Put away the contempt in his heart, and began to get serious about the sword Jiutian, and the offensive in his hand became more and more fierce. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it is said that the flying sword of the Wutai Sect is forcibly commanded by the Emei Heart Method, it is not too easy.

But after a period of adaptation, this uncomfortable feeling was quickly adapted by the Nine Heavens of Zongjian.

For the purpose of honing his swordsmanship, the Nine Heavens of the Sword was not too eager to solve the problem of Wind and Grass Chief, the top strongman of Redwood Ridge.

Constantly changing the sword technique by himself, the Xuanguang Qingmang continued to attack the red-haired and green-eyed wind-blown grass from all directions.

The sword intent on the sword is more sharp and compelling, and the trajectory of the sword light is even more unpredictable.

Two two-color sword lights that were as vigorous as dragons looked ahead, and suddenly behind.

In the blink of an eye, it struck from below, pointing directly at the indescribable place where the wind blows the grass.

Suddenly, he stabbed down from the top of his head, trying to nail the windblown grass chief to death on the spot.

Countless surging sword qi struck at the bronze-like body of the wind blowing grass.

It was as if it had struck on the golden stone, and sparks flew everywhere, leaving only white marks.

After estimating the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword, I am afraid that this red-haired and green-eyed Demon Dao strongman, with just this strong body, will be able to defeat the fifth-order flying sword unscathed.

It's also sad to say, after fighting for a long time, I don't know who the wind and grass are for nine days.

And there is no meaning that I want to know, a strongman of this level is no different from a passer-by for the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword.

Seeing that the sword circle of the Nine Heavens of the Sword was expanding step by step, the wind and grass had been forced to retreat thousands of meters away at this time.

Under the unpredictable swordsmanship of the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword, the wind-blown grass was firmly encircled under the sword.

The distance from the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword is firmly controlled within the range of a kilometer, no more, no less, a dilemma.

Let the wind blow how the grass grows to hide in the void, suddenly like electricity, rushing left and right.

But he still can't escape being slashed by a sword and taking care of himself.

On the other hand, the nine days of the longitudinal sword, wandering in the void unhurriedly.

It was in stark contrast to the fierce and tense battle situation in front of him.

A discerning person will know that he has more spare strength and is more than capable of maneuvering.

On the contrary, the red-haired and green-eyed wind and grass grow, constantly coming and going, flickering in the void.

Under the tide of attack of Xuanguang Qingmang, he did not dare to stay in place for a moment.

At first, I thought that he was as sudden as lightning, and he regretted the eighth-order flying sword, and his heroic posture was extraordinary.

After watching it for a long time, there is more and more of a feeling that he is being treated as a monkey.

This feeling became more and more obvious after the Nine Heavens of Zongjian became serious.

The wind blows the grass and the grass chief also feels extremely aggrieved, watching the sword nine days strolling in the void, with a relaxed and leisurely feeling.

It didn't look like it was in the middle of a fierce fight, and a sense of humiliation arose.

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated.

The wind blows the grass and the grass is also ruthless in his heart, even if he is defeated and killed, he can't let this guy have such a good time.

I saw that the wind blew the grass and the red hair soared, like a flying sword with a thin handle, fighting hard with the dark sword light as black as ink.

The trick in his hand kept changing, and he kept turning like a phantom.

A low demonic voice came out of his body, and the divine light burst out in his green eyes.

Between the lightning and flint, the red-haired and green-eyed wind and grass grow, and the trick was completed.

The ten fingers, which were as sharp as a sword, suddenly tore open their chests, and a fountain of blood gushed out, merging into the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife that surrounded them.

With the help of the wind-blown grass and the essence and blood, the Heavenly Demon Blood Knife exploded in an instant.

The sound of a tidal wave pouring came from the void, accompanied by endless wails and killing sounds.

The sky-shattering Heavenly Demon Blood Knife, the fierce and ferocious blood-red sword, shrouded the wind-blown grass all over his body.

Countless scarlet silk threads stretched out from the unknown void.

In front of the wind and grass, a magnificent, evil and abnormal blood-colored portal was constructed.

Countless scarlet blood-colored mist spread out from the portal, gradually converging into a river of blood.

This river of blood flowed from this blood-colored portal that seemed to connect to the netherworld.

The wind blows around the grass, and then flows into the unknown void.

Countless dark heroic spirits, Shura demons rise and fall in this boundless river of blood, fighting.

As the wind blows, the grass grows and urges the incomplete Great Heavens Shura secret method to the extreme.

Countless pitch-black war spirits armed with swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and all kinds of blades.

Across endless time and space, from the torn chest of the windswept grass, into his body.

As the battle spirit entered the body, the black aura of the protective body outside the wind and grass grew instantly.

In a short time, it condensed into a hundred-foot high, pitch-black, covered in fangs and white bone armor, stepping on the boundless river of blood, with a hideous mask on his face, revealing only a pair of demonic burning eyes.

As soon as this hundred-zhang battle soul pool was formed, it stretched out its hand and made a move, and the boundless river of blood flowed into its hands.

Divided into two, the red and bright thick blood water condensed into a beast head swallowing ring, and the blood-red big knife flashed with a cold front.

The dark shadow of the blood river was constantly rising and falling, and the fighting dark shadow was instantly shattered, differentiating into curling black smoke, and condensing into a strange mount with black smoke, a lion's head and a snake's tail, and hideous bone spurs all over its crotch.

This hundred-zhang battle spirit raised its head to the sky and let out a silent roar, obviously there was no sound coming out.

In the hearts of everyone present, an earth-shattering roar rose.

It contains endless battle intent, as if a peerless warrior will cross the infinite time and space, reappearing in heaven and earth.

A black beast with a lion's head and snake tail and hideous bone spurs under the seat, one stepped and charged.

It spanned a distance of thousands of meters and rushed straight into the small body of the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword.

The scarlet blood knife in his palm roared angrily, and he used a simple and unpretentious force to split Huashan.

With this endless battle intent murderous aura, he slashed at the head of the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword.

Here, the wind blows the grass and is busy magnifying the moves, and the sword is not watching the nine heavens.

As soon as the battle spirit of Baizhang was formed, the protection of the boundless blood river had just dispersed, and the sword Jiutian took the lead.

I saw a finger of his sword trick, and a dragon groan, and a cold rainbow suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The brilliance that shone in an instant made everyone feel blind.

In an instant, the wind roared, and two sharp sword rays that were enough to tear the sky shot out and crossed over.

The clouds in the sky were torn to pieces by the sword wind that was brought up, and the stars scattered.

Two incomparable sword rays instantly slammed into the sky with countless sword qi, fighting hard with the terrible bloody blades that broke through the sky.

There was a loud "boom", and countless sword qi and blood light burst out from the place of exchange, sweeping in all directions.

A massive void storm rose from the place of the strike.

The blood blade bounced, the battle spirit paused, and the two swords flew upside down, and they were evenly divided.

Zongjian Jiutian was a little surprised, thinking that this Baizhang battle soul was false and unreal, just a look.

That endless battle intent, for ordinary players, is like a tide and a sea, and it is difficult to resist.

For the Nine Heavens of the Vertical Sword, where the soul is condensed and the sword intent is like a mountain, it is big and inappropriate, and it is scattered.

It's like a breeze blowing on your face, and it doesn't matter.

I didn't expect this seemingly flashy Baizhang battle spirit to be able to fight with himself with all his might.

There are also two brushes.

"It's kind of interesting now, come again!" The Nine Heavens of the Sword shouted fiercely, and the sharp sword was ready to attack.