It's just that the eyes of the public gradually became strange, because the cross kill displayed by Yun Qianyu was not the same as the cross kill in the cross sword of the Divine Sword Sect.

The white-clothed woman with flying clothes was covered with a light veil on her face, and her exposed eyes were as clear as autumn water, and many people noticed that her eyes did not change when she was killing, and she was completely the cold eyes of the murderer.

There is only one silver sword, and there are seven or eight smoky white swords, like a sunflower, the tip of the sword is facing Gu Lingyuan, although Gu Lingyuan is embarrassed, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, as the saying goes, it is okay to die at night, and Gu Lingyuan is getting more and more excited to see the real Thousand Feather Divine Sword.

Yun Qianyu slashed down with a sword in his left hand, the black-clothed young man blocked with a horizontal sword, and a woman dressed in white with a jade-like luster let go of the sword in her left hand, and the white sword shadow floated there, and many swords floated in front of him, which one to grasp, and the sword that was not used still moved according to the original trajectory like a soul.

The woman's right hand with a faint expression was another sword up, Gu Lingyuan defended again in embarrassment, and the woman casually touched a sword in the air and swept again.

The beautiful figure in white clothes is full of suspended swords on the left and right in front of him, messy but beautiful, the idle figure is like pinching flowers and reaching out again and again to grab the sword, touching the sword on the left and sweeping it to the right, slashing down when it touches the sword above, and stabbing forward when it is caught in front of him.

One move and one sword, the messy space is full of suspended sword shadows, time seems to be frozen, and the figure walking in it is fishing for the sword with the demand, and after a move, it no longer cares where the sword is, or holding the sword in the left hand, or pinching it with the right hand, or both hands.

After the Thousand Feather Excalibur Cross Kill is cast, the sword blade is left to right, right to left, up and down, sometimes left and right to close together, or open out together, the most ferocious move is the cross, one hand up and down, one hand left and right.

Looking at the various swords suspended in the air, Gu Lingyuan was already exhausted, and he reluctantly pinched a trick, and his true qi broke out of his body, he wanted to use the strongest sword, and he was not afraid of defeat, but Junzilou's face still could not be lost, and the last sword must be amazing, and it must show the heritage of the holy land of the sword.

"A gentleman's sword."

Before anyone noticed, the ghosts of many people appeared on the eaves on both sides of the street, young or old, but all of them were people with huge breaths.

The Thousand Feather Divine Sword appeared, these words are like the most delicious bait in the pond, almost all the big fish in the capital have come, as long as it is a martial artist, no one does not want to see what the Thousand Feather Divine Sword looks like.

Many martial arts elders agree that the champion Hou of the year is proficient in the Thousand Feather Divine Sword, but no one has ever fought against it, and some people may have seen it on the battlefield, but either they just look at their backs, or they will die under this swordsmanship, and no one has seen the Thousand Feather Divine Sword over the years.

At this time, looking at the white-clothed figure below, countless people's eyes narrowed into a line, everyone knew that as long as this girl who was as beautiful as the ice lotus of the snow-capped mountains did not die young, then in another ten years, she would amaze the whole world, even if her name would spread to every corner of the martial artist after today.

"What do you think of the gentleman's sword?" A hoarse voice that sounded like a corpse opening floated over the eaves.

Someone on the side said, "Old thing, you're not dead yet?" ”

The hoarse voice said again: "If you say anything, you will have to burn the paper on your grave before you die." ”

"Okay, I've been fighting for a lifetime, and most of my body is buried in the ground." A feminine voice came from the direction of the palace, and all the figures on both sides of the street looked up in that direction, but no one on the street below heard it.

This is the strength of Mahayana, although the division of Mahayana depends on attack power, but the attack power is the use of internal force, and the sound is transmitted to the ears of every locked person through internal force, which is not something that every Mahayana can do.

This is also the strength of this palm print eunuch who guards the palace to show everyone, and use his strength to warn all restless people, this is the imperial city, and the palace is in the middle, not a place where Xiaoxiao is wild.

Zhou Nu, the top of the killer list.

A figure dressed in red-clothed clothes came from afar, like a ghost and elf in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, with the back of his hands behind his back, his feet moving forward without moving, and his white hair floating in the wind like algae in the water.

Everyone looked frightened, but the top of the red-clothed and white-haired killer list stopped in the air, and did not fall, just suspended in the air like a ghost, making the corners of many old guys' eyes jump, they knew that Zhou Nu was strong again.

"A gentleman's sword is the strongest sword in the world, and cross killing is not like a trick in the world." Zhou Nu said softly.

No one responded, and I don't know if everyone agrees or someone who doesn't agree and dare not refute it.

It was like a response to Zhou Nu's words, and the battle below was a touch.

The gentleman passed by with a sword, and the beauty was killed.

The sound of the sword landing pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality, the white-clothed masked figure slowly retracted his hand, the sword shadow suspended in the air disappeared, the white dragon sword returned to the scabbard, and the black-clothed Gu Lingyuan fell to his knees, his right hand bleeding profusely.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Zhou Nu's eyes were like tears in her eyes, her plain white hands clapped gently, and she muttered in her mouth: "Wonderful, wonderful, the most exciting battle in thirty years, the cross was won." ”

Zhou Nu didn't control her voice, everyone on the street looked up in horror, only to see the strange figures on the rooftops on both sides of the street, their eyes like candles, eagerly looking at the white-clothed figures on the street.

