Zi Yijian held the sword in his hand, stepped back, and shouted, "I just want to see how you are!" ”

The blood-colored knife pursued, his body was like a willow, standing lightly on a dead wood, his sleeves waved out, and the sword qi of the cold knife in his hand turned into tens of millions, and he slashed towards the Ziyi sword.

Zi Yijian waved the sword in his hand, and the sonorous sound was endless, dissolving the ten million sword qi one by one, while laughing wildly: "Hahaha...... I can't imagine that my Ziyi Sword, in your friend's heart, is not as good as that inexplicable principle! Good, good! Let's be ruthless and unrighteous, you live and die! ”

Hearing what Zi Yijian said, the blood-colored knife said sharply: "It was you who were ruthless first, why did you force me to violate my principles?" ”

"Hmph, it's you who are obsessed and unreasonable!" Zi Yijian said coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm already an enemy of life and death with you!" The blood-colored knife fell down, holding the knife in his hand, and went to the Ziyi sword to attack, splitting, sweeping, chopping, picking, and a series of moves were all attacks.

Zi Yijian was angry and anxious, so he had to desperately take over his attack, and the two of them exchanged swords, which turned out to be a merciless kill.

The air rolls up and the dust flows, and the sword qi and sword qi are all around.

But it was Lin Hua, who was watching the play on the sidelines, who had a comprehension in his heart, the swordsmanship and knife skills of the two people in front of him were first-class in the world, and the battle of life and death at this moment really opened Lin Hua's eyes.

It was not a profound skill, it was just the most pure ordinary swordsmanship and the clash of sword techniques, but the power in it made Lin Hua feel frightened for a while.

If you go forward by yourself, I'm afraid that it won't take a moment to turn into a wisp of remnant soul under his sword.

Zi Yi's sword breath surged, already angry, although the sword momentum was fast, but there was no defense, it seemed sharp, but judging from the skill cultivation of the blood-colored sword, it was just an attack and resistance without a law, and there were flaws everywhere.

On the other hand, the Scarlet Knife, although angry, still maintained a calm and sanity.

While spying on Zi Yijian's swordsmanship, looking for an opportunity to take his surname.

However, as there were more and more flaws in the Ziyi Sword swordsmanship, the blood-colored knife became more and more unable to move, and could only raise the knife to resolve the endless sword styles of the Ziyi Sword, or dodge.

Looking at Zi Yijian with rage, looking at the deep resentment revealed in his eyes, the blood-colored sword has never been so angry.

But the anger is followed by a deep heartache, why? A hundred years of love can't be compared to ......

The Scarlet Sword remembered the love of the past and showed mercy under the knife, and wanted to withdraw from the battle circle several times, which was clearly different from the theory of Ziyi Sword; But Zi Yijian had already fallen into a madness, pressing tightly, like a shadow.

The two are getting closer and closer, and their moves are becoming more and more dangerous.

Suddenly, the long sword of the Ziyi Sword was handed out, and before the person arrived, the sword arrived first, and the sword stabbed into the chest of the blood-colored knife.

The blood-colored knife's face couldn't help but change, and the inner yuan in his body suddenly moved, and the blood-colored robe on his body seemed to be inflated, suddenly bulging and then holding it down, and the long knife in his hand on the side of his body blocked it, and the huge shock separated the Ziyi sword.

Then he immediately counterattacked, the long knife slashed through the air, and the blood-colored knife swept into the hand with the long knife, making a sound of breaking the air, and with the direction of the knife, the blood-colored knife's right foot hooked away against the ground.

Seeing this, Zi Yijian took a deep breath, forcibly moved Nei Yuan, and took advantage of the strength of the sword to jump up and roll out a few zhang before turning over and volleying into the air, the tip of the sword carried the strength of the whole body and Nei Yuan towards the heavenly spirit of the blood-colored knife.

Seeing this scene, the blood-colored knife was shocked, and his short body avoided it, and the sword qi swept across the sky without losing momentum.

I saw a huge bluestone 4 meters high and two meters wide behind the blood-colored knife, which was actually directly penetrated into a neat big hole by this sudden sword qi.

However, this huge cyan stone, although the middle was penetrated, but the dust and even the powder on it did not have a trace of shock, which showed that the Ziyi Sword was a cold sword, and it was able to have such a terrifying lethality with the mellow inner element.

If this move hits the person's body, ten blood-colored knives will also be pierced.

Thinking of this, the blood-colored knife was furious, and it was even more heartbreaking.

Cold sweat was dripping, and the blood-colored sword still didn't believe that Zi Yijian was so ruthless, if he showed mercy, I was afraid that he would really die at his hands.

As soon as he thought of this, the heart of the blood-colored knife was completely cold, and then it turned into a fire full of hatred, and he smiled: "Hahaha...... Okay, okay, let's see if the blood-colored sword dies in the hands of Zi Yi Sword today, or your Zi Yi Sword dies in the hands of my blood sword! ”

"You should have come to this realization!" Zi Yi Sword shouted, then stood up and swung his sword again......

I saw that he lifted the inner element in his body, and suddenly the long sword in his hand, a burst of indifferent light appeared, and the sword body shook greatly.

The long sword in his hand turned, and suddenly the sword qi appeared.

One sword, one sword, although the sword style is extremely slow, but every half a minute of dragging, a remnant light sword shadow will be dragged out, and the sword qi will become more and more awe-inspiring for half a minute.

Seeing this, Lin Hua was amazed in his heart.

As everyone knows, the sword is light and agile, and it has always been fast and clever to win, and the slower the swordsmanship, the sword move, the more grand the inner element required.

And like the Zi Yi sword in front of him, he can swing the sword slowly like this, but he can still conjure up a whole row of neat remnant light sword shadows, like a dignified thousand hills and ravines, all in front of him, this has to have a perfect cultivation.

