The moon of fifteen was sixteen round, and a round of jade rabbits full of rings was reflected in the river of burial corpses, and the heart of the river was dyed a faint gold. The cold wind blew and rippled to the frozen place by the river. Good is like water, so the winter is warm and the summer is cool, and it is already a frozen Bangbang on the riverside, but the heart of the river is still flowing endlessly and winding to the east.

"Hold your head high and be far away, roaring in the wind; The opponent can discuss the sword, and the height is not cold! "A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky;

"My feet are out of the flames of war, my hands are clenched to destruction, my name is Luo Yu." The gods do not come to the world, and they are invincible!

"Let's kill! If you can escape from the Demon Stream, the Scars of the Wind will spare you your life. "Breath of no threat, the Scars of the Wind are disappointed!

"Who gave you the courage to speak like that?" The angry martial artist who was despised by others hadn't felt it for a long time, it was really a different kind of pleasure.

"Scars of the Wind!" Don't bother to talk about it, the scar of the wind is more urgent, and the sword is more ruthless! A body of energy is sent and dispatched, and the killing intent arrives before anyone arrives, startling the sky full of water vapor and frost!

"What a speed! Second brother, have you seen clearly? "The worst perception of the hatred of heaven and evil didn't even see the starting gesture clearly, and there was a big uproar in my heart.

"I can only see clearly, if I take it, I am only seventy percent sure." Throwing the flask aside, even though the west wind blew through his eyes, the people in the altar still did not want to miss a single thing.

"Attention! Slash the Stars! The wind passed, and Luo Yu, who had taken off his robe, slowly closed his eyes! In the blink of an eye, it was too fast to react, and the eyes were closed like mustard seeds, and the mustard seeds were empty of Sumeru, and the sword of killing was already close to the eyelashes! Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, but after the smoke and dust, they saw the sky full of swords and swords, and the two staggered out.

"The Traces of the Wind are careless. The name of Wujun is worthy of its name. "As soon as he ripped off the robe that was only half connected, the Scar of the Wind drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword that was unrivaled just now was actually stabbed out with its scabbard.

"Scars of the wind? A veritable peerless swordsman, you and I shouldn't have had this battle. Unfortunately, I can only leave you here. "The unscathed Wu Jun, holding the Ji Du knife upside down, stroked the hilt, a scratch on it destroyed the natural pulp, the always fair Wu Jun, in order not to take advantage of the wind mark, actually used the handle to open the wind mark sword move.

"It's a wonderful showdown, Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night. I really hope that it is Yixuan Miao who is standing in front of Wu Jun! Changing from the indifference of the past with a bamboo in his chest, Yi Jiao's deputy palm held the sharp blade in his hand in front of his chest, and the gauntlet and sword scabbard made a trembling sound, as if he was about to burst out of the sheath at any time.

"Brother Yi is humble, the sword of nature, is it weaker than the wind, but the knife is a certain one, in front of the sword of Wujun, the desolate leopard thunder knife can only be hidden in the sheath." The palms were covered with sweat, and Dao Wuji and Yi Xuan Miao stood side by side, letting out a sound of admiration.

"Qingjue, do you see clearly?" On the hill not far away, Jun Fengqing, who was about to retire, couldn't help but postpone his plan and took his lover Yu Qing to watch this shocking battle. It's just that, looking at the bustling crowd below, I don't know how many people can really understand this peak duel of speed and skill.

"The fool is stupid, and he only sees the scars of the wind for a moment when he raises his sword. The rest of the thorns and blows did not catch the eye. "I thought that the achievement of the congenital, the world can go to the Yuqing Jue was severely stimulated by this peerless duel under the true god, and in the face of the fast sword of the wind trace, I believe that there is no chance to even be a ghost.

"No, don't use your eyes, think about your strengths, think about what you're best at." Chun Chun is good at seduction, Jun Fengqing stares at the battlefield with both eyes, and does not forget to guide his disciples in martial arts.

