The old man's short stick was the size of a palm, like gold and jade, and shone faintly in the moonlight.

It's a magic weapon, he's an insect rider, he doesn't need melee combat, and very few people can get close to him.

This artifact exists just as a precautionary measure.

Although the sword used by the sick seedlings is strong, the sword moves are very ordinary, and it is the sixth style of the mountain gate swordsmanship, called "Bamen Mountain Ghost".

Above board, but as cold as a demon god.

The old man laughed strangely, and his vitality gathered on the short stick, and after the streamer, he saw a long stick appear in his hand.

The long stick is about six feet, with skull-like carvings at each end, and the whole body is full of streamers, but the aura it exudes is extremely cold.

The sword of the sick seedling fell like a mountain ghost, and the old man's long stick was horizontal in front of him, and the sword and stick collided, bursting out with a puff of sparks, which looked so dazzling in the night.

The aura on the old man's body was even more obscure, his eyes locked on the pale face of the sick man, and he said coldly: "Your sword is actually so sharp. ”

The sick seedling also raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Your stick is also quite hard." ”

The short sword in his hand was given as a sword by the disciple of Uchiyama, Qingzhufeng, and it was incomparably sharp, and it was said to be made from the claws of the legendary dragon, and everything the blade pointed to was like destroying the withering and decaying.

But it also has its weaknesses, although the blade of this sword is hard but easy to break, although it is comparable to gold and iron, but there is no malleability of iron, once there is a crack, it will be a fatal scar for this sword.

On weekdays, he can easily cut off trees with the thickness of the bowl.

At this time, although the sick seedling did not use all his strength, he only left shallow traces on this long stick in the case of using his sword moves.

The short sword of the sick seedling came like a lonely boat, full of loneliness, and the old man seemed to be thin and weak, but the long stick was waved like a sudden wind, angrily slashing endless wind and dust.

After all, the sick man is a young man, and his cultivation is weak, but he knows that he is the only hope for the disciples behind him.

The old man was also surprised, he had never seen a young man with superb swordsmanship, but he rarely saw someone who could jump into a battle.

However, the number of talented people in the world is innumerable, and this is not an unusual thing.

Moreover, the two are only on par at this time, and after a long time, the gap in cultivation will be revealed.

The old man's cultivation is a higher level, his vitality is profound, and his ability to continue fighting is stronger, not to mention whether those disciples can survive the slowly coming insect tide, even the sick seedling himself is very dangerous.

Lu Yingfeng and many other disciples also realized this, and those disciples with the double poison in their bodies could no longer stand, so they could only hold their swords and half-kneel on the ground, and the pain hit their whole bodies.

Looking at the senior brothers who showed pain on their faces but forcibly held back their silence, the remaining disciples gradually became anxious.

At this time, they were close to each other, huddled together, and the Changming Sword Array could not exert its due power at all when the space was insufficient, and they were powerless to stop the pace of the insect tide.

When the first spirit scorpion climbed to the feet of the disciples, Lou Tingyu's eyes flashed with light, which was very bright in the night, and said lightly: "The clouds pass through the rivers and mountains without leaving a trace." ”

Lin Yisong was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "The water stretches for thousands of miles. ”

These two sentences rekindled the hope of the somewhat flustered disciples.

The two sentences spoken by the two are poems and swords. The light that flashed in Lou Tingyu's eyes was sword light.

But not an ordinary sword, but a Xuanhuang sword!

The Xuanhuang Sword of Changming Sect is one of the most powerful swordsmanship in the Chengtian Continent, but for some reason, the original version of this sword book fell into the hands of the imperial family, and they were unwilling to return it to Changming.

As a result, many disciples and elders of Changming could only rely on the manuscripts left by the predecessors of the sect to practice, but what was recorded in the manuscripts was their perception of this set of sword records, and there were very few sword moves that really flowed down.

The night was once again illuminated by the light of the sword.

