The light was bright, the sword aura was clear, and the azure blue aura swirled in the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The light was shrouded, and Wen Ziliang had a sacred feeling of wearing stars and moons.

After many years, the Wen family's famous sword pearl finally reappeared, after the baptism of ancient blood calamity, the conquest of the Great War of Cultivation, this divine weapon with blood and fire reappeared in the world.

Wen Ziliang raised two fingers with his left hand, pointing to the ground as a guide, holding the famous feng in his right hand, pointing to the sky for the battle, the powerful sword qi was condensed and there was no lack of it, his eyes looked at Lu Hong calmly, and said: "Brother Lu's sword intent has been felt below, why not think about it, but it is irretrievable, once this sword is out of the sword, it will be difficult to turn back, so I finally asked Brother Lu, can this battle be avoided?"

"Can't",

Lu Hong said categorically, resolutely.

"What nonsense is Brother Wen talking about with him? Such talents and virtues are killed, and the scourge is killed."

Nian Shirong ignored Lu Hong, and was even more overjoyed to see Wen Ziliang's powerful sword qi that had not been emitted by the pearl of the sea, and had long heard that the Wen family had a peerless blade that could overshadow the thousands of swords and swords of Pinjian Xuan, and today it was indeed a rare divine weapon, with masters like Wen Ziliang on his side, and a peerless peak to rely on, he was bold, jumped into the air on tiptoe, and gathered a huge golden palm print with both hands in front of him.

As soon as he pushed the two golden handprints with both hands, he hit Lu Hong like a mountain of mountains, and then stepped on the air with both feet, and attacked Lu Hong with both palms.

"Pemba",

Lu Hong stood against the wind, without any defensive moves, the sea of sword qi around him spontaneously roared, the sword qi turned into a torrent surging, and it became a floating iron wall, and the weather was myriad;

With a "snort", blood flew violently, a right arm flew horizontally in the air, Nian Shirong fell from the air with a miserable scream, and before he could stand up, the magnificent sea of qi spun like a wolf in a raging wind and absorbed him, and he was involuntarily dragged to Lu Hong.

Holding his broken arm and turning his head, he couldn't help but be furious when he saw Wen Ziliang still standing with his sword in his hand, not moving at all: "Wen Ziliang, if you don't join forces with me, do you want to see me die?"

When it was, Lu Hong's sword finger was already pointed at his forehead.

Wen Ziliang snorted coldly: "What are you, and you deserve to join forces with me?"

Nian Shirong's face was stunned, he didn't know how this young man changed so quickly, he was humble and gentle all the way, and he was friendly, but suddenly he became so ruthless.

He didn't have a chance to figure it out, Lu Hong's finger was slightly exerted, and a sharp sword qi pierced through his forehead, coming out of the back of his head, bringing out a piece of blood, he fell down with his eyes open, and the Dao Dao sword qi that flew up ruthlessly pierced his body.

Lu Hong turned to look at Wen Ziliang, raised his right hand, and a flash of divine light appeared, Yunlu Shen Yin came out, held the hilt of the sword, and raised two fingers with his left hand to tap on the blade of the sword.

"Wen Ziliang, the ninety-fourth grandson of the Wen family, the heir of the pearl of the sea, asked Brother Lu to fight",

Wen Ziliang's two fingers condensed, the aura in his body roared, and the vortex gathered and dispersed in front of him, holding the pearl of the sea in his right hand, he came with a sword, and stepped into the roaring torrent of sword qi, and the cyclone also moved, always maintaining three feet in front of him.

His eyes are cold, his temperament is cold, and his qi has changed dramatically.

He has never been gentle or humble, it is just a mask that he has to wear after experiencing the changes of the Wen family and being suppressed and monitored by Zhuge Diaolong, and he has never looked down on those people in the Northern Six Sects, but he has become accustomed to that kind of hypocritical friendliness over the years.

Now that Nian Shirong is dead, and a battle with Lu Hong is inevitable, he completely tears off this mask.

He has gone through hardships and hardships, he has sharpened his spiritual will, he has walked the path of Shura, he is a real swordsman, and a real swordsman must have this kind of iron bones, such a cold edge

The sound of the sword roar was endless, the sword qi of the two collided violently, and when the last sword roar also fell silent, his qi sword vortex suddenly collapsed, and the disintegrating sword qi was once again incorporated into his body, and Lu Hong's sword qi torrent was no longer violent, and he let out a low shout, and his body turned into a shadow holding the sword.

"Ding", "Dang",

Lu Hong is also calm, a little sword sound at the fingertips whistles, the sound waves are fierce, as if the ripples in the water are spreading, but then it is the momentum of the fire cooking oil, the sound waves are rolling, Wen Ziliang's body outside the afterimage suddenly disappears, the two of them come out with the same sword, the pearl of the sea and the Yunlu Shenyin collide in the air, and then the sword shadows are staggered, the clanging is endless, the figures of the two are changing in an instant, the fast sword is like rain,-for-tat, each does not give in, until the more and more violent sword sound is difficult to resist, Wen Ziliang has to retreat with a dull chest。

Lu Hong's left fingers were no longer on the Yunlu Sword, and the sword qi torrent could not withstand the slight attenuation of consumption, but the sword sound like a stormy wolf roared, perfectly making up for the consumption of the sword qi torrent.

The sword qi formed an iron wall, and the violent sound tide echoed endlessly, the sound gradually became more and more intense, his sword sound stunt had already reached another level, Wen Ziliang only felt that his ears trembled, and he was busy protecting his eardrums, and tilted his head and said: "Mo Qing's long-lost sword sound stunt can compete with the techniques of the predecessors, and it is an honor to be able to compete with the techniques of the predecessors."

As soon as the sword blade moved, the qi rushed straight to Xiao Han, and the surging aura in his body surged again, and when the void turned into a huge vortex, his sword qi became even more magnificent.

Lu Hong held his left hand, and the torrent of sword qi rose three feet, and said: "The Wen family's swordsmanship is better than the swordsmanship of Pinjianxuan, but unfortunately, compared to me, it is the swallow bird to the Honghu, the fluorescence to the Haoyue, your swordsmanship, I can overturn it",

Wen Ziliang sneered: "What is Pin Jianxuan? The self-proclaimed rising star, in fact, is just a winter flower, fleeting, and there is no chance to bloom, but my Wen family is a family lord who has been passed down through the baptism of time and years, even if it is weakened now, how can its heritage be comparable to that of Pinjian Xuan? You don't have to say wildly, in the world today, the kendo attainment is the mercy sword tower, and my Wen family doesn't pay attention to it, let alone an apricot blossom village that has never even heard of the name?",

With a movement of his five fingers, the Dao Dao sword qi in the vortex shot out, like a storm, and the sword sound outside Lu Hong's body moved, and the spirit patterns spread violently and blocked his sword qi.

Wen Ziliang's five fingers were repeated, and the air sword vortex floated up to the top of Lu Hong's head, and there was a qi sword vortex divided into four and a half people's size;

"Who is the bird, who is the bird, who is the bird, who is the firefly, who is the moon?