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The black glow in the field of vision is difficult to detect, it is hidden in the natural camouflage of the night, only because it is too deep and too penetrating, and there is nothing to hide under the illumination of endless waves and thunder and lightning.

At first, Murong Tianji only saw sporadic flickering black light, like the first glimmer of light at sunrise in the east, but soon, the dim light and shadow became more and more dense and clear, and at the same time, it also broke out with a palpitating aura.

It was like a black star in the waves jumping and sprinting, breaking through the waves and thunder, and coming in the direction of Murong Tianji.

And Murong Tianji's most direct feeling is - excitement!

Yes, in the face of the magic sword that had appeared, he didn't feel fear and panic, not even the slightest nervousness, he and his innocent sword both trembled at this time, his hand clenched the sword, and the clear sword body buzzed.

The famous sword has a spirit, and the desire to divide the superior is the mental portrayal of all the swordsmen in the world.

Those who practice swords, raise the gentleman Haoran righteousness, cultivate a pure heart, act chivalrous and hoe the strong and help the weak, level the world is uneven, and want to compare with the heavens, this is the resonance between the swordsman and the sword, and it is also the stubborn pride and persistence in the hearts of all sword practitioners.

Only my three-foot Qingfeng can open the chaotic world!

Zhang Fulin is not a real swordsman, no matter what he holds in his hand is a mediocre long sword or a supernatural supreme magic sword, he only uses the sword as a weapon to kill the enemy and clear obstacles, and satisfy his inner ambitions.

In this regard, Wen Ke is slightly better than Zhang Fulin, she has an extremely strong affection for the holy sword, and regards it as a symbol of her identity, but - she is far from being called a swordsman, just a seeker with a pure heart, if she is not greedy for evil, she will one day be able to be the same as the sword.

And Murong Tianji, he was already an excellent swordsman.

Since he was a child, he has practiced swords, and from the moment he held the sword, he understood what kind of weapon he had in his hand, it had a variety of attributes, gentleness, benevolence, romance, domineering, and the arrogance that a sword could not lack the most.

This is very similar to Murong Tianji, he also has the stubbornness and persistence of justice, and he can give everything for this, so he can resonate with the Innocent Sword.

When it encounters a strong enemy, Innocent is eager to try, even if it is still young, has not experienced too much training, has not practiced in the magical river of years, but the arrogance of a sword makes it want to meet its opponent.

There is no need for Murong Tianji to control it, at this time, it is no longer him who controls the sword in his hand, but the sword that leads him to rush forward.

The water rippled, Murong Tianji stepped on the more and more restless water and moved quickly, his body was almost parallel to the water, and the oncoming wind and rain had already died on the fierce sword qi beside him before it arrived.

The black light in his eyes became bigger and clearer, and the ubiquitous sword qi was like a grand blizzard, and Murong Tianji became a lonely traveler among them, moving forward firmly with his legs.

The moment the two completely different sword qi collided with each other, Murong Tianji's movements completely stopped.

Boom!

For a moment, Murong Tianji lost control of his arm, and he could no longer feel the existence of his right hand, so he could only watch this innocent sword that had accompanied him for many years stand majestically in the endless storm of sword qi, not shaking.

The killing intent contained in the magic sword exceeded Murong Tianji's imagination, when he felt this energy with his spirit, he could even imagine the tragic scene of a river of blood, that was the real hell, and this sword was a hell demon sword born in the sea of blood.

At this point, there is no possibility of victory for innocence, it is still young and not nourished by murderous blood, but after all, it lacks the precipitation of time.

It's just that Murong Tianji has his own way of fighting, he has the same aura as heaven and earth, these powers are the greatest reliance of the innocent sword, born in heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the earth, forged by the master's skillful hands, day and night to recuperate and comprehend the aura, this is a pure and thorough sword, in the face of the sword qi that is far superior to his own, the energy transfer between the sword and the swordsman has surpassed the usual.

For a moment, Murong Tianji had almost reached the point where there was no distinction between human and sword, which was an important reason why he was able to continue to stand in place without retreating.

And at this moment, due to the ferocity of the magic sword, the water of the entire South Lake swelled, and the fierce sword qi was long and powerful, separating the endless flow of water, and gradually, with the place where Murong Tianji was located, it extended back and forth, and the lake water on both sides surged towards the outside.

The confrontation between the two sharp swords continued, and the sword qi showed no signs of declining, but became more and more fierce, causing the diversion of the lake to become more and more turbulent.

After a few minutes, Murong Tianji was no longer stepping on the water, but standing in the void, flanked by lakes on the left and right that he was trying to merge but couldn't connect, and under his feet was a deep wet earth.

