Cui Weiming didn't answer this question, but squinted his eyes, looked at the sword in the other party's hand, or the sword pendant hanging behind the hilt, and asked, "This is the magic weapon you disguised as a spatula?"

Zhao Haotian nodded and said, "Yes, I got it in Tianji Pavilion, and it has the power of transfiguration." ”

Cui Weiming was holding a bamboo stick with a smile on his face, but the light in his eyes was sharp and compelling, and said: "We have fought twice, I hope this is the last time." ”

He held the middle of the bamboo stick in his left hand, as if holding the scabbard of a sword.

In his right hand, he holds one end of a bamboo stick, like the hilt of a sword.

Then he exerted his hands slightly, only to hear a soft sound of "buzz", and a snow-bright sword blade appeared in the sight of the three of them.

It was not the crisp sound of "gong", but the dull sound of rubbing, which was the sound of the bamboo sheath rubbing against the sword body, like the low roar of a dragon sticking out its tongue, heavy and oppressive.

The low roar echoed in the cave for a long time, making people feel disgusted, as if a stone was pressed against the chest, making people breathless.

The sword is out of the sheath an inch, but Cui Weiming has already taken out the sword.

The vitality swirls and stirs in the scabbard and blade, exuding the dragon's tongue and sword intent, which is naturally a law.

This is the sound of the sword.

This is the sword of music that once amazed all the talented people in the world and made countless evil demons and outsiders frightened.

After 50 years, it has reappeared in the world today, and its power has not diminished as it was back then. Even the calm waters of the waterhole rippled with a low roar.

"That's it, dragon's tongue?"

Zhao Haotian raised his eyebrows slightly, the long sword flickered, and slashed in mid-air, like a silver bottle bursting, and the sword body rubbed against the air to make a crisp sound.

The voice is impassioned, even a little harsh.

The abrupt sound stirred up a straight line of water on the surface of the pool, as if the diner was in the middle and the servant cut the dough with a kitchen knife, cutting the ripples in two.

The sword sound that suddenly erupted was the most domineering, but it contained the cultivator's years of cultivation comprehension, and there were even hints of the Heavenly Dao.

But although this sound is powerful, Cui Weiming's sword is slowly withdrawn, the so-called thin water flows for a long time, and no one can really cut off the flowing stream.

Just like Zhao Haotian did suppress the sword sound of the dragon's tongue trembling for a moment, but he couldn't completely stop the other party from continuing to draw the sword.

As long as the clouds and mist of Langya Peak are not all dispersed, the clear stream will not dry up.

As long as the dragon tongue sword is not fully unsheathed, then the dragon tongue tremor will not stop.

As a result, the straight waterline cut out by the domineering rhythm dissipated, and the ripples rose again, filling the water surface in an instant.

The cave was once again filled with the sound of dragon tongue and sword.

Zhao Haotian danced with his long sword again, raised it above his head, and pointed angrily at the sky.

White silk wool appeared on the trajectory of the sword tip, which was the trace left by the sword qi when it cut through the air.

The domineering sword sound sounded again, and the ripples on the water surface were cut off again.

But soon, the dragon's tongue trembled and regained the upper hand.

Feng Xiaohan stood behind Cui Weiming, affected by the sound of the sword, there were waves in the sea, his face was slightly pale, and he covered his ears tightly, but even this still could not stop the invasion of the sword sound.

This is the Void Breaking Realm, and for the people of the Spirit Realm, this is tantamount to an immortal fight.

If it weren't for Cui Weiming's deliberate control of the sword sound, which blocked him from the attack of many domineering sword sounds, Feng Xiaohan would even vomit blood on the spot at this time.

He looked at the two people in the field, Wan Yan's divine power was constantly running, and the battle of sword intent between the two was in his eyes, and he understood all the mysteries in his heart.

Cui Weiming's dragon tongue trembling is a superior method, especially the means of thin water and long flow, which is really clever.

It is said that it is a long stream of water, but in fact, mercury is pervasive.

Spread out a force evenly, and use it slowly, no matter what kind of thunder blow the opponent launches, there will still be residual strength, as long as there is a gap in the attack, then it will be controlled by the sound of the dragon tongue sword, so that the sea of knowledge is shocked, and the ability to deal with it in the next fight is greatly reduced.

