Yuan Shang's eyes froze, this sword is not simple.

Those two pictures are obviously the reflection of the sword intent of the two swords, the so-called people have aura and sword intent, generally speaking, how to brew sword intent in a sword is really not an easy task.

Without extraordinary comprehension, some people hold their swords to death every day, and it is difficult to outline a clear sword intent on a sword.

The generation of sword intent has a lot of accidents, so in the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, it is already the ultimate to be able to produce ten people in every Jiazi year, and in the current era, as far as Yuan Shangzhi is concerned, there will be no more than five people.

These people, without exception, are all gifted people, born with an extra scabbard in their hearts, and their comprehension of the sword is not comparable to ordinary people who advertise first-class swordsmen.

Pang Tong beside Yuan Shang is a master of using a sword, a person who can shake the sword out of ninety-nine sword flowers, and in today's Jiazi world, at least there are few people who can compare.

Because of this, everyone looked forward to the two swords that bombarded the field more and more.

The two top swordsmen in Shangjiazi, this kind of matchup, not only Yuan Shang Pangtong is very interested, but all the people who are watching from the wall are also looking forward to it.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

Everyone only saw a trace of vague color pouring out, and the ears were full of muffled thunder, which sounded over and over again, and the blood-red white jade and the blue-purple bronze sword bombarded the air eight times, and the muffled thunder dispersed from everyone's ears.

Yuan Shangye Guzi and the others stared intently at the thick smoke, their pupils shrank, and the two figures stood up with their swords. The blood-red robe of the short Qiu Qianyu was shattered. Showing a short but strong chest.

Mao Zhao on the opposite side is relatively better. In addition to the abdomen is still bleeding, there are four or five more bleeding wounds on the front chest and back, and everyone watching the battle not far away is a top master, and the eyesight is naturally needless to say.

"Qiu Qianyu is useless." In the corners of several watching the battle, a man who couldn't see his face clearly shook his head and said.

Qiu Qianyu has indeed been abolished, and the muscles and bones of the right hand holding the sword are all broken, leaving only the left hand holding the sword to maintain this posture of not falling.

The blood-red color faded. Like a deflated ball, it opened the door, and the qi that had accumulated for decades dissipated overnight without a trace.

The white jade once again became as white as jade, except that the tip of the sword was still a little reddish, this kind of white jade looked more like a woman's sword for a lifetime.

Qiu Qianyu's vision was already blurred, and he skimmed over Mao Zhao and looked at another short figure who was fighting fiercely.

"Second brother."

Qiu Manyu seemed to be aware of this, and let out a cry of grief. Suddenly shook away from Yuji, far away. saw the figure of the sword slowly fall to the ground.

Qiu Manyu's body was just about to sweep up, Yu Ji snorted coldly, and the peachwood sword in his hand disappeared in his hand like magic, and in the next second, it was already suspended on top of Qiu Manyu, and the tip of the sword was pointed down, stabbing down suddenly.

At present, Qiu Manyu is in a state of confusion because of Qiu Qianyu, for Ji, it is definitely a good thing, he should make a move, this generation has lived a Jiazi, and this truth has already been used by them.

With this sword, Yu Ji was infused with at least nine layers of strength.

The air machine was pulled, and the air burst with a bang, forcing Qiu Manyu to the back of his heart.

"Fuck off."

Qiu Manyu's face was hideous, his eyes were sad, Qiu Qianyu didn't know whether he was alive or dead, how could he be in the mood to entangle with Yu Ji.

A punch shook the peachwood sword away, Qiu Manyu's fist was stained with blood, and his short body swept towards Mao Zhao with that huge force.

Yu Ji grabbed the peachwood sword that was bounced back with one hand, and looked at Qiu Manyu who flew away like an arrow off the string, his face changed drastically, his robe rolled, and he swept it up without hesitation.

Suffering a heavy blow, Zuo Ci, who was pranayama, also changed slightly.

And Ge Xuan, who had been watching the battle, also had a drastic change in his face, and his body swept up without hesitation.

He was in the best state in the whole game, and this outbreak was definitely faster than Yu Ji.

It's just that the Qiu Manchu who has fallen into madness is faster.

A person who is in a desperate situation, except that he chooses to give up, otherwise how terrible the potential that bursts out will be, no one can tell.

