It's really sword qi, ice sword breath.

Wind pressure spread around the outside of the sword qi, and that wind pressure was enough to neutralize any wind, and the core of the sword qi was a thin blade condensed from the condensation of Xuan Ice, which could cut through almost any armor that was not protected by battle qi, let alone flesh and blood.

Ice Condensation Device, this is a small technique used by Battle Qi, and this skill, Wan Jian Xin has not even mastered, he has only mastered the condensation molding and creating snowflakes in a large area.

The cold wind wrapped the ice blade and slashed quickly and secretly towards Wan Jianxin's throat, and Wan Jianxin, who had been frozen by the ice, seemed to be completely unaffected by the cold wind and freezing air, and raised his hand casually and lightly, and a short sword qi erupted in the palm of his hand.

The sword qi opened with his five fingers, turning into five rainbow-colored water mist swords, and then with his empty grip, the five thin mist swords slashed fiercely above the cold wind, ice chips splashed, water jets, and clouds of colorful water mist exploded in the air, making a crisp sound of the ice being shattered by a heavy hammer. Wan Jianxin suddenly waved his hand, and a blue-blue sword qi Haoguang swept across Yesu's waist, where Haoguang passed, the water mist condensed, the cold ice formed, and a powerful wind pressure swept through, and Jiang also quickly shook back a step.

Ye Su's face changed slightly, and he was not too surprised, because at this time, he and Wan Jianxin were both using distracting battle qi, which was nothing at all, and judging from the aura emitted by Wan Jianxin, this former number one young swordsman in the world may have done his best at this time.

After all, it is very simple to change the Gangfeng on the body to the battle qi, but it is difficult to cultivate the habit of using the battle qi, and many of the older generation of good players on the rivers and lakes today are reluctant to come out and move around, just because they have empty strength, but they can't play much anymore. The battle spirit and the wind, one is fog and the other is wind, and many people are very uncomfortable under the rash change of heavenly rules. Ye Su's self-confidence lies in the fact that he judged the changes in the strength of various well-known people in the rivers and lakes before and after the heavenly change according to the various rumors after the heavenly change, as well as the various information of the blood droplets and the six doors.

At least, if you don't master the battle qi or you are not proficient in mastering the battle qi, you can use less battle qi, and such a fatal shortcoming must appear in Wan Jianxin.

He also smiled confidently and put down the sword for the time being, Wan Jianxin put away his smile, and turned his fingers into a sword, and the blue cold mist-like sword qi swallowed and extinguished on the tips of his fingers, turning into a blue sword light that was both real and illusory. The sword also hung low, and a jagged blade like a cold fang-like blade condensed on the blade, and the cold wind condensed, outlining a dragon's spine-type sword bone on the spine of the sword that increased the strength of the long sword and the strength of the heavy slash.

The sword bones were generated, and the long sword was like a living dragon, trembling slightly and letting out bursts of high-frequency chirps, which vibrated the surrounding air, forming rhythmic wind pressures, outlining some kind of fixed trajectory in the air. That trajectory is the trick that is about to be launched, clear and clear, crushed with invincible power.

Wan Jianxin was slightly moved, he could feel the power in the opponent's body that was far more powerful than his own, as well as the fatal flaw hidden behind this surplus power. Wan Jianxin saw through the secret of the Divine Skill at a glance, and through the fixed sword path, he released a power far beyond the upper limit of his own strength.

"He's using a hammer to use a sword!" Wan Jianxin couldn't help but laugh, he didn't understand why the Divine Sword Sect had actually degenerated to the point where it was now, and even the essence of the [Sword] had been lost. At this time, Wan Kenshin, who faced Ye Su, was not a swordsman, but an assassin, his strength ratio was much smaller, at least half lower, but his skills, his deadly sword style, were far more powerful than the swordsmanship that Ye Su had shown.

That's even the strength of a different dimension.

"Come on. Wan Jianxin's dark blue eyes showed a sharp light like a needle: "Just let the horse come over, let Wan study your so-called seventeen, color geometry?"

"Why? Haven't you recognized the situation yet? Your time is over!" Ye Su's self-confidence almost turned into a solid aura, which swelled visibly with the naked eye, and a ring of wind pressure emanated from his body, blowing the mist in the courtyard into a circle of explosion-like shapes, like the light wheel of the evil god. He stretched out his arms arrogantly and widely, and a set of swordsmanship like a woman's dance unfolded gorgeously in front of Wan Jianxin's eyes.

