The sky was overcast, dark clouds gathered, and the wind of late spring was no longer warm, blowing on the face, but with a gloomy coldness.

The wind has arrived, and it's not too late for the rain!

Yan Nantian's long hair on his sideburns fluttered in the wind, and his gray-white long clothes hunted in the wind.

Blood dripped from the sword in Yan Nantian's hand, dripping on the ground one by one, seeping into the dirt, leaving a little dark red.

"Let's shoot!"

Yan Nantian looked up at the gloomy sky, raised his sword and looked at Pang Wen, he didn't plan to waste time any longer.

"Yan Nantian, this battle, Pang has been looking forward to it for a long time!"

As soon as the words fell, Pang Wen was like an off-string arrow, cutting through the long wind, pinching his palms into claws, and grabbing Yan Nantian's chest.

Wherever it passed, it was like a whirlwind sweeping, flying sand and rocks, and the ground cracking roared.

Chu Mo's eyes showed a look of surprise, how could this Pang Wen's cultivation technique be like the Phaseless Heavenly Demon Skill he obtained?

I saw that Pang Wen's whole body was full of energy, and the true yuan was majestic, gushing like a tsunami, and he was not inferior to Yan Nantian at all.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for more than a dozen rounds.

Pang Wen's purple-black, highly poisonous hands shook Yan Nantian's rusty sword hard, but he was not slashed.

Subsequently, the two of them went back and forth, exchanged hundreds of tricks, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

Pang Wen's sister saw that Pang Wen couldn't help Yan Nantian for a long time, her eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand to shoot a hidden weapon and shot towards Yan Nantian.

"Sonorous!"

"If you dare to hurt people with secret arrows, I will kill you!"

Chu Mo's Heilin sword came out of its sheath violently, and the sword qi of the burning sky was in the sky, destroying the secret weapon sent by Pang Wen's sister, and looked at Pang Wen's sister with an unkind expression.

"You..."

Pang Wen's sister was particularly jealous when she saw Chu Mo destroy his secret weapon, and looked at Chu Mo with resentful eyes, but she didn't dare to make a move on Chu Mo.

At this time, several other black-robed people saw Yan Nantian and Pang Wen fighting, and they had no time to care, so they planned to take the opportunity to escape.

Chu Mo sneered in his heart, and made a whimsical move, landing in front of the black-robed man who was running in front, the sword qi of silence came out through his palm, and the life and death wheel fist slapped the man's chest with a volley.

"Poof!"

Chu Mo's combat power was comparable to the mid-stage consummation of the Grandmaster, and all his true qi turned into true yuan.

And that person is just congenital perfection, there is Chu Mo's opponent, and he was hit hard and flew out with one palm.

The cloak on this person's face slipped off at the right time, revealing his true face, and he was the head of the Huashan faction, Yue Buqun.

"Hmph, Yue Buqun, it's really you!"

"Who dares to escape?"

"Be careful!"

Chu Mo turned his head and broke off, sweeping towards the other black-robed people who were about to run, intending to shock them.

Suddenly, those black-robed people looked behind Chu Mo, and one of the black-robed people spoke to remind.

Chu Mo also felt a chill in an instant.

A chill flashed in Chu Mo's heart, and the black lin sword in his hand turned around and stabbed out.

"Roar!"

"Poof!"

"Uh..."

Chu Mo pierced Yue Buqun's throat with a sword, and Yue Buqun glared angrily, his face full of unwillingness and resentment.

"For the sake of Brother Linghu's face, I was going to spare your dog's life, but unfortunately people don't hurt the tiger, and the tiger is harmful to people's hearts!"

The rain began to fall drop by drop, and then it fell more and more, faster and faster, dripping down his face and seeping into Chu Mo's clothes.

The blood on the sword was also washed away by the raindrops, and fell in the muddy dirt one by one.

Yue Buqun was stabbed to death by Chu Mo with a sword, and the other black-robed people opened their eyes wide, their faces were full of vigilance and trembling, and they became more and more jealous of Chu Mo, and no one moved half a step.

