The black sword is three feet and three, and the bamboo sword is three feet and two.

Mo Yantou pulled his hair in a bun, dressed in ink-colored linen, his face was gloomy, and the ink sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the sky.

Ram Chen, Tsing Yi bundled hair, meaning slightly, bamboo sword green, sword pointing to the earth.

The two are nine feet apart—

Standing on three feet, with a cold wind in between, no one looked at anyone.

An opportunity, one breath.

Ram Chen took a breath, and the Moyan long sword slashed down, slashing the wind.

The green sword slanted upward, the bamboo sword met each other, the broad back of the sword met the blade, the bamboo sword bent, and the black sword popped out.

The first time they tried a move, both of them were very cautious, and Mo Yan kept an eye on Ram Chen's breathing, guarding against his wine sword.

Smelling of alcohol, his eyes are slightly red, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't drink less.

The danger of the little drunkard went up another step in his mind.

Ram Chen is adjusting to the new sword in his hand.

An old sword is always better than a new one, whether it is the feel, weight, or sword feel.

The sense of the sword comes from familiarity, the sword does not leave the hand, the fine rubbing, and even more, for decades, it is like a day to hold the sword and eat, hold the sword and sleep, and over time, the sword sense is self-generated.

Once you have a sense of sword, the spirit sword will become the arm of the sword cultivator, and the sword will be unobstructed, and swinging the sword will become instinctive, fast, agile, and accurate.

You can't make a mistake with your arms!

He doesn't have his own sword yet, the bamboo sword is just a means to kill the enemy, and one day he will have a sword of his own, a sword engraved with the mark of his ram.

Then......

The black sword struck, the sword wind was fierce, the young man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light exploded.

At that time, he killed this man like a dog.

The bamboo sword is buzzing, the new sword is psychic, the bamboo sword breaks the wind, it has its own edge, the two swords compete,-for-tat, and do not give an inch.

Although the black sword is sharp, it is difficult to break the bamboo, the bamboo sword is bent at the waist, can bend and stretch, bend and rebound, and the black sword is solemn.

Bamboo is a gentleman, righteous but not evil, rigid but not stubborn, can bend and straight, rigid and soft, is a natural wood sword material.

Test the sword, explore the virtual reality.

-for-tat, than the spirit sword.

Fighting swords, life and death.

The old man and the young man understand, the people watching the battle on the Tongque Terrace understand, and the old man in the distance also understands.

The heart is like a sword, high and low.

The old man flew fast, and the long sword flew and stabbed.

The young man stepped forward, took nine steps, and took out nine swords, killing all nine steps, and killing nine swords.

Spring and Autumn Kill!

Spring and Autumn Kill!!

Spring and Autumn Killing!!

......

Absolute sword!

Each of his swords is a lore sword, one step of spring and autumn, nine steps, and nine reincarnations.

This is his ultimate killing move, the ultimate killing move against Jiupin, and the ultimate killing move against the meteor makes him only make a sword!

Today he took out nine swords in one breath!

Nine killing intents filled the heavens and the earth, with a radius of ten zhang, and the insects and ants died.

All the people regressed under the killing tide, subconsciously regressed, and even the three ancestors who watched the battle retreated.

Frightened!

Everyone looked at the thin body of the sword straight in disbelief, this ...... This...... This turned out to be his killing intent, such a terrifying and huge killing intent actually came from this sick and weak young man in Tsing Yi.

"Nine Grades of Killing Intent, Nine Grades of Killing Intent!"

"It's late!"

"What?"

The white-clothed Chen Mo and the white-clothed willow glanced at each other, that kind of excitement, that kind of heat, made the always indifferent and cold snow lotus bloom like a summer flower.

After the shock, Zhan Taigongzi laughed extremely stupidly, and his mood at this time was as if he had won the jackpot.

The rams of Jianchen Courtyard, Chang Geng, Wu Tong, and Qiu Ju stood proudly, and this result was not enough to shock them.

Qin Niang was a little distracted, and the crow's feet that couldn't be covered by fat powder were a little deeper.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Mo Yan's pupils were evil, he smiled and waved his sword to kill, compared to killing intent, he was never afraid, three hundred years, he didn't kill people that day, he didn't slaughter spirits.

Even if one person is killed in one day, three hundred years is an astronomical amount, and the killing intent poured out by the blood of hundreds of thousands of living beings is comparable to that of a hairy boy.

His killing intent turned into a killing sword, and in an instant, a thousand swords, a dense killing sword shot out like a locust.

Broke through the first layer of killing intent, folded a hundred swords, and crippled a hundred swords.

Break open the second layer, fold three hundred, and remnant three hundred.

Breaking through the third layer, a thousand swords entered the sea, and only a few residual swords remained.

The fourth layer kills the tide, destroys and withers, and a thousand swords enter the sea.

"Wow......"

Mo Yan swept away the mouthful of black blood with his sleeve.

Even if he broke his heart, he still couldn't believe that three hundred years of killing couldn't compare to him.

The rolling killing intent came like a tide, burning with furious killing intent like a raging fire, pure to the extreme killing intent.

Zheng!Zheng......

The black sword roared hurriedly, the spirit sword warned, and Mo Yan collected his mind and retreated quickly, but it was slow.

Both he and his sword were caught in a killing intent frenzy, wave after wave of killing intent impact, causing him to have a splitting headache.

"Ahh

Mo Yan's eyes were red, his pupils were sometimes large and sometimes small, and he was like a headless fly, but he was surrounded by killing intent, and there was no way to escape.

"Oh! it can't be...... It couldn't be ......."

He screamed in despair, he couldn't die here, couldn't be!

"Zheng!"

The black sword shook vigorously, its edge came out, and with a tragic roar, it broke through the killing intent, and a piece of spiritual light wrapped in Mo Yan escaped.

Ten zhang away, Mo Yan thoughtlessly touched the silent ink-colored long sword in his hand, and was speechless for a long time.

The black sword fell silent, lost its spirituality, and became an extremely ordinary mortal sword.

For some reason, there was a kind of sadness in his cold heart that had never been sour before.

It turned out to be a sword, and a sword was willing to die for him......

The cold wind blew, and he shivered, cold, he could feel cold!

He clenched the black sword in his hand, and the killing intent in his heart was surging, this was a pure killing intent, a sad and angry killing intent, he wanted revenge!

Under the morning light, the black sword flowed with a golden luster, gorgeous and noble.

Mo Yan suddenly laughed.

He broke through, late nine pins.

He gently raised the black sword in his hand, pointed at the young man ten zhang away, and said calmly: "I will kill you...... Sacrifice the sword!"

Ram Chen, whose face was bloodless, replied lightly: "Sword, excellent! You are not worthy!"