Choke!

A rapid sword drawing resounded over the snowfield.

Compared to this voice, the sound of the battle between those Spirit Realm cultivators was pale and powerless, without momentum.

Zhang Hatshui made a move.

His sword was already in his hand at some point, and the speed of his sword was as fast as lightning, and the posture of drawing his sword was not muddy and watery, and the momentum of the upward flirting was like a natural success. A huge purple sword qi lay between heaven and earth, and just a breath away, it slashed towards the eldest grandson Qingyun, who was blind but moving forward firmly.

When the sword qi arrived, the eldest grandson Qingyun had already advanced more than three zhang.

Feeling the fierce sword intent rushing towards his face, the eldest grandson Qingyun stopped, raised the banner in his hand, swept out, and drew a circle equal to the height of the human body directly in front of him. As a result, the arcs of the flagtips were instantly connected, and they actually condensed into a transparent shield in front of him with Haoran Yuan Force.

The sonorous sound was loud.

The purple sword qi slashed at the Yuanli round shield.

The aftermath of the circle of invisible power centered on the place where the sword and shield met, like a pebble thrown on the surface of a calm lake, and round after round of Yuan Force ripples expanded rapidly. The sound was like thunder, the waves were like a tsunami, and those cultivators who were struggling to kill, whether it was the killer of Qi Lianzong or the young talent of Yanhua, were blown by this aftermath, they all spurted blood from their mouths, and their bodies flew upside down, and they were shocked by the aftermath and flew dozens of zhang away.

Although the cultivators were seriously injured in the aftermath of this first round, it inadvertently saved their lives.

Because, almost in the blink of an eye, under the sound of the sword, a second taller, more purple sword qi once again slashed at the surface of the round shield in front of Eldest Sun Qingyun. There was a soft "click", the center of the Yuanli round shield cracked, and the eldest grandson Qingyun retreated half a step.

Zhang Hatshui on the other side also took half a step back.

And within thirty zhang of Zhang Hatshui and the eldest grandson Qingyun, except for the other four people who were also in the Void Realm, there was no life. The living cannot stay, only the dead and the dry bones can safely withstand the crazy Yuan force.

Just when Zhang Hatshui hit the shield with his sword, Lian Chenghong and Xuanqing Daoren had already exchanged hands, and Panxiong's eyes were bloodshot, and he directly attacked the black-robed master. Pan Xiong knew that if he wanted to kill the fifth Tingyun of Longbow Wenhe today, the unknown powerhouse in front of him who was shrouded in black was an insurmountable barrier.

"Here comes the sword!"

The wave of power set off by Zhang Hatshui and Eldest Sun Qingyun only made Shi Fu's black robe bulge. He was like a flat boat in the monstrous waves, although his robe was turned, but it never overturned, and he made a move with his right hand and sighed. He had already been forced to retreat to the fifth listening cloud dozens of zhang away by the aftermath, and at this time, he only felt that the sea silk sword bag on his back shook dramatically, and he had not yet contacted the sword spirit of the departing man, he only heard a sound of "swish" behind him, and a dazzling cold light crossed his head and shot out like lightning, this cold light was the detached sword!

Fifth Tingyun then remembered that it was not the master who gave him the "Seven Styles of Leaving the Sword" at the beginning, but the master who always secretly protected him behind his back. The master also shot with all his might, and he clearly remembered that the master had an amazingly powerful folding fan in his hand, which showed that the master's weapon was not the Sancai sword on his back.

The true master of the Sancai Sword Group is the black-robed master!

Thinking of this, Fifth Tingyun couldn't help but want to see how powerful the Liren Sword, which was regarded as a divine weapon by his master, could exert in the hands of the seniors in front of him.

When the white light first appeared, Shi Fu held the sword in his hand, and the dazzling white cold light formed a very eye-catching contrast with his black robe. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Pan Xiong who was rushing in the air, and cut it down with his right hand, without superfluous movements, no fancy opening remarks, and neatly. He used a sword, faintly similar to the Ziyang Sword Saint Zhang Hatshui, both of whom pursued the simplicity of the sword and removed the essence of the sword intent.

