Electrifying flint, shocking and steep.

The long sword that stabbed back abruptly, the cold light entered the eyes, at first glance it looked like a long gray snake, and it coldly spat out the snake letter, opened its mouth, and bit her with a cruel smile.

Even in the mist, Jiang Han was full of ears and eyes, and he didn't react for a while.

In an instant, the gray-white long sword had reached Jiang Han's chest, and the sword blade was not more than an inch away.

Even Jiang Han could feel the fierce killing intent coming from the blade, piercing the skin, almost going straight to his heart, twisting all kinds of bloody blurs, and there was no vitality.

The inexplicable coldness and strange misery actually made Jiang Han dazed for a moment, and he didn't react to it, just watched the long sword approaching.

"Click, click..."

It's just that at this moment, there was a burst of rich aroma of wine, and the "rattling" sound of ice glass condensation suddenly sounded, like thunder in Jiang Han's ears.

For a moment, he was clear, but he saw that he was on the verge of crisis.

"Bang!"

Vigorously attacked, Jiang Han only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his eyes turned black, and his mind went blank, so he flew out directly upside down and fell into the mist.

"Click..."

Then, the Sword Master of Bitterness retracted his long sword, and then shook it slightly, and the ice glass attached to the blade of the sword instantly shattered, fragile as a blank piece of paper.

The Sword Master of Misery, who had completely calmed down, was surrounded by gray and white, as if there was nothing, and the whole person seemed to have turned into gray smoke, filled with a thick sense of misery and sorrow.

He closed his eyes and turned around, his face was neither sad nor joyful, and he held his long sword and pointed straight at the place where Jiang Han was.

"Everything is suffering, how can manpower do it?"

The Sword Master of Suffering, who incarnates the Sword Intent of Bitterness itself, perceives his surroundings with emotions, influencing the endless mist that permeates his body.

Although these fogs are an eyesore, they are very useful in turning them into their own hands and feet, and subtle changes are far more useful here than the ears and eyes.

Rather than being affected by the mist and losing judgment of the surrounding environment, it is better to discard it directly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sword intent was unassuming, and the misery soared to the sky.

Under the sword intent, the disheveled and tattered clothes of the Sword Master of Misery continued to rise and fall, his gray hair was also scattered, and the wisps of gray smoke that filled his body began to converge, constantly strangling the surrounding mist.

Immediately after, he gently stretched out a finger and pointed slightly towards the place where Jiang Han was.

"A sword of sorrow. ”

With an indifferent word in his mouth, the gray smoke around the sword master of bitterness condensed, and he transformed into a long sword full of sorrow, stabbing straight towards Jiang Han mercilessly, the majestic sword intent, the bitterness of grief, and the surrounding mist were dispersed, and the killing machine was amazing.

"Hmm..."

The sword power was shrouded, Jiang Han felt a chill all over her body, the abrupt counterattack of the previous bitter sword master, and the sharp pain of the sword attack that sank on her chest, had not yet relieved her.

Even if there is a drunken and crazy ice glass slow resistance, minus most of the heavy force, but the late stage of the Martial Sect is the late stage of the Martial Sect after all, and the gap between the two is still too big.

Not to mention the four sword masters, almost all of them are invincible existences in the same realm, so how can she match them?

At this moment, in the face of the sword of the Sword Lord of Misery, she almost had little combat power, and even dodging it would probably cost her a great price.

"Tapp..."

At this moment, someone stepped forward.

The long robe with sword intent swayed, but he couldn't move his steps, and in the wine gourd, the rich aroma of wine wrapped in the blue and white sword light, hanging down.

Behind the drunken madness, the ice glass was pervasive, making the Liuyan ice glass branch condense, and the pressure in the body became more and more majestic.

Subsequently, Yan Li Chengyuan held the sword flower and danced, the sword light was extremely fast, but extremely slow, as if thousands of years had passed, and they were still staying

In the next moment, there was never the slightest stroke.

At the same time, Jiang Han, who was drunk and crazy, clenched his silver teeth, looked ruthless, and directly burst back, submerged into the mist, and disappeared.

"A sword... Saving the future. ”

Suddenly, the drunken and crazy expression was cold, and the strange sword flower condensed into a long river of blue and white, and swooped straight into the gray smoke condensing sword.

The thick mist was filled, and the long river of green and white had no effect on it, but it made the sword intent of gray smoke become a little ethereal, as if everything was wandering in the long river of green and white, lost for thousands of years.

There was no terrible collision roar, no light sword intent entanglement, as if nothing had happened, and as if a lot had sunk into the years and disappeared.

Opposite the drunken madness, the Bitter Sword Lord's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Qingming's eyes looked straight away, as if he was a little dazed, but also seemed to have an understanding, and sighed in his mouth: "What is this sword called?"

"Saving a thousand years. ”

The caftan swings up, faintly chic, and seems to be a hero's twilight.

"It's a good one. ”

The bitter sword master praised his face, and with a shock of his big hand, he grabbed the long sword in the palm of his hand and stepped out: "You can take the old man's sad sword, it's very good." ”

"It's a good hand at sword cultivation, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Click, click..."

As the words of the Sword Lord of Bitterness came out, the drunken and calm face gradually surged out of whiteness, and the flowing flame ice glass branches that gathered behind him also began to lose their brilliance and withered and fell.

The sword, which seemed to be drunk and crazy, drained all its energy, could no longer be supported, and collapsed.