This method of fighting made Feng Xiaohan refreshed, and he seemed to understand something in an instant, but that feeling was fleeting, and he didn't grasp what it was.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like only a breath of time has passed.

The dragon tongue sword was finally unsheathed, and Zhao Haotian also stopped wielding it.

Calm was restored in the cave.

It's just a simple sword drawing action, which contains countless mysteries,

But this time the calm was different from the previous one, and some things changed.

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Zhao Haotian's response can be described as not clever.

He used the thunder sound of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique to forcibly tear Cui Weiming's sword sound like scissors, and used it repeatedly, because the Wind and Thunder Sword was so fast, so fast that there was almost no gap, so the dragon's tongue trembled and failed to hurt him.

Even if there were, before the sword sound invaded the sea of knowledge, the wind and thunder sword sound of the next sword struck again.

Feng Xiaohan stood in place, slightly startled and speechless.

Practicing together, turning into a spirit, a cave, a catastrophe, and then a realm of breaking the void, Guo Mingzhe is even higher than breaking the void.

The place where the war is broken is like this, so what kind of earth-shattering will it be when the fight is made?

The few white fish in the waterhole who didn't know whether they were alive or dead were really dead this time, and they were cut into several pieces by the sword of sound and rhythm, and the faint blood stains spread in the water, which looked very demonic.

Zhao Haotian and Cui Weiming's hands both held their respective swords.

At the moment of the great enemy, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he naturally wants to draw the sword.

It is not only necessary to distinguish between victory and defeat, but also between life and death.

The two stood with their swords in their hands, looking into each other's eyes and feeling the will of their opponents.

Then, without warning, the sword was drawn at the same time.

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The Great Array of the Changming Sect Protector Sect did not rise for some reason, and the sword formation of the Changming Sect put forward by the disciples of the Mountain Gate was broken, and in desperation, he could only choose to fight with the mountain attackers.

But the mountain attackers are outnumbered, and their combat power is good, and more importantly, they are all outlaws, and the things between life and death are the most familiar.

Even if there are disciples from Blood Cloud Peak, Purple Cloud Peak and Qingzhu Peak among the disciples of the Mountain Gate, they are not as good at fighting as each other.

In just a few breaths, several disciples lost their lives.

Wu Zun held the iron sword, stood proudly, and looked coldly at the distance behind the mountain gate, feeling the powerful aura that was gradually approaching.

"I wonder if they learned that the inner mountain and closed disciples on their peaks were being strangled by the masters who had been lurking for a long time, would they choose the mountain gate or the disciples of the peaks?"

Thinking of this, Wu Zun had to admire the intelligence of his young master.

A force, especially among the sects.

The most important thing is the talented young disciples.

Those old guys will die sooner or later, and they are not their opponents, so why rush?

As long as you find a way to kill all the inner mountain disciples and closed disciples of the Changming Sect, then Changming will not be so much injured as having no future pillars.

Under the covert impetus of other forces, even a behemoth like Changming will collapse in the next hundred years.

At that time, they only need to let their descendants secretly strengthen themselves, and within three hundred years, Changming will perish.

Zhao Haotian has been dormant for many years, under the guise of culinary exchanges, with the unbelievably powerful concealment method, he hid many masters in the vegetable basket and sent them into the cellar of Zhufeng.

Wu Zun and others were responsible for attacking the mountain and attracting Changming's firepower.

When the disciples of Zhufeng organize to go to support, these masters who have been ambushed will take action to strangle them.

The top ten elders either gave up the disciples of the Mountain Gate to protect the main peak, but then the Changming Mountain Gate would be breached, or they rushed to the mountain gate and let the disciples be killed.

Therefore, there must be people here in the mountain gate, but as long as they come, Changming will definitely lose countless talented disciples tonight.

It's night, and they have thousands of cult monks, and they are even more united outlaws, even if all the ten elders take action, they will have to kill until sunrise.

The two peaks are not far apart, but even a master like Breaking the Void Realm is difficult to take care of both peaks at the same time, so if they choose a disciple, it will only be enough to protect the safety of the disciples in the inner mountain of this peak.

The time, the place, the people.

This is Zhao Haotian's so-called conspiracy.

It is also the abacus of Wu Zun's people.