The sword intent of the Liren Sword echoed the sword aura of the Ziyang Sword Saint Zhang Hatshui, and the sharp intent seemed to directly cut the space within a radius of thirty zhang. There were many people who used swords present, like Yuanmeng Shen Duxiu and Yanhua Xiao Mengdie, who were all people who pursued swordsmanship, and felt the sword intent that almost cut everything, they couldn't help but be excited, their faces were fascinated, and they looked at the moves and styles of the two seniors seriously, and the intoxicated appearance seemed to forget the dangerous situation around them.

In the eyes of Shen Duxiu and Xiao Mengdie, Shi Fu's seemingly random sword is full of uprightness and awe-inspiring majesty. This sword, not to win by moves, but purely with majestic momentum to go on the expedition, as vast as thousands of troops and horses stepping on thousands of mountains and thousands of miles, swinging like countless iron horses to conquer rivers and rivers. This sword, for them, is light, justice, strength and unyieldingness, and is upright and open!

This sword is even more of a prairie fire, igniting the blood of their two teenagers.

Since childhood, they have learned the sword and realized the Tao, and they know what kind of sword is the sword they yearn for!

"A sword is right, people are right, and their hearts are right. ”

Unlike Shen Duxiu and Xiao Mengdie, Shi Fu's sword was drawn, and the fifth Tingyun knew that this was the last of the seven styles of the sword. He had been practicing the Seven Sword Styles for nearly a year, and he had already comprehended the first four forms, and had used them in battle more than once, but he had never used the last three forms. This is certainly not because he doesn't want to use it, but because he doesn't understand it.

A sword away from people's worries, this is the fifth type;

A sword forgets lovesickness, this is the sixth type;

A sword is right, this is the seventh style!

And the master's move is the last formula.

The pan male, who was full of murderous intent in the air, was like an eagle spreading its wings and wanting to pounce on Shifu. But with Shi Fu's sword slashing out, his complexion changed greatly, and he didn't care about the taboo of hastily changing his moves in the battle, forcibly withdrew his yuan force to protect his body, and then turned around, and the whole person flew out upside down like a spinning top.

is as strong as Panxiong, and he doesn't dare to fight with the sword of Shifu at all!

What Panxiong didn't expect was that although Shifu's sword intent had been cut out, he could still follow Shifu's mind to change. Just like now, Pan Xiong retreated, trying to avoid the sharp edge of a sword, but the sky was as sharp as a maggot on the tarsal bones, always locking Pan Xiong's body.

This sword will punish the demons and evil.

If this sword comes out, it will kill the thief!

This sword will never be empty.

Call!

The sword intent tore through the wind and snow, and rubbed against the air to make an unpleasant sound. Everywhere the sword intent passed, the wind and snow were silent, everything was silent, the dark clouds in the sky receded, the underground rock layers cracked, and the straight cracks in the ground were bottomless, and they continued to elongate with the flying of the sword intent, like an ugly wound between heaven and earth that was difficult to heal.

"Too much deception!"

Pan Xiong saw that there was no way to avoid it, and immediately stood in the air, he roared, his hands were sealed, and he had no choice but to forcibly take this sword style. Although his voice was not weak at all, he actually had cowardice in his heart, he didn't expect that the unknown cultivator who had always buried himself under the black robe had become so strong. He had no doubt that even if it was one of the top ten masters of the Yanhua Empire who were well-known and well-known, unless the first three unborn big men came in person, I am afraid that no one would be able to get this black robe.

Zhang Hatshui, who was present, was revered as the Purple Yang Sword Saint by the Yanhua cultivators, and was ranked among the top ten masters. But Pan Xiong recognized that he was tied with Zhang He, but in the face of Shi Fu, he was not even sure that he would be able to take the first sword......