The sword is unsheathed, the handle is mottled and ancient, but the blade is still sharp and cold, and the chill is pressing.

Compared with Lu Rong's Tu Su, the evil is thinner and narrower, and the color of the sword body is silvery, as if it had drunk the blood of the enemy.

Chen Ti held the sword in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person completely changed, no longer the old man who was always sloppy and sloppy, but a real swordsman, a domineering sword, and a holy sword.

Lu Rong found that even Chen Ti, who had used a sword to break through the air against the withered swordsman of the Shangle Chi Sword Sect in Tongguan, was not as domineering as the mountain he was now.

Poor rat eyes, he once thought that sword was the apex of the sword.

Lu Rong was extremely convinced that if Chen Ti used this evil sword to face the withered swordsman again, that blow would definitely be destroyed by the sword.

At this moment, Lu Rong's heart was surging, and he suddenly had a ridiculous feeling that he had no regrets in this life.

It's getting cloudier.

Behind him, many Qiao Mansion guys watched from afar and talked about it. The hundred Xuansoap troops had already lined up to reorganize the army, just waiting for Yuan Gong's military order.

Qiao Wei also stepped out of the carriage, stopped to look at this side, and the man behind him did not leave an inch, and his hand pressed the war knife on his waist.

Wu Bei stood in front of the crowd, not far from Lu Rong and the others, holding his hands and frowning, and Yuan Gong beside him fidgeted, pacing back and forth.

But all of this did not disturb the sword-wielder in front of him, he just carefully looked at the sword in his hand, adjusted the posture of holding the sword in his right hand, and then slowly stroked the blade with his left hand, and walked with his eyes, and gently flicked the sword body when he reached the tip of the sword.

The sword is the dragon's groan.

Then he laughed.

A chilling blast of snow broke through the ground, leaving a deep ditch on the already frozen hard pavement!

It's a ditch, it's a sword mark!

Lu Rong's eyes widened, ignoring the scattered dirt and snow blocks that pounced on his face, and looked at Chen Ti who was smiling lightly and wielding a sword, listening to him laugh heroically.

The entire official road is full of sloppy old men's unstoppable pride in the world, the cold wind cheers up, the sound is like singing, such as crying.

"I have an evil sword, and I want to ascend to the Immortal Court!"

Lu Rong involuntarily took a few steps back, the hand that had been holding down the hilt of Tu Su's sword was slightly white due to the exertion, and his knees involuntarily wanted to bend and worship, as if he was seeing a god.

Not far away, countless horses in the convoy neighed and restlessed for no reason, even the riders of the Xuansoap Army, who were the best in the world, could only control the well-trained war horses without being surprised, and many men in Qiao's Mansion struggled to restrain their horses, cursing and whipping endlessly.

The man behind Qiao Wei suddenly turned pale and looked incredulous.

Heaven and earth seemed to echo the words of the ladder, like thunder on the ground.

Xun Yin, who had been as motionless as a statue since Chen Ti drew his sword, suddenly lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and slowly exhaled a long breath, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already shining, and his fists were clenched tightly at some point, although his tone was still respectful, but his whole body exuded a monstrous momentum.

"Xun Yin asks the old-timers to try the sword!"

Lu Rong was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

Xun Yin's meaning couldn't be clearer, he wanted to test the sword himself.

Chen Ti, who is foolish and sanctified, has no comparable internal strength?

This should be the pinnacle battle of the day, right?

Chen Ti was not surprised, and laughed loudly: "Xun boy, I knew that you must have this intention when you came in person, Wang Yizhi's old man knew that he couldn't beat me, and he made an appointment with me to accept apprentices and compete after he finished studying." It's a pity that my vision is too high, and I have never accepted apprentices in my life. You didn't learn Wang Yizhi's swordsmanship learned from calligraphy, but found another way to achieve a body of King Kong internal force, but unfortunately I didn't meet a good seedling like you. ”

Xun Yin's momentum did not fall at all, but became more and more high, only his tone was light, and he said respectfully: "Xun Yin knows that even if I have learned to become a family teacher, I am not as good as my predecessors in the way of the sword. ”

Chen Ti laughed constantly, but his words were not polite: "Hahaha, you are prescient, but your kid still looks down on your master, if it weren't for the destruction of his sword heart and the destruction of his martial arts, with his talent, he may not be able to perfect that set of swordsmanship to be comparable to me, alas, it's a pity that ......"

