Ge Xuan looked at the few people fighting in the field from afar, his fingers rubbed slightly, and his face changed slightly.

The two Laoshan brothers are worthy of being the most vicious people decades ago, and the experience of fighting is definitely richer than that of Yu Ji Zuoci Mao Zhao, these three cultivators, few people in the entire thirteen states of the Han Dynasty can compare, however, compared to the Laoshan brothers, who have been sharpened all the way from the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, it is still a bit far-fetched to gather the power of the three people.

Zuo Ci's face was a little ugly, and a short figure suddenly crossed over Ji and killed him.

Among the three, it is he Zuo Ci who is the least good at life and death struggle, Qiu Manyu's eyes are so vicious, when he fought with Yu Ji, he had already planned to pinch off the soft persimmon first, with two enemies and three, if he got rid of Zuo Ci who was cruising in the back, the Laoshan brothers would be much easier.

The gear in Qiu Manyu's hand, round as the size of a bicycle tire, and the edges are covered with teeth-like corners, which are enough to harvest the enemy and breathe, this kind of weapon that has not been mentioned in the weapon spectrum will definitely not be much worse than the mainstream of swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., and it can be used freely in Qiu Manyu's hands, without a trace of far-fetchedness.

Zuo Ci frowned, and his body quickly took more than a dozen steps backwards, leaving a clear mark on the ground.

Qiu Manyu's short body suddenly sped up like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the water on the ground and the raindrops falling from the sky burst out with a bang, which was extremely dazzling.

Seeing that Qiu Manyu was so rampant, Yu Ji snorted coldly, and the peachwood sword was thrown out like an arrow, shuttling towards Qiu Manyu's head.

Zuo Ci seemed to have a sense, and was no longer eager to get out of Qiu Manyu's offensive, and his body reversed. The dust was thrown out like rain.

Qiu Manyu's face was slightly gloomy. A chill came over the back of his head. If he ignores the peachwood sword and fights Zuo Ci first, no matter whether he can succeed in defeating Zuo Ci in one fell swoop, it will be a stupid thing to pick up a watermelon and drop the sesame seeds, fighting for his life, with the current situation, at least there is no need to go to the extent of going to which point, so his choice is also expected.

The gears cut off strands of silver. Qiu Manyu's short body suddenly became shorter, although the peachwood sword that rushed to his head was controlled by Yu Ji's qi, but it was not as sensitive as an animal, Qiu Manyu's body was on the ground, a sword missed, and the peachwood sword had lost the opportunity, and the dark red light flashed, and it returned to Yu Ji's hand with a bang.

Zuo Ci did not hesitate to shake the dust to counterattack Qiu Manyu, and the filaments were like spiders spinning silk, constantly swallowing. A white silk that was not weaker than a sword hit Qiu Manyu's chest.

Qiu Manyu's eyes were cold, and his gears were sharpened. In one fell swoop, he tore the silver thread attacked by Zuo Ci, jumped up, rolled up the water on the ground, and filled Zuo Ci.

"Come back to me."

Yu Ji's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and with a movement of his fingers, the peachwood sword struck again, extremely fast, and in an instant, the tip of the sword pointed to the back of Qiu Manyu.

To his surprise, this time Qiu Manyu did not dodge, holding the gear in one hand, and continued to attack Zuo Ci, the peachwood sword behind him, and the other hand clenched his fist and slammed into the peachwood sword.

Yu Ji's face changed slightly, and his body shook suddenly, as if he had been hit by a boulder.

The peach wood sword and his qi are blended, it can be said that they are inseparable from each other, and now they have been hit hard by Qiu Manyu's punch, and even Yu Ji has been affected a lot.

Fortunately, although Qiu Manyu's punch contained all the strength, the peachwood sword did not even have the ability to resist a punch, the blade was hit, and after a momentary bending, it immediately returned to its original appearance, and under the control of Yu Ji, who was shaking his senses, he slashed through a blood-red and attacked again.

"Get out."

Qiu Manyu's eyes were full of anger, he was obviously very tired of the peachwood sword, like that striking iron, his fist was pounding, Yu Ji, who controlled the peachwood sword through the air, had a solemn face, while controlling the peachwood sword to attack Qiu Manyu, his body suddenly swept over, although Zuo Ci's silver wire had been cut off, but he saw that he abandoned the dust, and his white palm was faint with the color of Xuanhuang, and he slapped several palms in a row, and the move had the momentum of killing people.

Qiu Manyu was not afraid, clenched his fist with one hand, clenched his gears with the other, opened his bow left and right, and with the strength of one person, he did not hesitate to face Zuo Ci and Yu Ji.