The Laoshan brothers depend on each other for a single child, and the relatives of the two brothers have already died cleanly, and it is a miracle that the two brothers can grow to this point, except for God's mercy, it seems that there is no other reason.

No background, no friends.

From childhood to adulthood, because of external problems, the two brothers were not only often ridiculed, but even bullied for begging.

Brothers, two people eat one bite of rice, this kind of feeling, people who have not experienced it will not understand.

Qiu Manyu didn't think that there would be such a day, the brothers fought all their lives, and the reason why they didn't even leave a single kind was because they didn't dare, for fear of one day dying in a silent battle, and the children left behind were the same as their brothers' childhood, they had been wandering outside, and they had suffered that kind of hardship, and they didn't want their descendants to go through the road they had walked again.

They are a pair of murderous demons, yes, but they are not emotionless people, as the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, for so many years, the two brothers have stayed together, and they have seen too much human affection, killing their teachers in vain, killing their daughters, taking their wives, harming friends, all kinds of lives, but they all exist in reality.

Because of this, the Laoshan brothers cherish the feelings brought from the mother's womb even more, Qiu Qianyu's fall, for Qiu Manyu, is tantamount to a major blow, said that the good brother who goes first, as a brother, he has always thought that in this life will go first in front of his younger brother, sometimes in the dead of night, think about leaving his younger brother alone, and kill the cold-hearted Qiu Manyu for a lifetime are a little unbearable.

People can be ruthless, looking at Qiu Qianyu's fallen figure, Qiu Manyu is almost crazy.

His eyes were only Mao Zhao, Qiu Qianyu fell under his sword, Qiu Manyu, who was a mixture of anger and sorrow, how could he let Mao Zhao go.

"Mao Zhao, be careful" Ge Xuan shouted, rolled up his sleeves, and an awe-inspiring aura slammed towards Qiu Manyu.

Qiu Manyu was unmoved, his speed was pushed to the limit, and a flash of red flashed between him, and his short body was already less than five steps away from Mao Zhao.

"Die."

Qiu Manyu's eyes were cold, his beard erupted, and the gears were thrown fiercely at Mao Zhao's back, and his short body was more like a bomb, following closely.

Qiu Manyu held the determination to kill Mao Zhao, the monstrous killing machine condensed, and the figure was not hidden, while holding the determination to kill Mao Zhao, Qiu Manyu had also put life and death aside.

Mao Zhao was weak, he was lucky to defeat Qiu Qianyu's sword, his state was not much better than Qiu Qianyu's at all, Qiu Qianyu broke an arm, the wound on his abdomen could be seen through to the back, the injury he suffered was not lighter than Qiu Qianyu lying down, at this time, I am afraid that any little woman who has no power to restrain a chicken can easily overthrow him to the ground.

Ge Xuan's shout shocked Mao Zhao, whose thoughts were already a little blurred, and before he could react, a cold evil wind had already hit him.

The bronze sword was in Mao Zhao's hand, the light was dim, the blue and purple light that had once shined completely disappeared, and the crack of the blade filled the entire sword body.

It's just that it's still a little slow.

Qiu Manyu's speed is too fast, and the potential that a person, regardless of all his strength, will burst out is definitely not something that ordinary people can guess.

Not to mention Mao Zhao's current state, even at the peak moment, in the face of Qiu Manyu's crazy attack regardless of life and death, I am afraid that he has to avoid his edge, but on the contrary, at this time, his state is so bad that he doesn't even have the ability to fight back in time.

Qiu Manyu's face showed a hideous color, and the last one fell to the ground, and his short body bounced up fiercely.

And the gears were already one step ahead of him.

At the moment of life and death crisis, Mao Zhao bit his tongue suddenly, and his tongue was bleeding and painful, and his already somewhat chaotic brain suddenly cleared up a little.

At this turn, his eyes suddenly cracked, and his eyes went dark, and a round black shadow accompanied by an even more awe-inspiring aura slammed towards him.

"Boom~"

Mao Zhao's body shook suddenly, the bronze sword couldn't be grasped, and he was shocked and flew out.

Mao Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood, his body and the bronze sword flew upside down, six or seven meters away, smashed to the ground, the rain on the ground splashed, Qiu Manyu carried the breath of hatred, and swept up again without hesitation.

And Mao Zhao didn't know whether he was alive or dead, lying on the ground, and in an instant the blood stained the rain, looking from afar, like a withered and blooming red rose. (To be continued......)