"Unscrupulous old man, your state of mind cultivation is ridiculously poor, where will your real strength be?" Ziyan said coldly with endless contempt: "If you win, you want to kill, and you treat human life like grass and ants, which shows the cruelty and coldness of your heart. ＂

"What a demon girl with a vicious tongue, the old man wants to weigh how much confidence you have, dare to provoke the old man so unscrupulously, and don't burn you to the bone, the old man's neck is up for you to take away. "There is no need for the old man to be arrogant and domineering, how can anyone dare to humiliate him so much in person, and he is so angry that he is so angry that he actually uses his head to talk about things, which shows that he has not fought, and his mind is confused by his opponent, if he does not adjust it immediately, this battle will be lost.

"Yun Gongzi! This unscrupulous old man's nonsense can be counted? I'm afraid that without the nod and approval of your little master, the little woman really can't do it. Otherwise, with the hegemony of your Cloud Smoke City, it seems that no one would dare to touch it easily. What's more, it was an ordinary battle of "using force to determine the world", but she had to face the threat of being burned to the bone, for a woman, how could she be embarrassed, how should she deal with it?

Since ancient times, it has been a matter of course that people who want to kill people will always kill them. Although it is just a challenge to the gambling game, but once the force is used to fight, death and injury cannot be avoided, only complaining that he has not learned martial arts, why complain?" Yun Fei put on a gentleman's style, and said loudly, in his cognition, to cut off the head of a strong man who breaks the void, the difficulty is not to press the sky, it is purely a ridiculous joke, if anyone takes it seriously, he will definitely die a very ugly death: "If you think you have this strength and ability, you can do it with confidence, I will wait here!" Zi Yan glanced at the bearded old man, and the divine light seemed to look at a condemned death row prisoner: "Your little master seems to have pronounced your fate, or I will be burned to the red face and dry bones by you, otherwise, you will definitely become a headless corpse." "Sure enough, crazy enough! I don't know how much arrogant capital you can have as a little girl?" The anger in the old man's heart broke through the bottom line of patience, and with a flick of his arm, there was a long knife in his hand, a black and red streamer was entwined and flickering, holding the handle of the knife, every time he said a word, the momentum on the knife climbed by a point, the knife was not unsheathed, and it gave people a kind of momentum of a long knife breaking through the air, domineering. The human knife is one, the knife intent is soaring, and the edge is endless.

Choke!

The long knife finally choked out of its sheath, and a crimson sword shot out into the sky, and the blazing sword qi tore through the space domineeringly, slashing through the air.

There is no need for the old man to be angry, as soon as he makes a move, he will sacrifice his blade, and Ziyan will not arrogantly fight with his flesh and blood. The moment the other party's long knife came out of the sheath, she didn't know when there was an extra sword in her hand, her right hand touched the hilt of the sword, and instantly drew the sword, slashed the sword, and collected the sword.

Sonorous!

The Red Flame Flame Knife was filled with a fierce knife intent murderous aura, as if it ignited the air flow of the void on the way, and encountered the cyan half-moon-shaped sword light head-on, sonorous impact, and the flame red light flew up obliquely, like a flowing fire out of control.

There are three realms of sword drawing, the first realm is to draw the sword with the body, skillful and fast. The second realm is to use the qi to resist the sword, and it is easy to achieve without any mistakes. The third realm is to control the sword with the will, the meaning is the sword, the sword is the will, the intention is the sword movement, the intention is the unity of the sword, and it is never an exaggeration to call it freewheeling.

Zi Yan drew her sword in an instant, and almost all the viewers in the temple were strong experts, and no one questioned that this woman's sword drawing technique had reached the third supreme realm, or even more terrifying. For her sword was still in its sheath, as if it had never been unsheathed.

"Control the sword with your will!" The old man's body was arched, his feet rubbed the ground, and he slid out on the lawn for several meters, his face was shocked, and he immediately frowned, and he was dignified.

Otherwise, how could his own flaming sword be on the way, and the other party's first attack happened to crush him in the middle of the way.

There is no need for the old man to walk back to the same place step by step, the red light from the outside of the body is more and more prosperous, when he takes the last step, his shoulder and arm are stretched, and the flame long knife in his hand is swirling and slashing, and hundreds of flame knives burst out in an instant, as fast as lightning and thunder, each knife is blazing like fire, and the sparks are flying and shooting, and the body is burning quickly, as if he really wants to burn the other party into red face and dry bones, and his intentions are really vicious.

Seeing this, Ziyan raised her eyebrows slightly, and the long sword in her hand was unsheathed again, and a blue light streaked out of the air, and the green light shone out of the sky.

The sword and sword light suddenly collided, and the sparks flew one after another, and the sonorous explosion exploded.

The flames in the sky were gone, and the shattered and disintegrating blue light suddenly reunited into a sword qi, and it ran diagonally towards the opposite door.

The cyan sword qi was like the wind, shadowless and formless, floating and uncertain, but infinitely fierce.