The enchantment on the face of the enchantress is long gone, and it is more solemn and pale.

Pang Wen's sister had to clench her teeth and try not to show her terror.

All along, she was the only one who killed, but she never thought that one day she would be killed too.

Chu Mo let the rain slip down his face, and turned his head to look at the black-robed man who had just opened his mouth to warn.

"You're Lin Pingzhi, right?"

"It turns out that Chu Daxia still remembers me!"

The black-robed man lifted his cloak, revealing a tough and delicate face, which was washed away by the rain and looked cleaner.

"Drink, die!"

"Ping!"

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the cold wind howled angrily, as if it were the neighing of a white horse.

Hearing Pang Wen shouting loudly, everyone turned their heads to see that Yan Nantian's long sword was broken by Pang Wen's palm, and at the same time, a dark black hidden weapon was sent out in the air.

Under the impetus of Pang Wentian Demon Zhenyuan, the hidden weapon pierced the sky, carrying raindrops, and stabbed towards Yan Nantian.

"Humph!"

Yan Nantian snorted coldly, and the rain all over his body flew away like a pouring waterfall, and a few raindrops fell on the broken sword.

I saw that Yan Nantian's thick arm was broken, and in an instant, the thunder was shocked, the broken sword shattered into pieces, and the broken sword was like an arrow off the string, roaring towards Pang Wen.

Chu Mo remembered that this was a swordsmanship recorded in the Taixuan Sutra, called the Shattered Moon Star Chasing Sword.

The sword is broken like a broken moon, and the moon is split to cut the stars!

"Phew!"

Pang Wen's hidden weapon was shot down by a broken sword, and more broken swords roared towards Pang Wen.

In an instant, like raindrops falling into the river, it did not bring the slightest ripple.

The broken sword was stuck all over Pang Wen's body, but there was not the slightest trace of blood, as if it was pierced in a stone.

The wind and rain became more intense, Yan Nantian and Pang Wen both stopped, looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Everyone stared at the two people in the field, but no one moved, let alone spoke.

All that was left was the sound of the rain and the sound of hunting on the body.

Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe it's just a moment.

"Poof!"

Pang Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood, dripping in front of him, blending with the rain.

Gradually, it turned into the color of the earth.

Although Pang Wen practiced the "Ghost Fighting Evil Skill" recorded in the Wuxiang Heavenly Demon Skill, he cultivated an incorruptible body, and he also blocked Yan Nantian's broken sword.

But after all, he still couldn't resist Yan Nantian's sword that seized heaven and earth, and the sword intent instantly cut off his vitality through his body.

"The god of the sword, worthy of his name, Pang has lost!"

Pang Wen showed a smile on his face, and he was carefree and reluctant.

Success and defeat are nothing more than that!

Immediately, his eyes finally dimmed.

Boom!

Pang Wen fell to the ground, splashing muddy water.

This battle finally ended with Yan Nantian's victory.

The wind blew harder, but the rain slowly stopped.

Yan Nantian put the hilt of the sword into his arms, turned around and walked towards the place where the wind and rain stopped.

Pang Wen is dead, and the lives of others have no meaning!

Chu Mo stepped up and followed, took out a cheatbook from his arms, and threw it to Lin Pingzhi behind him without looking back.

"Blood killing swordsmanship, after all, it can't be on the stage, I hope you can be like Yan Nantian, chivalrous and righteous, and fight the sword world!"

Everyone opened their eyes and watched the god-like back disappear into the wind and rain, not moving for a long time.

The wind finally stopped, the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and a rainbow hung in the sky.

"Brother Chu, in a year, let's see you again!"

Chu Mo stopped, he knew where Yan Nantian was going.

And he, who also has his own place to go, chuckled, took out a bottle of Jian Nanchun, raised his head and fell, and turned to the east to gradually brighten!

(End of volume)