As soon as the good word came out, the sword had already pierced out.

The two people watching the battle didn't see how he drew his sword at all, but just stabbed, and the sword light was already staring at the person's throat.

The sword went very fast, and one person swept very quickly, his man never moved from head to chest, but he flew very quickly, as if the whole person had no weight, and after taking a step forward, the distance between the two seemed to disappear suddenly.

The sword flashed, and the blade was close in front of him.

The gist of Dugu Jiujian is only to attack and not defend, take advantage of the void to enter, and the last to come.

But in the face of this forced sword light, he only attacked but did not defend, took advantage of the void to enter, and the gist of the last to come first was also defeated.

In an instant, the seven swords came out in a row, and the wind cleared and retreated, raised his hand and waved, and with a wave, seven swords also appeared, and the seven swords opened seven swords.

Tian Boguang and Ling Huchong both held their breath and stared at the arena. They knew that this sword fight would be earth-shattering, and perhaps they would see it once in their lives.

The sword light is surrounding, the wind is blowing, the sword light is imminent, and the sword wind is striking.

They retreated again and again, until they reached the mouth of the cave.

And in the battle, the two of them fought faster and faster, and the compelling sword wind, gently gone, had destroyed the green leaves of the lonely old tree falling one after another, and the two swords touched, and the heavens and the earth were full of desolation and murder.

Any iron sword was swung out against the wind, but before the sword arrived, the brilliant sword light had broken the cold wind!

Feng Qing raised his sword and made a sudden move, and the horizontal sword was slashed, stopping the fast sword again. As soon as he raised his hand and waved his sword, it didn't seem to be very mysterious, but it was a sword that blocked all kinds of sword moves in the world, and intercepted any attack in the world with one wave.

The defensive position is tight and seamless, which can be described as a sword that turns the enemy into an invisible move.

When the battle was in full swing, the two swords touched again, and the two suddenly retreated.

Feng Qingyang's expression was very surprised, and he was surprised: "What a fast thirteen swords." ”

Arbitrarily said: "But you are calm." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "With your swordsmanship, it can be said that you are the only swordsman you have ever seen in Feng's life, and this grade is already very good...... No, it's time to say something terrible! ”

"I'm a confident person, and confident people are always proud, and proud people are often a little stingy." Arbitrarily shook his head and sighed lightly: "I don't like you to talk to me in this tone, as if I am not as good as you, do you think you can win?" ”

Feng Qingyang smiled for a moment, was stunned, and said, "What a self-confidence, what a pride, what a stingy boy." As soon as the words fell, he finished speaking, and brought up his sword skills.

The Shocking Thirteen Styles couldn't help him, but this time he rushed to attack, and after the sword light swept up, it was already dense like a strong rain, flying out.

This swordsmanship is the sword-breaking style in the Dugu Nine Swords, cracking the swordsmanship of all sects and factions in the world.

Seeing such swordsmanship, the two of them were stunned and couldn't get off their tongues.

Who dares to stop such a swordsmanship? Who doesn't retreat?

But arbitrarily faced the sword light...... Raising his sword, the swordsmanship suddenly changed, and then he struck, he abandoned the earth-shattering thirteen styles, because these thirteen swords were not earth-shattering enough, so there will never be these thirteen styles of swordsmanship in the future.

Some are the length of a thousand swords, and a thousand swordsmanship that turns the clouds and rain.

Arbitrarily out of the sword, the sword moves have also changed, not only fast, but his swordsmanship also has great power, great killing power, and great absolute power.

Feng Qing was taken aback again, but the sword momentum was more than that, and the blades of the two had not yet touched, but it seemed that Mr. had changed.

Their bodies were very fast, and the changes born in the sword light were even faster, because before they could fall in one move, the sword move would conjure up countless changes.

When the sword edge touched, the sword light suddenly filled the sky.