The sword qi wielded by Ziyan fused with the artistic conception of the wind, passing like the wind, and the wind dispersed and gathered, still the wind. The wind is everywhere, pervasive, soft and sharp.

Although the old man was vicious and arrogant, he also had a lot of knowledge, and in horror, he quickly understood that the other party had comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, and he could also integrate it into the sword momentum. He practiced the artistic conception of fire, and naturally knew the principle of fire borrowing from the wind. The other party's sword was like the wind, and the sword qi did not hurt his skin. The long knife in his hand no longer hesitated, and with one turn and one spin, a beam of crimson swords was as hot as fire, and the cyan sword qi that shot at it in an instant swept away.

It can be said that the fire borrows the wind, the wind helps the fire, the sword flame is more vigorous, and a blazing flame knife reverses the Ziyan and flows backwards.

When the spectators saw this, they all exclaimed, what kind of domineering move was this? It was able to turn the opponent's fierce offensive into their own and take advantage of the situation to counterattack the opponent. This guy is really not an idle person!

In Ziyan's beautiful eyes, her pupils shrank slightly, and her expression was as solemn as water, she really didn't expect the other party to be able to take advantage of the situation, and she also understood the principle of mutual restraint of the attributes of the world. Seeing that he is really a little arrogant, he looks down on the world.

The wind moves the clouds!

The long sword in Ziyan's hand trembled, and a snow-like cloud seemed to emerge from nothingness, slashing through the air to meet the flaming sword that rushed towards the backstream.

Like snow, the clouds burst into a crystal light, and quickly cut into the fiery sword. The void suddenly presented a spectacular scene of flames burning clouds and snow clouds wrapped in fire.

Boom!

The thunderous sound of swords striking was constantly heard between the rolling clouds of fire, and the Martian silver star splashed and bloomed in the sky. The clouds gradually swallowed up the blazing flames, becoming red and translucent, as if they were clouds of blood.

In a moment, the flames of the blazing sword gradually faded, and then they suddenly cracked, leaving only a blood-colored cloud that was still rapidly spinning and flashing forward.

The clouds of fire were like blood, and the air around them seemed to ignite everywhere they passed, making it unbearably hot. The fire cloud swirls and flies directly at the initiator, clearly to return the favor to the other in the way of others!

There is no need for the old man to look bitter at the moment, extremely depressed, I thought that my wonderful move to take advantage of the situation to counterattack will definitely hit the opponent by surprise, but I did not expect to be the other way by the other party, and even double the amount of money.

The murderous aura of the fire cloud is surging, and if you touch it at the slightest touch, you will either die or be injured. There is no need for the old man to dodge no matter what, Zheng Zheng's murderous aura is like a shadow, chasing after him, making people's hair stand on end, and his heart is pounding.

There was no way to dodge, and the old man simply stopped dodging, took a deep breath, and the long knife suddenly slashed out diagonally in the air, and the flame knife light flew and slashed the fire cloud, with a bang, giving people a spectacular scene of volcanic collapse and bursting.

Bang!

The fire cloud was slashed apart by the furious sword, and two colors appeared in the air, one like snow crystal and the other like blood and fire. Compete with each other, entangle and collide, and do not give in to each other.

There was no need for the old man to reverse the predicament with a knife, and then slashed back and forth, following the trajectory of the previous slash, a series of fierce slashes, blazing into the sky, pushing the momentum of the volcanic collapse to the peak. Like a snowy cloud, it finally fell apart and exploded under the continuous slashing.

Zi Yan's Liuyun Sword was finally defeated by the opponent's Flame Madness Sword, and his expression was still calm and unmoved, but his breath suddenly became a little blurred and floating, and his whole body seemed to be swaying in the void with the wind, appearing and disappearing from time to time, dazzling and difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, suspected to be an illusion.

The next moment, Ziyan's figure suddenly disappeared completely from the other party's sight, and in the blink of an eye, where did the person go?

On the way, the Ziyan people slashed out with a sword, and a cyan arc of light flashed in the void.

This sword came too fast, too suddenly, without any warning, how could a person twenty meters away suddenly rush to the front of him? There is no need for the old man to think too much, he suddenly subconsciously swung his knife and slashed towards the flying sword light, unexpectedly, the cyan sword light paused slightly, the sword body trembled, and turned into seven piercing cyan sword shadows in the twilight, each cyan sword shadow was real, murderous, and endless.

Suddenly, there was no need for the old man to swing a knife, but for a moment he didn't know how to block the sharp sword shadow in it? Could it be that he had to turn seven swords into seven swords like the other party, and he asked himself that he couldn't do it at the moment, let alone make a knife in a hurry.

This sword came quickly, floating strangely, one sword turned into seven, and the sword pointed directly at the fatal parts of the opponent's body. I can't stop it, and in a panic, I made an incredible move, unblocked, not dodging, because all this seems meaningless, and I still can't avoid the misfortune of a sword.