Lin Yisong's sword is like a juanjuan flowing water that converges into a river after traveling thousands of miles, straight into the sea, and then the water turns into mist, and the mist rises in the clear sky and converges into clouds.

Lou Tingyu's sword is like a cloud flowing out of the sky, ethereal without a trace, like a floating cloud flowing over the cliff on the mountainside of Langya Peak, quietly going away with the wind without leaving a trace.

Eventually, endless clouds obscured the eyes, gathered into dark clouds, obscured the sky and the sun, and after thunderbolts, rain fell into the earth and merged into streams.

The sword momentum of the two is born of each other, making up for each other, like the flow of yin and yang.

Water becomes fog, fog becomes clouds, clouds become rain, and rain becomes water.

This infinite cycle is in response to the truth behind the operation of this world, which is the irreversible law of manpower and the law of heaven and earth.

The two of them used their swords to show this pattern.

Those spirit scorpions and black beetles felt the power of heaven and earth, and they didn't dare to approach, and some of them were even slowly retreating, causing the insect tide to show signs of collapse.

Even the constant orders of the old man not far away could not stop this sign.

"Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the universe is desolate, and the Xuanhuang Sword of Changming has been heard for a long time, and it can derive the rules of heaven and earth and the universe. Today, the old decay has opened his eyes. ”

The old man waved his stick to force the sick seedlings back, and looked at the vision of the sword light and the clouds and water formed when the two of them swung their swords, and exclaimed: "The young master said that the three peaks of green bamboo, blood cloud and purple cloud are not easy to mess with, and they are really powerful. ”

The sick seedling holds a short sword, and the old man uses a stick, the so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and one inch is long and one inch is strong.

But the sick seedlings are above board, and the sword moves they use are above board.

The old man is insidious and cunning, and the stick he uses is also tricky and vicious.

Such contrasting people and weapons have no sense of disobedience in the hands of the two, and even give people a feeling of "he should have used this kind of weapon".

Although the threat of the insect tide has been temporarily contained, the situation has not improved, and the sick seedlings are still helpless to the old man, and if they want to distinguish the winner or loser, they must at least after a hundred moves.

Moreover, the Xuanhuang Sword, a sword technique that contains the power of the law, was performed by two disciples of the Cave Secret Realm who had not yet peeked into the mysteries of heaven and earth, how long could it last?

Although the two-person sword is powerful, how many poisons can be strangled after entering the insect tide?

Lou Tingyu couldn't help but think that if Feng Xiaohan was here and had many powerful swords with a large attack range, this game could be easily cracked.

Lu Yingfeng also thought of this, but thought again: "If Xiao Han is here, just relying on the sword intent to scare off these poisons is enough, where do you need to spend a lot of means?"

At this time, everyone found that when it comes to living in adversity, it is the wind and the cold that is the most.

Seeing that he had been fighting with the old man for a long time, he was a little anxious, and the sword momentum was even more rapid, and the powerful sword light shrouded the old man, forcing the other party to only defend passively.

seems to have the upper hand, but in fact, the old man is invincible, because he only needs to defend to consume a lot of vitality from the sick seedlings.

Lou Tingyu and Lin Yisong's realm still existed, but their vitality had been exhausted, and at this time, they were all supported by their tenacious will, and the vision of the sword move was also much more illusory.

The qi formed around the disciples was also much weaker.

Lu Yingfeng shook his head and took a step forward, folding the fan and holding it in his hand, as if holding the hilt of a sword.

The big white fat man thought about it and took a step forward.

Bai Wen, Dongfang Han, and Gu Shan all stood up at each other's glances.

They still have the strength to spare, and after waiting for the sword strength of the two senior brothers to run out, they will use their strongest moves and methods to create another safe realm for the other disciples.

Several people had sword qi in their chests, their bodies full of sword qi, and their eyes were shining.

At the moment when Lou Tingyu's two swords were completely exhausted, the five of them shouted and showed their unique skills.

The sword light once again shrouded everyone's surroundings.

Suddenly, a vision was born.