In front of Tongguan, the murderous atmosphere is awe-inspiring, and the birds are avoided.

At this time, the carriage was a hundred steps away from the five swordsmen in front!

Except for Meng Da, who had a mutilated arm, the other four swordsmen were all quite old, and one of them was even more skinny, withered, and standing with a sword.

Withered Swordsman!

Lu Rong's chest was agitated.

The reason why the orchestra sword school is famous is because the sword faction became famous for its sword skill "water pressing" in the Tianshan orchestra pool, and this Tianshan orchestra is hidden in the depths of the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions, inaccessible, and the birds do not come, which can be called a dead place, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. The Orchestra Sword Sect has been inherited for hundreds of years, and there are countless people who have reached the top with outstanding swordsmanship and strength in order to go further, cut off their mortal hearts, and resolutely hide by the side of the Tianshan Orchestra Pool. Listening to the majestic falling into the waterfall, feeling the cold mountain wind on the top of the mountain, living a life like a dry ghost to realize the sword. For hundreds of years, there are only eleven or twelve people who have been born again, all of whom are people whose sword hearts have gone to the next level, and their sword moves have become more and more sophisticated, and they have left a name in the world for a hundred years.

The old swordsman in front of him, since he has been able to come out of the Tianshan Orchestra Pool, thinking about his strength, will be even higher than Meng Gongxun, the contemporary sect master of the Sword Sect!

In the face of such a lineup, with three hundred Qinzhou cavalry behind him, can Chen Ti really break through the way of life with a broken sword and escape?

Eighty steps! The wind is rising.

The withered swordsman at the head stood up among the five, drew his sword in his hand, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be lifeless.

Meng Da on the side sneered with a sneer on his face, retreated from the distance, and he was cut off from his sword-holding arm, he had no strength to fight, and he had already been ordered to just watch the battle without using his hands.

The horse pulling the cart also seemed to feel a strong killing intent, and hesitated a little, Wu shouted loudly on his back, and the horsewhip was whipped down heavily.

Chen Ti is still as immobile as a mountain. He said lightly: "Lu Rong boy, wait a minute, what is a sword!" ”

Fifty steps! The sky is even more hazy.

In an instant, in an instant, Lu Rong suddenly felt that the air around him suddenly tightened, and suddenly dispersed, and the breath he had just inhaled did not reach his lungs, which was extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if a thunderbolt had come into the air, blasting the snow around the carriage outwards and flying up, which was extremely spectacular.

Another figure shot away from the carriage, like a green light. It's Chen Ti! The sloppy old man finally moved, like a sharp arrow breaking through the air, he collapsed his horse and swept straight towards the four people in front of him.

The horses were torn by the pain, and the whole carriage shuddered with a jolt.

Lu Rong's pupils suddenly dilated, and he grabbed the tiger who wanted to follow, his eyes chased after Chen Ti, not wanting to miss his moves.

When the withered swordsman saw Chen Ti make a move, he suddenly felt an incomparably fierce momentum, and immediately frowned, stepped forward, and shouted three times, one louder than one.

The last shout was the most deafening, and the withered swordsman immediately condensed his qi to the extreme, raised his eyebrows angrily, and raised his sword to stab.

The other three swordsmen's faces also changed greatly, and they spread out left and right, bypassing half a circle, trying to surround the people who broke through the sky.

In an instant, Lu Rong always stared at Chen Ti's figure, and saw clearly, that Chen Ti swept towards a few people in the air, and there was a huge acceleration halfway through, and then half of the way, and then the speed, and finally when the enemy was approached, the speed was the highest, and the straight sword met the withered swordsman, and a broken sword in his hand seemed to have a brilliant brilliance!

Lu Rong was stunned, with his hair standing on end!

The withered swordsman had already noticed that the popularity of this person in front of him was too strong, and he never thought that he who had been sitting by the Tianshan Music Pond for thirty years to cultivate his qi and forge his heart, and he would not be able to match it. In his heart, which was like stopping water, he suddenly stirred up huge waves, but he knew that he couldn't retreat at this time, and if he retreated, he would be exhausted, and he would never be able to turn over again, so he could only use the qi of his whole body and carry this sword to death!

At this moment, the withered swordsman's heart was full of shock and fear that had never appeared before, and he even had deep doubts about the meaning of his painstaking sword training.

The moment the two swords met, it was as if time had stopped. If you look closer, the blades of the two swords did not touch, but poured into each other with the sword qi as thick as a bull's fight.

The huge energy scattered in all directions shocked the other three swordsmen who couldn't step forward at all, and only struggled to stabilize their bodies after going against the current, and Lu Rong, who was fifty steps away, was also in a state of discouragement.

Wu's whip-raising hand paused in mid-air, but he couldn't pull it out, and finally changed it to block in front of him, in order to block the cold sword wind.

