"Good sword!"

Cai Jing, who was drinking, suddenly changed color and blurted out movingly.

He stood up suddenly, and most of the wine was poured out, unaware.

Because he really sees it very clearly.

It was a sword about four feet long, the sword body was narrow and snowy, and there seemed to be a layer of faint blue light attached to the snow, like a ripple blue wave, rippling, flickering in the light and extinguish.

The long sword was not drawn out, but flicked out, and the man only moved his right hand that was encircling him down slightly, and his index finger bent all the way, and with a silent knock on the scabbard at his waist, the sword was pulled out of its sheath upside down.

"Choke!"

The sword came out of the sheath first, and the sword chant followed out as if he was aware of it, and the clearer and crisper it was.

At this moment, the light of the stars and the moon seemed to be captured by this sword light that came out of nowhere, which was breathtaking and eye-catching.

Not only did Cai Jing stand up, but among the masters of Cai Mansion, they saw that six of them all had changed their faces, and they stabbed at the uninvited guest who drew their swords with their fingers, it was indeed a stab, because each of them had a sword in their hands.

Seven Peerless Divine Sword.

Exactly seven.

These seven people, each of them has a sword in their name, Sword God, Sword Immortal, Sword Demon, Sword Monster, Sword Ghost, Sword Demon, and finally Luo Sleep, who is just a "sword" word.

Not only did these seven people shoot, but there was also one person.

This man is also on the roof.

Under the bright moon, out walked a thin and tall man, gray backpack man, this person's face was pale and gray, and when the moonlight appeared, it was like painting a layer of wall ash, but his eyes were even more terrifying.

It was lifeless, without any popularity, gloomy and lonely, just like a dead man who had been buried in the soil for three or four months and then dug up, and besides, the way he looked at anyone was like looking at a dead person, which made people shudder.

This person is very ugly, his facial features are already ugly, his mouth is wide and his nose is flat, but the corner of his nose is missing, as if he has been cut off by some sharp weapon.

As he walked out, he was already untying the burden on his shoulders, and his exposed left hand was suddenly missing two fingers, and his tail finger and ring finger were broken.

This person, of course, is the seventh in the world.

He unwrapped his burden slowly and carefully, just as he untied the knot.

Over there, "Luo Sleeping" was already yelling and drinking.

He rarely speaks, because most of his everything has been occupied by the sword, and he can't tolerate anything else, and even sleeps and practices the sword in his dreams, so he has achieved a superb swordsmanship, unique in the rivers and lakes, and even unique; But now, he was already frightened, angry and vicious, and his eyes were like two powerful cold fireworks, which burst into dazzling brilliance in an instant.

And the reason for all this is because if he doesn't open his mouth now, he is afraid that he will not be able to open his mouth from now on.

He is raising his spirit, he is fighting, he is fighting the enemy.

He has already discovered the terrible person in front of him, extremely terrifying, this is a great enemy, and it is a strong enemy, I am afraid that in terms of skill, it may not be comparable to the Yuan Thirteen Limits he has seen, but with this sword alone, it is undoubtedly a rare sword in the world, and it is a sword that has reached the pinnacle.

Moreover, his six senior brothers have also come to help.

He was the one who made the move.

But when he saw this sword light, his right leg was already tense, straight as a sword, from bottom to top, like a sword lifted, wanting to remove the green rainbow in front of him that was traversing his eyes, dismantling it.

But when he saw the empty hilt, his face changed again.

This sword, no one actually holds it.

But the momentum of this sword is already faster than he has ever seen before, like a meteor rushing shadow, unstoppable.

Electrifying and flint.

Luo Sleep rushed forward, his hand was still stabbing, and his leg was also chopping, slashing on the wisp of green rainbow.

The sword deflected abruptly.

"Sting!"

Luo slept and felt a pain in his cheeks, Qingmang flew by, and a string of blood beads was brought out, spilling drips, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that was like a sword piercing out was even more urgent, and went straight to Su Qing's neck.