"Eighty-six Ways Soul Chasing Sword!"

The pale blue long sword turned into an endless arc of light, instantly filling the space within a kilometer of Wan Jian Xin's body, as if countless murderous streamers, arc light sword qi, intertwined with each other, intersecting each other, and slashed layer upon layer towards Wan Jian Xin, who stood still. In the gap of arc-shaped sword qi, the heavy snow drifted away, and on the ground, arc-shaped ice edges grew, like beast teeth. Within a radius of one zhang, the sky is cold and frozen, and one zhang away, within a hundred steps, the cold wind is howling, and the hazy mist is torn by the wind pressure, revealing a clear, indifferent street scene.

Ten Thousand Sword Heart's blue pupils suddenly flashed golden points of light, and those points of light were suspended like sacred prayers, and many golden lines appeared in Wan Jianxin's field of vision, forming a grid array, analyzing the flying sword shadows in front of him and all the arc-shaped sword qi into a simple geometric configuration like a digital code, and a circle of small golden circles filled the field of vision, marking the most vulnerable point of each sword qi, and at the same time, the sword dance, which was also fast and complicated, real and illusory, slowed down rapidly in front of Wan Jianxin's eyes, turning into many coherent but independent hand movements, all possible flaws in each action, all marked by small golden circles.

The white-clothed young swordsman put his fingers together, and the cold light of the forest blue turned into the edge of the ice sword, accurately stabbing at those golden circles, judging by the experience of a swordsman, the most glorious places that have become flaws, those flaws are as huge as a hill for Wan Jian Xin, but in fact, it is just a fleeting weak point the size of an orange in the battle qi shroud flowing on Ye Su's body.

The frozen gas emitted by the fingertips condensed into a sword blade in the form of flowing water, easily breaking into the almost frozen state of battle qi shield, leaving shallow hole-like wounds on the flesh and blood, and in the splash of blood, the arc-shaped sword qi was also quickly broken by the straight line of sword qi, cut off, and shattered into a sky of ice slag, and the ice slag shattered into a blue cold mist. The cold mist exploded, the long wind was like a song, and every finger stabbed out by the heart of the ten thousand swords finally converged together, forming a huge cyan blue sword light, merging with the wind pressure, and roaring towards the speed of the crush, but at this time, the distraction of the high-end battle qi had already erupted, and the blue cold mist gathered on the long sword body into a huge dragon tooth phantom, like a two-handed heavy sword swept fiercely over the pale blue sword light.

The dragon and the flying dragon fought fiercely in the illusion, and finally exploded into a cold wind with ice chips and spread, sweeping the onlookers and the bustard ten feet away.

Ye Su finally deceived a place within a zhang in front of Wan Jianxin, the ice chips on the long sword were scattered, and in the surrounding air, heavy snow began to fall.

The cold wind turned into a duel of heavenly rules, surrounding the two of them, forming a whirlwind blue barrier. Wan Jianxin lowered his hands, and the two sleeves of his blue and white robe turned into a jagged shape, and the rags that had been cut by the sword were mixed with the snowflakes and gargled and fell, and the cuffs were the only remaining injuries on his body.

On his body, there was only a row of holes in the robe, but the fleshy body under the holes was flowing with bright red liquid, and those liquids had dyed the surrounding snowflakes red, turning them into cherry blossoms.

"How?" In Ye Su's voice, self-confidence never gave in, he used another empty hand, condensed the Soul Gathering Style in front of him, a little cold light erupted from the center of the Soul Gathering Style, turning into a healing water wave shining on him, the blood, soon coagulated, and the skin and flesh around the wound began to grow rapidly. The itching made his body twitch a little, but it didn't have much of an effect.

"Trash!" Wan Kenshin whispered as if he was humiliated, "It's a shame for a swordsman!" His right hand finally grasped the hilt of the pure silver, twisted by the tails of four metal phoenixes, and the space around him instantly turned blue, as if hidden in the endless abyss at the bottom of the sea, he quickly drew his sword, and before he could shout a single pompous and ignorant syllable, he almost tried his best to swing a shocking sword light.

Within a hundred steps, the earth was empty, the sky was closed, and the entire Goolan Street was filled with a sudden expansion of blue light, and it disappeared in the field of vision in an instant, and instead of being in the deep sea, it was the cold, suffocation and weight of being in the deep sea, and the blue killing path like a field completely surrounded and completely submerged him, and he could only watch as Wan Jian Xin handed out a silver straight stab in that endless blue ocean.

