Ram Hui, an ice-based celestial spirit. Liu Wanshan, a gold-based heavenly spirit spirit. The cultivation of the two is similar, both are in the late stage of the spirit priest, and the natal spirit sword in the hands of the two is also extraordinary.

Ram Hui's cold ice sword is cast by the deep sea cold iron, the cold iron is scarce and has its own extremely cold attributes, the sword is the best, Liu Wanshan's money sword is not bad at all, this sword is extracted from millions of bronze coins, and then extracted from the gold mother of gold-like money, the price is only higher than the cold ice sword.

Ram Hui suffered a loss on the white-clothed young man Liu Wanqian, but he was afraid of the young man in his heart, so he poured all his anger on the young man's father, and the cold ice sword qi poured out as if he didn't want money, and the cold tide was rolling, wave after wave.

What kind of people are the ram rich armor Liu Wanshan, that is the ruthless man killed in the Qianhai business war, the corpses are full of bones under his feet, the money sword in his hand is waved, it is tens of thousands of money, and then he is buried in the sea of money, one by one bronze big money and small money, countless, dazzling, ordinary people will be fascinated when they see it, that is money!

The two big bosses who are in charge of a family are using all their means at this time, fighting for sword energy, comparing moves, playing black hands, and being more insidious, which can be described as doing everything, which really makes the audience sigh and the viewer is shocked!

But they are not the protagonists of this battle, nor is it the key to determining the outcome of the battle, the battle between the gray guard and the boy determines the success or failure, once the boy is killed, the Ram clan will be able to kill Liu Wanshan, but if the boy dies, Liu Wanshan will definitely go crazy, he will definitely kill a river of blood, and then bury himself.

Therefore, the battle between the gray clothes and the young man is extremely important, starting from the old man in gray and stabbing Liu Wanqian with his sword, the prelude to the battle between the gray clothes and the white clothes has begun.

The sword of the old man in gray is extremely ordinary like his appearance, but when the sword of others is one, the person and the sword are no longer ordinary, and the whole person is sharp, such as the birth of a hidden swordsman, such as the famous sword of the Tibetan world in front of people, the sword is soaring, and the light shines on people.

This is a sword idiot, and it is the kind of person who only lives with a sword, the first sword, domineering to the extreme, is also his pinnacle of a sword, known as the 'first kill', a sword at the head, without two swords, its sword, as fast as the wind, its momentum, invaded into fire, wildfire burned the plain, can burn everything in front of him.

The young man looked cautious, took nine steps back in a row to vent his momentum, and then counterattacked the nine swords and forced it out of the hall, one retreat and one advance were completed in an instant, the people in the hall did not expect, and the old man in gray did not expect that the young man's posture had always given people the impression that he would not take a step back, but he took nine steps back.

This is to break the enemy with surprise, retreat, retreat in a dignified manner, attack, attack in an orderly manner, not a calculation, but an instinct, a kind of response from the heart of ten thousand swords, not happy or sad.

The young man forced back the old man in gray, no longer pursued, and stood in his original position, not an inch, not an inch, as if he had never moved, the sword in his hand was sharpened, and became soft and weak, like a sick man dancing ink, without strength, but such a sword blocked all the cold waves and money that poured into the main house, and protected the house behind him and the people in the house.

The gray cloth failed in the first kill, and the old man lost his mind, he didn't expect that his strongest sword would lose so completely, without any merit.

The old man sighed, and he also knew that it was not easy to kill the young man under the sword by himself, and the patriarch had an order to 'fight quickly'. The old man didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately organized the gray-clothed guards to rush forward to kill, since one person can't do it, then everyone will go up together, win with more, and dominate the outnumbered.

The young man was cold, he didn't care about more or less, in his eyes, the number of people was never the key to victory, the key was the sword, and the people who used the sword, although the gray guards in front of him were not weaker than him in cultivation, but unfortunately they didn't have a fearless sword heart.

The gray-clothed old man present has half of them, and his father and Ram Hui barely count half of them, not that they are not smart enough, but that they have too many worries in their hearts, and they have lost their clarity, the sword is actually very simple, only defending and attacking, in front of him he attacked to kill the enemy, so he was indestructible, and now he is guarding for protection, so it is not leaking.

Twenty-three swords, that is, twenty-three drops of water, he just needs to dance the dragon to swing them away, and he will not move the killing intent again, even if there is a chance to kill the enemy, he can't see it, for the sake of guarding, pure as one, just keep it, nothing else.

It is precisely because of him that the attacks launched by the gray clothes are in vain, it is useless to lure the enemy, people don't pay attention to it at all, let you want to break your heart, rack your brains, people only guard the first line, and don't look at it again, even if you stick your head in front of people's eyes, as long as you don't cross the line, he won't swing that sword.