And like this kind of sword qi, each style will definitely have the power of splitting the mountain and the power of regretting the earth.

Seeing that Zi Yi Sword was actually an extreme move, the blood-colored sword took a deep breath and no longer showed mercy.

Suddenly the inner element was operated, the lower plate was calm, the hand was empty, and the heavy cold knife was as light as nothing in the hand.

Then he stepped on the mysterious footwork and waved the cold knife in his hand.

And with each step of the blood-colored knife, the footsteps left a deep footprint on the ground.

"Kill!" Suddenly, there was a cold drink, Zi Yi Sword made the first move, the strong wind hit his face, and the heavy sword qi sealed the vital points around the blood-colored knife in a few clicks, and the strong air flow blocked the body of the blood-colored knife, like earth and stone pressing the body, almost making people unable to move.

Seeing this, Lin Hua suddenly found that he didn't know when and where, the clothes behind his back were actually soaked in cold sweat, this kind of cultivation, this kind of swordsmanship, is really enviable, amazing and frightened.

"Humph!" In the face of Zi Yi Sword's terrifying sword moves, the blood-colored knife snorted coldly, his feet sank, the cold knife in his hand suddenly turned soft, and mysterious traces were crossed in the air.

In an instant, the two staggered.

I saw a burst of sword light and sword shadows, sword qi and sword rays flew everywhere, and the dust flow rolled up.

In the blink of an eye, the figure was staggered, and it was actually forty or fifty moves that had been exchanged, but there was no sound of sword fighting, which really made people feel amazing.

"The knife technique is not bad!" Zi Yijian took a deep breath and said in a condensed voice at the blood-colored knife.

"Humph! So what! The blood-colored sword snorted coldly, but in his heart he still hated the ruthlessness of the Ziyi Sword in front of him.

"You and I will win or lose today." Zi Yijian glanced at Lin Hua in the corner, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Wow!"

Receiving Zi Yijian's gaze, Lin Hua only felt as if he had been pierced by all kinds of sword qi, and there was a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but vomit bright red.

"You!" Seeing that Lin Hua had been hit hard, the blood-colored knife couldn't help but be angry.

Although Lin Hua had nothing to do with him, he was also the person he wanted to protect before, but at this moment, he was seriously injured, and how could the blood-colored knife that felt that his face had fallen not be angry.

"Give him a lesson, if I am born afterwards, I will naturally not trouble him!" Zi Yijian said in a condensed voice, and no longer looked at Lin Hua, who was pale.

"Hateful! Such a strong strength, if I have such strength, how can I be so humiliated! Lin Hua, who was hit hard, was angry and frightened in his heart, but due to the problem of strength, he could only remain silent, but in his heart he was secretly looking forward to the blood-colored knife to cut this guy in half with one knife.

"Come again!" The blood-colored knife said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Zi Yi Jian didn't say much, but the long sword in his hand was waved again, only to see that the long sword of Zi Yi Sword was already slow, but there was a cloud of sword light around it, no matter where the sword went, the sword light on it never had the slightest deviation from the sword body, and with a wave of the long sword, the sword light suddenly turned into a sword qi in the sky, and it bombarded towards the blood-colored knife.

"Haha!" Seeing the sword qi approaching, the blood-colored knife laughed longitudinally, and his body jumped straight into the sky.

At the same time, the Ziyi sword, the sword slashed towards the sky, and it was actually attacking the lower plate of the blood-colored knife, and a sword swept away suddenly.

But unexpectedly, with a muffled sound, the blood-colored knife was already facing the long sword, and his feet suddenly blessed Nei Yuan, and he stepped on it fiercely.

This move came suddenly, Zi Yijian's face changed, obviously he didn't expect the blood-colored knife to use this method to resolve the sword move, and he was anxious to draw out the long sword, but the long sword that was sunk by the blood-colored knife with the whole body yuan force on his feet was like a mountain pressing on it, making Zi Yijian unable to draw out the long sword.

"Onslaught!" Knowing that something was wrong, Zi Yijian snorted lightly, and turned his sword into a palm, and slammed it towards the chest of the blood-colored knife.

"Ten thousand kills!" His complexion remained unchanged, and the blood-colored knife turned into thousands of peaks with the cold knife in his hand, and it was actually forced to recruit by the Ziyi Sword with a cold sword qi.

But with the loosening of Nei Yuan, the long sword under his feet was also withdrawn by Zi Yijian.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the long sword to be withdrawn, Zi Yijian went down, and the middle finger and index finger of his left hand went to the shin acupoint of the blood-colored knife.

Seeing this, the blood-colored knife's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly lifted Nei Yuan and turned over and jumped again.

And yet at this very moment.

Suddenly, by an unexpected opportunity, a palm outside the sky, carrying earth-shattering power, the purple sword, and the blood-colored knife were injured at the same time, and he fainted when he vomited blood.

At the same time, the lightless land was completely destroyed, the mountains and rocks moved, the ground was buried, just like the scene of the end, Lin Hua's face couldn't help but change, what was going on.

"A Buddha trumpet and a heart, people's hearts are hard to be as clear as lotus hearts." With the light Buddha horn, the golden light flashes, only to see the Buddha light accompanied by the sky of Jinhua, stepping on the cloud ladder down, only to see a monk Buddha slowly floating down, the Buddha wheel behind flashing golden light.

Floating down, the white monk's robe, the golden Buddha bead bracelet on the right hand, the silver Buddha crown on the head, although it is a monk, but the hair does not fall, but condenses into a relic, under the Buddha crown, the whole person exudes a peaceful atmosphere.

It is the Hui Taisu that I saw in the past. (To be continued.) )