At the top of Taihua Mountain, Xu Mingyuan slowly drew his sword, and then stabbed out with a sword, and in an instant, he had already crossed a distance of half a zhang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But Qingshuang was blocked, because the one-armed man in gray also drew his sword.

The four-foot-long sword, which stood on the ground in front of him, suddenly unsheathed, blocking Qingshuang.

It was a strange sword, three and a half feet in its scabbard, but only two feet in its body.

This is a broken sword, no different from the thousands of broken swords on the sword cliff, but because it is now in the hands of the man in gray, it has become a sword.

The gray-clothed man with a broken arm held a broken sword in his hand and blocked Xu Mingyuan's sword.

However, Xu Mingyuan knows a lot of swordsmanship, so after that sword was stopped, the second sword was already stabbed, and the sword light flashed, as if there was a long rainbow running through the sun, and this sword was called Changhong.

The man in gray chuckled lightly, turned his sword in his hand, and did not retreat, but greeted him with his sword. The one-and-a-half-foot sword qi seemed to have completed the originally mutilated sword blade, and did not drag out a longer and more exaggerated sword qi.

The two swords touched each other, making a soft sound, and the two separated in an instant, not stalemate, and the next moment, they collided together.

In those years, Xu Mingyuan traveled the world with his master and learned a lot of sword moves from many old men.

After stepping into the first product, his vision soared, and he realized that what Master Zeng said was true, and the rivers and lakes that the master took him away were indeed very high, starting with the second product.

Therefore, if you want to talk about who in the world has learned the most sword moves above the second grade, there should be no one who can compare with him.

However, although there is a lot to learn, it is too miscellaneous, unlike the kung fu of the sect is a complete set of swordsmanship, all the swordsmanship is mixed together, and it is indeed good luck to be able to enter a product so quickly.

The swordsmanship is too miscellaneous, and the connection of the shots is not smooth enough, although what Xu Mingyuan has been doing in those years of sword practice is to combine these messy sword moves into a set of slightly smoother swordsmanship.

However, a real master's move, a momentary stagnation can lead to failure, and the result may be death.

This one-armed gray-clothed man is very strong, much stronger than the two old men who went to the martial arts conference at the beginning, and can be called a master in the realm of Yipin.

The sword moves alone are no longer suitable for the battle of the Yipin realm, and the embarrassing situation of the unstable realm caused by successive breakthroughs is also gradually manifested in the battle between the two.

A Purple Cloud Flying Immortal stabbed out, but Xu Mingyuan was shocked by the majestic sword qi on the gray-clothed man's sword, and fell directly out of the flat top of the mountain, falling towards the bottom of the cliff.

Zeng Qingyi, who had been standing on the mountain road and had not made a move, looked at the gray-clothed man with a slightly cold face, but there was not much worry on his face.

Xu Mingyuan, who was smashed out by a sword, did not fall off the cliff and died like an ordinary person, he fell down about a zhang, the Qingshuang long sword in his hand pierced into the mountain rocks, and then slid down about half a zhang before he stepped on a rusty broken sword and stood still.

Holding the Qingshuang long sword that was two feet into the mountain stone in one hand, and stepping on a crumbling broken sword under his feet, Xu Mingyuan's chest rose and fell slightly, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, looking up at the gray-clothed man on the top of the mountain, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Since this sword move is not good, then you have to find a sword sharpener, there are fewer first-class masters in this world, and there are even fewer first-class grandmasters who have reached the peak of the sword path.

With a slight force in his right hand and a step on his feet, Xu Mingyuan flew upwards again, fell back to the top of the mountain, and stabbed at the gray-clothed man with a sword again.

The sword light flashed, and it instantly enveloped the gray-clothed man, and this sword rained pear blossoms.

The gray-clothed man swung his sword and slashed, and a gray light instantly annihilated the sword light in front of him, and the gray-clothed man, who had been just standing in place, suddenly stepped out and appeared in front of Xu Mingyuan in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was also directly stabbed into his chest.

Xu Mingyuan was shocked, because the man in gray was too fast, and the speed of that moment even gave him the illusion of teleportation.

However, Xu Mingyuan was not slow, he kicked the ground with his right foot, and while retreating sharply, the long sword in his hand drew a circle in front of him, turning into a Tai Chi and blocking in front of him.

The broken sword pierced into the condensed Tai Chi, and the central area obviously collapsed in, as if there was a huge force, pushing Xu Mingyuan outward.

Zeng Qingyi, who was standing on the mountain road, watched this scene, and his index finger lightly tapped on the red snow scabbard in his hand, as if he was considering whether to make a move.

Xu Mingyuan's face was a little solemn, but he didn't have the slightest panic, he withdrew in one step, he had already walked out of the stone platform, and then he was carried out by the gray-clothed man, and his feet were already hanging in the air, but he did not fall down the mountain.

These days with Zeng Qingyi day and night, Xu Mingyuan naturally learned some kung fu to resist the wind, although he is not proficient, but the current situation does not have time for him to slowly become proficient before using it.

Reluctantly let himself not fall, Xu Mingyuan looked at the Tai Chi that had been deformed, and the indifferent expression of the man in gray, and he didn't know what he suddenly thought, so he directly withdrew Tai Chi, and then faced the broken sword with a sword.

The broken sword was lightless, and even the one-and-a-half-foot sword qi had disappeared, and at this time, there was no sword qi overflowing on Xu Mingyuan's Qingshuang long sword, just like an ordinary sword.

Bite!

There was a crisp sound, no halo, no overflowing sword qi, but it was deafening.

Tens of thousands of swords on the sword cliff seemed to have suddenly woken up, and there was a resonant sound.

The road is simple, and so are the sword moves.

In the realm of a product, the competition is no longer the amount of internal force, no longer the strength of the body, but the Tao, the perception of heaven and earth.

In the past ten years, Xu Mingyuan has been chasing the number and skill of sword moves, but he never thought that all the sword moves in this world are not the same root and origin.

The sound of the sword roared, and it was deafening.

The man in gray raised his sword and stabbed again, Xu Mingyuan retreated again and again, and every sword could be blocked.

Xu Mingyuan's clothes were torn out of tears, and blood flowed out of those tears, staining his clothes red. But his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

After going around Taihua Mountain, Xu Mingyuan fell to the top of the mountain again, his momentum suddenly subsided, and the whole person seemed to have sublimated, but he also seemed to have become an ordinary person.

The gray-clothed man stood suspended in the air, the broken sword pointed at the sky, and a thunderbolt slashed down, not splitting the gray-clothed man into flying ashes, but rendering the entire broken sword into bright silver, and even with electric light.

"If you do not respect heaven, then please ask heaven to punish you to die." The gray-clothed man opened his mouth blankly, and thousands of swords on the sword cliff let out a mournful roar at the same time.

The figure of the gray-clothed man moved, and he disappeared in place, and the next moment appeared in front of Xu Mingyuan.

However, the silver glittering broken sword in his hand failed to pierce Xu Mingyuan's chest, nor did it represent heavenly punishment, because a cyan long sword had already pierced into his heart first, and came out through his back.

"You can't represent the sky, not to mention that the sky has been killed by Li Taibai." Xu Mingyuan whispered in the ear of the gray-clothed man, and then slowly pulled out the green frost. (To be continued.) )