Yan Mountain.

When the four words formed by the sword on the outer cliff fell in unison, it represented the depths of the mountain, and the sword intent with two completely different attributes was violently colliding!

The scorching sun of doom stepped on the blood left by the five swordsmen, and the green tip of the sword slashed across the surface of the corpse's skin, and the stinking blood mixed with the red in the wind, like a scorching fire, burned towards the opposite side!

At this time, although Shower was not in a good mood, he still had a little patience to deal with the sudden attacker on the other side, and deduced the origin of this person from the weapon he was holding.

After all, it had been a long time since he left Yanshan, and the accident back then had only been heard.

"Isn't it good to be alive......"

The Yin Evil Rain Sword is not a rain of blood, but a rain of swords, a rain of smoke that is erratic and pervasive!

At this moment, the calm and crazy sword intent came from the body of the shower, and the "raindrops" that melted into the wind came into contact with the fire-like sword intent.

The emerald green sword body outlined by the gold edge of the poison sword meets the sword body of a pale green love taken from the body of the giant beast at the foot of the mountain, one is the indomitable fire condensed by hundreds of years, and the other is the thirst for beast blood for hundreds of years!

The scorching sun of doom did not recede, even if he just saw it, he could know the depth of this person who had been chosen by the magic sword.

It's better to say that at this moment, the jealousy in his heart is more poisonous than the flame in front of him!

But perhaps when the five fingers are not brought together by a shower, the "poison" that spreads with the smoke is more poisonous.

As he said, "Isn't it good to live", why do you want to provoke him at this moment? Looking back, the past is no longer an obstacle today, as the saying goes, you can kill without a knife...... But you don't need a sword!

Shower Yusheng didn't have much killing intent.

The scorching sun of the end has really started to kill!

The long sword of love in the fallen city attracted fire, just like the scorching sun of the end, and in an instant, the red-haired and blood-stained swordsman moved with the shadow, and the sword did not arrive, and the fire came.

The poison does not move, suspended a foot in front of the owner, secretly spreads a poisonous net, and waits for the rabbit.

The fiery sword, full of desire and desire, will step into the poisonous web with the master's footsteps. At this moment, the scorching sun of the end suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be a trace of cunning in the wolf-like eyes.

At this moment, the sword had a violent movement, and the poison swept out, and when they met for the first time, the intertwined rain and fire sword intent had changed instantly! The sonorous sound of a hundred times is like a thousand sharp blades hidden in the wind and rain, in a narrow space within a zhang, setting off a wave of turbulent air.

As a result, the remaining half of the cave exploded entirely!

"The Iron Clan is going to die!"

Beyond one side, Shower Rain's eyes did not move.

The silver droplets in front of him have been subdivided into mist, and at the moment of the scorching sun of doom, the sword of flame is like going deep into the mire, and the sword body of the love of the fallen city, which is one foot in front of him, has instantly floated mist, and it is corroded by time in an instant.

"It turns out that it's poison!"

Outside the fog, the doomsday sun said: "It's not bad...... However, there is only one winner, and it will be ...... You? ”

Your trap has been discovered.

That's terrible!

With a scream, the poison domain was put away with the master's mind, and the five fingers of the shower suddenly stretched out, and the purest and most extreme sword intent completely burst out at this moment.

In fact, this was only the second time that the two of them met each other, and after a few breaths, the surrounding cliffs were still collapsing outward, and the broken sword on the mountain peaks outside had just fallen into the deep cliff......

The silver mist turned into cold and bone-chilling rain, and the poison happily let out a sword roar because of the malice in the master's heart, with the lightest sword, the lightest and thinner extreme sword intent, and after the smoke and rain, it was even more cold - this was the silver water droplets condensed into ice, and the ice mist was suddenly catalyzed by the magic sword, and it actually had a tendency to freeze the flames.

Fire and ice are not compatible.

So what is it that the scorching sun can't think of, or is it that the demagogic power of this not too controlled magic sword is too terrifying?

The distraction of the shower was like a provocation.

"In the face of the apocalypse, you must be ready to deliver your life!"

The Doomsday Sun has been enraged, and finally it has taken a trick.

“…… That's a lot of talk! "The silver sword rain pierced through the stone wall, shattered the stone wall, and the upper half of the mountain peak was full of holes, and the supporting stone frame was annihilated into dust.

The sand and stones fell suddenly, but they were strangely stacked neatly under the confrontation between the two to form a dividing line, with red and scorched stone faces on one side and stars condensed by silver water on the other.

"Doomsday Punishment!" The huge flame flow soared into the sky, and it was at this time that the two people who were fighting realized that the sky was dawning at some point. It wasn't dawn, but half of the mountain peaks fell with a bang, revealing the blue sky.

The scorching sun is extremely unfavorable to the smoke and rain, and the shower is moving.

The scorching sun of doom flashes at this time! At this moment, his body turned into the wind, and the person walked with the sword, and the arrogant killing intent was even stronger than before, the speed of the footsteps, the madness of the sword intent, and the attitude of not wanting to die, it was the most seen in the life of the shower!

"Five Yang Liaoyuan——"

The second type followed, and the blazing sun rose from the other end of the horizon, and under the blazing sun, there was no grass! Five rounds of scorching sun orbited around the body of the shower, and the remaining body protection poison was steamed, and the poison was sharp, the sword blade converged, and the smoke and rain sword intent was trapped in the trough.

