Rumble!

With a single sword, the illusory sword shadow more than ten meters long slashed through the sky.

Under the shadow of the knife, the air hissed and screamed, slashing towards the white wood.

Laugh at!

In the face of the fierce slashing long knife, Bai Mu rippled unfazed, and the long sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed and stabbed towards the shadow of the sky-breaking sword.

As a seriously ill patient with lazy terminal cancer, Bai Mu doesn't know any swordsmanship, and his boxing and palm skills are also second- or third-rate.

Fortunately, a few days ago, Concubine Xuan automatically sent her to the door, allowing Bai Mu to steal the secret of the sword heart channeling realm, which is the secret of the sword path realm, with the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa.

With the help of the psychic sword heart, Bai Mu finally comprehended the thirteen deadly swords hidden deep in his heart.

The Thirteen Swords of Death is the exclusive swordsmanship of Yan Thirteen, although this swordsmanship has gradually evolved into fifteen swords, but the moves in the swordsmanship are mostly stabbing swords.

Therefore, in the face of Song Que's ferocious blow, Bai Mu drew his sword and stabbed quickly.

As the long sword stabbed out, the strength around Bai Mu suddenly gathered his arm and poured into the long sword.

Rumble......

With a single stab, the sword shadow more than ten meters long shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments of sword qi, shooting out in all directions.

Rumble!

As the shadow of the knife shattered, the sword qi was everywhere, Song Que suddenly stepped forward, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Bai Mu, and the long knife in his hand slashed out.

The long knife slashed out, and countless transparent knife shadows suddenly appeared, shrouding towards the white wood.

Although Bai Mu did not know the sword technique, he could also see that there were countless changes in Song Que's slash because of the integration of the life-killing sword technique.

And in the deadly sword technique, there is also a sword that is ever-changing.

Therefore, in front of the white wooden sword, he quickly stabbed out.

The Fourteenth Sword of Death!

As the fourteenth sword stabbed out, countless blood-colored illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared, quickly colliding with the countless sword shadows that shrouded them.

Laugh at......

Countless blood-colored sword shadows and transparent sword shadows suddenly turned into countless fragments, sweeping away in all directions, and the surrounding flowers and rockeries broke and fell to the ground, exploding and collapsing.

Stomp !!

With the construction of swords and swords, Bai Mu and Song Que retreated one after another.

"A kaleidoscopic swordsmanship, with this move, you Bai Mu can be among the world's first-class swordsmen!"

In the regression, Song Que couldn't help but marvel.

"A first-class swordsman?just a first-class swordsman?" asked Shiraki.

"Yes, it's just first-class!" Song Que stopped his body, and the long knife in his hand slashed out again at the same time.

"Oh, then, let's ask Lord Song to taste Bai's sword ......."

Before the words fell, the long sword suddenly swung rapidly with the twisted wrist, piercing through the air.

As the long sword stabbed out, an illusory black dot suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword, and at the same time, Bai Mu's body was as vigorous as a dragon's qi and blood converging towards the black dot.

Airplanes......

As the qi and blood converged on the black spots, an invisible wave suddenly emerged from the black spots, radiating in all directions and towards Song Que.

With the fluctuating radiation, Song Que in the middle of the long knife suddenly palpitated, and a crisis of imminent death suddenly hit his heart.

Laugh at......

In the palpitations, the long knife in Song Que's hand couldn't help but change, and a looming astonishing edge suddenly appeared on the blade, and at the same time, a chant echoed between heaven and earth.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, ask, can they be punished?"

Airplanes......

Qi and blood are still converging, fluctuations are still radiating, and the illusory black shop is gradually turning from virtual to real, from black to red.

Laugh at......

The blade sliced through the air, and the air let out a terrible roar.

Kiss!

At this moment, the black dot that was about to turn into a solid red dot suddenly popped, shattered and disappeared, and the fluctuations in the radiation also disappeared at the same time.

At the same time, the torrent of qi and blood in Bai Mu's body that was converging towards the long sword like a torrent gathering into the sea suddenly dispersed, pouring back, and the figure of Bai Mu's thorn couldn't help but stagnate.

Burst!

With the fifteenth sword of death, the qi and blood poured out, Bai Mu only felt a tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and a blood red containing an amazing life essence suddenly erupted.

At the same time, the long knife with an astonishing edge sneered through the air, slashing down towards the white wood from top to bottom.

Rumble!

The astonishing sharp light flashed on Bai Mu's body, and the robe on Bai Mu's body suddenly exploded like a tear, as for a pair of white trousers under him.

At the same time, a thin line of blood like a hair appeared on Shiraki's body, spreading from between the eyebrows on his forehead to his navel.

A faint trace of blood began to spread out from the blood line.

"Your knife is so sharp!"

Bowing his head slightly, looking at the blood lines on his body, feeling the cut skin, and the edge remaining under the skin, Bai Mu couldn't help but marvel.

"Heavenly Sword Ninth Style, Punishment Heaven! It's a pity that it's not perfect, otherwise, you shouldn't be alive!"

With the ninth knife that has evolved for a long time, the breath on Song Que's body is booming, growing, and breaking through.

"Xingtian, what a Xingtian! Your knife, once perfected, can be ...... Shatter the Void!" Bai Mu exclaimed as he looked at Song Que, whose aura was skyrocketing little by little.

