In the blink of an eye, Jian Poor is facing a life and death crisis, but he also has real skills, as a top master who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, I don't know how many times he has encountered danger, this kind of master has his own hole cards. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Flying Immortal Sword Intent!"

At the moment of emergency, Jian Poor's body shook, his right foot stepped forward, and the whole person seemed to teleport, and instantly appeared above Jian Chen, jumping down in the air, stepping on the hero sword with both feet, and infusing internal force, so that the hero sword was not controlled by Jian Chen, and the sword qi reversed and returned.

"What a subtle swordsmanship!" Jian Chen came back to his senses with a stunned expression, and the long sword in his hand was retracted, like an incognito ghost in the mountains, and suddenly the other party had nowhere to borrow.

The sword poor saw that it was good, and he retreated, gasping for breath quickly, his face became a little pale, and there were three kinds of sword dao realms in the Fengyun world, which were divided into heavenly swords, magic swords and flying immortals.

At this time, only the martial arts myth was nameless and cultivated into the realm of the Heavenly Sword, and the sword saint who realized the twenty-three Heavenly Exterminating Jedi Sword at the time of dying cultivated into the realm of the Demon Sword, and the flying immortals who were as famous as these two realms were the ultimate sword path that ordinary swordsmen could not reach, and the sword poor only comprehended a trace of fur, and forcibly exerted the sword intent of the flying immortals, almost exhausting the true qi in the body.

"Master Zhong Mei, I don't know when the peerless sword will be born?" Aotian stood beside Mrs. Ao, constantly looking in the direction of the sword pool, his expression was a little impatient, so many masters gathered here, he was afraid that there would be an accident.

Not far from Aotian and Mrs. Ao, there were three people, one of whom was a strong man in his forties with a thick beard and eyebrows and a short robe, and a man and a woman, guarding the sword pool.

The forty-year-old man was Zhong Mei, his tiger eyes swept around, and he said in a deep voice: "The blood shed now is not enough, we must let the blood fill the sword pool, and with the nourishment of countless sword intents, the sword soul of the peerless sword can reach the peak state!"

Aotian frowned, looking at the swordsmen around the sword pool, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he didn't act rashly, but shifted his gaze to the master.

This sword festival, all the pressure is on the sword demon, with his strongest strength in the Sword Worship Villa, if he is defeated, the peerless sword will fall into the hands of others, and the Sword Worship Villa can no longer see the hope of reviving the lintel.

The sword demon's eyes were murderous, like a demon god descending into the world, the sword qi in his hand was condensed like a substance, and he tore out the Dao Dao blood mouth on Bu Jingyun's body, and a trace of sword qi spread along the wound, entering the meridians and wanton destruction, less than thirty moves, Bu Jingyun snorted, staggered back, and retreated without being defeated in blood.

Seeing this, Jian Chen hurriedly flew up, and with a horizontal sword in his hand, the sword qi that was stabbed by the trend shattered, "Surprise! Are you okay?"

Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen are childhood friends, when Huojiazhuang was destroyed, the nameless master and apprentice passed by here, rescued Bu Jingyun, during this period, Bu Jingyun also stole a trick from Jian Chen inexplicable swordsmanship, it is with that trick of grief and inexplicable, he worshiped the world after he could quickly kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and enter the field of vision.

Jian Qian couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw that Bu Jingyun had been severely injured in less than thirty moves, "The sword demon, this old ghost's broken vein sword qi has actually cultivated to such a realm, and the sword is very powerful with qi, even sharper than a divine soldier!

Jian Poor's eyes flickered, and then he made up his mind, and the figure flickered, came to the side of the sword circle, stepped on the hilt of countless long swords, and prepared to fly away.

"Hugh go!" The roar of thunder exploded, and the sword demon turned into sword light, and pursued violently, and a fierce sword aura flew into the air, stopping Jian Poor.

Guo Longzhen frowned slightly, and said secretly: "This sword demon's original reputation is directly chasing the sword saint, and his strength is really extraordinary, if he doesn't comprehend the sword twenty-two, I'm afraid even I won't be his opponent!"

After watching the fight between Sword Demon, Bu Jingyun, Sword Poor, and Jian Chen, Guo Longzhen secretly felt their sword intent, intending to take his swordsmanship to the next level.

