"What are you talking about?" Hearing Cui Jianshen's title, Yao Ruoyu was suddenly startled, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense!

"Cut! My sister is very gentle, how could she do it to her husband!" Cui saw that God pursed his lips and muttered a little weakly, and suddenly everyone around looked at him with strange expressions, and he smiled embarrassedly.

"I mean, you're going too far, aren't you?"

Suddenly, a terrifying voice came from the other side, and he saw Lang Jian staring at everyone with a vicious look in his eyes, and said, "Is this your last laugh before you die?"

Frowning slightly, Yao Ruoyu held the Zhanhu sword and said coldly: "What are you?

"This king?" Lang Jian blinked, suddenly understood, a burst of excitement suddenly burst out in his brown eyes, and the muscles on his thin cheeks trembled suddenly, and he said excitedly, "Are you Yao Ruoyu?

As he spoke, Lang Blade's smile became more and more crazy and hideous: "It is really an honor for someone who can't even take the Five Realms generals to sacrifice my frenzy with your blood!"

Glancing at the scimitar at his waist, Yao Ruoyu thought that the "frenzy" was probably the name of the scimitar, and then he shook his head and chuckled: "This king thinks that it is not a happy thing to have your head as an ornament in the study." ”

"Well said!" Although Cicada Bupo was seriously injured, he still couldn't help shouting loudly after hearing the words, and the warriors of the Song Dynasty around him kept shouting loudly, cheering for Yao Ruoyu.

Hearing the cheers of this group of people, Lang Jian licked his dry lips unconsciously, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the home field is good, so many people cheer you on, it's a pity, they will be desperate when they wait." ”

Smiling, Yao Ruoyu said disdainfully: "If your blade is as wasteful as your mouth, then you should quickly admit defeat!"

His pupils shrank, Lang Jian was silent for a few breaths, and said with a cruel smile: "It's better!"

As soon as the words fell, Lang Blade's figure suddenly distorted, and the next moment, the scabbard on his waist suddenly shattered, and the majestic sword intent that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly exploded at this moment, filling the grotto like a frenzy, rushing forward.

At the same time as the sword intent erupted, a sword groan suddenly sounded, and the next moment, the same surging sword intent also rose from Yao Ruoyu's body, and slammed into that sword intent.

Tear the knife intent!

Destroy the sword intent!

The confrontation between the two great martial arts intentions was so fierce that countless winds were set off in an instant, even top young cultivators such as Cicada Bupo and Chu Yuan were also oppressed by the momentum of the confrontation between the two and kept retreating, until they couldn't retreat with their backs against the stone wall, and they barely stood still, Rao was like this, they all squinted their eyes, and they couldn't see the situation in front of them clearly.

Seeing that Yao Ruoyu actually blocked his sword intent with his sword intent, Lang Jian didn't laugh back, and rushed to Yao Ruoyu with a twist in his body, the scimitar called the frenzy was held upside down by him, and when the fierce light flashed in his eyes, the sword light in the sky had already exploded out of thin air, dense like a tsunami, slashing towards Yao Ruoyu.

Among the seven disciples who participated in the competition, Lang Blade's cultivation may not have an advantage, but his explosive power is second to none, not even a breath, and thousands of sword lights have already filled most of the grottoes, falling like a storm.

Where the storm fell, Yao Ruoyu's body stood resolutely upright, staring at the sword light in front of him, he suddenly swung his sword up, and in an instant, the endless black tide rushed up, or rolled or rushed, or hit or stabbed, and the black tide containing the sword intent of destruction blocked countless sword lights in the air at the moment it appeared, and it was impossible to enter an inch.

Lang Jian has the arrogance of the chief disciple of Dawan City, Yao Ruoyu does not have his own arrogance, the other party has the secret inheritance of the moves accumulated in Dawan City for a hundred years, and behind him is the trick sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

A [Burning Sword] blocked the Dao River, Yao Ruoyu's figure suddenly moved sideways, dodging a knife from Lang Blade immediately behind the knife net, and at the same time, Zhan Hu's sword blade turned around, and he slashed down with a heavy sword without any fancy.

Lang Blade is not showing weakness to turn around is a knife to meet him, the way of the sword is more important than skills, the way of the knife is more important than strength, Yao Ruoyu's move to fight head-to-head is exactly what Lang Blade has in mind.

However, when the swords collided, the picture of Zhan Hu being knocked away did not appear in Lang Blade's expectation, on the contrary, a majestic force rushed along the blade, if he hadn't urged his true qi in time, he was afraid that the Tide Knife would be taken off by a sword blow.

Rao was like this, Lang Jian still felt a sharp pain like flesh and blood tearing in his right hand, even if he didn't look at it, he knew that his tiger's mouth must have cracked.

And when Lang Jian looked at Yao Ruoyu, he saw Yao Ruoyu swinging another sword with an expressionless face, the monstrous sword intent was surging, and the aura of destruction in it became even more violent, as if the knife he had just had no effect.

"Impossible!"

Lang Blade, who was stunned and exclaimed, met him with another knife in disbelief, but this time his result was even worse after the fight, the whole person was directly cut back seven steps on his feet, and his right arm trembled uncontrollably, and was almost shattered by Yao Ruoyu's terrifying force.

Staring at Lang Blade, Yao Ruoyu's expression was still indifferent, but the battle intent in his eyes was becoming more and more vigorous, and he was guided by different sects, he already knew his strengths and weaknesses, and the lack of skills was his weakness, but with the destructive power contained in the destruction of the sword, it was his greatest strength.

