A wisp of cold air rose from Yang Guang's back.

The 'jade' chariot is only twenty zhang away from the city 'gate', and Fu Cailin is only ten zhang away from Yang Guang.

Fu Cailin's figure, as fast as lightning, walked between the human walls, and the brave generals of the forbidden army could not stop him at all. No one could walk under his sword for a second move, and every time Yijian stabbed out, he took a human life. The figures in the sky couldn't stop his progress, and they didn't even have the qualifications to slow him down.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Cailin had already broken through the layers of defense and rushed to Yang Guang's 'jade' chariot.

Yuwen Injury, Dugu Feng and other escort masters stopped Fu Cailin and Yang Guang's inevitable way, burst into cheers, and attacked the world-famous Yijian master with all their might. Yuwen punched out, and the air in front of him was suddenly absorbed, and the cold ice energy was like a circling ice dragon smashing towards Fu Cailin's 'chest', and the cold and killing atmosphere enveloped the audience, wanting to completely envelop Fu Cailin.

And Dugu Feng jumped up in the air, the long sword conjured up thousands of sword rays, and the fierce sword qi went towards Fu Cailin from above at an astonishing high speed. When the cooperation between the two 'gate' valve owners is seamless, Fu Cailin's forward route is completely sealed. And Dugu Sheng, Yu Wenhua and other personal guard masters, also cooperated with the two of them to attack at the same time, forming a flawless encirclement network, and it was necessary to stop the footsteps of the most prestigious great master today.

The combined attack of everyone can be described as flawless, Yuwen's Bing Xuanjin has reached the realm of Dacheng, and the power of a punch that condenses his whole body strength is indeed unstoppable, as strong as Fu Cailin, if he wants to take this punch hard, his body will inevitably be stopped. And Dugu Feng's sword qi also completely enveloped him, and the strict Biluo Hongchen sword technique completely blocked his way forward.

Yijian flashed a blue and blue light, drawing a moving line beyond the beauty of the world, with the truth of heaven and earth, directly stabbed at the strongest point of Yuwen's punch, the original ice and snow storm in the Arctic was attracted like iron meets a magnet, like a stream of water rushing to the tip of Yijian, and in an instant, it condensed into a ball, but it stopped abruptly on the edge of the sword. Fu Cailin's crisp and neat sword, like the most clever Go player, directly sealed all the subsequent changes of Yuwen Injury. The kind of punch that went all out to call out the 'desire' was completely sealed before it reached its peak, and the sad Yuwen was injured and vomited blood.

And the blade of Yi Jian turned into a little blue light, like an immortal starlight in the clouds, stabbing towards the position between Yuwen's eyes like a meteor. This point of starlight has the magic of the soul of the book, which is extremely beautiful and terrifying.

For the first time, Yu Wenshu faced the unparalleled sword technique in the world, and this amazing 'glamorous' Dao extreme sword made his Dao heart slightly shaken, and suddenly there was a trace of flaws in the perfect state of mind, and his soul seemed to be suppressed by this sword, unable to move, unable to think, only this beautiful sword to the extreme.

Fu Cailin's swordsmanship is sensual, and its subtlety lies in the fact that he combines the feeling of wholeheartedness and soul with the sword, and the external feeling is

Void, the feeling of the mind is real, thus generating an incomparable contagion.

After all, Yuwen was a grandmaster-level master, and although his mind was taken by Fu Cailin's swordsmanship for a while, he only sobered up in an instant.

At this time, the stars disappeared, and the sword still floated towards him like a gong. Yuwen snorted, and his fists blasted out with all his might, with surging and majestic ice whirlwind energy, to meet the oncoming Yi Sword. But he secretly decided that he would block Fu Cailin's sword even if he was hit hard.

Dugu Feng had already flown above Fu Cailin, and the long sword conjured up the sword shadow of Sen Sen, pointing directly at the vital points of Fu Cailin's upper body. And Dugu Sheng's sword, Yu Wenhua's fist, also attacked from both sides at the same time, and at the same time, there was a seven-section soft spear and a double stab, which lifted up a heavy lightning, and cooperated with a desperate attack on Fu Cailin. And the biggest threat to Fu Cailin is that a ghost-like figure suddenly appeared behind him, this person suddenly appeared behind Fu Cailin, a pair of crystal 'jade' hands remotely attacked Fu Cailin's back, and at the moment when the hands were pressed, the originally white hands suddenly became blood red, looking extremely weird.

At this time, Yuwen's bulging fists, Dugu Feng, Dugu Sheng's long sword, Yu Wenhua's Bing Xuanjin, the nameless master's soft spear, double thorns, and Wei Gonggong's bloody hands, all went to Fu Cailin at the same time. Everyone has the same thought in their hearts, that is, no matter how powerful you Fu Cailin is, he is always just one person, and he is not an immortal, how can he deal with the joint attack of so many masters, this time you take the initiative to go to the 'door', it is a good time to besiege and kill you.

Fu Cailin's surroundings suddenly appeared in the sky, each point seemed to be attacking a person, and every point seemed to be eternally immovable, like the starry sky in the sky, and his figure was stepping on the steps of Xuanqi, the figure flickered left and right, erratic, and had its own constant flavor in the changing cycle, so that everyone's original seamless siege suddenly became full of leaks.

"Ding, ding, ding!" In a series of clear sounds, Yijian lit up more than a dozen different weapons that were coming at him in a miraculous rhythm. Each sword only faces one opponent, and those who are hit by Yi Sword, whether they are strong as Wei Gonggong and Yu Wen, or weaker Yu Wenhua and Dugu Sheng, all of them are violently shaken, and all the back can not be spread, so they are forced to fall backwards and chase.

