Groups of Xiaoxiang Pavilion guards under the jurisdiction of Murong Chunqiu walked to the vicinity of the main street of Suzhou, evacuated the onlookers one after another, cleaned up a huge open space, and sealed it tightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The masters of Xiaoxiang Pavilion stood around the ambush circle one after another, looking around at the people in front of them with solemn expressions, their eyes revealing indescribable calmness and vigilance!

Call! The wind rose suddenly, and the avenue was as quiet as a ghost domain.

In the field, Duo Luo and Zhou Yi stood facing each other, and the two of them had sharp edges in their eyes, equivalent to divine blades, clashing in the void.

The black clouds in the sky are moving quickly, and the ground is dark and the sky is dark, which adds to the oppressive atmosphere of the mountain rain that is about to come between the two of them.

The wind before the storm blew up the long street full of dust, but the two of them were still in their clothes, like two stone figures.

Zhou Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the picture of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan's battle to the death outside the Yanmen Pass that day poured into Zhou Yi's mind like a tide.

The Thirteen Swords of Death is a swordsmanship specially designed for killing, Yan Thirteen's sword-style moves are continuous, each change contains infinite killing opportunities, one is stronger than the other, endless, like magma gushing out of a volcanic eruption, dodging the first wave, but there are still many waves to follow, until the enemy is completely submerged.

However, Xie Xiaofeng is not an ordinary person, he is the emperor, the most arrogant sword emperor in the world, his elegant sword style draws a gorgeous arc in the air, dismantling Yan Shisan's moves one by one, and counterattacking!

Immediately after all the beautiful illusions were shattered in the moment when the sword momentum unfolded, only a ray of light flew like a rainbow, piercing the air!

This Changhong is extremely gorgeous, as if the flames burning on the surface of the sun have fallen, and even the air has become extremely hot in an instant, and it is gradually about to burn and boil. Suddenly, the burning flame was abruptly extinguished, and the horizon seemed to dim, and the world fell into emptiness, a dead silence.

This is a dead silence like the end of the world, the rivers are exhausted, the mountain floods are storming, the volcanic magma is surging, flowing on the earth, the land is uninhabited, only countless white bones, and the forests are covered with fertile fields!

This change is indeed exquisite, and it has almost reached the pinnacle of any sword change, but the fourteenth sword is still not enough to defeat Xie Xiaofeng, because although this change is wonderful, there is no Shen Yun, and the sword technique without Shen Yun is extremely funny, no matter how subtle the change is.

Fortunately, the Fourteen Swords of Death still haven't come to an end!

Yan Thirteen long sword is moving, the scorching sun is flowing gold, the gravel is slurry, the earth is cracked, the rivers are exhausted, the birds are extinct, and the bones are full of wild ...... Countless apocalyptic visions return.

But at this moment, in the dead and silent world, there seemed to be ethereal notes, and like a lightning bolt piercing the sky.

"Poof"!

As if shattered, the freeze-frame picture came alive again, and the changes that had come to an end once again extended a new opportunity.

The long sword made a strange vibration, and wisps of trembling rolled, as if it was about to break away from Yan Shisan's hand. In this strange rhythmic sound, he stabbed out another sword, and countless changes were born.

But this change still carries the air of dead silence, and the deepest darkness is revealed in the vivid scene, forming a strong contrast. Once this sword is stabbed, it is destined to death and tragedy.

This is 'death' in its purest form!

If the fourteenth sword shows death in the world, then this sword brings the Yellow Spring, which is hell!

At the foot of Yan Thirteen was originally a meadow full of flowers, but this sword stabbed out, the flowers withered, the grass and trees turned yellow, and their lives came to an end in an instant.

And then.......

The sky thundered, resounding in the distance.

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, the past years faded from his mind again, and in an instant, the spirit of the whole person merged with Wanhua, returned to nature, and reached the realm of unity between heaven and man in an instant.

Zheng!

In the fierce sound of the sword, the butterfly love flower suddenly came out of the sheath and fell lightly into Zhou Yi's hands, and in an instant, the human sword merged, reaching the peak realm in the minds of countless swordsmen in Shenzhou - the unity of human and sword!

And the snatching in the distance has already made a brazen shot!

The jet-black sword qi swept out in the void in an instant, and the entire void seemed to be torn apart, and a sword light of about a few zhang or so tore through the sky, carrying a destructive edge towards Zhou Yi.

The incomparably powerful sword intent instantly enveloped the entire long street, and the people watching from afar all had a feeling of being in the iceberg and snow, and the sharp edge that spread in the void made them tremble, and they all involuntarily retreated.

The sword light came in an instant. The ferocity seemed to be about to split Zhou Yi in two, but just as the sword qi was about to hit Zhou Yi, his pupils shrank suddenly. The figure in front of him gradually turned into nothingness.

Afterimage? His face changed slightly. He never thought that Zhou Yi's light skills would be so good?

Woo!

The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in vain. A brilliant rainbow-like sword light flashed out from behind the Snatcher, and the Snatcher suddenly turned around with a blank expression. The long sword carried a majestic force, and it blasted towards this sword light as fast as lightning.

The sword light was dazzling, leaving traces in the void.

Bang!

The two swords collided violently in mid-air, making a deafening sound of gold and iron, and suddenly there were ripples of the Dao, and the body trembled, and he retreated three steps backwards, and every time he retreated, there was a thunderous sound of footsteps under his feet, as if he wanted to dissolve the surging force in front of him, so after three steps, his figure stopped, and he looked up in the direction where Zhou Yi was standing.

White-clothed Shengxue, looking as usual!

Damn it!

He bit his lip hard, the blow just now was purely a collision of power, and there was no fancy thing about it, and the result was naturally a superior judgment!

In terms of internal strength, this world-famous life-killing swordsman has long been left behind by Zhou Yiyuan!

"No need to make unnecessary temptations, hurry up and use your Thirteen Deadly Swords!" In mid-air, Zhou Yi's figure flashed out, he stepped in the air, his face was unwavering, but his deep eyes were full of fierce color, locking on the snatch directly below.

"Then don't hesitate to teach!" In an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed, as if a long-sealed sword was unsheathed again, his body was slightly bowed, his body was tense, and his sharp eyes were also locked on Zhou Yi in the sky.

The pitch-black long sword trembled violently, his eyes were cold, two chilling cold rays flashed in mid-air, and his entire body appeared in front of Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye, and the long sword sword with lingering sword intent suddenly stabbed out with a terrible sword roar!

Thirteen swords!

Rise! (To be continued.) )