Qiu Qianyu's face was extremely heavy, and he could even be called vigilant.

The speed of that sword was not very fast, and for someone of his skill, he could dodge it in a matter of minutes, but he didn't see the slightest movement of his body.

The bronze sword seems to be unpleasant, but it is actually too fast.

The tide rises and falls, a rare crevice, there is a sword, except for the sword, if you don't want to be submerged by the sea, there is no other way but to hurry, hurry up.

This is a sword that Mao Zhao has sharpened after five years of painstaking meditation in a seaside fishing village.

The eyesight and the speed of the sword are the only swords that can be realized in the ebb and flow of the day after day.

Taoism is natural, the Taoist family pursues the unity of heaven and man, Mao Zhao studied Taoist classics in Maoshan since he was a child, and admired many deeds of Taoist sages, but at the same time he integrated the Zen that has not blossomed everywhere in the Central Plains.

This sword was swung out, not looking at the result or the process, Mao Zhao had already closed his eyes alone.

In his mind, his thoughts have been reversed to forty years ago, when he was in the prime of life, carrying a green sword in a Taoist robe, twisting a withered willow in his hand, and sitting on the shore for five years.

Hungry to eat shrimp, tired and sleep, regardless of the cold and heat, until the comprehension of the sword, then left and left.

It is precisely because of this that Mao Zhao is very confident in the tide line.

Five years to sharpen a sword, and some people spend a lifetime casting a sword.

Although this sword is not Mao Zhao's pinnacle sword, it is one of Mao Zhao's most confident swords.

The shadow of the sword shrank, and the green mangs left a line, flashing like a neon light.

One was in Maozhao, and the other was shuttling towards Qiu Qianyu.

I'm on this side and you're on the other side. The green mangs finally spread out completely.

The green tendons on Qiu Qianyu's arm were like earthworms wriggling, and Bai Yu didn't know when it fell into his hands.

More than half a meter higher than Qiu Qianyu, this unusually slender sword as white as jade suddenly touched the green line.

The blue and white light intertwined, biting like a snake.

The sword shadow flashed, and in an instant, Qiu Qianyu's figure was revealed.

The clothes and shoes were as usual, and the blood red was a little eye-catching.

On that rather delicate face, there was no trace of change. Still cold as iron.

Qiu Qianyu held the white jade tightly, and in a holding gesture, the green mang bounced up and returned to position on the top of Mao Zhao's head, and the green mang lingered in the sword body. Quiet and verdant, full of life.

"If forty or fifty years ago Taoism had a figure like you. My two brothers can't kill so much. Qiu Qianyu's face was the same as before. Looking at Mao Zhao opposite, he said after a moment of silence.

Mao Zhao's face was solemn, the bronze sword was full of green light, but in fact, the blade of the sword had been shattered with a few cracks, and it might not be visible from a distance, as a person who was connected to the life of the bronze sword. Mao Zhao was already traumatized in the first time, and a sweetness in his throat came to his mind, but he swallowed it deeply.

"The tide line is not so easy to pick up." Mao Zhao's eyes flashed. Looking at Qiu Qianyu, whose face was as usual, he said indifferently.

Qiu Qianyu glanced at Mao Zhao deeply, and if a mouthful of blood flowed out, his eyes suddenly became much colder.

"My two brothers will take revenge the most, and this sword revenge will be returned to you immediately."

When the words fell, the white jade suddenly shot straight up from Qiu Qianyu's hand, the white halo was filled, and the raindrops fell, looking at it from afar, like a scene of dry ice lingering, extremely dreamy.

"This sword, coiling roar."

Qiu Qianyu's index finger suddenly cracked a gap, and a few drops of blood shuttled out like a spiritual object, dotting on the hilt of the white jade, and the blood entered the hilt of the sword, instantly dissolving and dissipating at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The blood beads melted into the hilt of the sword, like the oil poured into the oil pot, and the instant boiling produced a violent effect.

At this moment, Bai Yu's sword body suddenly turned red and clear, although there was no blood dripping, but it exuded a bloody smell that made Mao Zhao's brows frown.

"Raising a sword?" Mao Zhao told the origin of Qiu Qianyu's move at a glance.

What answered him was the blood-red and transparent white jade, which was no longer as white as jade, but was filled with an indescribable evil aura, and the smell of blood made Mao Zhao's brows tighten suddenly.

"No wonder you can escape from the hands of wild solitary sons." Mao Zhao muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to slack off.

