Xiang Tianqi was surprised, angry, went to play with the heart, clasped his hands together, and squeezed hard, but saw that the ice hockey ball in the distance seemed to be under invisible pressure as he squeezed it like this, and it was gradually condensing.

When he was young, the ice hockey ball shattered, and the breath within a radius of ten miles jumped suddenly with this huge explosion, and the burst showed a touch of pale blue sunrise, like a blooming blue rose.

What followed was a burst of countless brilliant, crystalline, and translucent fine Xiaoice crystals, like dense arrows, hitting Xiang Tianqi, like a storm, destroying the world, as if to completely submerge him.

Xiang Tianqi snorted coldly, and when he waved his hand, the mist condensed into frost, the air cooled into ice, and even the sunlight that crossed the sky was frozen in his field of vision, and the true qi devoured the body temperature of the earth, everything seemed to have come to winter.

He folded his hands, pushed forward and turned back, his right palm turned into a fist from the outside to the top, and his left palm was wrapped backwards from the inside down.

A cold wind suddenly blew in front of him, forming a tornado of qi rushing to the clouds, and all the ice crystals were rolled by the whirlwind, pulled by the endless whirling force, and disappeared into the wind, turning into cold mist.

After a failed move, Xiang Mo was not depressed, he was now refreshed and calm.

The true qi in the body runs endlessly, long and continuous, such as a beautiful music, from the dantian, permeating the entire meridians, touching the acupuncture points, the acupuncture points reverberate, spreading the meridians, the meridians perform accompaniment, several reverberations, playing the sound of nature.

With heaven and earth, with the sun and the moon, the vastness is immense, and the celestial bodies are in unison.

Xiang Mo has a sword.

If he feels something in his heart, he moves with his heart, and the sword comes out of no intention, but there is a heart in heaven and earth.

A sword out, invisible water, crystal clear, crystal clear, murmuring in shallow water, magnificent in the reef and soil, cold in the deep mountains, and the stream of the, in the autumn river sail shadow, in the ocean waves.

Sometimes moving, but still, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like rain, rushing forward, surging waves.

Two swords come out, invisible fire, red flying, or unscrupulously expand the minions, or converge the mind and burn the sky, or stretch unrestrained and vigorous and brave, or smart and lively and confide long tongue.

Fierce and brave, fierce and mighty, unstoppable.

Three swords out, tangible soil, broad and heavy, from the mountain is unclimbable, from the stone is indestructible, from the soil is thick and reliable.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains start from the east mountains and a soil.

The three swords are linked, forming a vast mountain and river, all of which are original, such as Mount Tai pressing the top, and the Milky Way pouring down.

These three swords are the power of his whole body, transformed by the thunder of the heavenly realm, and they are the pinnacle of his own spirit and spirit.

Seeing this, Xiang Tianqi felt a pang in his heart, and the cold air was a little better, and the dantian was crazy, and his mind was restricted, like a crazy demon.

The cool breeze rises suddenly, the lonely goose is miserable, the oblique shadow is miserable, and the sky and the earth change.

It was early spring, but it was snowing.

On the earth, in the ice and snow, in the sky, layers of ice walls were formed.

They were three zhang thick and five zhang high, and they relied on each other and connected to each other, forming a strong defense like a fortress, blocking the three swords.

"Woo Woo ......"

There seemed to be a blacksmith shop on the ice wall, and countless ice crystals burst out, splashing out beautifully and dazzlingly, and the volley splashed in the air like white ice slag dazzling and dazzling.

Under the three swords, the ice wall was as weak as tofu, weak and weak, falling apart, and all disappeared after a while.

Less leaning, the long sword flew, only five zhang away from the sky, the aggressive momentum blew the bun away, and the long gray hair fluttered in the wind, like a demon god from hell.

He raised his arms, turned his hands into claws, and leaped to his feet, grabbing the three sword lights that flew like a fierce beast pounced.

The true qi on both arms bloomed, forming a spiral of blue light, which was injected into the glove, and the cold qi suddenly thickened, and suddenly, a touch of cold brilliance bloomed from the fingertips, colliding with the sword light.

He clenched his fists, and the air began to vibrate, forming a concussive circle within three feet.

The cold air in the circle was heavy, and the qi was extremely cold, sharply eroding the three sword lights.

The air around them immediately became chaotic, and the two sides were once again scorched.

The wind whimpered, everything roared, the sky cried and people complained, and the ghosts died.

The canyon is like a balloon blowing, full of suffocating air, and the mountains and rocks instantly become chaotic and incomprehensible, and heaven and earth are indistinguishable.

Xiang Mo looked at the place where he was mighty to the sky in the distance, sighed, and his heart was blank.

Now that he is almost dry, he can't exert any strength in his body, as long as someone with a little bit of true qi comes, he can only be arrested.

His sword was shattered, leaving a hilt in his hand.

Since he fought to restrain the seal, he has prepared several long swords as backups, and now there is not much left, if he continues to fight, he can only rely on the tasteless long pen.

However, no matter how good the pen is, it can't compare to the clear and smooth hand of the sword, and it is still a bad move after all.

In the distance, the winner was not yet decided, and he could only stand stunned, quietly waiting for the final decision.

He didn't like this feeling very much, this kind of hope for an uncertain outcome, but there was nothing he could do.

