Zhong Shuman and Ghost Changkong walked out of the pavilion almost at the same time and walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

They didn't speak along the way, only the "rustle" of boots on the leaves.

The maple leaf is red, the color of blood, just like the road of the rivers and lakes of this dynasty, they all stepped on the blood of a place to reach the peak, why should glory always be associated with death and blood? Is there a mysterious connection between them?

The footsteps gradually disappeared, because there were no footprints on the ground, and both of them were secretly condensing their internal strength, so that their whole body and limbs were coordinated and relaxed.

There is no end to the road, but when the work is finished, the road will have an end.

And at the end is the eight-sided pavilion, these two people actually returned to the original point after going around in a big circle, but now the two are not walking side by side, but standing opposite each other in front of the pavilion.

Suddenly, there was a dragon groan, and the sword was finally unsheathed.

The flowers on Mo bloomed, and the golden sword came out of the box, which was a stunning and spectacular scene, but the sword in the ghost sky was even more amazing as soon as it came out of the sheath.

Because the sword light illuminates the hillside, even the moonlight suddenly becomes cold, and Zhang He and they all have this feeling from such a distance, but it is conceivable that the Bamian Pavilion is completely full of murderous energy, and there are many murderous opportunities.

There is nothing subtle about the sword moves of the ghost shadow in the sky, but it is terrifyingly fast, and even Zhang He feels terrible.

It wasn't a blink of an eye that stabbed the other party's throat, that kind of swordsmanship was just fast, and it wasn't really a realm of free retraction, so when Xiaoyun initially took Wudang with a single sword, he would be defeated under the sword of the Amazing Fairy.

But now looking at the swordsmanship of the Ghost Shadow Changkong, Zhang He had no doubt that the Amazing Fairy would surrender his gun in front of the Ghost Shadow Changkong within ten moves.

The ghost shadow in the sky was obviously stabbed out with a sword, but three sword shadows appeared halfway, it was not produced by martial arts skills, but he actually stabbed out three swords, but because his hand speed was too fast, he couldn't distinguish it with the naked eye.

The sword light suddenly merged again, and it seemed to turn into a white light, this is the truth and falsehood, you don't want to see it clearly.

Yun Zhongyue sighed: "I only now understand why the Ghost Shadow Sky attaches so much importance to this decisive battle with Zhong Shuman. ”

No one answered her, because everyone saw it and understood.

The swordsmanship of the ghost shadow in the sky was immaculate at all, so the sword stabbed into Zhong Shuman's body very smoothly.

Obviously, it was pierced in, but Zhong Schumann suddenly "flashed." The man flashed to one side.

The sword missed, the blade of the sword folded again, turned and stabbed again, and it was still a combination of three swords that turned into one sword, but it was a pity that the peach blossom blade would never let the ghost sword stab so comfortably.

This short stick seems to be a fight, with a soft sound of "dang", the stick sticks to the blade of the sword and twists it, Zhong Shuman's whole person rotates horizontally and retrogrades, and actually hits the head of the ghost Changkong head-on.

She walks lightly and has gorgeous moves, but her shots are extremely dangerous, and her moves are all stinging and killing.

The ghost retracts the sword in the sky, and the vertical sword is veneered.

There was another "dang" sound, this time it was extremely crisp, only because Zhong Schumann's sleeve sword hit the blade of the ghost sword directly and was bounced away.

Murong Wan'er's palms were a little cold, she knew that if she went up by herself, at such a close distance just now, Zhong Shuman's blow would directly send her back to her hometown.

Guangming Right Envoy Dao Yan: "Her martial arts are far higher than back then, at least two or three grades higher. ”

Xue Zhongqing agreed, and she now found that Zhong Schumann actually had the upper hand, and the reason was her unique weapon.

The Peach Blossom Blade is black, with no light in the night, plus she hides in her sleeve to attack, which makes it difficult to guard against, and the Ghost Shadow Sword is too bright to be easily identified as castration. …,

If the ghost sky wants to get out of this predicament, he must come up with a new move within ten turns.

Sure enough, this was only the fourth round, and the ghost shadow shouted loudly in the sky, and the fast sword suddenly turned into a clumsy heavy sword, and suddenly stepped back and slashed at the ground under his feet.

There was a muffled "pop", and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

A moment later, the ground exploded, and countless dead grass and broken leaves rushed up.

This explosion is regular, not only a little bit of explosion, but also so angry that Zhong Schumann retreats in the direction of the pavilion.

"Ha ————" The ghost figure pushed flat with his left palm in the sky, and a ribbon-like palm wind whistled out.

Shen Junxue couldn't help but be surprised, the ghost shadow Changkong was taught by the Divine Sword Villa, not only the swordsmanship was exquisite, but also the palm technique was also very attained.

This palm wind quickly urged a large area of dead grass and broken leaves to soar, and the blades of grass immediately turned into countless fierce and roaring hidden weapons to pursue Zhong Schumann.

As soon as Zhong Schumann's figure flashed into the pavilion, a terrible scene appeared.

The ghost shadow split a pure white and bright long-range sword light through the air, and the shape of this sword light was actually a thick "ghost" character.

The night was stormy, and ghosts flashed, which was really more terrifying than the appearance of real ghosts.

As soon as the word "ghost" hit the pavilion, the pavilion quickly collapsed, and in an instant, it turned into a pile of smoke-filled ruins.