And the confrontation between Qiu Qianyu and Mao Zhao was all sword shadows shuttling in the sky, but the bodies of the two were far away and did not move.

Qiu Qianyu is in stark contrast to Gundam's Mao Zhao, one is dressed in blood-red like a ghost and a ghost pawn that comes out of Halloween, and the other is naked, wearing straw sandals under his feet, like a farmer in the field, his eyes are shining, looking directly at each other.

A sword connected to each other's lives above their heads was suspended, the sword body did not move at all, but there were wisps of sword shadows, constantly interlaced in the void, one bronze, one snow-white, the light and shadow were heavy, overlapping and staggering, and the ground had already cracked, spreading to the door of the nearby shop, and the silent battle was more tragic than the sound of any weapon clashing.

Mao Zhao is a kendo genius, something that no one dared to question decades ago.

Sixty-seven years ago, the sect master of that generation, that is, Mao Zhao's father, took advantage of the full moon to hold a grand draw for Mao Zhao, and it was that year that Mao Zhao had an indissoluble bond with the sword for the first time.

It was his first sword, but it was already a year of armor.

For sixty years, Mao Zhao's comprehension of the sword is by no means understandable to outsiders.

A can be the Maoshan Sect's mysterious ancient book Han Xuan Fu into the swordsmanship, in the past few decades of feeding the sword with the talisman and retreating in the Maoshan Holy Land, no one knows how high his swordsmanship has become.

The bronze sword did not move at all, and the white jade of Qiu Qianyu on the opposite side was already trembling a little.

As the name suggests, this sword is as white as jade, with a slender blade, more like a women's sword.

Compared with the slender blade, Qiu Qianyu's height of more than one meter is not even comparable to the height of Bai Yu, and he is short in stature but holds a long sword, which does look a little funny.

Funny is funny, but Mao Zhao never felt a trace of funny.

The bronze sword has not been unsheathed for decades, and the blade of the sword has long been covered with green rust like grass, suspended in the air, and the tip of the sword is aimed at Qiu Qianyu opposite Mao Zhao, compared with the trembling and trembling of the white jade, the bronze sword is as stable as Mount Tai as a stubborn stone.

"Go."

Qiu Qianyu gave an order, and Bai Yu snorted, tearing apart the heavy sword shadows in the void, and the afterimages left traces and stabbed at Mao Zhao.

I didn't see Mao Zhao's lips move slightly, and the bronze sword suddenly turned from static to meet today's old enemy.

Bronze against white jade, dazzling in mid-air at a height of two or three meters.

White light and blue light collide in an instant.

Qiu Qianyu's eyes were cold and cold, and he tightly held the sword scabbard of Bai Yu left and right, exuding a cold momentum like a sword.

"Chop hemp."

Mao Zhao whispered softly, the more green light in the air became, with Mao Zhao as the center, it quickly spread, and it was Qiu Manyu who was in the battle of life and death that Yu Ji Zuoci felt it.

With Mao Zhao's slash, the bronze sword fell instantly.

Qiu Qianyu frowned slightly, and the white jade also shone brightly, as if it had been hit with chicken blood, and it was instantly restless, and the blade trembled slightly, and it met it like lightning.

With a few crisp sounds, Mao Zhao and Qiu Qianyu took two steps back, each swallowing a mouthful of blood, and the two long swords stopped for a moment, and fought again.

"The Tide Line"

Mao Zhao's eyes flashed with the mysterious talisman, fleeting, this style integrated the swordsmanship he comprehended in the ebb and flow of the tide, not only fused his comprehension of the natural avenue, but also contained the freshness of the talisman, so as soon as this move came out, even Ge Xuan, who was not moving dozens of steps away, was discolored.

Qiu Qianyu only felt that there was a turbulent sea in front of him, and only a bronze sword flickering in the gap between the ebb and flow of the tide was left in his eyes.

Dozens of steps away, Qiu Manyu shook off Zuo Ci and Yu Ji's offensive, Huo Ran turned around and looked at the two figures facing each other.

is not an insider, there is no such painstaking and unforgettable experience at all, in the eyes of outsiders, there is no movement of the ebb and flow at all, only two figures, two swords suspended in the air and unsheathed.

Despite this, the extremely strong sword intent that spread like this still made the faces of both the enemy and us change slightly, especially Yu Ji, who was born in sword training, and his eyes were shining.

"Go"

This time, it was Mao Zhao who said this, his index finger and middle finger together into a sword, pointing at the short figure opposite. (To be continued......)