The attacker is helpless, only to attack, can not attack and do not stop, what quick battle has been stillborn, now is the war of attrition, exhausted the sword qi and strength of the white cloth, and when he can't swing the sword qi and can't lift the sword, the gray cloth will naturally win, this is no way.

The battle in white and gray clothes was like this, and everyone didn't expect that Liu Wanshan laughed constantly, and the pride and ridicule in it were extremely deaf, and the ram Hui who was fighting against him was almost crazy.

"The patriarch of the Ram clan has a wine bag and a rice bag, and the gray guard of the Ram clan has a wine bag in the wine bag, and the rice bag in the rice bag! Hahaha, my son is mighty!Hahahaha......"

"Spring and Autumn Cold Sword Ram Hui, I think it should be ** Autumn Rice Bag Ram Hui!

"There is no one in the Ram Clan, and it is really a sorrow for the Ram Clan to steal the position of the patriarch like you!

"You...... You are looking for ...... death" Ram Hui gritted his steel teeth, his eyes were red, and his long half-jagged beard was blown even more messy, and his already small heart and eyes were almost blown up.

What kind of person is Liu Fatzi, that is the master who is running in the three religions and nine streams, and is shameless for money, at this time, seeing that his children have the upper hand, his heart is determined, and he is naturally how to say to Ram Hui, Ram Hui's death hole He is poking one, and he has a little status in Ram City, who doesn't know that this patriarch is overwhelmed by his son.

The fat man's eyes were full of poison, and he smiled: "Ram Hui, I heard that your son is about to die, I think it's your hand, the tiger poison doesn't eat the child, your Ram Hui actually killed the parent and child in order to sit firmly in the position of the patriarch, it's not as good as a beast, you are a human-faced beast-hearted thing, you are also worthy of being called a person?"

"Ah! Liu Wanshan, if I don't kill you today, I won't break your body into thousands of pieces, I swear that I will not be a man!" Ram Hui swung his sword like a madman, he was crazy, he was mad, no one dared to say such a thing, no one dared to insult him like this, no one dared to say these forbidden things.

While cautiously blocking the attack, the fat man mocked: "You are no longer human! Don't you know? If you hadn't been named the head of the Ram Clan, you would have been drowned by everyone's spit!"

"The lord humiliates the ministers to death, Liu Wanshan, you insult my patriarch so much, I will wash away this shame with your son's blood!"

Liu Wanshan, who got carried away, turned around, his eyes were about to split, the young man in white had a bloodless face, crumbling, and retreated step by step, while the gray-clothed guards had increased to more than forty at some point.

"Don't hurt my son!" Liu Wanshan put aside Ram Hui and hurriedly came to the rescue, but this time Ram Hui didn't stop him, the corners of his mouth raised a vicious smirk, "The little beast is not your heart? ”

"Hugh wants to hurt people!" Wu Tong held a green steel sword, Qiu Ju carried a huge wooden pillar, and even Sun Yaoshi took out a green wood sword, and the three of them rushed out! It's not that they are not afraid of death, but that some things are more precious than life.

Click, click, bang!

"Ahh

Countless sword qi slashed on the giant tree, the green steel sword fell to the ground, the dragon sword fell to the ground, and forty-four long swords stabbed at the four people, without a trace of mercy!

A clear shadow, like a shock, fluttering, his long hair fluttering, his robe was messy, he hurried, barefoot, he only glanced at the gray clothes, all the gray clothes spit blood and flew out, only the old man in gray fell on the spot, he fell into the four sword strangulation, four only killing sword intent, spring kill, summer kill, autumn kill, winter kill, all kill!

The old man screamed, his heart was seriously injured, his Zhihai was seriously injured, the man in Tsing Yi raised his hand and gently patted the old man's chest, and the old man spurted blood out of his mouth, but he had a killing intent.

"I'm not dead yet?" the young man's voice was cold, but it slammed into everyone's hearts.

The sky was overcast, everyone's hearts were clouded, and then their eyes were red, and an invisible killing round sword pierced into everyone's hearts, whether it was a spiritual warrior or a spiritual disciple, they were all sad, their hearts were sad!

A sword in spring and autumn, spring and autumn killing!

The gray-clothed guard held his chest and knelt on the ground: "The young master is angry!"

The old man in gray, the grandparents of the young man, knelt on the ground at this time, "The young master is angry!"

The fat man in red pressed his hand to his chest, his face was flushed, his eyes were frightened, and he bowed: "The young master of the ram is angry!"

The corners of Ram Hui's mouth were bleeding, and he looked at the god-like young man in embarrassment, as if he could change the sky in everyone's hearts with a single thought, he was happy, the sky was sunny, he was angry, and the sky was cloudy!

A terrified voice in his heart shouted, "He's back! He's back!!"