"The sword qi of this sword demon is like a real long sword, it seems that it has reached the peak of condensing the sword with qi!"

"Yes, in contrast, the sword intent of the poor Flying Immortal is just a fur, miscellaneous and impure, a few days ago, he fought with the gang leader, and he was defeated in one move, his swordsmanship is okay to deal with ordinary people, and he can't stop it when he encounters a master!"

Wei Geng and Ma Ying sighed softly, their swordsmanship was not good, but their eyesight was not weak, and they couldn't look down on the so-called Flying Immortal Sword Intent of Sword Poverty, but they were very interested in the Sword Demon's Broken Pulse Sword Qi.

Guo Longzhen took their words into his ears and smiled faintly, the sword demon's broken vein sword qi seems to be mysterious, in fact, the main world's qi triple martial artist can do this, it is just a simple true qi condensation, the true qi of the martial artist in the wind and cloud world is mixed, if you can't do this, you will feel that the true qi condensation is very magical.

The sword demon took great pains to temper his true qi, purified his sword qi to the extreme, and condensed the sword qi that was like a substance, with the sword intent of the broken vein, and the sword intent was very strong, and a move blasted out, hitting the shoulder, the sword qi broke through the body, and the sword poor let out a terrible howl, and blood spilled into the sky.

"Sword Poor, Lao Tzu will send you to see the King of Hades!" The sword demon was furious, burst into a shout, his fingers condensed into sword qi, and he came in pursuit without relenting, and he was bound to kill Jian Poor here.

"Seniors, please be merciful!" Jian Chen was chivalrous, unable to sit idly by and watch Jian Poor being killed, so he stepped forward with his sword again, and worked together with Jian Poor to deal with Sword Demon.

Seeing this situation, the many swordsmen around saw this, you look at me, I will look at you, and suddenly a few people urged their bodies at the same time, and rushed towards the direction of the sword pool, ready to take advantage of the opportunity when the sword demon and Jian Chen could not make a move.

"The idler stops, and those who intend to step into the sword pool will be killed!" The two sword guards beside Zhong Mei shouted angrily, moved in unison, and blocked the sword pool, these two people are sword slaves who have guarded the peerless sword for generations, the majestic man is named Wen Crossbow, and the other woman is dressed in red, slender and beautiful, named Leng Yan.

The strength of these two people has just stepped into the top ranks, and they are holding sharp swords, which should not be underestimated.

Many swordsmen came to worship the sword villa, in order to be a peerless sword, at this time it was not easy to get the opportunity, how could they easily retreat, these people swarmed up, the sword light flickered, and the sword shadow shrouded the two of them.

"Helper, what should we do now?do you want to do it?" Ghost Shadow hurriedly asked, he, Wei Geng, and Ma Ying saw the chaos in front of them, and their hearts were a little impatient, and they couldn't hold their breath.

"Don't worry, the blood in the sword pool has not been filled yet, when these people are all injured and the sword intent of the peerless sword is nourished to the peak, it will not be too late for us to do it!" Guo Long was extremely calm.

Those who are known as the first-class swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but they only fight to a tie with Wen Crossbow Leng Yan, the giant sword in Wen Crossbow's hand and the Liangyi Whirlwind Sword in Leng Yan's hand are all carefully cast weapons in Baijian Villa, Wen Crossbow's swordsmanship is like a mountain, Leng Yan's swordsmanship is as fast as a wind, the two are uncertain, the weight is heart-to-heart, and they cooperate seamlessly, blocking dozens of swordsmen out of the sword pool.

Sharp weapons slashed through the crowd, screaming miserably, and a moment later, all the swordsmen who came forward to surround and rob were all hung in color, and blood flowed.

The blood of the sword poor and dozens of swordsmen flowed down the smooth bluestone ground, through a special iron trough to the sword pool, the sword intent contained in the blood continued to converge, and the flames in the sword pool burst into flames, burning to the sky!

"The sword intent of the peerless sword has been completed, and a hundred years of hard work have finally made me wait until today!" Seeing such an abnormal situation, the swordsmith Zhong Mei couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but kneel on the ground, as if he was worshipping the Supreme of the Sword that was about to be born. (To be continued.) )