Swords intersect again.

Wan Longke almost vomited blood, there seemed to be countless long swords screaming and slashing on Zhou's body, tearing out blood marks on the bare skin of his body, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but withdraw his strength and retreated violently.

The pavilion next to it has been turned to powder.

Wan Longke, the master of Wupin Incense, who is strong in strength and domineering in sword skills, was defeated in a head-to-head confrontation.

He was already extremely embarrassed, but Honghui, who was still far away from him, was even more embarrassed, and his sword robe was stained with blood, but it was even more joyful and hearty!

"Hahaha, happy, happy!"

The man seemed fearless, leaning on his sword and laughing.

Wan Longke couldn't help but take a step back, his heart shook, and his eyes were almost stung by the sharpness of the middle-aged man in front of him.

This hardly looks like a middle-aged man who is about to be bent over with life, sect, and responsibilities.

Eyebrows flying.

Haohao's sword light soared into the sky, Honghui's laughter stopped suddenly, and the sword was clasped in his right hand, and there was a fierce killing machine in the world, and several people around him only felt that their scalps were numb, and they almost instinctively wanted to retreat.

In the long whistle, the wide sword like a large vertebrae hissed and roared.

There is also a violent sword light, such as thunder rushing to the sky, and the magnificence comes.

The crowd's eyes widened.

Honghui pressed his sword, his eyes were fierce.

What he held in his hand was not the Heavenly Dragon Bone that accompanied him to fame back then, nor was it the Yunxiao Sword that he had received from his master when he was sixteen years old, it was just a Heavenly Sword Gate standard long sword.

The disciples in the door have all the internal skills of the swordsmanship, and if one of them has to enter the hall, they will be given by the sect, and the ancient method is made, which is sharp and sophisticated.

The sword in his hand was two points more slender.

The sword trembled slightly, and the rich sword light that seemed to splash the sky converged, but it was quietly entering the water, the sword blade trembled, the left hand pinched the sword fingers, and the long sword in the right hand stabbed straight forward.

Silver light fell.

Wang Anfeng instantly fell in front of several five people, beside him was Hong Feibai, and his fellow disciples were all following behind him, and the ordinary sword sect disciples were already in a panic at this time, but Hong Feibai was still calm.

The beautiful woman who had lost her soul before pursed her lips at this time, didn't say a word, just followed behind Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the sect.

It should also be the place where Honghui is located at this time.

Along the way, you can see the masters of all factions lying on the ground, all of them are hard hands who can call out their names within a hundred miles nearby, but they only died because of a sword mark on their throats.

There were occasional omissions, and he still attacked the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect without knowing this matter, but he was far from being the opponent of Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, and they were all stabbed to death on the road.

Hongfei raised his eyes and looked at the green mountain shadows in the distance, and the sky was full of clouds, looking peaceful and quiet.

It was already very close to the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Not far ahead, there was a pavilion at the foot of the mountain, where he used to play with his sister and practice swords when he was a child.

With pain in his eyes, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and strode in the direction of the mountain gate, but at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly roared, and its sound was terrible, like a mournful roar.

Behind him, the disciples jumped out of their swords with their swords.

Wang Anfeng held the long sword that also roared, and suddenly raised his eyes to look, his eyes widened in an instant, and among the black pupils, the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the extremely pure and bright sword light flowed by, slowly dissipating.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were dumbfounded:

"This ......"

"Did the old man make a move?"

The beautiful woman's figure shook, almost falling, but she stood firm, clenched her teeth, showed the appearance of the peak master's wife, gritted her teeth, and said:

"Keep walking."

"Yes, Master......"

The disciples responded, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, looked at the stunning sword light and shadow, and clenched the sword in his hand, he himself is a six-rank swordsman, he has seen more things, and the strength of the flowing sword intent cannot be cut by Honghui a few days ago.

I recalled the "reward" that Honghui said today.

I see......

I see!

His heart shook unspeakably, he clenched his sword, and he and Hongfeibai and his party quickened their pace, and hurried along the road in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

"Good, sword, ......"

The head of the Tiger Sword Sect, who was burly and aggressive, looked at the long sword that pierced his heart, and his face showed admiration and emotion, and he fell backwards into the sky and buried himself in the snow.

The famous broadsword of the famous side was stuck upside down.

The rest of the people present were all heartbroken, and they wanted to turn around and run, but at this time, the qi machine was entangled, and at this time, no matter who dared to move, they would usher in a sword light that was no worse than the sword just now.

Honghui coughed twice, his body was already visibly weak, but he did not retreat in the slightest, as if in his past twenty-three years, he had never been so happy.

Honghui's face was still cold and hard, and he said:

"Who's next? Or, come along?"

The long sword in his hand turned slightly, and the man's face was already indifferent, and before those people could respond, he had already laughed, stepped forward with his sword, and said:

"Well, I'll do it first."

The sword light flashed, and they were all the most basic swordsmanship in the Heavenly Sword Sect, but these basic swordsmanship bloomed with unparalleled power in the hands of the swordsman who put down the sword heart for twenty-three years and picked it up again.

The sword move is just external, and the important thing is the sword intent that flows inside, and it lies in the person holding the sword.

Tianjian Gate Honghui, a thousand days stopped.

A long way.

The sword intent was strong, and it became more and more violent and high.

It's impossible to hide.

The Heavenly Sword Gate was located at the top of this mountain, and suddenly a bright sword light lit up, followed by four streamers, and then like a fierce tiger with a furious protector, it tore open the heavens and the earth at a terrifying speed, and galloped downward.

Hundreds of zhang away, Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai took the lead, stepped over the cliff, and saw the collapsed pavilion, the fallen masters of the rivers and lakes, and the bright sword light.

Wan Longke's complexion had changed greatly, and at this time, they no longer cared about any qi traction, and they couldn't care about retreating, they just gave up resistance and fled frantically into the distance.

The melodious sound of the sword sounded.

The sword light in the Heavenly Sword Gate converged, and five people appeared, the leader had white hair, looked down, his face was full of sorrow, Hong Feibai stopped, clenched the broken sword, his body could not be controlled, and trembled slightly.

From time to time, there is a sword aura, the heaven and the earth are plain white as snow, the white-haired person holds a sword, and the sword robe is stained with blood.

Heroic and angry, playing the sword to compose this song.

Honghui laughed and said:

"Everyone in the world says that the Heavenly Sword Qi is exhausted."

"I will use this sword today to fight for my heavenly sword for ten years!"

One life, one sword.

The sword has not been unsheathed for twenty-three years.

Micro-shock to the wrist.

Both for the swordsman, when the following, gram on.

Then a sharp sword roar rose into the sky, dispersing the sea of light and clouds......

PS: Already collapsed (눈_눈)

It started with the Yuanda notice a few days ago, and has been revised until now, and I am physically and mentally exhausted

Tomorrow's update, ladies and gentlemen, may I still be alive......