The night is falling, and some people have gathered under the Pearl Tower to look up at the sky, and the figures below are surrounded like a swarm of ants because of the change in the weather, and the noise faintly follows the impermanence of the wind into Yang Ming's ears.

A string of blood flowed out of the wound, and was pressed into countless fine blood streaks in the air, and then it fell somewhere.

He's still falling!

Being in the air, the feeling of falling and the sudden emptiness in his heart at this time seemed to be a feeling, Yang Ming closed his eyes, countless mottled memories and pictures flashed in his mind, and finally the condensed picture stopped in Ai Qishan's last sword of the dragon trick.

Sumeru mustard father, mustard Sumeru master. The mountains and rivers are calm and flat, knocking on the ice to make tea.

The passage of time, the cause and effect of hatred, finally came to naught in an instant. The erased past dies in his mind, and a new light is generated, so his mind is filled with bright light and boundless warmth, which makes his mind relaxed and extremely comfortable......

The blood coagulates in the wound and the wound heals instantly.

Yang Ming opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall of the Pearl Tower, and he saw Xisha Lengyue, who was chasing his falling figure and rushing down, which was like the speed of a dark night spirit cat, and it was also the essence of the supreme illusion step of Dongying Ninjutsu.

He still had a sword in his hand, so he swung it at his side.

The cold light brought by the sword qi shifted by, and the wall was suddenly opened by the sword light, the wall was opened, the glass and lime splashed out, and the steel in the wall was presented like earthworms...... Yang Ming slashed out with a sword, and the sword qi broke all the walls of the floors along the way, one big hole after another!

Xisha Lengyue had already heard such a movement, and his speed was even faster, almost no longer intending to rush to the bottom of the Pearl Tower.

Yang Ming was still wielding his sword.

The people under the tower vaguely saw the wall above burst open, thinking that it was a bomb planted by a terrorist attack, and suddenly retreated like a swarm, and the emergency personnel who rushed over quickly withdrew to form a phalanx of defensive battles on the periphery, holding guns at the entrance of the Pearl Tower, and by the way, someone called for help.

Xisha Leng Yue rushed, as he got closer to the bottom of the tower, his body became colder and colder, although his speed was getting faster and faster, and the distance between him and Yang Ming was getting closer and closer, but his confidence in himself became weaker and weaker in the process.

Until, suddenly, a sword flew!

He stopped suddenly, his toes on the ground, the floor cracked, and he flew upside down, the long knife in his hand turned into a cloud of light and slashed out.

With a loud bang, Xisha Lengyue's arm shook, and the long knife rotated in the air to draw a line that was out of the original trajectory, and then with the arm he swung out under his gritted teeth, a thin long sword flew out along his blade and nailed into the wall.

"Whoosh!"

Another burst of air crashing sounds.

Xisha Leng Yue turned over again and flashed, and the long knife swept out a larger curtain of light and slashed out in the direction where the wind was blowing.

"Hum—"

This time, the long sword did not come with the kind of power that was so huge that it shook Xisha Lengyue's arm, but at the moment when the long sword touched his blade, a sticky force came from the sword and entangled his blade, and then Xisha Lengyue struggled for a few seconds to throw out the long sword that was rotating around the blade.

The sword "swished" again and nailed to the wall not far away......

After Xisha Lengyue threw this sword away, he was already far behind Yang Ming's falling speed, so when he rushed towards the bottom of the tower again, he lost his sense of Yang Ming's breath, so he paused suddenly, and suddenly ran towards the window.

"Bang!"

The glass splashed, and a cold light rolled towards his figure from the outside, and the sword blade and the blade exchanged blows in an instant, and then the two figures passed by in an instant, and each found a place to fight and stopped!

Yang Ming gasped for breath covered in blood, slowly raised his head, looked at Xisha Leng Yue with a calm gaze and said with a smile: "I thought you really wouldn't set foot in Huaxia half a step again, but I didn't expect you to come over again, it's really 'wolves traveling thousands of miles to eat meat, dogs traveling thousands of miles to eat'!" ”

"You're not dead, that's a surprise to me!" Xisha Lengyue frowned and said coldly, "But you are so seriously injured, my sword skills have made a new breakthrough, you will not be able to escape this death after all!" Because...... You're all just guinea pigs that have been empowered! ”

Yang Ming's eyes lit up, and he stared at Xisha Leng Yue angrily and shouted, "You know too much......"

As he spoke, he rushed out, and the sword in his hand rolled up a huge sword light and swept towards Xisha Lengyue, and the appearance of this sword turned out to be the move of the Canglong Technique that Ai Qishan had used not long ago, but there was a faint sound of dragon groaning under his use.

The thin sword trembles, it is for the dragon to groan!

