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Except for the grandiose attack at the martial arts conference, there was silence on Dongting Lake.

The moonlight brushed the water, like the falling feathers of a waterfowl, and did not cause any ripples. The surface of the lake is also like a huge piece of glass, absorbing the moonlight, and then slowly releasing it from the deepest depths, the lake surface is shining with brilliance, reflecting each other, and the light is shining, illuminating the ice and snow of people's hearts and gallbladders, just like being in the unstained dust of the Styx River under the earth.

Ling Baohe looked up at the cold moonlight, as if he was stupid, and he didn't know that Guo Ao was following behind. Gradually, the boat sailed to the south bank of Dongting, and a lotus flower was swinging. In late autumn, the lotus leaves have withered, leaving only the dry yellow branches and stems, and the roots are erect, like the ancient battlefield after the fierce war.

The sound of the waves gradually decreased, Ling Baohe's boat stopped, and he suddenly said: "Follow secretly, this is not Guo Jianshen's style." ”

Guo Ao smiled bitterly. It turned out that he had been aware of it a long time ago, but he was silent, and he didn't say it until this time, which was really hateful.

Now that he has seen through it, there is no need to hide anything. Guo Ao jumped up and jumped onto Ling Baohe's boat. The light skill of chasing the cicada in eight steps is wonderful, and the boat only sinks slightly, not shaking.

Ling Baohe showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said lightly: "Guo Jianshen has followed him all the way, but what are his intentions?" ”

Guo Ao said coldly: "The Tianluo Sect has always been sneaky, let me see what conspiracy you want to perform." ”

Ling Baohe smiled: "The lake is empty, what kind of conspiracy can I perform?" ”

Guo Ao snorted and said, "Then why didn't you enter the venue, but you came here?" ”

The smile on Ling Baohe's face moved slightly, he looked at Guo Ao, and said slowly: "We are all learning swords. ”

Guo Ao didn't answer coldly.

Ling Baohe was not angry, and said: "The sword is more expensive than sincerity, I don't hide it from you, I do have a conspiracy - look at your feet." ”

Guo Ao didn't bow his head, he just poked his sword qi down, but his brows couldn't help jumping. The side of the ship was pitch black, inconspicuous in the moonlight, but the sword qi probed down, but was shocked to find that the side of the ship was actually alive, this startled, hurriedly looked down, but saw the wind and twist under the feet, the side of the ship under the feet, was actually composed of countless extremely thin and long black snakes. When those snakes saw Guo Ao bowing their heads, they raised their heads and spit out letters. Sizzle.

Guo Ao's sword qi spurted down, slashing across those snakes, and his body burst into flames, flashing to the top of the black peng. Those snakes don't know what kind of alien species they are, Guo Ao's sword aura is so strong, but he only cut off three or four, and the fishy smell overflows when he lands, choking Guo Ao out of breath.

Ling Baohe saw Guo Ao dodging in embarrassment, and couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter: "These snakes are the treasures of the Tianlong Department, called the black line chasing the wind, they can walk like flying in the water, and the Chinese people will die." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, a black-threaded snake with white lines under its neck jumped up and flew straight into his hand. As soon as he reached his hand, the serpent immediately became extremely tame, and gently lay down on his arm, and from time to time stretched out a red letter, as if to flatter.

Ling Baohe raised his right hand, clasped his five fingers, and said, "As long as I play the Dragon Control Heavenly Sound, it will immediately be able to take a bite on your leg." If dozens of snakes bit together just now, several sword gods would also die! ”

Guo Ao was silent.

Ling Baohe said: "But I don't want to deal with you like this, because ...... I also want to see if the Wuyang Sword is strong, or the Qinghe Sword is strong! ”

He threw away the black thread snake, slowly raised his hand, a pool of autumn water in his hand unfolded, and the Qinghe Sword pointed at Guo Ao on the top of the black peng, the murderous aura completely spread, and in the wave storm, all the dry lotus around was urged to fall!

"Draw your sword! Let me see how your swordsmanship has improved since you abandoned the Dancing Sun Sword! ”

Although Guo Ao was standing on the top of the canopy and Ling Baohe was standing on the board, Ling Baohe had a condescending posture when he spoke. His arrogance, his coldness, and his peerlessness are so shining under this watery moonlight, and there is a kind of brilliance that is impossible to see.

Guo Ao looked at his hands, he no longer had a sword, he only had these hands. Can these hands be able to compete with the eleventh sword in the world?

After losing the master of Changkong, the Dancing Yang Sword was only ranked twelfth!

Guo Ao slowly raised his head: "The sword is here." ”

Ling Baohe said leisurely: "Where is the sword?" ”

Guo Ao was silent for a while, and the moonlight illuminated Ling Baohe more luxuriously, but it made him more down. The eleventh and twelfth rankings are enough to make them incomprehensible enemies, because most of the previous rankings were old people who had not left the rivers and lakes for a long time.

His gaze shot to Qinghe's sword: "The sword is in your hand." ”

Ling Baohe's gaze shrank suddenly, and he suddenly burst into a wild laugh.

The sword is in the opponent's hand!

What arrogance this sentence is!

Ling Baohe stopped suddenly, and a faint purple glow appeared in his eyes, which slowly expanded, filling the entire pupil like a light mist. His figure has not changed at all, but this purple mist has made his whole person change.

It is like a ghost in the middle of the night, about to fly up, cold to the marrow. The Qinghe Sword seemed to feel the changes in Ling Baohe, and suddenly started from the tip of the sword, emitting a clear and more sound. A slight shock wrapped around the sword's body, and Ling Baohe suddenly stretched out his hand and stuck the Qinghe sword on the ship's board.

"The Qinghe Sword is here, if you have the ability, just take it!"

In the purple flash, his eyes were full of arrogance.

Qinghe Sword is impartial, it is inserted in the middle of him and Guo Ao, Ling Baohe does not want to take any advantage, just because he has a kind of crazy self-confidence, he will never lose, never!

This is his sword, he made a name for it, and it will never betray him!

Guo Ao's eyes also began to shrink. He felt Ling Baohe's pride. This pride itself is a force that can destroy the spirit of the enemy, control the battle in an instant, and lead the master to the most glorious victory.

This trick is very effective, and Guo Ao has often used it before. Although Ling Baohe abandoned the sword, he undoubtedly seized the initiative.

Guo Ao's pupils shrank and tightened, Ling Baohe was really a fierce rival, perhaps, they would have to spend a lifetime fighting a decisive battle to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The moon is like water, and the purple light in Ling Baohe's eyes is getting stronger and stronger, which is extremely demonic. Guo Ao's heart was gradually infected by this madness, and a raging fire burned out.

Yes, he was also suppressed by the light of the Wuyang Sword for too long and too long, and Yu Changkong was not only the pride of his life, but also the pain that he had always been difficult to surpass. Now, he just wants to completely throw away those glorious halos, those heavy shackles, and come to fight this fateful enemy!

Swordsmen are born for war, so why not stain the cave court with blood!

His pupils contracted into a thin line, and so did Ling Baohe, the two of them were like two male leopards, roaring silently, trying to tear each other to pieces.

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