"Seniors don't need to blame themselves, Xun Yin only asks seniors to go all out today, and not show mercy to their subordinates for this matter!" Xun Yin didn't wait for Chen Ti to finish speaking, and said loudly.

"Good, good! I have been in hiding from the world for 20 years, and I also want to know if there are any geniuses today! ”

Chen Ti tore off the sleeve of his right arm, revealing his skin the color of ancient iron, and laughed: "But the evil sword has re-entered the world, and you will be the opponent, it will not be in vain!" Lu Rong boy, stay away, the old man is going to fight happily today! ”

Xun Yin bowed deeply, saluted as a junior, and then straightened up, his whole body was ready to pounce like a tiger.

Lu Rong only felt that his chest was pressed like a boulder, and there was an inexplicable irritability and depression welling up, the air was still so cold, but it seemed to have become thinner, and he couldn't drink it happily. After a few big gasps, Lu Rong had plastic surgery, exerted all his strength, and said loudly: "Lu Rong washes his eyes and looks at it!" ”

Chen Ti also put away his smile and stood still at will, but the evil sword was held in his hand, as if there was a streamer surrounding him up and down, and if he looked closely, it turned out to be dazzling.

Facing the two of them step by step, Lu Rong was afraid of missing every moment, until he retreated to Wu's side and realized that his body was soaked with sweat.

At the moment, he just wants to have a jar of wine, the stronger the better.

Or there can be a superb painter who can give the present moment to the pen.

But it was too late for anything, even what Wu had just said was interrupted by Shengsheng.

Because they started.

Chen Ti to Xun Yin.

Sword to fist.

As if he was afraid of his predecessor's identity, and as if Chen Ti was proud of never grabbing the enemy, Xun Yin waited for a long time, and finally made the first move.

It's just that this trick doesn't hurt the earth, in the eyes of ordinary people, it just casually hands out an arm, and even the distance is too far to touch Chen Ti. But with Lu Rong's eyesight, he couldn't see whether this move was a palm or a fist, just because this move was castrated extremely fast, and the half of his right arm from his hand to his elbow was shrouded in a white light!

There is a gang qi in the fist!?

Lu Rong's hairs stood on end, and then suddenly, the sword can have sword energy, Xun Yin's internal strength is unmatched in the world, how can it be weaker than sword qi?

Just now he was still wondering how the empty-handed Xun Yin could confront the extremely sharp enemy, and only then did he realize how much of a frog he was at the bottom of the well.

The world's martial arts are all the same, and practicing to the extreme is nothing more than tapping the potential of the human body itself.

Whether it is a knife or a sword, after all, it is all external help, and it is no wonder that with Chen Tizhi's ability, he finally reached the realm of indistinguishable human sword.

Lu Rong suddenly had a feeling that if Xun Yin was also practicing swords, then he would definitely not be able to achieve such internal strength as he is now.

Sure enough, he was as strong as Chen Ti and didn't go to meet this move, and Lu Rong didn't see any change in his body shape, but he dodged half of his body for a moment, and then avoided the cold fist.

And as soon as he made a move, Xun Yin's second move had already followed, still an understatement, and still castration was extremely fast. This is followed by the third and fourth moves, and it is endless.

Lu Rong, who was dozens of steps away, could feel the fist wind blowing on his face, and his face was faintly painful.

But Chen Ti, who was shrouded by Xun Yin's fist, never took out his sword, just blindly flashed and moved, but the evil always hung obliquely in his hand and never lifted it.

Lu Rong frowned tightly, he had a wonderful feeling, Chen Ti would not be able to use a sword, once he came out with a sword, it would be shocking.