In the midst of the dragon's groan, the cold light with light swept over!

Xisha Lengyue snorted lightly, his body flew backwards like a weird kite, and then at the moment when his back was close to the wall, his feet crossed a little on the ground, and then his whole body spun like a spinning top and rushed straight up.

But after rushing high, his figure changed its trajectory in the air again, and swooped towards Yang Ming in a posture like an eagle puncing on food, and the long knife in his hand actually pulled out a straight line of light and shot at Yang Ming's body!

This is the strongest nirvana of Xisha Cold Moon - Wild. Blood Dance!

Compared with the grandeur of Canglongjue, the wilderness. The blood dance is the strongest technique that Xisha Leng Yue has comprehended from Dongying's martial arts classics, the moment his sword light turns into a straight line, his figure suddenly exploded in the air, and six of his figures appeared out of thin air, so there were six blades and rays of light that killed Yang Ming from six directions, imprisoning Yang Ming in the middle like a chain with six desperate paths.

It's also a barren. The highest meaning of the blood dance, the combination of attack and defense, reproduces the strongest mystery of Sasaki and Miyamoto Musashi back then, the bird cannot escape, and the goshawk cannot enter!

The dancing long knife slowly narrowed the range of kills with the dancing figure of Xisha Lengyue, and Sen Ran's murderous aura locked Yang Ming's whole person in a mortal cage, and life and death seemed to have been seen at this moment! However, in this moment of lightning, Yang Ming's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed a ray of light composed of sword qi in it!

Xisha Lengyue's eyes flashed, the knife momentum was triggered, and the light actually slashed down towards Yang Ming's palm at a faster speed, the palm and the light touched together in the next moment, the killing intent in Xisha Lengyue's eyes was released, and when he was about to suppress the knife momentum with all his strength, his eyes were suddenly filled with boundless fear.

With a "bang", he pulled up his long knife and retreated!

A string of blood beads was thrown out of Yang Ming's palm, and what he firmly grasped in his palm was Xisha Lengyue's blade, which had already cut into the flesh and bone of his palm, even a little more force was enough to cut off his palm, but Xisha Lengyue had to retreat.

Because Xisha Lengyue didn't expect that the blade that Yang Ming grabbed turned out to be his real blade, that is to say, in his six rays of light, Yang Ming instantly grabbed the root of his move, that is, the throat of murderous aura, and forcibly pinched the seven inches of his knife.

The next moment, the sword light burst out, and the light-containing sword that condensed the endless murderous aura brought out a puddle of blood light.

"Ahh

Xisha Lengyue's terrible voice came out a few feet away, but an arm flew out of the air, and a string of blood was still splashing out from the broken hole of that arm, and the breeze swept below, shaking the falling blood droplets into fine foam and exploding.

The light sword became a streamer, and Yang Ming's body and sword body turned into a straight line, as if he was chasing after the sword, chasing the figure of Xisha Lengyue in the distance.

Xisha Leng Yue, who lost an arm, slammed into the glass with a bang, and her body flew out in the air!

At this moment, the broken arm fell to the ground with a popping sound.

Yang Ming stood at the gap where Xisha Lengyue crashed out, staring at Xisha Lengyue's figure floating in the air, suddenly he raised his arm and threw the long sword towards Xisha Lengyue's figure, and after the long sword was thrown, he jumped out of the gap again and stepped down fiercely.

The situation seemed to have gone through a long process to turn around, and in fact, all the processes only happened in three minutes, so when Yang Ming's long sword was about to hit Xisha Lengyue, he swung his sword to show the most perfect desolation in his life. Blood Dance!

The figure under the night sky looked up and saw only two streamers colliding together, and then a brilliant spark that continued like fireworks shone in the night sky for a moment, and then went out!

At the moment when the light went out, Yang Ming's feet stomped on Xisha Lengyue's heart fiercely! He stepped down wildly, stomping Xisha Lengyue's entire heart to the ground, and with the last mouthful of blood spurting out of Xisha Lengyue, Yang Ming rushed up with this momentum, and then grabbed his long sword and stabbed it into the wall on the side.

"Click-"

The sharp light saber had been cutting seven or eight meters of scratches on the wall before it finally alleviated the trend, Yang Ming's body twisted slightly, and he turned into a floor with the help of his strength!

At the bottom of the Pearl Tower, another body smashed down, and the pop was like a watermelon falling to the ground from a high place, and the juice sac splashed open......

This battle is finally over!

Yang Ming walked upstairs, returned to the top of the tower, and after picking up his long sword and the Tai'a left by Ai Qishan, he picked up the remaining half jar of wine and continued to drink, the iconic lights had flashed below, Yang Ming's eyes looked at the starry sky above his head, and suddenly frowned, and then rushed down towards the bottom of the tower.