The chant of the sword lingered.

Above the pale golden ripples on the surface, the clear and seven-point chilly sword qi trembled slightly, and the blue-purple sword-like phantom surged past Ah Xun like a net. When he arrived in front of Ah Xun, the sword-style phantom actually buzzed and trembled and broke through the ground, and in an instant, it was like a substance, and the blue purple sword blade hung a layer of gold, overwhelmingly and firmly locking Ah Xun.

However, the sword momentum is not weaker than half a point.

Mo Typhoon just closed his eyes slightly, unwilling to look at Ah Xun, and the sword trick pinched out by his two fingers fell violently, and the sword chant in the sky converged into a sword roar like a burst of embankment.

The sword wind was everywhere, and the people in the audience actually hid their faces and helped each other, shouting and shouting, and countless people fell.

The surprise in Ah Xun's eyes became heavier and heavier, and his brows furrowed more and more, looking at the sword array that swept like a sea of mountains, Ah Xun finally withdrew his hand, and the bamboo flute was quietly horizontal in front of him.

Mo Typhoon trembled slightly for some reason, and on the bamboo flute, there was a fishing line tied by him himself.

And, now, the bamboo flute was held in Ah Xun's hand, and his sword and Motaizhuang's broken sword were swept away one by one.

The sword roar finally sounded, and Mo Typhoon roared: "Demon girl, why do you bind me with old love!" I never believed that there was a man in this world who had a heart like stone, Ah Xun! You don't have the heart at all! ”

After that, the two-fingered sword of Mo Tai suddenly dissolved, the palms of the palms were opposite, the small nameless in the right hand and the nameless five fingers in the left hand were entangled in an obscure and strange posture, and the remaining five fingers were buckled out until the ground, such as the golden lotus under the seat of the Buddha Bodhisattva, the broken sword at the foot of the Mo typhoon gradually rose in the air, and the hilt of the sword was three inches in the palm of the ink typhoon, and then rotated rapidly, and the broken sword body surged a touch of red from the dim dark iron color, and at the same time, the gold on the surface of the ground was gradually covered with a layer of blood, The sword-style phantom that was set aside by Ah Xun changed its previous momentum.

Mo Typhoon's face was as sharp as a knife and an axe at the moment, his eyes were deep, his lips moved slightly, and he only said one word: "Enlightenment!" ”

The sword style turned into a rain of swords, and as the body of the broken sword gradually turned red, the endless sword rain gathered above Ah Xun's head, hovering endlessly, and the dead night was like drinking too much spirits for a while, and it was stained with a flush.

These people present are not uninformed, so when the sword rain took shape, some people were shocked, but they couldn't believe it: "Five-grade lotus trick, isn't this a true trick, why did it become a sword trick......"

For a while, Lao Dao looked at the lotus-shaped sword formation gathered above Ah Xun's head, and his expression was ugly: "The shape is similar and strange, I really have this trick, but I don't have such a big anger!" ”

Xu Hongye, who was hiding in the corner, had his eyes shining, but he pouted and muttered: "Death is a shame to live and suffer, old man, you just say that you are not so powerful, but what is the origin of the old way that pointed out the Motai Sword Family back then, how could he casually point them out and evolve such an amazing trick......

A Xun's eyes gradually gave birth to vigilance, and at the same time, the river in the Liao River was surging again, and the dense black wooden coffins that were floating were also reflected by the sword qi with a touch of blood, which was extremely weird.

But the blood-colored lotus sword array didn't seem to have the intention of falling, just because of Mo Tai's green tendons, the palm changed again, the palm was back and forth, and the right middle finger was behind and tightly linked to the front and left middle finger, and in an instant, the edge of the lotus sword array above Ah Xun's head suddenly spread out layers of sword shadows, like the lotus flowers in the pond blooming alive in front of everyone's eyes.

The night changed suddenly, and the red halo gradually swirled like smoke, sweeping the night as thick as ink, and gradually mixed with the red constantly changing, like a picturesque soul toning, gradually becoming colorful.

Mo Tai whispered: "Five-grade lotus formula, nine-color lotus seal, Ah Xun, Motai sword has three ......"

A Xun still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Drop the sword!" ”

Mo Typhoon was unmoved, his face just looked up at the sky, his deep eyes flickered, his voice was hoarse, and he only murmured: "The Beidou Sword is coming......"

seems to have reacted, in the depths of the sky, the nine-colored stars emerged again, this time, those old Taoists in the Laoshan vein suddenly couldn't sit still, if it was just the power of the Big Dipper, these Laoshan old Taoists would not be so out of shape.

Xu Hongye in the corner smashed his mouth: "The old man who pointed out the Motai family is not a demon!" ”

The nine-colored starlight fell, one by one around the body of the ink typhoon, the starlight surrounded the broken sword blade, so far, the broken sword was like white bone and raw flesh, the sword blade was born from the hilt, in front of everyone's eyes, the nine-colored starlight faded, and the cold sword body was dazzling, it was actually a three-foot long sword.

The sword shadow in the sky has been diffused to cover the miserable yellow moon, the night that has just fallen rain, but at this moment, it is unusually dull and depressing, at this time, no one dares to say a word easily, for fear that the sword shadow in the night sky will fall on his head.

No one dared to regret such a sword stance.

Someone was trembling, and the sword was too powerful.