What's even more panicked is the figure suspended in the air, Zhou Nu, with long hair dragging, he is crying.

No one knows why he cried, but there were a few old people who thoughtfully for thirty years, a very sensitive time for the empire, cross killing, and the last person to master him was the champion Hou Bai Du'e.

The red-clothed figure disappeared in an instant, and the street suddenly became noisy.

The people on the roof whispered, asking about the white-clothed woman portal below, and many of them were silent after knowing that they were from the Snow Rain Mountain Villa.

The streets were noisy, some people shouted that the Thousand Feather Divine Sword was invincible, and some people shouted that the gentleman's sword was not bad, but Gu Lingyuan's internal strength was slightly worse and he couldn't show it well.

Some people are also curious about why Zhou Nu is here, how strong he is now, why he can be suspended in the air without strength, his hair seems to be growing again, and it has become glowing from white, what does his words and tears mean, why do he cry because of him, is it related to something about the champion Hou back then.

"Sun Qimiao, this old naughty boy, I still think he is wise and foolish all these years, and he plays the world, but I didn't expect it to be so unreliable." A tall, thin man said indignantly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately responded, and for a while, the reputation of Sun Qi Temple, the head of the Divine Sword Sect, stinked again.

A chivalrous woman on the side said disdainfully: "It's a shame that he has the face to say the name of the cross sword because the imitation of the cross kill in the new exercise method is the best, do you think his cross kill and this girl's cross kill are the same thing?" ”

"It's a ghost, bigger than the difference between me and Qiu Gongzi, at first glance I thought it was Qiu Chan, but I didn't expect it to be my Qiu Pig." A big fat man like Maitreya Buddha squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to compare the cross kills of the Divine Sword Sect twice.

"Hahaha......"

Immediately, the crowd laughed, and an old man who looked like a hunter suddenly pointed at a man and said, "Aren't you from the Divine Sword Sect?" What do you say about the current situation where your head is thicker than the city walls? ”

The crowd suddenly looked away, and the man walked through the crowd with a red face, obviously ashamed of the boss's behavior.

The figures on the eaves also disappeared, from where they went back and forth.

There were also a few people in the long street with miserable faces, because their companions were in a hurry to play, and it was already cold at this time.

Gu Lingyuan in the field looked at his right wrist blankly, his eyes were full of confusion, there was a deep wound there, which directly cut off the meridians on his hand, and the physique of the martial arts practitioner was strong, and the wound had coagulated and not bled at this time.

He didn't know what to do, so he just picked it up, and he basically couldn't bear the weight in this life, and the hands of the people who practiced swords couldn't hold the sword, so the thirteen disciples of Junzilou were a waste who couldn't use the sword.

Behind him, the woman in white turned around to him, looked straight at his hand with her eyes down, and after a long time stretched out her hand, holding a small note in her hand.

Gu Lingyuan, who had red eyes, slowly raised his head, and in just a little time, his neck was a little stiff, and after moving his mouth, a hoarse voice came out of his throat, and Mu Ne said, "What?" ”

"Our son gave it to you." Yun Qianyu stretched out his hand to straighten the veil, and gently adjusted the position of the crown, which was a little messy in the battle just now.

Gu Lingyuan stayed for a long time before he stiffly reached out to catch the note.

Yun Qianyu turned around and left, a corpse blocked the way on the road, so she stepped over without changing her face, and a passerby on the side blushed, he was a friend of the dead man, and said angrily:

"Is it true that a man is dead and cannot even get the last respect? Gu Lingyuan, you don't kill him, you don't leave anyone who goes up to help him, you are from Xueyu Mountain Villa and have learned the Thousand Feather Divine Sword, and in the end, you are still bullying the soft and afraid of the hard? ”

In the eyes of everyone, the girl in white who was called the nine-pointed bright moon by Qiu Gongzi turned her head with a cold face, flicked her finger at the person who spoke, and suddenly a broadsword made of internal force pointed directly at the man.

Seeing that the man who opened his mouth was about to die under this sword, a kind monk on the side helped him block it, and the two of them were surging with anger, and there was more fear in their eyes when they looked at Yun Qianyu.

Yun Qianyu, who raised his feet and left after flicking his fingers, took two steps and turned his head and said: "What kind of revenge will be avenged, he sent someone to provoke, so I picked on his tendons, and the dead person attacked me for no reason, so he naturally deserved to die." ”

The woman in white glanced around coldly: "Don't look for trouble, you are not people, just a life, which can only be regarded as a number." ”

Suddenly, the crowd looked at each other angrily, but the veiled woman walked away without looking back, obviously not taking anyone in her eyes.

Gu Lingyuan, who was kneeling on the ground and staring at the small note in his hand for a long time, opened the note with one hand, and after seeing the words on it, the black-clothed young man spurted out a mouthful of blood directly.

"Yun Tombsheng, you bastard."

The roaring young man slammed his fist on the ground, and the note read: "Now that you know the consequences of provoking my Yun Tomb, remind you to be careful, don't mess around outside in this life, you don't listen." ”