Very decisive, not aggressive.

"Luo sleeping? Good! ”

Su Qing praised without hesitation.

You must know that all his means are to kill with one blow, one blow can not be killed, and the next blow is only to be killed, looking at the opponents he has encountered, Yan Maniac, Bai Choufei, seventh in the world, hard work and resentment, and some famous, unknown, which one is not a moment to see victory and defeat life and death, but there are very few who can really die with one blow, or even undefeated.

Luo Mian flew and stabbed, as if he had to meet an enemy, the edge was sharper, the qi was more fierce, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

His hand was closer to Su Qing, one foot, half a foot, seven inches......

Seeing that he is about to succeed and make contributions.

But, the buzz flickered.

He saw a long, narrow blade with a one-sided blade, suddenly bubbling from the bottom to the top, impartial, and the blade stood up, which had lightly blocked his sword.

Su Qing held the scabbard and scabbard steady, and the upturned thumb had not yet been withdrawn.

Seeing that the blow failed to make a difference, Luo Meng immediately retreated.

It was at this time.

On the roof, the burden of the seventh shoulder in the world has been untied.

Thousands of golden rays burst out, stabbing at Su Qing in unison, as if there were thousands of suns hidden in the package.

His best blow, a fatal blow, in exchange, but Su Qing didn't even look at it, and the sword light turned, like a flower, and all the thousand golden lights were scattered.

Also at this time.

The six swords had already stabbed towards Su Qing.

These six people, they not only have names, but also names, they are, "Sword God" Wen Huo Rolling, "Sword Immortal" Wu Struggle, "Sword Demon" Sun Yijiu, "Sword Demon" Liang is sad, "Sword Ghost" Yu is tired, and "Sword Monster" He is sad.

In fact, without them, many people say that perhaps the prestige of "Luo Sleeping" would be even greater.

But their swords hadn't stabbed yet.

"Watch your back!"

Some people were already drinking and exclaiming, and their tones were very unbelievable, still trembling.

Behind?

Those who were attacking Su Qing were stunned, what could they have behind them?

There are swords.

It was the green rainbow, the green rainbow that almost killed Luo, like a streamer shooting out, and now, it turned back like a streamer, and the long sword kept moving, like a swallow returning to the nest.

Only in a scream.

Qinghong walked through the "sword ghost" Yu Yu's chest from back to front, leaving a blood hole, which was gently inserted into one hand.

Sword ghost, what the hell is this.

And that's not all.

The sword is in hand, and the knife is unsheathed.

Everyone saw that the person who had not moved was now floating straight up against the wind, the sword was bright, the shadow of the sword was floating, and his arms were stretched out.

I have seen two big heads, with stunned, stunned, and incredulous eyes, staring wide, and throwing them high.

There were two more headless bodies on the ground.

Between the cavities and throats, there was a blood mist splattering like a fountain of blood.

However, the strength under their feet was not yet gone, and they still ran six or seven steps before falling to the ground, holding their swords.

In just a short moment, there are four people left in the Seven Absolute Divine Sword.

And Su Qing swept up four or five feet, turning back from the air like an eagle falcon, and the long sword seemed to stab obliquely at the old man standing in front of the door of the hall.

Cai Jing.

The castration of the long sword is very fast, like a star traversing, like a meteor falling from the sky.

"Protect Xiangye!"

The others even recovered from the shock and rushed towards Su Qing, blocking it.

Cai Jing was already retreating in panic.

He staggered back, but how could he pass the sword quickly, and he was about to die under the sword.

But it's in plain sight.

The long sword in Su Qing's hand stopped, and the sword momentum stopped sharply.

On the tip of Qing Han Xueliang's sword, there were two more fingers at this moment, and two slender and powerful fingers actually clamped his sword and blocked his sword.

But what is even more frightening is that these two fingers are stretched out by an old man.

Cai Jing's fingers.

This power-leaning Cai Xiang is actually a top master who is not visible?

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