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An unavoidable open place, Lu Qiming looked up and looked ahead.

Not long ago, he met Yan Ling, a woman from the fox clan in that month, and used Han Bingkun's power to temporarily shock her away. Lu Qiming had a premonition of this moment.

There are a number of young masters in the Divine Domain who are deeply involved with each other, as long as there is the first one to start, with Lu Qiming's state at this time, more will follow, and he can't avoid any of them at all.

Now, here's it.

There was a sound of footsteps, but there were two people. A swordsman in black, a waitress in green clothes.

Lu Qiming finally stopped and looked at them.

The man's eyebrows were plain and solemn, he took the long sword from the arms of the maid and crossed the country, and indifferently performed a sword salute with the young man.

"Wuji Sword Sect Jiang Shou, ordered to kill you. Nine generations. ”

The breath is not the slightest long, the tone is almost flat, and the body and heart are as lonely as a dry pool. It turned out to be the Ruthless Man and the Ruthless Sword. Lu Qiming sighed and raised the bamboo cane in his hand slightly.

Quiescence.

A slightly trembling bamboo cane streaked through the air, bringing the silence of the world as if it had disappeared.

That tiny trajectory faded in Jiang Shou's eyes, faded away the sound, faded away, faded away all inconsequential appearances, and Huo Ran turned into a shocking sword light projected into his heart.

The black-clothed swordsman's gaze moved with the bamboo cane, and the pair of pitch-black pupils seemed to set off a whirlpool of excitement in an instant.

This is the most sacred and lofty language that belongs to the way of the sword, and it is wonderful, and Jiang Shou is fascinated by it in an instant. He has no love in his life, only Jian'er.

Jiang Shou understood that Jiushiro was talking about the shortcomings in his kendo, but he didn't approve of it. No one in the world can understand the opponent's kendo just by one side, so Jiang Shou retorted.

He took a step back abruptly, and the invisible qi connection between him and the sword attendant was suddenly broken, causing the woman in Tsing Yi to stay in place at a loss.

But Jiang Shou didn't care. His eyes drooped slightly, and he raised his arm to draw a steady circle of moderation, and suddenly stopped at four or three points.

At the same moment when he paused, Lu Qiming lightly scanned his staff and pointed to nothingness.

Jiang Shou's chest froze, and his brows were deeply locked. It was clear that neither of them had used a trace of true power, but he felt that the sword in his hand was suddenly heavier than a thousand pounds.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sword again, and waited for the young man's answer.

However, this time, Lu Qiming just looked at him quietly and didn't make any moves.

A fatal premonition that suddenly exploded in my heart in an instant-

Jiang Shou's expression was cold to the extreme, and he tried his best to twist his body, and a piece of blood rushed up from his left shoulder at the same time!

"Childe!" the female swordsman in Tsing Yi exclaimed in surprise, subconsciously pulled out the soft sword at her waist, and looked around in a defensive posture.

But you can't see anything around! Who is it?

Jiang Shou didn't say another word.

He held his breath, froze in place, and then suddenly backhanded a sword!

The gravel and sand swept into a hideous dragon, and the fierce sword qi clash and the emptiness behind it!

Before the smoke of gunpowder was over, Jiang Shou had already turned around at the same time, and without hesitation, he stabbed another sword into the sky!

The gas engine hedged again, and it tore out a temporary vacuum, and finally the distortion was calmed down.

Han Bingkun suddenly shot out with an invisible body, but he was still blocked by Jiang Shou's two swords in succession!

And neither Lu Qiming nor Han Bingkun was surprised. If Jiang Shou didn't even have such skills, there would be no need for them to spend their energy on waiting in formation.

Aura, sword aura, Han Bingkun's invisible power, Jiang Shou's cold qi. The regular beam of light dancing in the sky quickly evolved under Lu Qiming's eyes, and he looked at it unswervingly, distinguishing the ray of light in an instant, and said in a low voice.

"Wind!"

-- Fierce and violent winds, winds that break the wind of an instant, winds that repeat in parallel arcs and infinitely.