"What do I do best? What is Yuqing Jue best at? "I love the strings all my life and never leave the piano, Yu Qingjue pondered for a moment, unbuttoned the button in front of him, put down the Jiaowei piano, and sent the slightest trills into the wind, bringing a piece of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

"Master! I heard that! "Shhh

Before the words fell, the Demon Flow Sword detonated to the extreme, "Remnant Wind Sword Shadow!" "The wind and shadow followed, and I couldn't see clearly which was the person and which was the sword. However, Wu Jun still did not move!

Double-layered sword qi is diverted! Layer upon layer of kills confidential Bu Wujun's body. "It's useless." Light words, the same slash, the same result. The pure white streamer flies into the sky along with the hem and disappears with the wind.

"Why didn't Wu Jun make a move?" After two defeats, the Wind Scar Sword is still sharp, and the heart is still full.

"The friendship of the landlord, after three moves, the traces of the wind will go with the wind, it's a pity." It is extremely natural to say arrogant words, is this what a near-god master can do?

With a sword qi in his hand, the wind, the heaviest pleasure in the calm. "Three moves! Let's go for it! ”

"Excellent opponent." How can you not respond to the urgency of your opponent? The blade of Jidu, which stood on the earth, finally aimed at the demon in the wind. "Well, be careful, it's been a long time since I've swung it with all my might, so let's measure what it can do."

"That's exactly what I mean." A man is faster than a voice, and a sword is better than a man. Jidu sword, magic sword, chess opponent, will meet good talent. The two are one long and one short, cutting off the Milky Way and shocking the eyeballs. The Scars of the Wind never repeatedly, vowing to use the same flat thorns to make a contribution.

Knowing that the official start of the war Luo Yu no longer gave the wind scar a chance to get out easily, he held the plan upside down, to the end of his feet, slashed the sky on the ground, and drew half a silver moon in the air. Between the vertical and horizontal sword qi, the aftermath tore a hundred miles, the earth collapsed, and the burial corpse river that turned from north to east was unexpectedly cut off with a knife and rushed to the sky!

The body of the wind scar couldn't help but float, and with the river flying all over the sky, it turned into a silver stream in the sky, and the stars and moon were the same color. Everyone watched the two rabbits fall up and down, and a pair of tricks also flew up and down, drifting far away with the traces of the wind to the sky. After the two of them left their weapons for a while, the cold sound of sword fighting reached everyone's ears.

Heaven and earth were quiet, everyone held their breath, and suddenly, under the stars and above the clouds, the whirring wind became louder and louder, louder and sharper! From small to large, it penetrated the eardrum, causing the demon horns in the distance to scream!

The raised head didn't have time to put down, the scar of the wind was already on top of Wu Jun's head! It's not just the sword that's cold, it's not just the people, it's the ice! The demon wind is better than the east wind and cold, since the first battle of the Desert Sword Emperor, the wind trace that absorbed the combat experience turned the power of heaven and earth into his own use, and the water of the great river condensed into a sword, and slashed down, as if a sword rain.

"Ting~" The crisp sound of collision spread far away, and Wu Jun didn't raise his head to deflect the Ji Du knife, and the tip of the knife just touched the tip of the Demon Flow Sword, which made people sweat for it. The slightest gap is the different path of people and ghosts, Wu Junyi is bold, and he fought back!

"Falling Stars, Open." Suppressing people with power, it is clear that it is the wind that stands at the top of the sky with a sword, and the martial monarch who is not moving like a mountain, holding a knife in his hand, but it seems that the sky is falling. Knowing the speed of the wind trace, a knife without reservation, such as the axe of Pangu to open the sky, and the bow of the sun after victory. Under the knife, people are smaller than ants, and the sky is full of ice swords, all of which are powder. Like broken stars, sprinkled with water, a heavy snowfall.

There was no way to avoid it, the scar of the wind was frustrated, and the heart was horizontal, and the spiral sword momentum brought up a snow-white storm, blooming on the most dangerous blade, like a flower on the other side of the River Styx.

"Suppress people with momentum, and break the face with points. The duel of power and speed is wonderful, really exciting. Yi Xuan Miao couldn't help but admire.

"Victory or defeat, it's the next blow." Dao Wuji couldn't help but open the eyes of the sword dragon, and it turned off again in an instant. With the help of the ability, Dao Wuji detected in advance, alas, the scar of the wind, defeated.