Xiang Tianqi has been famous for a long time, and his foundation is extremely solid, even if Xiang Mo has many adventures today and understands the heart of heaven, he can't be said to be 100% sure, at best, he is just a gamble.

If you succeed, you will escape, and if you fail, you will die, and after all, your strength will be insufficient.

In his silence, he took out a long sword again, and looked at the lines flowing on it, stunned.

At the critical moment, the most nostalgic thing is actually the sword.

He remembered when he was a child, the moment he held a sword for the first time, his heart was agitated, and he longed to go to the end of the world with one person and one sword.

Later, when he encountered great disasters and sorrows, he still spent it dancing with a sword.

Now, I have no true qi, my spirit is weak, and I don't know what else to do, so let's dance the sword.

When he raised his hand, it was Ling Dang's swordsmanship.

Even though the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the sky and the earth are cracked, the sword is still a sword, and the sword is still in the heart, and it will never be exhausted.

Xiang Mo forgot where he was at this moment, forgot Xiang Tianqi, forgot the canyon, and forgot time.

Move your feet forward and backward, flip and rotate your hands, and flip the tip of your sword at will.

The sword style is fast or slow, light and heavy, a hundred turns and a thousand turns, and the mystery is mysterious.

In this way, his sword was swung over and over again, tirelessly, without pain, as he had done with his sword for the first time, with sincerity in piety and charm in his swing.

Not far away, the smoke and dust drifted away, the wind dispersed, the dust settled, and only a layer of white fog that was difficult to drift away for a long time still hovered around, telling the great battle that had passed here.

There was only one person left in the clearing, and the three mighty sword lights had long since disappeared.

"Hahaha......"

Xiang Tianqi spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed wildly:

"Xiang Mo Xiao'er, no matter how you can change your chances, your tricks are strange, and you can't resist the old man's mystical skills, and I'm not afraid to tell you that the old man is actually half a step away, and he has already seen that trace of mystery, your three swords are under the claws of the old man, and they are also dirty chickens and dogs, not worth seeing!"

Although he laughed at Xiang Mo without scruples, the disciples of the Xiang family in the distance had already seen the miserable predicament of this great elder.

His clothes were in tatters, leaking out of the charred skin inside, and his hair was split by a strong wind, and most of it was broken, and his whole body was pitch black, as if he had been charred and burned.

The gas-marked gloves on his hands had long since turned into pieces and floated away with the wind, leaving only Sensen's white bones exposed in the two shriveled palms.

"Who will win this battle? Why do I think Xiang Mo will win?"

"I also think, look at what has become of the Great Elder, I'm afraid that the two hands are useless, without hands, I don't know what else he can do to fight with Xiang Mo!"

"If Xiang Mo wins, won't our Xiang family lose all face?"

Everyone was talking, and the eyes that looked at the Great Elder also changed.

"Hmph, I think the Great Elder has already won!"

A disciple of the Xiang Family Law Enforcement Hall wearing a long robe sneered.

"How do you see that? The Great Elder has become like that, and he can continue to fight?" Someone asked puzzledly,

"Hehe, you have been in the Xiang family for so many years, don't you know the Great Elder!

The young man in the long coat continued:

"Don't look at that Xiang Mo unscathed, but in fact, he has already been strong in the middle, how old is he, he can have the true qi of the great elder, I think he is just an empty shelf now, and the true qi has already been consumed!"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Xiang Mo, who was dancing with a sword, and gradually realized that what this young man in long clothes said was true.

Now, do you want to go up and chop off Xiang Mo? Another person has a greedy desire.

As he said, Xiang Mo has indeed done something outside the strong.

The hand he held the sword was trembling, the green tendons on it were exposed, and the long sword was no longer as smooth as water as before, and every move and style was trembling slightly with the arm.

Sweat grew on his head, like a gurgling stream, flowing down his forehead and neck, wetting his clothes, and falling into the earth.

His movements slowed and slowed, each move almost draining the last of his strength.

But he still insisted, a fearless persistence.

At this point, he really did his best.

Killing Xiang Shi Xiang Rufa has exceeded everyone's imagination, and it has consumed a lot of energy to compete with the sword intent, and finally can fight against Xiang Rufa, which is almost heavenly.

If he were someone else, at his age, he would have died a long time ago without a place to be buried.

But he still persevered, got an adventure, seriously injured Xiang Tianqi, and was only one step away from escaping.

But such a step is like a chasm that cannot be crossed.

It's just that he still has his persistence, and his persistence is the sword.

The head can be dropped, blood can be spilled, but the sword cannot be thrown, and the swordsmanship cannot be forgotten.

Give birth to what I want, sword I want, choose both, sacrifice life and take the sword.

Xiang Mo's face was pale, his qi and blood were scattered, and only a pair of eyes seemed to be like a clear spring, bottomless, bright as if he could see through everything.

If someone looks at him, he will definitely be able to see in his eyes that the burning will, the indomitable between life and death.

Seeing that Xiang Mo didn't care, he was still dancing the sword there, and Xiang Tianqi was angry.

He rested for a while, applied some wound medicine, swallowed a few True Qi Pills, and hurriedly dragged his injured leg towards Mo's side.

Now that victory was imminent, he couldn't wait.