Sword raising is similar to the method of raising a sword mentioned above, it is all to fuse a trace of qi with blood and qi to achieve the side door left way to spy on the realm of the sword immortal, although it is the side door left way, but it is also very powerful, and it is enough to get a glimpse of the sword fairy's fur through this.

Mao Zhao knew that the sword was powerful, how could he dare to have a trace of slackness.

The thick smell of blood came to his face, and the bronze sword hanging above Mao Zhao's head suddenly shook, stabbed down on the hilt of the sword.

With a soft sound, the green color of the bronze sword was ignited by the crimson sword, and it dissipated a lot in an instant, under Mao Zhao's gaze, the green mang was gradually corroded, and after a few breaths, the haunting sword body of the green mang was completely exposed, and the white jade sword with the crimson and thicker pointed at the hilt of the bronze sword, as if a snake was hit by seven inches, and the bronze sword kept shaking.

"Up."

Mao Zhao drank softly, the light of the talisman in his eyes flashed again, with the talisman sword, the consumption of him was not small, the bronze sword was like a divine help, instantly broke free from the suppression of the white jade, the green mang rose again, Mao Zhao's forehead had begun to seep water droplets, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

"Want to hide?" Qiu Qianyu sneered

"It's not that easy."

Bai Yu hummed and bloomed with an unusually strong blood-red light, first a dozen, then dozens of them, and a full eighty-one sword shadows appeared in the void.

Mao Zhao's pupils shrank, his dark eyes were full of blood-red sword shadows, and a little crimson began to fill his eyes.

"Sea of Blood."

Qiu Qianyu snorted coldly, but his short body was extremely magnificent, his eyes were red, and with that blood-red outfit, at a glance, it gave people an unusually depressed and uncomfortable character.

The sea of blood, indeed the sea of blood.

The eighty-one sword shadows blooming from the white jade sword overlapped, or staggered, or stared at and did not move, Qiu Qianyu's heavenly spirit cover kept emitting wisps of blood-colored light, converging towards the sky overhead, the blood red was as thick as the thick blood that could not be dissolved, and the more the blood red became in every breath, the more the bloody smell spread, and even the raindrops that fell contained a bloody smell, which was disgusting.

"This is the blood qi refined with 20,000 lives, I hope it can satisfy you."

At this moment, Qiu Qianyu's black and gray hair was flying all over the sky, the blood-red brocade robe was whistling, and his eyes were red, with the blood-red on the top of his head, it was like a bloodthirsty Shura who crawled out of hell, and the monstrous smell of blood was outrageous.

Mao Zhao's face was solemn, and he felt a strong crisis for the first time.

The bronze sword hummed and trembled like a great enemy, and the blade filled with green light, and the slightest crack spread out again.

"Demon."

Mao Zhao's eyes and the sword shadow transformed, took a step forward, and suddenly shouted angrily, the bronze sword vibrate, the green mang became more and more rich, Mao Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood, sprinkled on the bronze sword, and blended into the slightest crack, the bronze sword shined, and the green mang was dazzling.

is also a sword sprinkled with blood, but Mao Zhao chose not the same method.

Qiu Qianyu sacrificed the sword with blood, while Mao Zhao drove the sword with blood, and there was essentially a difference between heaven and earth.

Although Mao Zhao's blood-driven sword did not have an exaggerated effect like Qiu Qianyu's blood-sacrificing sword, it also pushed the power of the bronze sword to the extreme.

Qiu Qianyu was facing a sea of blood, a blood-red ninety-nine-eighty-one blood-red sword shadow, while Mao Zhao only had one sword, a bronze sword that exuded majestic vitality.

The bloody death gas and the majestic vitality, two completely different breaths collided violently.

Qiu Qianyu's eyes flashed blood-red.

The sea of blood and eighty-one blood-red sword shadows above his head shuttled towards Mao Zhao at a thunderous speed.

"If you can stop it, I'll put away my sword and leave." Qiu Qianyu looked at Mao Zhao, whose face suddenly changed, and said in a cold tone.

Mao Zhao's eyes flashed, and he slapped his chest suddenly, and then highlighted a mouthful of blood mist, and the bronze sword shook, and the green light suddenly receded, transforming into a wisp of purple light.

Mysterious purple, the bronze sword suddenly swept away the gentle aura and became irritable.

Mao Zhao's forehead flickered, but his face was a little pale, obviously, in order to force out a stronger sword qi, he also gave up.

Blood red and dark purple collided suddenly, the raindrops were shattered, and the two figures flew upside down as if they had been hit by a car, and they stopped more than ten meters away. (To be continued......)