After the previous fight, he already knew the martial arts of Lang Blade, which was torn, and combining it with the Dao of the Sword was indeed a rare and powerful martial art, but in the final analysis, tearing could not escape the scope of destruction, so just talking about the martial arts of the two, he was already a winner.

Lang Blade, who finally knew that his strength was no match for the other party, spat at the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and then re-grasped the Tide Knife, and his body swept out again, only this time, he did not come as hard as before, but after a few flickeres of his figure, he directly reversed the blade and slashed at Yao Ruoyu's armpit at an extremely tricky angle.

It's just that Yao Ruoyu, who has already entered the state, will not allow him to succeed, Zhanhu Sword Blade turned, as if suicidal from under his armpit backwards, and hit the slashed Tide Knife in an understatement, with the powerful power of destroying the sword, he simply interrupted all the subsequent moves of Lang Blade.

A sword poked back, Yao Ruoyu actually pushed it in his palm, and directly flew out of Zhanhu's hand, and at the same time, the figure turned around, and the eyebrow consciousness was released, wrapping Zhanhu with the sword intent as the vein, and then volleyed a whirlwind, with endless ice tide and monstrous black flames, and slashed at Lang Blade.

"Knife Mountain!"

Keenly aware of the power of this sword, Lang Blade's eyes jumped sharply and retreated quickly, and his true qi exploded completely, the blade dragged close to the ground, and the flying sword was quickly provoked in mid-air like a dragging saber, and the sword intent rushed forward, twisting and intertwining when it swelled, turning into a mountain and heading towards the flying sword.

Boom! Obviously it was just the impact of true qi, but there was a sound like a landslide, Yao Ruoyu's [Spiral Sword] based on the [Water and Fire Splashing Ink Technique] penetrated the mountain composed of the sword in an instant, and then continued to fall without stopping, clinging to Lang Blade's body and rushing into the ground, even though there was a spiritual array sheltering here, but the ground within a radius of twenty zhang was still completely shattered by the fierce sword power in an instant.

At the same time that the Zhanhu sword rushed to the ground, Lang Jian rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment before he stood up again, but before he could stand firmly, a sword light with an icy blue chill had already rushed to his face, even if he hadn't touched it yet, but seeing the sharp sword light, Lang Blade already had the illusion that his forehead was pierced.

At the moment of life and death, instead of despair, a touch of madness appeared in Lang Blade's eyes, saying that it was too late and that was fast, the true qi in Lang Blade's body suddenly burned, at this moment, it was like a furnace appeared in his body, and the true qi of his whole body was surging like a raging fire, pushing his whole body's combat power to the peak in an instant.

Haoguang lit up, and at the last moment, Lang Blade swung his knife violently, slashing at the Frost Tide Sword, and the attack with the tearing knife intent instantly shattered the sword on the surface of the Frost Tide Sword, and then saw the Frost Tide Sword shook, roaring and flying back upside down, and hissing into the ground on Yao Ruoyu's side.

Lang Blade, who defused the attack, quickly took a few steps back and adjusted his breathing, but what made him strange was that Yao Ruoyu actually took the opportunity to attack, but instead looked at the flying sword inserted at the opponent's feet with a little straight eyes.

After being so eerily quiet for a moment, Yao Ruoyu reached out to hold the hilt of the Frost Tide Sword a little regained his senses, as if he was a little hesitant, but the next moment, when he reached out and drew his sword, the short sword that was already bright and dim suddenly slammed and broke directly into two, except for the half in Yao Ruoyu's hand, the remaining half of the sword blade was still inserted into the ground.

Looking at the hilt of the sword in his hand in a daze, Yao Ruoyu's breathing paused for a moment.

Since the crossing, the first weapon Yao Ruoyu got was the Frost Tide Sword, which is also this flying sword, witnessing the bits and pieces since he crossed, from weak to strong, from Wulong, Fuling, Chongqing, Hezhou, Hangzhou, Wenzhou, step by step, this sword accompanies him.

Although this is just a weapon, in Yao Ruoyu's eyes, it is already his indispensable partner, even with Zhanhu, he has never given up the Frost Tide Sword, and even he has planned to find someone to upgrade the Frost Tide Sword in the future, so that it will always accompany him.

However, at this moment, the frost tide sword was broken, and it was cut off by the golden dog of Lang Blade!

Yao Ruoyu, who was silent, didn't notice that his pupils had been filled with black at some point, it was pitch black, inky black, and the black of trickery, which was the dark color of the pupils when he was at the peak of the First Emperor of the Ages.

The sword intent that was originally slightly weakened after the fierce battle suddenly became fierce at this moment, if it was said that the true qi was like a fire after the secret operation of the blade just now, then at this moment, this sword intent seemed to gather all the killing intent in the world, sharp, terrifying, dark, domineering, and the majestic sword intent seemed to destroy the heavens and the earth.

All the things in the grotto were originally sheltered by the spirit array, but at this moment, as the sword intent continued to evaporate, those things were like weathering, starting to gradually shatter from the surface, and then being rolled up by the sword intent, but after a few breaths, none of the things in the grotto survived, all turned into powder, and it was also a loss that the cicada Bupo and others quickly withdrew from the grotto when they saw the bad situation, otherwise they might be directly crushed and killed by the sword intent.

In everyone's perception, the sword intent that had reached the peak of martial arts intent was growing slightly under a wave of aura that appeared out of thin air, either instantaneously or for a long time, and when everyone reacted, one by one's eyes were already full of shock, because at this moment, that sword intent had been sublimated to the fullest, reaching a realm that all of them dreamed of.

The sword intent is complete, sublimated and soulful!

Sword Soul!