Feng Ruyan took out a hundred and eight swords, and suddenly threw the long sword into the air. The peerless sword that had followed him for decades shattered into a piece of silver dust in the air. The Yue Nu Palace Master was already at an extreme disadvantage, as long as there was one more sword, he would be pierced through a transparent hole. In addition to escaping death, she wondered why Feng Ruhui gave up such a good opportunity to defeat the enemy in vain.

At this time, Feng Ruhui was unable to speak because of the surging blood in his body, he stretched out a finger and wrote the words "Reluctantly, see Hua" with difficulty on the sword table paved with hard bluestone slabs. The palace master of the Yue Nu immediately understood his intentions, and personally performed light skills to come to Tiandu Peak and pick up Hua Ziyan.

Seeing Hua Ziyan appear in front of him, the wind smiled like a blur, burst all over his body, turned into a sky full of blood powder, and scattered with the wind.

Hua Ziyan was heartbroken and fainted from crying on the spot.

Although in this game, the palace master of the Yue Nu could not be regarded as losing, she still kept her promise, personally escorted Hua Ziyan and Feng Ruyan's sword spectrum heart method down the mountain, and warned the people not to disturb the sword gate of Ailao Mountain.

In order to prevent the loss of the swordsmanship created by the late husband, Hua Ziyan returned to the Sword Gate of Ailao Mountain in Yunnan, passed on this set of swordsmanship to the doorman, and then committed suicide.

Since then, this set of swordsmanship and the poignant legends related to it have been passed down from generation to generation, and have been widely spread in the rivers and lakes. Because this set of swordsmanship can make people swing the sword at a frequency ten times the usual speed, and the time of each sword is only one-tenth of the usual swing of the sword, so it accounts for ten points. And the reluctance in the back is to commemorate the deep affection of Feng Ruhui who was about to die with the enemy, because he missed his beloved wife and endured the pain, and was reluctant to die immediately. So this set of swordsmanship has been spread in the world with a very reluctant name.

Because this set of swordsmanship is a martial art that dies with the enemy, it is extremely ruthless and fierce, and it hurts itself before hurting the enemy, so few people practice. Some people jokingly call this sword technique "wasp tail back needle", which means that once it is used, whether the enemy is killed or not, he will definitely die.

Unexpectedly, the Jiangnan Junzi Sword, who was deeply loved for his elegant demeanor, actually learned this swordsmanship that only a madman would learn.

"Wasp's tail needle! Mr. Luo really surprised me. Simon had a solemn look in his eyes.

"This set of swordsmanship, I originally intended to leave it to the undefeated East to enjoy. Now it is the same when it comes to the hall master. Lo Peixian's eyes showed a sharp and unparalleled look.

"Is there also an undefeated hanging red in the East here?" The Ruthless Hall Master raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked curiously.

"Yes." Lo Peixian took a big step forward, and with a loud bang, the stone slab in front of him sank deeply, leaving a deep footprint.

"What a guts. Even if it's me, I'm going to write you a word for service. Simon stood up with his sword and bowed.

Lo Peixian smiled proudly and bowed with his head held high.

"Mr. Luo, don't!" Mei Yuqing, Zhao Min and Jin Se Mixiang exclaimed in unison.

Luo Peixian smiled slightly and said, "The children of the Luo clan have long regarded life and death as leisure, so you don't have to mind. If you don't have this set of very reluctant swords, how can you stop the world-famous ruthless hall master. As soon as the words fell, a trace of essence shot out of his eyes, and he raised his head and roared. In the roar of breaking stones and piercing gold, the long sword in his hand was like a blessed artifact, leaping out of the purple bamboo scabbard, turning into a brilliant sword curtain, and rolling towards the Ruthless Hall Master like a sea of stars and rain.

The onlookers were stunned by this very reluctant sword gorgeous move like a fireworks display, as if they were under a spell, and they couldn't move at all.

"Good!" Ximen stabbed in praise, and the shining Qingfeng Sword swallowed out a cyan sword of about seven feet, and quickly shook left and right, turning into a cyan light curtain around his body, and facing Luo Peixian, who was attacking like a bamboo.

At this time, Luo Peixian could no longer remind people of his humble and elegant gentleman's appearance, but he seemed to be possessed by the god of war, his eyes were like fire, his eyebrows were angry, he walked with his sword, his wrists trembled, and he sent out waves of bright and dazzling sword waves. Only between breaths, he had already attacked the Ruthless Hall Master without any delay, and these eighty-one swords were as fast as a white horse passing through a gap, as fierce as a thunderbolt, stabbing straight and slashing, not leaving the middle and lower roads. The Ruthless Hall Master Qingfeng Sword was like a bronze wall, firmly blocking in front of him, and he took down the eighty-one swords one by one without giving up.

Luo Peixian roared sharply, his body was like a flying crane, soaring upward, and the long sword came down from above, covering the Ruthless Hall Master like a storm. Ximen Thorn didn't even have time to raise his head, and the Qingfeng sword went up, relying on the shocking kung fu of listening to the wind and distinguishing the shape, the sword pulled the flat flower, and connected Luo Peixian's other round of eighty-one swords from the bottom up.

The sound of the two swords striking each other is like bursting beans in oil, the interval is extremely short, continuous, if you listen to it from a distance, it is like a long sword sound. At the time of the last sword, the two swords struck each other again, and the sound of gold and iron was like a thunderbolt, and the sound spread for ten miles, and Luo Peixian turned his head behind the Ximen stun with a graceful hollow head. Ximen sneered, didn't turn back, and with a backhand sword, a green light seemed to have eyes, pointing directly at Luo Peixian's eyebrows.

Huo Ran, Qingmang dimmed when he was about to touch Luo Peixian. And Lo Peixian had already trembled with his long sword, and attacked again at a gallop. This time the attack was even more violent, he pierced the back of the sword, and the long sword in his hand was soaked with the pure internal force of his penance for decades, and it actually began to tremble and roar, emitting a hoarse and low sword sound. The terrifying sound of the sword muffled the sound of the long sword breaking through the air, making the sword move in his hand not only as fast as lightning, but also without a trace. Ximen Thorn was forced to no longer be able to calmly use the kung fu of listening to the wind to distinguish the shape, a whirlwind, the Qingfeng Sword was like the Xiaoxiang long sleeves of the Luoshui Goddess, swaying the sky with clear light, and the posture was graceful and graceful, which was dizzying.

Luo Peixian, who was like a red flame, and Ximen Thorn, who was a clear sword, each danced with a long sword, and collided with each other like lightning, and the sword light in the sky suddenly exploded as if it exploded, bursting out of blue and white light flames that were extremely gorgeous, making the eyes of the onlookers blind.

When everyone opened their eyes again, Simon and Lo Peixian had already switched places for each other, standing back to back. The breeze blows, adding a touch of sadness.

A faint and bitter smile appeared on Luo Peixian's face again, and the long sword swung into its sheath.

Simon stabbed the long sleeve of his right hand with a "boom", burst and scattered, turning into a butterfly-like fragment of a day, revealing his rather strong arm.

"It's a good set, and it's very reluctant to give up the sword. What a Lo Peixian. Simon sighed and said loudly.

"Luo would like to thank the hall master for his mercy." Lo Peixian snorted, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty. (To be continued.) )