This scene is dumbfounded.

A road that divides the lake appeared, and the sword qi of the two of them had reached the point of stretching into a momentum, forming an invisible wall of sword qi, completing the feat done by the ancient prophet Moses.

The lake water is not compatible, the thunder is flashing, and the originally beautiful South Lake has become a strange and colorful world.

And the danger in it, it is unimaginable not to be in it, Murong Tianji is continuing to support under strong pressure, he can't retreat, if he takes a step back here, then his heart will have to retreat thousands of miles, and an insurmountable Great Wall will appear, stopping his pace of cultivation.

Therefore, even if his body had already cut many thin wounds from the sword qi, even if the aura in his body was about to be unable to support it, he still had to stick to it.

Don't take a step back!

Finally, after I don't know how long it lasted, the sword qi of the magic sword was gradually consumed, and the lake water on both sides began to converge in a gentle and slow way, and at this moment, the wound on Murong Tianji's body was finally revealed.

First of all, the clothes on his body were all torn, the two sleeves burst open, his arms were covered with dense sword wounds, his skin was cracked, blood was overflowing, and in just a few breaths, Murong Tianji's hands became bloody and difficult to look at directly.

"Whirring ......"

Murong Tianji ignored the injuries in his body, and took a few deep breaths, there is aura everywhere in heaven and earth, it is just a difference, he is using this way to absorb a small amount of aura to relieve the burning in his chest, so that he can continue to persevere.

The innocence in his hand became calm, and there were a few deep scratches on the jet-black sword body, which were traces left by the sword qi, and it would take a long time to recuperate.

Murong Tianji tried his best to stop shaking his body, his expression was still firm, and he was even more excited than before, because in the battle just now, he had found a rare and precious treasure, which was the best gift that he couldn't exchange for no matter how much he was injured in the way of the sword.

While feeling the strength of the magic sword, he is also grateful to the magic sword, which is a respect for the opponent and an improvement for himself.

It's just that now, Murong Tianji knows that he may not be able to stop Zhang Fulin, even if he fights for his life to perform some tricks that hurt his vitality, it is impossible, the gap in realm, the gap in weapons, this is impossible to ignore.

However, being entrusted by others, being loyal to others, and Murong Tianji's responsibility as a member of Longwei made it impossible for him to let Zhang Fulin go there, otherwise, an inevitable catastrophe would occur.

Stompe!

There was gradually the sound of footsteps in front of him, Murong Tianji was holding the blood-soaked innocent sword, gritting his teeth and looking at it, Zhang Fulin walked towards him expressionlessly, and the sword in his hand was really full of murderous aura.

"I don't think I'm a big tree, and you're not a mayfly, but you clearly know the gap between your and my strength, and you're still willing to block it, which makes me feel respectable, and the country has talents like you, which is our blessing."

Zhang Fulin's tone was no longer so stiff, and looking at Murong Tianji, whose breath was weak, he wanted to leave like this.

But he knew that the other party would not back down like this, so he couldn't leave unless he stepped over his corpse here, so even if he couldn't bear it and sympathized, Zhang Fulin would never ruin his own affairs because of sympathy for others, not before, and even more so now.

"You are very powerful and very smart, these are all things that I can't compare, it's just that my thoughts are very simple, I am a soldier, a member of the supreme dragon, and my responsibility is to protect the peace of the country, for this, no matter whether my means are bright or not, no matter whether my hard work can be known, I don't care, it's just a passion, whoever wants it, whoever takes it, but before I can't raise my sword."

With blood mixed in his mouth, and trying to suppress that breath in his chest, Murong Tianji raised his sword and aimed it at Zhang Fulin, not to die, not to retreat!

Zhang Fulin looked deeply at the crumbling body, closed his eyes, at this moment, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, remembered many people, but after all, he didn't regret it, and he didn't let that sentence come out, and he also raised his sword.

The battlefield in Nanhu is not known, it was Ye Jue's request to Murong Tianji, he didn't know how far Murong Tianji could go, he just wanted to try his best to make the situation less complicated.

At this time, the battlefield around Ye Ling was also very miserable.

Above the 100-meter altitude, blood is sprinkled, fire and frost and snow reflect each other, and the bright brilliance hides the ferocious moves.

Even if it was the cunning and resourceful Chai Lingqing, there was still a deep sword wound on the snow-white arm, almost to the bone; Even the smart and brave Wen Ke is broken in his left arm at this moment and can no longer be used; Even Ke Ge, who was very responsive, was with black hair scattered and pale at the moment, and not long ago, a whip almost pierced her heart.

And the poisonous whip that didn't kill her finally stabbed into Ye Xuan's body.