"Shattered Void?" Song Que suddenly looked up at the sky, a hint of yearning flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around and looked at Bai Mu.

"That sword just now, it's really a terrible sword, that feeling, how many years has Song not had it!"

"What is that sword called?" Song Que couldn't help but have a trace of palpitations in his eyes.

"The fifteenth sword of death!" said Shiraki.

"The fifteenth sword that kills you? What a fifteenth sword that kills! What a life! With this sword alone, Fu Cailin, the number one swordsman in the world, has two arguments!"

When Song Que heard this, he couldn't help nodding, and then asked, "Who created it?"

"Who? Why can't it be created by Bai?" asked Shiraki.

"A qualified swordsman will never be without sword intent, and you, from the moment Song saw you to the present, have not sensed a trace of the existence of sword intent from you. ”

"It is precisely because there is no matching sword intent that you will suffer a backlash if you forcibly use the fifteen deadly swords!"

"Sword intent?" Bai Mu sighed in his heart when he heard this, and then looked up, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

"That person, called Yan Thirteen, a killer, a swordsman!"

"Yan Thirteen?!, are you still alive?" Song Que asked again.

"Alive!"

Hearing this, Song Que nodded slightly, and at the same time, his mind began to search for information about this name, past, or present.

However, although Song Que found a few Yan Thirteen, none of them matched the Yan Thirteen in Bai Mu's mouth.

After searching to no avail, Song Que couldn't help but sigh: "I'm really looking forward to fighting with him!"

"Fight with him, Lord Song will pass the battle of Bai first!"

As he spoke, Bai Mu suddenly took a deep breath and sucked back the blood qi that spread out from the blood line and escaped around his body.

At the same time, the qi and blood in the body flow, under the skin, under the blood line, to drive away the edge remaining in the body.

Laugh at......

Driven away, a trace of edge shot out.

The cut skin begins to recover, and the blood lines quickly disappear.

"Well, that's a lot of resilience!!!"

Looking at the blood lines that quickly disappeared on Bai Mu's body, Song Que exclaimed, and disappeared in place as soon as his words fell.

Laugh at......

Long knife, break the sky!

Boom!

As the blood line disappeared, Bai Mu suddenly abandoned the long sword in his hand, and at the same time, he stepped on his foot and disappeared in place with a bang.

Bell Bell ......

As Bai Mu and Song Que disappeared in place at the same time, between heaven and earth, a sound of gold and stone mixed with the explosion of air suddenly sounded.

Bang bang bang......

For a while, the rockeries all over the yard and the bluestone bricks laid underground burst one after another, one after another, and one after another knife marks appeared on the ground.

Dust wafts and fills the air......

After a pillar of incense, the huge knife grinding hall has become a ruin full of pits.

And Concubine Xuan, who was originally standing on the sidelines watching the battle, was already shocked, and retreated from the knife grinding hall with a pale face.

Boom!

After a loud bang, accompanied by two more damages on the ground, Bai Mu, who was fighting together, finally flew with Song Que.

At this time, Bai Mu's body was covered with blood marks, and his face was much paler.

And Song Que was also in the same broken clothes as Bai Mu, covered with rags, and on his naked upper body, fist marks of different shades were occupied, and the long knife in his hand was broken at some point.

His face was even paler than that of Bai Mu.

"What a sharp knife intent, worthy of the name of Xingtian!"

Feeling the continuous invasion of the sharp edge in his body, the muscles on Bai Mu's face couldn't help but twitch.

"Poof...... What a martial artist with unparalleled strength and unparalleled physical body! In other words, even Ning Daoqi would have to be seriously injured or die under Song's thousands of punishments!"

After squirting out the blood stasis that was blocked in his throat, Song Que did not lose his fighting spirit.

"Hard work? The hard skills of the Song valve master are not bad, in exchange for Ning Daoqi, after receiving so many punches from Bai Mu, he has already become a mess of meat. Shiraki sighed as well.

"Although Song Mou's hard skills are good, he is not good enough to withstand so many heavy punches from the White Pavilion Master, the White Pavilion Master's subordinates are merciful, and Song Mou understands it!" Song Que suddenly clenched his fists and thanked him.

"No, in a battle with Lord Song, Bai also gained a lot!" Bai Mu couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

Rejoice, indeed.

Fang Cai, when forcibly condensing the unwarranted sword intent and forcibly using the fifteenth sword of death, although Bai Mu suffered a backlash, he also comprehended a one-style one-punch.

Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword was to gather a body of true qi at the tip of the sword, and at the same time, it radiated fluctuations with inexplicable power, stagnating time and space.

And Bai Mu, although he suffered a backlash just now, he finally comprehended a trace of the mystery of the fifteenth sword.

Coupled with the next battle with Song Que, Bai Mu finally integrated that trace of mystery into himself, and gradually gathered the strength condensed into a rope and gathered it on his fist.

Therefore, the punch mark that attacked Song Que's body, except for the first few punches, the strength that Bai Mu used in the back slowly decreased, but the attack power was not much weaker.

The strength of the whole body is attributed to one punch, which Bai Mu calls and belongs to one punch.

"Let's talk!" Bai Mu suddenly looked at Song Que and said.

"Let's talk!" Song Que nodded.

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