It was a storm of swords and swords just now, but in the blink of an eye, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Murong Wan'er couldn't help but lose her voice and said, "Is there really no one who can go through ten moves under his sword?" ”

Xue Zhongqing sneered: "Do you think she fell?" ”

Murong Wan'er said, "Isn't she?" ”

As soon as the word "yes" came out, the ruins seemed to tremble slightly, and suddenly the pillars of the eight-sided pavilion that had collapsed bounced up from the pile of ruins, and there were five or six in one flick.

The stone pillar, which was hugged by one person, was now roaring towards the ghost sky as if by magic.

Some of these pillars fly fast, some fly slowly, some circl and fly, and some collide with each other, faintly as if they are some kind of formation.

This time, even Murong Tianyan was moved, and it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that He Rijun would come back like a ghost, but he didn't expect the internal strength to be so strong.

Not only that, but her attainments in hidden weapons are even more unique, and she simply used the stone pillar as a hidden weapon.

The ghost shadow roared in the sky and rose into the sky, seemingly breaking through the pillar array, but in fact, the sword light was flying, and all the pillars in the dance instantly turned into powder.

The smoke and dust spread out, and two petal-shaped blades stretched out from both ends of the peach blossom blade in the smoke, and the whole weapon was like Zhang He's "Xiaolou Listening to the Spring Rain One Night" and Shen Junxue's "Seven Killing Knives" flying in the air.

Although the momentum and image of the two famous weapons do not have the kind of terrifying magic, they are strange and dangerous when they fly, just because this peach blossom blade is drilled out of the ground and flies into the air to stir up the ghosts' feet in the sky.

The ghost shadow in the sky is even more dangerous, he holds the sword in both hands, hovering in the air, the sword seems to have become a pen in the hands of the literati, and the earth has become a blank paper, he hangs upside down in the air and flies to practice the pen.

For a time, there was a burst of white light on the halfway of the eight-sided slope, and the sound of gold and iron hitting was as dense as firecrackers.

Zhang He and the others were dizzy and their hearts were turbulent, such a grand decisive battle, perhaps the dynasty only had one time a year, and the skills of the two masters were impressive.

In fact, Zhang He and the others were still far away, and they didn't see the ghost shadow in the sky, and the sword marks on the ground were actually a poem:

"Ten years of fighting with a sword and holding thunder, once I heard Xiao Yu Xiaowei, I hated this body for a long time, and I didn't return to the sword in the eight-sided slope."

The sword he used was obviously a sword, so I don't know why he changed the word poem to the word "knife"? …,

It's just that these questions can't be thought about carefully, because after the last horizontal of the word "return" is written, that is, the sword blade is volleyed horizontally, and a large group of sword qi roars in.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the whole mountain seemed to be shaken.

Countless smoke, dust, mud, gravel, dead grass, broken wood, and maple leaves formed a chaos, and the outside world could not see the specific situation inside at all.

After a long time, the smoke cleared, the moonlight shone down, and the middle of the dry grassland was blown out of a deep crater with a diameter of more than 20 meters. Xue Zhongqing, who has always been above the top, gasped, even she couldn't believe that there were people in this dynasty whose skills were as high as this, this was simply a god-like existence.

She was surprised, but Zhang He's face was so cold that it could freeze, because at the edge of the pit, Zhong Shuman was half-kneeling on the ground and panting violently, her hair was messy, her clothes were torn, and the peach blossom cloak had been torn into seven or eight scattered strips of cloth.

In the face of such a fierce swordsmanship, she couldn't resist it.

The Right Envoy of Light sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's always a pity, it's always short-lived." ”

With a "snap", the ghost shadow had landed in the sky, and his steps were still so brisk, which proved that he still had a lot of strength to spare.

However, he did not pursue, but just looked at Zhong Schumann from a distance: "It seems that you have to admit defeat in this battle." ”

Zhong Schumann did not answer, perhaps unable to answer, because her violent wheezing sound would not sound normal to a person.

A person who has not suffered a serious internal injury will never be able to make such a breathing sound.

Ghost Shadow Changkong said: "But you are also very good, I didn't expect you to be alive after you took my "Twenty-One Ghost Shadow Slash". ”

He didn't seem to have the joy of victory, but was still a little sad, and he actually muttered to himself: "Although this dynasty is great, where can I find a second one for an opponent like you in the future?" Where can I find it......

His voice grew lower, and his sword drooped.

Seeing this situation, Xue Zhongqing didn't say much, and took the lead in performing light skills and swept towards the opposite side, and as soon as she moved, the others also moved.

By the time everyone arrived, the ghost shadow was still standing there in despair, and Zhong Shuman was still coughing violently, no one saw her face, but they all saw that the blood she coughed up had stained the ground red.

"Congratulations to the Ghost Hero." Shen Junxue smiled and arched her hand while stepping forward to congratulate.

But before she could take three steps, a strange laugh came from behind her: "Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The voice laughed intermittently, and it sounded creepy in the dead grass of the night.

Everyone was shocked, and when they turned around, they found that this was actually sent by Zhong Schumann, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Who says he won the battle?" Zhong Schumann's voice seemed to have changed, and it became thick and sandy.

This time, even the ghost shadow Changkong was surprised, because he found that Zhong Shuman didn't seem to be panting or coughing, and his voice gradually regained calm and confidence, but this timbre was ...... He couldn't tell what it was like, it sounded uncomfortable.

Zhang He was also stunned suddenly, this time Zhong Shuman was not beaten off the veil, but her face became the same as the last time in Beibingzhen, showing a miserable blue color, and this time even her eyes were glowing green, like a wolf in the forest turned its head.

"It's magic!" Shen Junxue reminded.

Of course, she didn't know that this was not a magic skill, but Zhong Schumann's unique secret medicine - "Peach Blossom Tribulation...... ）