The gap between the realms of the two is too big, drunk and crazy, and he emptied the spiritual power of his whole body before he wielded a sword that he realized, and from Yu Feng's body, he realized a sword...

This sword is his hole card, although he blocked the sword of the bitter sword master, but it is still too weak, the realm is still too low, and he has no strength to fight again.

Even the Yanli Chengyuan in his hand made the sword blade into the wine gourd.

"Old man, I'll send you on your way. ”

At this moment, the Sword Master of Misery had approached a few steps, holding the gray and white long sword in his hand, and slowly stabbed towards the chest of the drunken madman, not as if to send him on the road, but to let him watch himself die.

"Whew..."

The breeze rose lightly in the mist, and the hidden white skirt fluttered quietly.

"Huh?"

The Sword Master of Bitterness frowned, his steps paused slightly, his eyes were concentrating, and a flash of light flashed in the corner of his eye.

"Heh..."

Disdainful and sneering, the Sword Master of Bitterness shook his head slightly, but he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and continued to go towards the drunken madness: "In the face of absolute strength, any assassination is stupid to death. ”

"Zheng..."

The moment his voice fell, the murderous plane struck.

With the flash of the white shadow, the sudden cold wind lifted his long hair and pierced his throat.

Simple, decisive.

One blow, without any superfluous movements.

"Huh..."

The Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune looked disdainful, and with a tremble of his wrist, he made the blade of the sword tilt, almost turning into a gray-white light, piercing the white shadow.

Without any surprises, it goes straight through.

"Huh?"

It's just that the moment the blade of the sword disappeared into the body of the white shadow, there was no feeling of piercing anything on the blade, as if it was just a bland sword, stabbed in the air.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng..."

Suddenly, the cold light reappeared, but it came from all directions, and the dazzling brilliance seemed endless.

Illusory, false

Elephant.

This was the first feeling that welled up in the heart of the Sword Master of Suffering.

He knew that this was Jiang Han using the mist to interfere with his cognition, and this method was mostly a fantasy, and the ontology must be hidden in it, trying to kill it with a thunderous blow at a critical moment.

This kind of trick, the Sword of Bitter Misfortune has seen too much, and with Bitter Misery Ring, she has no chance at all.

"What's going on?"

Just thinking like this in his heart, the Sword Lord of Bitter Misfortune felt it for a moment, but his face changed, and he looked at the thousands of white shadows around him again, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

In his perception, none of these figures were illusory, they were completely real.

But he couldn't think about it too much, the sharp dagger was full of coldness, and the killing machine in front of him had already rushed to his face, stabbing straight to the chest, without the slightest concealment.

After a little pause in his heart, the bitter sword master did not gamble, but raised his sword to kill.

The gray-white sword fell, and the person who was clearly real in his perception turned into a wisp of mist, submerged into the other fog around him, and dissipated into the air.

Seeing this, the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune furrowed his brows, and his wrinkles became deeper and deeper.

But then, the daggers around him attacked, killing like a tide, so that he could no longer be distracted, and he shot again, ruthlessly and decisively, and completely swept away the white-clothed phantoms around him.

Without exception, all of them are illusory.

"Play with me?"

The face of the Sword Master of Bitterness was cold, and after cutting off the white shadow in front of him, he actually looked at him fiercely, and stood in place alive, facing the attacks and killings around him, not dodging or dodging.

White shadows in the sky, killing machines everywhere.

Let him have no way to think about it, instead of being passively consumed, it is better to give it a go, resist a dagger, and see what is mysterious in this.

He was thinking, and in an instant, the dagger poured out like rain, covering almost every corner of his body.

Although the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune was gambling, he did not dare to give his life away, and directly wrapped the Sword Intent of Bitter Misfortune around his body to prevent unexpected accidents, so as to fight back as soon as possible.

"Huh..."

In an instant, the dagger entered his body, causing the Bitter Sword Master's condensed gaze to change dramatically, and his face turned pale in an instant.

What kind of illusory is this, it is a real dagger, and almost before he can react, dozens of knives have been stabbed into his body.

The knife is bloody, and the blood is overflowing.

"Get out of here!"

The Sword Lord of Bitter Suffering glared angrily, and his sword intent raged, turning into thousands of swords, sweeping in all directions, and strangling countless white-clothed figures, but just as he had killed at the beginning, it was completely illusory.

Countless white-clothed figures, all of which turned into wisps of mist under his sword, melted into the surrounding sky.

The strange scene made the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune feel a chill, and the stinging pain of dozens of wounds around his body, as well as the blood flowing out, made him extremely embarrassed: "What the hell is this..."

"Zheng..."

Suddenly, another white robe appeared.

Only this time, there was only one person.

"Coming back?"

Seeing this, anger rose from his heart, and the expression on the face of the Sword Master of Bitterness became distorted and hideous, and he raised his sword to gather power, just to completely smash the mist in all directions.

"Old thing, goodbye. ”

Suddenly, a cold cold sound disappeared into my ears.

Hearing this, the pupils of the Sword Master of Bitterness shrank suddenly, and a figure could be seen in the corner of his eye, and he didn't know when he appeared in front of him, but it was just a few feet.

"Look for death!"

But this distance was not enough to kill him, and he shouted angrily in his mouth, and the bitterness that lingered around him gathered awe-inspiringly, and the condensed sword slashed mercilessly.

It's just that the moment he made a move, the corner of his eye that was about to disappear, and the cold glow disappeared in a flash.