In Zhou Yi's stunned gaze, thousands of sword qi surged out, engulfing the majestic figure in the blink of an eye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The audience was terrified, they never imagined that even the snatching of the fourteenth sword of death was not an opponent who was not drunk with a thousand cups.

And Zhou Yi was also shocked, because his opponent was not "snatching" at all, so where is the real "snatching"?

Call!

But at this moment, the butterfly love flower suddenly had a strange vibration, although the sword blade was shaking, it was moving, but suddenly all of it was still, and even the air covering the whole world was trembling in an instant!

There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - death!

No change, no life! This sword brings only death! Only "death" is the end of everything, the real end!

The water dries up, the changes run out, life ends, and everything perishes!

This is the true essence of the "Thirteen Swords of Death"! This is the real killing sword!

The monstrous sword intent of the fifteen deadly swords disappeared in a flash, but in the blink of an eye, the kung fu suddenly disappeared without a trace, except for an immortal swordsman like Zhou Yi who was beyond the mortal world, ordinary people even if they were martial arts masters who dominated the side would never notice that at this moment, the real life-killing fifteen swords actually burst into the dust!

What made Zhou Yi even more shocked was that the place where this sword appeared was not on the long street, above the "snatching" corpse, but on the pine crane tower not far away.

An inexplicable sense of fear grew wantonly in Zhou Yi's heart, as if the feeling of being played by Wu Chongye in the palm of his hand when he was in the Shendu of Luoyang resurfaced!

Who is on the Songhe Tower at this time?

Murong Chunqiu? Yan Feng Dance? Still is.......

Zhou Yi did not stop at all, his body turned into a sharp arrow and shot straight into the Songhe Tower, at this moment, the people who were immersed in the incident of killing the "soul" of a thousand cups without getting drunk finally came back to their senses, and followed closely behind, and the masters of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, who had originally gone downstairs to guard the Quartet, surged one after another, chasing Zhou Yi into the Songhe Tower.

Syllable!

Zhou Yilisuo broke in through the window, and the picture that came into view suddenly made Zhou Yi feel that the world was spinning and he almost collapsed.......

In the spacious box of the Songhe Tower in front of him, there was no longer half of life. That Murong Chunqiu, who is known as the first in the world in martial arts cultivation, the first in the world in literary style, the first in the world in terms of ingenuity and clever schemes, and the first in the world in marching formations, is actually ....... He's dead?

With two corpses, one on the left and one on the right, Murong Chunqiu and her wife Yan Fengwu fell to the ground one after another, with an incredibly shocked look on their faces.

Both of them had a tiny sword wound on their chests that was not easy to detect, and the wound was not small, but not half a drop of blood flowed out, which showed how fast the murderer's swordsmanship was incredibly fast.

"Ahh Pavilion Master...... Madame ......."

Several wails sounded from behind Zhou Yi, and the four swords of Xiaoxiang and the rest of the masters had already rushed into the box, seeing this scene, they were all shocked and at a loss, and they rushed forward one after another to knock down Murong Chunqiu and Yan Fengwu's side.

"Qianbei is not drunk, you bastard, you dare to kill our pavilion master, I will fight with you at sunset!"

"Ah..... No...... I ......" Zhou Yi, who was still immersed in the news of Murong Chunqiu's death, suddenly heard the roar of the setting sun, and immediately opened his mouth to confess.

It's just that before Zhou Yi finished speaking, the surging and majestic Meridian Sword had already burst up!

The sunset of the 'Meridian Sword' in the four swords of Xiaoxiang, born in the true preaching of the Demon Gate, practiced the Meridian Gang and Non Bing swordsmanship, and was good at the same stream of sword gangs. This 'Sword Gang Tongliu' is the martial arts of the two great internal skills of the true inheritance of the Dao Ancestor' 'Meridian Gang' and 'Non Bing Swordsmanship', and uses the sword meridian sword in the faction to perform, the sword qi is domineering and eerie, the disadvantage is that since the creation of the school, except for the ancestor Changmei Lao Dao, no one can perfectly combine the meridian gang and the non Bing swordsmanship, once the flaw of the sword gang diversion is discovered, it will be in danger of life and death.

At this time, although the meridian gang of the setting sun has been practiced to the eighteenth level, the realm of the same flow of the sword gang is still in the realm of divine separation rather than the realm of divine turbidity, and it is naturally full of flaws in the eyes of an immortal swordsman like Zhou Yi, and the body is flashing clean between swimming.

Zhou Yiyi dodged the sword move of the setting sun, and while clearing his thoughts, he shouted: "It wasn't Murong Chunqiu who I killed, I hit him off at first sight, and I want to help him ascend to the position of the leader of the Central Plains martial arts, how could I kill him?" ”

"If it's not you, who else could it be? You still dare to quibble? Qiao Langjun, who had an old grudge against Zhou Yi, also immediately brandished the golden snake sword and killed him. And behind him, Dugu City, Drunken Fist 'Wang Invincible', Xishan Shuangjian, Murong Family's four generals, and other Xiaoxiang Pavilion masters also joined the sword circle besieging Zhou Yi.

Only the sycamore leaves in the field were still a little calm, he pressed the long sword in one hand, and shouted to Zhou Yi: "Qianbei is not drunk, you said it wasn't you, then who did you say?" ”

"It's a snatch!" At this time, Zhou Yi was dealing with the siege of dozens of today's first-class martial arts players, and blurted out without thinking.

"Ridiculous!" The sunset with the meridian sword immediately roared angrily: "In the middle of the sword, our brother who won the soul died under your sword, it is already known to the world, and you even pushed the disaster on the dead man, it is really a villain!" ”

Qiao Langjun also shouted: "Who doesn't know that you are not drunk with a thousand cups of martial arts in the world, but you are one of the eight half-step crushing masters in the world!" Who else but you can kill our Pavilion Master and Pavilion Master's wife with a single sword! ”

"Wutong Ye, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him quickly and avenge our pavilion master!" Dugu Cheng used a backhand attack on the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, turned his head and shouted at the Wutong Leaf master next to him.

The persuasion of several people like a series of cannons quickly persuaded Wutong Ye, he gritted his teeth, and shouted while drawing his sword to attack Zhou Yi!

"That's right, this wicked man killed our Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master today, the Pavilion Master's wife and the eldest brother, all of our Xiaoxiang Pavilion and you are not drunk, and we will not die!"

"That's right! Never die! ”

"Never die-never stop-"

The earth-shattering roar was like a wave of anger held in everyone's hearts, and it shook the entire Suzhou City in an instant, which was a coercion more dignified than murderous aura.

Outside the Pine Crane Tower, after the people who were still confused heard the earth-shattering roar, they looked up at the towering Pine Crane Tower in confusion and shock, not knowing what happened over there.

"Boom!"

Zhou Yi slashed his sword in the air, almost destroying the windows on the second floor of the entire Songhe Tower, and then jumped and flew out of the building.

Subsequently, the almost crazy Xiaoxiang Pavilion people rushed forward to catch up one after another, meridian sword gang, golden snake sword technique, return wind dance willow sword technique, one-word electric sword, wind fast sword, drunk fist....... The martial arts in the sky surged up, and they greeted Zhou Yi overwhelmingly.

"A thousand cups are not drunk, even if your martial arts are higher than the sky, we want you to award Suzhou today!"

Airplanes!

A long-dormant breath seeped out from the butterfly love flower in Zhou Yiheng's sheath, and he couldn't bear it, so why bear it anymore?

"Want to know how high the sky is? Okay, then come on! (To be continued.) )