword Clan, and some people will never see it once in their lives", Uncle Tian's voice was a little excited, and he didn't know if he had seen it or not. Chisheng Hitomi also opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the purple clothes in the distance.

I saw that Ziyi's right hand stopped the gesture, and the sword in the palm of his left hand shone brightly, and he suddenly pressed the hilt of the sword, and then his right hand also stopped the gesture, he began to bend down slightly, and his right hand made a cut on the blade of the giant sword, and the blood flowed down the sword to the ground. But instead of stopping, he grabbed the sharp blade with four fingers and slashed downward, as if wiping the blade. After a breath, his right hand brushed a point of the blade, the finger blood flowed more than he didn't care, the sword body trembled, accompanied by a soft sound, the white light of the left hand was even worse, and a pressure suddenly rose in the space where the three of them were, but it was only a little feeling. The sword was still continuing, two breaths, three breaths, until after seven breaths, the white light in Ziyi's left hand was brighter, even more than the crystal on the ground. The greatsword had already let out seven soft sounds, and the pressure around her made Hitomi Chisheng feel as if her weight had doubled. At this time, Ziyi paused, he looked up at Xue Chen, "Why, whisk, why can't I brush it down after only seven points, don't you want me to see what the gift of the sword is was", Xue Chen looked mocking. A smile rose on Ziyi's face, not mockery, nor happiness, but a confident smile, which was also the first time since Chisheng Hitomi met him that he had seen him smile like this.

Ziyi retracted his gaze, and his four fingers began to want to slide down, and at this moment he was already kneeling on one knee, ding, and another soft sound, and the sword was eight points. This result made Xue Chen, who had a mocking face, stunned for an instant, and this soft sound spread, and the pressure around him increased more than ten times. However, Ziyi didn't stop, and not only that, but the speed of the four fingers still didn't change. A breath of time passed slowly, how long this breath was, especially for Xue Chen, the eight points of the sword was no longer comparable to him, if he really wanted to make a move, he couldn't fight himself, I was afraid that the clan would punish him, and now the purple clothes were still continuing, his eyes were staring unblinking, and he didn't know the word sweat like rain, otherwise it would be appropriate to describe him. Ding, a breath passes, "nine...... Nine...... Points, this is impossible", Xue Chen was dumbfounded, at this moment he had already knelt down, not only the pressure in the strength and space, but also the bloodline, the pressure from the pure bloodline made him unable to stand on his feet after a battle. At this moment, his eyes protruded, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and the expression on his face froze, not for anything else, just because he was still moving. Yes, because Ziyi is still moving, his four fingers are still moving, and his fingers are already on the ground, but he is still thinking about brushing down. One breath, two breaths, a full ten breaths passed, and his fingers kept squirming a little bit, which showed how difficult this last point of the sword was.

Ziyi's left hand began to vibrate, and the sword body also began to sway, obviously about to be unable to hold down the giant sword, once the giant sword was in force, the sword ceremony was over. His brows furrowed, his teeth clenched, "Cough, open ......," a low voice burst out from between his teeth, and the fingers of his right hand sank into the dirt a little. "Open, open, open ...... for me", a loud roar echoed in the night sky, "Ding ......", a soft roar hit the hearts of the three people present at the same time. Xue Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, had a face like ashes, and the Chisheng Hitomi and Uncle Tian who watched were stunned in disbelief. The pressure like a mountain is also unaware of the red life Hitomi, and his mind only has the scene in front of him. The purple clothes who shouted loudly fell silent, his left hand seemed to be holding a sun, and the bright white light illuminated half of the sky. The terrifying pressure flattened the terrain within kilometers of the surrounding area, the branches of the trees broke in unison, the trunks of the trees were either forcibly pressed into the ground or crushed directly, and the loose soil became compact. And Zi Yi had already gotten up at this moment, and the golden silk threads between his right hands were painted behind his back, and finally intertwined a wordless golden scroll, and then his eyebrows lit up, and at the same time, a column of words read from top to bottom appeared in the middle of the golden scroll behind him, and it was written impressively-Race List Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven, Tibetan Sword Clan. The golden silk thread between his fingers outlined a Xin character in the center of his eyebrows, and then this word was dismantled one by one and flew into the gold list behind him.

"This is the ...... of the sword." Not only did Chisheng Hitomi's heart shake, but the Shadowless King and the others in the distant battle also stopped, and even the ogres who were rushing towards this side stopped the baby's cry and stood in place to observe the glory of this world.

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