That's the literal meaning of "Haiyin".

That radiant silver straight stab was the ultimate horror that had never appeared in the Divine Sword Sect's Divine Martial Arts, it was the ultimate sword technique that surpassed the Sword Mang's Heart Sutra, and it was the ultimate sword style in the world at present.

"Gods!" The wind exploded, and the metal reflection on the treasure artifact turned into silver-white lightning, instantly penetrating the figure of Ye Su, blood gushing out, and the battle qi was exhausted, and Ye Su was clearly already in the moment when Wan Jianxin held the long sword, erecting three ice shields, but the ice shield became the shock wave of the Xuan Ice explosion at this time, and with the spread of the annular wind pressure, it did not block the earth-shattering blow at all, and the cold long sword penetrated the dantian, and the hard work of several years after entering the Divine Sword Gate was written off, when the killing path dissipated, the flow stopped, and the figure of Wan Jianxin resurfaced behind the side of Ye Su, and Ye Su was holding his stomach and kneeling slowly。

He didn't die, and his survival depended entirely on Wan Jianxin's inadvertent cruel kindness.

"You are not qualified to hold a sword. Wan Jian Xin slowly inserted the holy weapon that exuded a terrifying aura into the scabbard, turned around in a dashing manner, and quickly curled up, falling into the sparse muddy water, blood flowing into the icy pool below him, and a dark red color was blackened. Like a fish caught ashore, he opened and closed his mouth, but he could only spit out blood-colored bubbles from his mouth, and could not make a sound at all. He rolled his eyes slightly, and a pair of eyes that had become swollen from pain stared at Wan Jianxin, as if he wanted to curse him to death, and as if he was begging for his forgiveness or help when he was most helpless, and Wan Jianxin, in response to him, was always as cruel as reality.

"You are not qualified to hold a sword, a sect composed of people like you, in fact, is not qualified to be called the Divine Sword Sect - the Divine Sword Sect was created by the righteous heroes and heroes of the Heavenly Sword Sect three hundred years ago, and the ancestors studied under the Heavenly Sword Sect, removed the fierce and fierce spirit of the sword qi in the "Mind Heavenly Sword Dafa", passed down the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra", and developed it conscientiously for three hundred years, so that ten years ago, there was the first major sect of the righteous path Divine Sword Sect that could fight the Demon Wei Pavilion Poison Dragon Sect and the five poisonous streams of the Fierce Ghost Sect ten years ago, and now it is ...... Is there anything left of this sect except for a name? No, nothing!"

At the end of his speech, his tone became fierce and sad: "The Divine Sword Sect, which has abandoned the belief in the righteous path, is already dead! It died five years ago! And now, this dead corpse is really rotting at a high speed! Even the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra" has been abandoned! Even the "Momentary Scenery Thorn" and "Undecided Slash" have been completely abandoned! Is the "Soul Chasing Sword of Life", which can be played very slippery by evoking ordinary demons on the rivers and lakes? Is such a sect still called the Divine Sword Sect? Or is it the number one sect in the world? I think it's just a virtue with the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and Lingxiao Pavilion, and the Black Qi Building is stronger than you!"

Wan Jianxin finished speaking, but there was no hint of ridicule of others' superiority in his tone, no hint of sarcasm at the defeat of his subordinates, only a very heavy sadness, as if mourning the cause he had gone all out, the truth he had sacrificed his life to pursue, and the road he had traveled blindfolded. That sadness was so vague, so restrained, hidden in his passionate words, only for the Heavenly Swordsmen to listen to it very well, but in this inadvertent moment, it suddenly moved Shen Ji.

"Wait a minute, sister. Shen Ji suddenly let go of her hand, left the little ayara who was at a loss, and walked towards the courtyard alone, she once again got into the big hole she had made herself, and came to Wan Jianxin's side, and for the first time in her life, for the first time, she took the initiative to pat Wan Jianxin's back.

That action was like the eldest sister comforting the younger brother, that action made Wan Jianxin like a lightning strike, flattered and almost split his personality, he quickly moved a step sideways, and used his tall, majestic and handsome figure as a shield in front of the girl.

His hand, once again gripping the terrifying artifact at his waist, was even more steadfast than the last time. His gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade, and the scalpel pierced the bustard deeply. His voice was not cold, but it was aggressive, high-spirited and fierce, with the endless confidence of a true world's number one young master.