Zhou Ziqi looked at the sad night of the dead, and seemed to think of something in his heart, and then he pulled out his sword and said: "One of the three holy swords, cold, three feet long, with a chill all over the body, is cast by Kunlun Xuanbing, and it will not melt for ten thousand years. Speaking of which, these two swords still have some origins, and they seem to be from the same person, but the name of the cold is the best in the world. ”

  "One of the Three Holy Swords, the Wuque Broken Sword and one of the Three Holy Swords, Hongchen Xin, since it is a sword competition, then I will only use Han Jue to fight against you, and I have also seen how your Pure Yang Palace's swordsmanship defeated my master and her old man."

  Seeing this, Yu Rui in the distance sighed: "The Three Holy Swords are from the hands of three sword-casting masters, and they are also the dream of every swordsman, the reason why they can be called the Three Holy Swords may be that they have spirituality, as well as their respective particularities, but these three holy swords belong to one person, I am afraid that after this battle, her safety is also a problem." The little girl has a pure heart for the sake of the master, we can't see her hurt in vain and leave it alone, Liu San Zhuang Master, I hope that after the matter of Fengmingshan is resolved, you can help protect her secretly, at least let her see her master. ”

  Zhou Ziqi has just entered the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't know much about the sinister rivers and lakes, so rashly saying the Three Holy Swords is undoubtedly asking for trouble for himself, Yu Rui has already observed their desire for the Three Holy Swords from the eyes of more than one person, to say that he has a certain responsibility for Li Lingxia in the first place. Although Li Lingxia studied under Dongying, she did not do anything to hurt nature and reason, and in that battle back then, she could feel Li Lingxia's helplessness, so for Yu Rui, there was still a bit of guilt in her heart, as for letting Liu Jinghai protect Zhou Ziqi, it was another move for Yu Rui.

  In the field, the two swordsmen stood opposite each other, although the battle did not start, their eyes already represented everything, one was full of blood and anger, and the other was indifferent like a yellow spring, finally, Zhou Ziqi began to move, the cold rose, the winter solstice, and a chill came with the sword qi approaching the sorrowful sigh. The latter took a step forward and performed the Pure Yang Peerless Technique, and a sword array descended from the sky, but the two of them had already been included in it.

  The flying sword is full of potential, giving birth to Tai Chi, one of the most basic sword formations of pure yang swordsmanship, which can slow down the speed of the enemy, and in the face of the approaching sword qi, he sighed and drew his sword with a wave of his hand, and the black sword qi instantly resolved the crisis, from the black sword qi, there was a faint image of a yellow spring, perhaps this is the special feature of the night of the dead.

  A sword failed, Zhou Ziqi stepped on the life of Tai Chi and came, the cold sword intent made the sorrow and sigh moved, the sword moves are like a shadow, such as a phantom, like a charm, the move of the seven illusion swords, is seven virtual and one real, with elusive sword moves, and at the same time, it is difficult to guess between the virtual and the real.

  Zhou Ziqi stabbed with a sword, breaking the sad and sighing thoughts, and at the same time, the next sword move was formed at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, so fast that it was dazzling, and outside the sword move, the sorrowful sigh could still be faced calmly, the extremely sad sword path made him have a calmness that ordinary people could not reach, and the night of the dead was even more fearless of the cold, and the speed of the two sword moves had made many people see an illusory scene.

  The sword light is everywhere, and the sword light is even more piercing the void, the two of you come and go, in this Fengming Mountain Range, forming a special sword fight, because of the speed, many people can only see the black gas in the field, and the spark formed by the impact of the sword, although the cold is not made of metal, its hardness has far exceeded that of metal.

  On the ground where they had fought, the grass and trees had withered and died, and the remaining black qi was like a black flame, burning everything it touched, and such a high-speed battle lasted for a quarter of an hour, and in this quarter of an hour, the two of them were afraid that they had already wielded a thousand moves.

  After this high-speed impact, the two faced each other again, but they were already a little damaged, but looking at their appearance, there should be no big problem, Zhou Ziqi at this moment, although she did not win the other party, she was very happy.

  "To be honest, you are the first opponent who can let me go since I came out of the mountain, those people in the past can't stop my fast sword at all, you are very good, I hope that next, you can block my Three Holy Sword Technique, and I also hope that you can block my cold."

  Sadness Mo sighed and didn't speak, still keeping his calm, although he was a little injured, but I have to say that the extremely sad sword path made him calm and terrible, no matter who the opponent was, he couldn't shake the heart of such a swordsman. Suddenly, Zhou Ziqi attacked again, and the cold air came to his face, and in an instant, countless chilling ice picks condensed around him, like an ice sword sweeping in the sky.

  Sorrow Mo sighed back a few steps, only to see that he was holding the night of the dead in his hand, waving a special sword dance, and almost all the surrounding aura was gathered on the night of the dead, all around, Huang Quan was in a mess, and the black energy condensed into a sword with the sword dance of Sorrow and Sigh, which was about to cut everything off.

  "The edge is incomparable, ten thousand swords are coming!" Just listening to the words of the sad sigh, all the aura around him instantly converged, and the black swords were like dragons swimming in the world, and the word "go" was the word "go", but it guided their direction, the aura converged, and ten thousand swords returned to the sect, this style can show the endless possibilities of the sword intent.

  The Three Holy Sword Technique challenges the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and the competition of this move can almost lay the advantages and disadvantages, and as soon as this move comes out, the heads of the various sects are in the forefront, because it is obvious that the range of the two sword attacks is too large and difficult to control. As the cold ice shattered, the black mang retreated, and the two also began to fight hard in close quarters, the fast sword was like a tide, but it was not as elusive as the beginning, but in the cold ice and black mang, this danger was a little more.

  Around Zhou Ziqi and Sorrow Mosi, an explosion sounded from time to time, and the powerful aura spread made it difficult for them to support it, because what they had to face was not only the opponent's sword attack, but also their own swordsmanship damage. During the fight between the two, they suddenly sighed sadly and said.

  "Why bother? If you really don't care about life and death, how can you be worthy of Li Lingxia? Sadness can feel that Zhou Ziqi has done everything in order to defeat himself, even his own safety, and now he has no other means to deal with Zhou Ziqi.

  As it darkened in front of him, the mournful body suddenly fell vertically from mid-air and fell heavily on the ground, and when the black mang and cold ice dissipated, Zhou Ziqi stood in place with the support of his sword, gasping for breath, and said softly: "I won!" I won, Master, don't worry, the apprentice will pick you up soon. ”

  As he spoke, he also fell to the ground, and the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect took Zhou Ziqi down to heal his injuries, and Yu Rui also brought back the sorrowful sigh, looking at the unconscious sorrowful sigh, Yu Rui shook his head, but at the same time, he was also very relieved, at least his apprentice had never let himself down.