At that moment, Han Bingkun's mind was unprecedentedly concentrated, firmly grasping that extremely subtle little bit of spiritual light, and brazenly slashed out with crazy determination!

His strength is no longer eight, and Lu Qiming's body is even more difficult to support, this battle must be decided quickly, and this sword must be hit!

Jiang Shou's pupils shrank.

Then he closed his eyes resolutely.

The passage of time seems to stretch infinitely at this moment.

The ancient sword Yue Guo was still held in the palm of Jiang Shou's hand, it was a sword, but it had already turned into a part of his body, and at this moment, this sword had become himself!

Strength, life, soul. Jiang Shou completely let go of himself and did not hesitate to give everything he had to the sword.

No one can describe Jiang Shou's response at that moment.

Where there was no possibility, the tip of the sword of the long sword Yue Guo faced its invisible opponent, sweeping everything away.

Jiang Shou opened his eyes and was unharmed.

At that moment, even the enemy of life and death would feel an instant tremor. Han Bingkun never knew that ruthless sword dao could also create such miracles.

Lu Qiming had already spoken again, calm as usual.

"Late. ”

Life and death break through the limits of one's own kendo in an instant? That is certainly a gratifying blessing, but the moment of emptiness that is forever hidden after the excitement is the easiest time to be killed.

Those who practice the path of ruthlessness are also human beings.

The war never ended!

The long-term relationship has already made Han Bingkun familiar with Lu Qiming's guidance to the extreme, while he was still shocked by his heart at the first moment, the next moment he has instinctively obeyed the will of the young man and took out his sword!

-- The silent night, the night when the light fades, the night when all life is dormant.

Unconscious sword moves are always faster than conscious!

Jiang Shou roared and retreated desperately, and the Tsing Yi sword attendant stepped forward in advance, like a tributary silently merging into the ocean, and the sword intent of the master and servant instantly merged!

The horizontal and vertical sword qi collided and then divided, and Lu Qiming had already said the third word.

"Empty. ”

The elusive emptiness, the emptiness of nothingness, the emptiness of nothingness, and the emptiness of nothingness!

The original lifeless sword, the accumulation of guidance since the acquaintance, and the sword path runes that penetrated the vast world not long ago-everything in the memory of time surged and merged, and in an instant, a new and incomparably sharp sword light was condensed in Han Bingkun's heart, and he was about to take out the sword-

Lu Qiming closed his eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

Han Bingkun took out the sword-

As soon as the earth-shattering sword intent was born, it soared straight into the sky, and Jiang Shou could no longer suppress the surging blood in his chest. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he still clenched the hilt of Yue Guo's sword expressionlessly, and hastily and resolutely raised his sword.

The wind surged, and the sword momentum finally rushed down-

But suddenly in the second snap of the finger, a fatal stagnation burst out!

Jiang Shou's eyes suddenly burned to the extreme, and he fought back crazily!

A flash.

Lu Qiming seemed to hear a faint thud of broken glass, and the ubiquitous sword qi in the ancient battlefield swept over him.

The pain that spread throughout his body struck again, and Lu Qiming almost supported his whole body weight on the bamboo cane so that he did not fall down immediately. When he looked down, he saw his own blood dripping from the ground.

Han Bingkun's protective barrier has disappeared.

Jiang Shou's sword intent beyond the past made Han Bingkun have to repeatedly exert more effort to suppress it. But after all, Han Bingkun has lost his physical body, and his strength can only be restored by dormancy, but if he wants to protect Lu Qiming all the time, how can he have a chance? Now that Jiang Shou is far from dead, Han Bingkun has completely exhausted his soul energy.

Opposite side.

Jiang Shou coughed up a mouthful of blood again, slowed down for a moment, and raised his eyes again to look at the crumbling young man not far ahead.

"Who was that person just now?" Jiang Shou asked, "He's very strong." ”

Lu Qiming did not answer.

Jiang Shou raised his sword and slowly approached.

Lu Qiming's fingers moved slightly, and the blood on the ground twisted and formed silently like a spiritual snake......

Jiang Shou stood still and said, "You are stronger, so I don't dare to let you continue to live." ”

And then slash down with a sword!