At night, mist shrouded the mountains.

The mountains are covered with a black veil of night.

Qin Yuesheng stood on the top of a mountain, holding a knife in one hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man ten zhang away.

The other party was holding a wooden sword in his hand, and he was an ordinary person.

"Ask for advice below. As soon as Qin Yuesheng's words fell, the whole person moved.

Swish!

At his level of strength, his every move was already as fast as the wind, immeasurable.

In just an instant, Qin Yuesheng had already slashed in front of the other party with a knife.

The sword is fierce and sharp.

That is, at the same time, the old man moved.

His eyes opened slightly, and suddenly a burst of essence erupted.

At the same time, his right hand moved.

The simple and ordinary wooden sword directly faced the Heavenly Evil Tiger in Qin Yuesheng's hand.

Shout!

Not to mention a wooden sword, even if it is an ordinary divine weapon, before the Heavenly Evil Tiger is evil, he can only be cut in two, but the old man is not stupid, he dares to take a wooden sword to fight, and he must have his own reliance.

When it was too late, a white sword aura suddenly emerged from the wooden sword's body, colliding with the blade of the Heavenly Evil Tiger.

The white sword qi was extremely soft, and it actually swallowed the Heavenly Evil Tiger into it, overcoming rigidity with softness, and instantly unloaded a lot of Qin Yuesheng's sword.

The old man struck a blow, weirdly and directly threw the wooden sword in his hand, and let it fall freely, only to see him wave his fingers, the wooden sword was uncontrolled, but it flew up by itself, and it circled around the Heavenly Evil Tiger.

Suddenly, the white sword qi turned into a soft one, tightly binding the entire Heavenly Evil Tiger Demon, like spinning silk into a cocoon.

"From. The old man let out a low shout, and the wooden sword rose straight into the sky, fighting for the Heavenly Evil Tiger from Qin Yuesheng's hands and taking it to the sky.

How could Qin Yuesheng let the other party snatch the sword from his hand so easily, he immediately reached out and grabbed it, and the internal force exploded, and he directly wanted to forcibly take back the Heavenly Evil Tiger with internal force, but the old man didn't plan to give him this opportunity, and pointed out the sword with the other hand at Qin Yuesheng's chest.

Although it was only two fingers, Qin Yuesheng felt a flower in front of his eyes, and an incomparably sharp royal blue blue sword stabbed towards him.

A cold sense of crisis spread directly from Qin Yuesheng's back to the back of his head, making him tremble all over his body, and his hair stood on his feet.

This is, a life-and-death crisis!

Airplanes!

The Golden Bell Jar of Mixed Yuan Creation instantly appeared, rotating rapidly around Qin Yuesheng's body, loyal to the Lord.

The nine purple dragons floated and sank in the nine pieces of purple mist, and the dragon groaned, and in this atmosphere, the sword quietly and accurately stabbed the surface of the golden bell jar.

Sonor!

There was a sonorous iron sound, deafening, Qin Yuesheng's eyes changed, and he saw a hole on the surface of the golden bell jar.

The existence that can make the heaven and earth-level body protection magic skill, the golden bell jar of mixed yuan creation, Qin Yuesheng has only the first immortal Wu Anjun since he had it.

The ordinary-looking old man in front of him actually has such strength!

Shout!

The old man's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, but he was surprised by the body protection magic skill used by Qin Yuesheng, with the power of his sword, even if it was a body protection technique of the divine skill, it couldn't be stopped.

"Interesting. Qin Yuesheng said with a smile, although the Heavenless Evil Tiger was in his body, but his methods were not only like this, I saw that Qin Yuesheng touched the Sumeru bag on his waist, and the Soul Demon had already fallen into his hands, and the Soul Demon automatically turned into a Soul Arm, strengthening the strength of Qin Yuesheng's right arm.

Rumble!

There is no move and no style, an ordinary punch is thrown, and the power of this punch is earth-shattering, even Qin Yuesheng himself can't have a general understanding.

When the Soul Demon was first asked to get it in Qingyang City, it was still very weak, and the increase on the possessed was very small, but the advantage was that it could evolve by absorbing the souls of the dead, Qin Yuesheng had been fighting with the Soul Demon for so long, if he killed someone, there were many souls under the knife under his hands, and this kind of massive feeding had already made the Soul Demon grow to an extremely terrifying level.

What's more, the last time Wu Anjun died, the Soul Demon also absorbed a lot of immortal blood, and even ...... Wu Anjun's soul.

The soul of an immortal, which is something that can be seen in the mortal world, is enough for millions of people.

This punch, just the strength of the fist, has already blown a terrifying wind in the same place.

The wind was so strong that the dirt was flying, the trees were rising from the ground, and the sand was flying away from the rocks, which was very amazing.

Click!

Everywhere Qin Yuesheng went, the ground cracked like a spider's web, these cracks spread one to two, two to spread in all directions, and the entire mountain rumbled, faintly about to crack.

Looking at Qin Yuesheng, the old man's expression gradually became serious, and he couldn't help but exude a trace of battle intent in his body, which was not the same as holding the intention of keeping his hand, but trying to go all out.

"Heart Sword!" the old man drank in a low voice, although there was no sword in his hand, but where the old man stood, there was a strange sonorous sword sound.

The sound was amazing, shaking the clouds, the clouds and mist in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the old man's hair was raised high, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

In Qin Yuesheng's eyes, the old man could no longer be seen at all, and all that was left was a long sword.

"There is a sword, there is no sword, the forgotten sword, the heart sword, I have been in the forgotten sword village for more than 70 years, this style, you are the first person to see. The old man said slowly, and in an instant he had stepped out.

Whoa!

Dozens of sword qi shot towards Qin Yuesheng's location from all directions.

Everything happened in an instant, and in the next breath, Qin Yuesheng's fist had already collided with the old man's wrist.

The figure of the old man was sometimes a sword, sometimes a human, and the scene in Qin Yuesheng's eyes was endlessly changing, and it was difficult to distinguish it.

One of the two of them has a shocking fist, and the other has an unpredictable heart, and there is no doubt that Gu Du has reached the extreme of swordsmanship in the world.

Bang!

The whole mountain rumbled, and finally it was overwhelmed, and it began to collapse and shatter from the position of the mountain, and it rolled to the ground in sections, and a great mountain peak turned into flat ground in an instant, and the dust was rolling.

"Poof!" The old man in the dust and smoke trembled, although the Grandmaster powerhouse who had reached their point was already invincible, but when he faced Qin Yuesheng's punch infused with the Soul Dementor, he still couldn't parry.

That strength is no less than a mountain colliding with it, the difference is that the old man can easily split a mountain, but he can't split Qin Yuesheng's fist.

The old man's heart sword was invisible, Qin Yuesheng seemed to have the upper hand, but he watched as the sword that the old man turned into slowly stabbed towards him and penetrated his body.

But he didn't feel the pain in his body at all, but a heart-rending pain emanated from the depths of his soul.

It seems to hurt the soul.

"Hurting the soul, this is the power of the Heart Sword. Qin Yuesheng was shocked: "Why does your shot make me feel a little familiar, who are you?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've told anyone my name, old man Bai Yue, a person from Jiangnan. The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said indifferently.

Qin Yuesheng's eyes lit up, Bai Yue, with a sword......

Isn't that ...... The famous Baiyue Sword Saint in the south of the Yangtze River.

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