Just a moment later, the withered swordsman finally couldn't withstand the qi like a huge wave, knowing that if he continued like this, he would inevitably destroy his sword, so he had to bite the bullet, suddenly put away his sword and turned back, he spun half a circle to unload the vigorous sword qi, and was carried back by the qi for dozens of steps before he barely stood still.

If it is a master who sees it on the side, he will inevitably be greatly admired by the strength of the withered swordsman, you must know that if one of the swords easily withdraws, then the other side of the qi machine will inevitably take advantage of the weakness, and when the qi machine is coming, it will be difficult to resist as hard as ascending to the sky, even if you are lucky enough not to die, you must be seriously injured.

And the withered swordsman can use his own rotation half a circle to unload the sword qi at the time of a thousand junctures, which is worthy of the sword ancestor who has been practicing the sword in the Tianshan Le Chi for decades.

But even so, this sword path ancestor was also seriously injured at this time, a fishy sweetness surged up from his chest, and he struggled to press down, and the right arm holding the sword fell from his shoulder, slowly turning red and dark, and finally seeping blood mist from under the skin.

Chen Ti took advantage of this blow, stopped his momentum, flipped over a heel, did not wait for his footsteps to stand firm, and with one foot, he blew up the snow all over the ground, and swept towards a swordsman next to him.

The swordsman was shocked by the qi just now, and his breath was already disordered, and when he saw Chen Ti coming, he didn't have time to think about it, so he didn't meet the enemy first, but quickly retreated to adjust, who knew that Chen Ti's speed was extremely fast, and before his breathing was smooth, he had seen a cold light coming straight to him.

It's so fast! It's so fast!

Lu Rong was able to recover from the shock of the move just now, and he condensed his mind to look, and saw that after the swordsman and Chen Ti exchanged swords, his body was in chaos, his steps were vain, and he was hit directly in the chest by Chen Ti's left fist, and he suddenly turned out a long way, and the sword in his hand was already unable to hold it, and it flew out of the distance and fell to the ground.

The other two swordsmen saw that when their companions were enemy, they had quickly chased behind Chen Ti, the two seemed to cooperate, one jumped up and slashed Chen Ti's neck, and one person went to attack Chen Ti's lower plate, seeing that he was about to succeed, but Chen Ti borrowed a move just now, and turned around, a sword from the bottom to the top, and the last came first, only two sword sounds were heard, and these two moves were blocked.

The two of them failed to make a move, took two steps back, as if facing a great enemy, cold sweat flowed, and no longer made a move.

Lu Rong was full of pride in his heart at this moment, as if he saw a god, he had long forgotten that he was in danger.

One sword forced back the withered old swordsman, two moves defeated and one person retreated, turned over to block the other two from joining forces, and Chen Ti was calm and relaxed from beginning to end. In this short moment of fighting, from the distance of fifty paces, until now the carriage is still thirty steps away from the battlefield of several people!

It turned out that Chen Ti, who was rumored to be foolish in the rivers and lakes, was actually such a strength!

Is this the pinnacle of kendo?

Lu Rong practiced swords for a few days, and his heart was slightly enlightened, just now he saw the sloppy old man breaking through the air, and suddenly found that it turned out that the shopkeeper of Buzhuang Liang said that the ultimate in swordsmanship is that there is no sword in his hand and there is a sword in his heart It is a big mistake, no wonder Chen Ti refuted it at that time!

Today, Lu Rong saw believing, and finally saw that Chen Ti at this moment had no meaning to have or without a sword, because he himself was a sword!

No wonder the last time the sloppy old man held Tu Su, he had that strange feeling!

No wonder Chen Ti is so good every day, he has never seen to practice swords, why should he practice again if he is a sword?

Lu Rong couldn't help muttering in his mouth...... Ladder fool into sanctification! Only then did he understand that it was such a foolish saint, this saint was Chen Ti, and the ignorant person was himself!

The two have been getting along for nearly a month, and the sloppy old man in front of him has no grandmaster demeanor except for showing his skills on the dirt slope, and even makes Lu Rong feel like a hero is old, but this feeling is so good, and at this moment, his strength is fully displayed, like heaven and man descending to earth, Lu Rong really wants to slap the two of them and scold them for looking down on people!

At this moment, Chen Ti, the "saint" who made Lu Rong's heart full of excitement, stood proudly, looked sideways at the distance of the chasing soldiers behind him, and said coldly: "After three breaths, either get out or lose!" ”

The two swordsmen glanced at each other, but neither of them retreated! One of the swordsmen asked in a trembling voice that couldn't be hidden, "Who the hell are you!" ”

is worthy of being a person who practices swords, his heart is arrogant, and the sword is still in his hand, how can he say defeat?

Chen Ti didn't answer, and after three breaths, he sneered and said lightly: "Then defeat!" ”