In just three breaths, the scorching sun of doom has the upper hand! He had already taken a step closer to Shower Rain, and his long blood-red hair was completely blown back by the wind, revealing his whole blood-stained and cold face!

The summit of the Yan Mountain, the collapse of half of the mountain, raised a huge cloud of smoke in the sun.

The toxin-containing smoke spread in all directions, almost destroying half of the Yanshan Mountain's life.

It wasn't until this moment that this area was really dying under the confrontation between two strong men, intentionally or unintentionally. The magma in the depths of the leylines is cooling and condensing, because the toxin has seeped into the formation, and the life in the dark is no longer alive - this is the revenge of the poisonous sword's body being roasted and tormented by the fire of hundreds of years, and it is the last revenge that the hatred has vented on the first half of his life.

All these changes are running in the shadows, and they are the little tricks of the forgers of the sword of poison. In his eyes, he only had the apocalyptic sun of the existence of the magic sword creation, and he didn't notice it at all.

At this moment, Shower Yusheng finally completely controlled the poison, stared slightly, and sighed. But he also didn't notice the little trick of the doomsday sun.

It was originally a sword with self-awareness, but had the magic sword sensed the part of the demonic energy that had left the body and was being contained in the body by the intruder on the other side? When the distance was close to each other, the poison suddenly warned, and the magic sword frost was attracted by the demonic energy, and it devoured the sword wielder himself!

In the final analysis, the five sword masters of the Iron Clan did not really devote themselves to the sword furnace to sacrifice their swords.

This is a variable that can control the situation of the battle!

With the sword intent to judge success or failure, the doomsday sun is at a disadvantage. But he's changed the terrain with his own hands, and has the bonus of the scorching sun above his head.

"You're in danger—"

Bite.

The poison once again struck with the love of the fallen city, the love of the fallen city was bathed in the light of the scorching sun, and for the first time, the sword intent of the smoke and rain was completely suppressed, almost hurting the body of the shower, and the scorching heat brought by the scorching sun burned the prairie coexisted with the frost of his left hand, and at the same time invaded the meridian viscera, which trapped the internal breath and the body.

The Sword of the Sun, the blazing flames, everything is catalyzed into a sword intent that can shatter everything under the strongest move of the Doomsday Sun! At this moment, the stone wall behind Shower was also turned into powder at the same time, and the person was forced backwards, and in an instant, he was out of the cliff......

"Die--" Doomsday's voice suddenly changed, becoming more insane, wanton, and killing! The sword rose horizontally, and the poison hurriedly raised the protector, I rely on it, the boat capsized in the gutter!

"So you're ...... this style"

The poisonous mist rose again, and was suppressed by the Wuyang Liaoyuan, and the distance between the two became extremely close, and at this time, the Doomsday Sun suddenly felt a chill on his cheeks, and a drop of blood from the other party passed through the flames and gently kissed his skin.

"You've hurt me."

Shower Yusheng's voice was still calm, "I've already said it, isn't it good to live?" ”

At the moment when the poison was completely controlled, the sword and the person had already established a connection...... When the veins of Yanshan were completely destroyed and the luck was suppressed to the lowest point, the past physique that had been suppressed by recasting martial bones gradually returned with the integration of the past - the Heaven Casting Hand Storm was born, a single-edged sword who hated it, and it was also a son of voodoo from the Western Desert Witch Cult in the distant past.

His existence may be more vicious than the sword in his hand.

The pale gold body of the poison sword, intertwined with magnificent emerald green veins, was almost transparent, revealing itself from the wind, staining the sinful filth of its master's flesh and blood, adding black shadows to the edge of the light gold.

…… After all, it is to collect smoke and rain, and there is no need to use smoke and rain again.

The faint beads of blood that pierced through the scorching sun seemed to turn into sharp blades, cutting the skin, and the pain instantly entered the heart, causing the soul to let out a scream! "Die. Die! Death-" The scorching sun of Doom, which had been painful to the heart in an instant, completely turned into madness, and did not stop because of this, and in an instant it brushed against the poisonous sword, and then twisted, and with one hand it had grasped the body of the creation sword that was wrapped in strips of cloth-his eyes suddenly became calm, "What is, poisonous ......?" ”

Obviously he had used the power of the Yang to dispel the evil and filth of yin, and he had clearly used the demonic qi to induce the creation to bind the inner element with frost and flames, but that person was careless and had no intention of fighting, so he fell for his plan!

At this time, the castration had subsided, and the two figures were falling down the cliff.

"It's not 'poison.'"

"This is 'me'."

Shower Yusheng said in a voice: "I don't want to do this, if you don't win, what can you do?" But, it's okay......"

"In front of you, you're not a pure sword wielder."

After a sentence, the wind blew the skin and flesh scattered. In the process of falling, the figure of the scorching sun of Doom began from the face, festering, spreading, and dissipating at a rapid speed, and in the most heart-wrenching process, the other person was still not dead, soberly seeing the flesh of the hand holding the magic sword bloom and be digested in the wind, until it became white bones.

The clothes were corroded in the end, and only the slightest strands were left when the wind blew.

The skeletal bones snapped with a click, and fell into the deep ravine first.