At this moment, no one seems to doubt the Motai Sword anymore, and no one doubts the Motai Typhoon in front of him, this dying Motai Typhoon......

No one thought that an ancient martial arts swordsman would be so shocked just by being instructed in the seven styles of sword techniques.

Everyone thought that Mo Typhoon was going to take out the sword, after all, the sword momentum was enough to this point......

But no, when Mo Typhoon's palm changed again, someone in the crowd finally couldn't bear such a coercion, and collapsed on the ground, sweating like rain, while the black cat in Xiaoxiao's arms was extremely uneasy.

Shangqing, Taiqing, Yuqing three Qing seals, condensed in the hands of Mo Typhoon, can not tolerate those people not lose their temper, but all the people in the Daomen, there is no one who dares to disrespect this seal, but what makes them almost crazy is that Mo Typhoon has not stopped, both hands are squared, staggered out two fingers like horns, the hazy three clear phantoms suddenly stacked together, throughout the night, gradually echoed a thick green cow cry: "Moo~"

From the Sanqing seal, to Lao Tzu's upside-down riding of the green ox seal, it was just a change of handprints, and the people on the banks of the Liao River were hula and bowed to the ground, including Zhang Sanhui, who had already been shocked beyond measure, and from the time the sound of the rich cow roar sounded, his knees were no longer under his control......

It's just that Old Man Xiao spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was a faint green aura on his forehead......

Everyone bowed down, but Mo Tai Tai held the cold and piercing three-foot Beidou sword, in an instant, all the previous sword momentum seemed to be hooked, Mo Tai held the sword and took steps, every step, there was a sword shadow under his feet, like stepping on a sword.

Mo Tai's eyes were deep, and he looked at Ah Xun: "Demon girl, do you know what Motai Sword is?" What are the Seven Styles of Motai Sword Technique? At that time, my Motai family got the sword seal of the king of Ming, the old Tao said, although the sword seal of the king of the Ming Dynasty is exquisite, but there is only one style, the killing gas is not strong enough, not enough to deter all evils in the world, the old Tao and said, the Tao is born of one, one life is two, two is born of three, three is born of all things, all things are one, therefore, the old Tao to the Ming King sword seal for the first style of the sword, with the law of the Taoist derived six styles into the sword style, so, the Motai family sword trick seven styles, six styles of the sword, seven swordsmanship, but only one sword, A Xun, taste how to ...... my Motai family a sword"

The golden ripples on the surface of the ground continued to ripple, runes were everywhere, and the water of the Liao River suddenly roared, I don't know if it was an illusion, on the sword body held by Mo Feng, there seemed to be a cyan snake-like thing that turned around, with a soft groan.

Yuan Yu rubbed his eyes a few times to make sure that he was not dazzled.

Mo Typhoon said to Ah Xun with a cold eye step by step: "People are born with the qi of heaven and earth, subject to the festival of yin and yang, and the big rivers also have dragon veins, Ah Xun, you gather the Liao River with the spirit of corpse resentment, the dragon veins are entangled in dead air, not alive and dead, the channel of the Liao River is also becoming increasingly blocked, and the anger is no longer there, you have broken the source of a dragon vein, this water dragon naturally has a grudge against you, today, I Mo Typhoon this sword, the upper should be heavenly, and the lower is the earth's qi, although you are the next ......"

Ah Xun suddenly changed his expression, glanced back at the Liao River, the bamboo flute in his palm danced lightly, and the black wooden coffins in the river were suddenly sent to the shore by the waves of the water, and the monstrous corpse qi gathered behind Ah Xun, constantly impacting the pale golden ripples on the surface, but it did not move.

Mo Feng raised his sword, the sword shadow in the sky was like an upside-down galaxy, pouring down, the whole night, in front of him, in front of him, was filled with sword shadows, the lotus sword array above Ah Xun's head also completely bloomed with Mo Feng raising his sword, pouring like a cage and submerging Ah Xun for a while, there was a corpse roar that pierced the eardrums in the Liao River from those black wooden coffins, but the sword shadow in the sky surged along the corpse roar, the sound of shattering was endless, and those black wooden coffins were shattered by the sword shadow.

Mo Typhoon's sudden sword lifting turned into the most powerful touch of the sword shadow, breaking through the lotus sword array that completely submerged Ah Xun, reflecting Ah Xun's pale face as pale as paper.

The bamboo flute suddenly fell to the ground, and the sword of Mo Typhoon pierced Ah Xun's eyebrows, but it suddenly stopped, and Mo Typhoon was close to his face, as if he wanted to write down Ah Xun's entire face, and looked at Ah Xun quietly for a long time. In the end, he suddenly threw away the three-foot cold front in his hand, gently pinched the tip of Ah Xun's nose with his fingers, and smiled a little badly at the corner of his mouth: "Silly girl, what's the matter, am I worthy of you?" ”

After that, he straightened up, and the sword shadow in the sky dispersed, like the blood on Mo Typhoon's body, and it was completely dispersed......

The heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, and I don't know how long it took, Ah Xun picked up the bamboo flute on the ground, rubbed the fishing line at the crack of the bamboo flute, and said something in a low voice.

Yuan Yu was the closest, so he heard it, and Ah Xun said, "If I don't fight back, you can't kill me......"

It's still very quiet, and the drop of a needle can be heard, but the water of the Liao River is as gentle as a sob.