The sound of gold and iron is endless, and it continues, and the sparks that rub out are like thousands of points, and the two of them are like being trained by countless horses to swim and shuttle, from head to toe, from top to bottom, even the heart, throat and other fatal places, have also been rubbed by the sword light several times.

Even if they couldn't understand it, the danger that was exposed on the surface and was only less than one in ten still made Ling Hu Chong and Tian Boguang shed a cold sweat and were cold.

Changing at will is the highest realm in swordsmanship.

Twenty changes passed in an instant, and there were twenty changes in one sword, and each of them had so many changes, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them had several swords to fight.

Unbelievable speed, unspeakable horror.

One person uses a sword technique that can break the world's sword technique, while the other person's sword that turns the clouds and rain is an unbreakable sword technique.

Flying into the sky at will, the iron sword also turned into a flying rainbow, a thousand types of swords recruited in the heart, accepted in oneself, carried in the hand, so that the sword, people and swords are one, the sword light from below, desolate! It's also gorgeous!

Feng Qingyang stretched out his right hand, and the sword blade met the Feihong sword light, and suddenly the double swords turned into countless lights and shadows, flying out from the two of them. The changes in the swordsmanship of the two, as well as the ability to adapt, are enough to shock the souls of others!

Within a radius of a few zhang, they were all shrouded in sword light, except for them, no matter who they were, no matter who they were, they didn't seem to be able to get close to Fang Cun.

The cold air was broken by the sword wind, and the sound of the wind was also covered by the sound of the sword, only to hear the sound of "ding", sparks splashed, and the two separated again.

"Hahahaha, good, good, good!"

The laughter came into the cold wind, sent thousands of miles away, echoed endlessly, the wind was so happy that he laughed loudly, the laughter did not fall, and he rose up again, and then went down, picked up the long sword in his hand, and swept it away.

The two were five feet apart, and they didn't move.

When he reached Sizhang, he slowly closed his eyes...... He's going to do one thing, fusion!

The sword technique of turning clouds and rain is fused into a sword of one style, which is a thousand and one style of clouds and rain.

People do not move, do not sound, and do not open their eyes.

Only two feet later, he was still frozen there and did not move, others thought he was admitting defeat, but Feng Qingyang saw the difference, and that proud confidence was still there.

In the end, Arbitrary suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and sent out the sword.

I saw a sword light flying straight forward, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow passing through the sky. Feng Qingyang only felt a sharp aura that was sharp and devastating, and he was forced to come over, and his eyes suddenly widened......

There is no change, there is no change in this sword, not even the aftermath.

He seems to have dissolved everything into this sword, turning over the clouds and rain a thousand and one styles, combining the essence of the previous thousand styles of swordsmanship with killing moves, it is not without changes, it is the wind that Qingyang can't see its changes.

This is the last form, this is the last sword, and this sword is arbitrarily named "one".

The speed of this sword, the wonder of this sword, the absoluteness of this sword, can no longer be described in words, and when it is fast, strange and absolutely at the same time, it suddenly becomes extremely beautiful.

Beautiful things are often just a flash in the pan, fleeting; It is often the most beautiful thing that hides the most terrible things......

The same goes for this sword!

Its beauty makes all beings lose their minds, and its beauty makes all things lose their color!

This sword makes people feel like they are in a trance, as if they can capture people's souls...... And it was in a trance that the iron sword in his hand was against the throat of the wind Qingyang.

Both swords have stopped.

"I lost!"

Hearing this, Tian Boguang and Ling Hu Chong came back to their senses, and the two of them stared at each other with wide eyes, and at the same time thought, is there any ecstasy and intimidating energy in that sword light?

Otherwise, why did they lose their minds?!

The sword was put down, and the wind was still feeling the lingering palpitations that had not subsided or subsided for a long time. He saw more than the two of them, the brilliant sword light made everything discolored, and the flawless, flawless sword moves, this made people lose their minds.

In the face of an unbreakable, unavoidable, irresistible, and invincible sword, who is not disheartened by it, and who is not discouraged by it?