"With the sword of the person, the enemy with the sword", this is the essence of the sword art, the sword is like a game of chess, with the heaven and earth as the chessboard, with the enemy and me as the chess pieces, a sword strike, has expected all the changes of the opponent, and has the upper hand in silence.

A smile escaped from the corner of Fu Yulin's lips, and with a swing of his sword, his body stepped on a graceful arc, stabbing straight towards Yuwen's injury.

Yuwen was sad and called it not good, Fu Cailin's swordsmanship 'fine' is subtle to the extreme, his body and swordsmanship have been perfectly integrated into one, every step he takes, every sword stabbed out, just like the Go national player Luo Zi, just now everyone has been planning a long-term joint attack, under his ingenious fall, has been dissolved invisible. And after Fu Cailin shook off all the attacks, the only one who stood in front of Yang Guang was now himself. Fu Cailin's sword is an inevitable sword, the sword qi emitted by Fu Cailin's sword locks his qi tightly, as he keeps the original form, when his fist blasts out, and the Yi sword just pierces his 'chest'. Yuwen has two choices at this time, one is to keep the original form unchanged, desperately to die under Fu Cailin's sword, and also to hit Fu Cailin hard with a counterattack before death, and other masters who have recovered will inevitably be able to reunite and kill Fu Cailin. The second is to give up blocking Fu Cailin and let him cross himself to assassinate Yang Guang. For a while, Yuwen fell into a dilemma.

At the moment when Yuwen injured and hesitated, Fu Cailin soared the momentum of the sword, and Yijian suddenly accelerated, stabbing Yuwen injured's wrist.

Yuwen Hurt sighed secretly, and was shocked by Fu Cailin's fierce sword qi to vomit blood and throw it away, and the blood 'flower' on the wrist pierced by Yijian was splashed, looking extremely poignant.

Just in the blink of an eye, Fu Cailin had already broken through the layers of defense lines and rushed to Yang Guang's 'jade' chariot.

Yang Guang felt a cold sweat.

Fu Cailin is too terrifying, without the restraint of masters of the same level, so many masters can't stop him from advancing forward.

The distance between Yang Guang and Fu Cailin is less than three zhang, and such a close distance is just within reach for a master. Yang Guang stood 'strong' with his sword, although he hadn't done it for many years, but after all, he was also a generation of masters, no matter how powerful Fu Cailin was, he didn't want to take his 'life' within three moves and two styles. As long as he can survive Fu Cailin's three moves, the masters who surround him will inevitably bury Fu Cailin completely.

Fu Yulin laughed for a while, and the human sword was one, turning into a green rainbow, and 'shooting' towards Yang Guangdian like a long rainbow through the sun. This sword is incomparably perfect, and Fu Cailin's whole person seems to have disappeared, and it is 'mixed' with a kind of heaven and earth power in the underworld.

The spear and spear thrown by the master of the guard slammed in front of him, passing through the phantom like a phantom, losing all power. However, the speed of Fu Cailin's sword exceeded everyone's estimates, and the spear that flew 'shot' only hit the afterimage left by him.

Fu Cailin's powerful 'spirit' spirit power is firmly locking Yang Guang's 'spirit' spirit, just like the shackles of fate, making it impossible for people to break free. Facing Fu Cailin's perfect sword, Yang Guang suddenly had the illusion that he couldn't avoid it no matter what, and he couldn't hide it or stop it.

Erzhang.

One zhang.

Eight feet.

Five feet.

Three feet.

……

Seeing that Fu Cailin's world-shattering sword was about to stab Yang Guang, a hazy blue light suddenly appeared in front of Fu Cailin's face, this sword came without warning, but it was incomparably natural, without the slightest fireworks, as if it should have appeared there in the first place.

This sword does not have any 'flower' skill, there is only one characteristic, that is, fast, the sword is fast, the heart is fast, the person is fast, the mind is fast, the true qi is fast, it is a kind of perfect integration of all the physical elements of the human body, this kind of sword speed has almost surpassed the category of ordinary swordsmanship, and it is impossible for the fast Fu Cailin to dodge. The Great Grandmaster-level Immaculate Spiritual Sense told him that this sword would definitely be able to pierce Yang Guang's face at the same time as he stabbed him.

At this moment, Fu Cailin was also faced with two choices. One is to ignore it and stab Yang Guang directly, so that when he stabs Yang Guang, he will inevitably be pierced by this sword. The second is to swing the sword to block, although the speed of this sword is fast, but the castration is too exhausted, the change is insufficient, although it is impossible to dodge, but it is not difficult to block.

Yi Jian drew a perfect arc in the air, meeting the blurred blue light. But strangely there was no sound of gold and iron 'crossing', the moment the two swords 'crossed', Yijian gave birth to a strong absorbing force, and it couldn't help but strengthen along the sword momentum, increasing the pressure, and deflecting to the side with that ray of blue light.

The blue light appeared in its original form in the air, and it was Dugu Feng's Heavenly Sword.

Out of the pride of a swordsman, Dugu Feng did not participate in the siege of Fu Cailin by everyone, but waited by Yang Guang's side, waiting for Fu Cailin's arrival. It was also she who, at a critical juncture, took out her sword to resolve Fu Cailin's killer blow. Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "I am Dugu Feng of the Tang Dynasty" written by the Hidden Immortal