Gong Yang Chen was holding a bamboo sword, his face was pale and almost transparent, and the whole person looked extremely weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Nine swords came out in one breath, almost exhausting all of his spiritual power.

The absolute sword, so it is called the absolute sword, naturally it does not leave a way back, and gives everything it has.

It was a nirvana game, and no one could break it, even the ancestor of the Ram clan couldn't intervene, but it was broken by a sword.

Ram Chen could only sigh at this, but he didn't have too much resentment, on the contrary, he had a little respect for a sword that sacrificed his life.

That's it with cuttlefish, it's like that, it's like it with swords.

The sword has a sword grid, and the sword is always cleaner and more decisive than a person, whether it is life or death, there is no trace.

Tread, step, step......

Mo Yan came, he walked over step by step with a black sword in his hand, he was down-to-earth and walked uprightly.

At this moment, Mo Yan's body was filled with a kind of tragedy, like the last sword sound from the black sword.

The difference is that the black sword is for the protection of the lord, but he is for revenge.

Whether it is for people or for swords, they are not for themselves, and they let go of themselves, so they will have this tragedy.

He was injured in the sea, the spirit sword was extinguished, and there was no trace of sword qi in his body, but he still came.

He didn't have the confidence to win, but he had the determination to fight, and he had his own persistence, the persistence of the swordsman, to break through the late Jiupin period.

Mo Yan kept his head down until three zhang away, and the old man said in a low voice: "Ram Chen, take the sword!"

The silent sword came out with the sound, and the black sword was handed out, piercing through the light, like a slow, fast, extremely pure sword.

Airplanes!

The clear shadow moves, the green bamboo rises, the green light crosses, the bamboo sword goes against the light, extremely fast, and the sword style is the same as the black sword, straight to the point.

The two swords were miraculously identical in the hands of the two, and they met miraculously, the black tip of the sword and the turquoise bamboo blade, touching each other at the slightest, but they were staggered at the same time.

Avoid its edge, just because, cherish the sword!

The strange emotions were surprisingly the same, neither of them spoke, but they understood each other's thoughts perfectly.

One old and one young, their eyes are in conflict,-for-tat, and they do not back down, and Jian Feng is just the opposite, avoiding each other everywhere.

If this is a game with heaven and earth as the chessboard and sword light as the sub, then the two of them will be like chess players who abide by the rules at this time, starting the game, focusing on the siege rather than eating.

The black sword trembled, the black light sparkled, the stars were dense, the bamboo sword was buzzing, the greenery was dotted, and the spring was full of joy.

The black light and the green are intertwined, the two colors are hedged, but there is no overlap, one black and one green, little by little, no one has worn out anyone.

One point is a sword, a thousand points is a thousand swords, in an instant, you come and go, exchange hundreds of swords, but none of the swords meet, a sword meets.

It's a silent game, a silent battle, at least so far.

There were countless green dots in Mo Yan's eyes, and there were countless black mangs in Ram Chen's eyes, they all stared at each other's eyes and drew their swords, and the swords in their hands were connected together, filling each other's omissions in detail.

In a quarter of an hour, the two shifted shapes, and in two quarters of an hour, the two took off into the air, and the two swords staggered, rotated, and formed a spiral.

The two colors fly, like a spinning top, and like two dragons strangling, suddenly soaring into the sky, suddenly falling to the earth, vertical and horizontal, galloping.

Bite!

In the first encounter, the greenery fell, the black light covered the top, and then the storm echoed.

The sound of tinkling is endless, and the green screen is open, like a fan, and like an umbrella, the green umbrella guards the square land, resisting the rain of black mangs and swords that shoot down.

The old man of Moyan fluttered with his big sleeves, like a night owl pounced, and his long sword turned into infinite claws, brutally tearing the green on the umbrella surface.

If the big owl spreads its wings like the will of heaven, it carries the general trend of the sky, roaring and whistling away, as if the heaven and earth are as big as they are.

On the other hand, the ram is curled up in a three-foot place, with layers of defense and shrinking.

He lost a son, lost a sword, lost a son, lost all the plates, lost a sword, the world is different, a sword is in the sky, a sword is in the ground.

......

On the Tongque platform, everyone was worried, Qiu Ju gagged her mouth with her hand, she was afraid of screaming.

"He's not a good guard. ”

The white-clothed young man Liu Wanqian said in a deep voice, Ram Chen's sword is good at attacking but not good at defending, and it will be difficult to last if he is forced to defend like this.

Chen Mo nodded, and said in a deep voice: "After all, Mo Yan is an eighth grade, and his flying technique is extremely high, plus his sword is also known for its speed, it is not surprising that the ram boy fell into the disadvantage." ”

Zhuang Yang tightened the spirit sword in his hand, and said with an angry face: "Although Chen'er's swordsmanship is not weaker than others, but he is still young after all, I am afraid he is not the opponent of this old guy, it is better for us to go together and chop this old man." ”

Chen Mo shook his head and said solemnly: "No, this time he has an appointment with the ram first, and he is competing with the sword according to the rules, if we force ourselves to make a move, we are provoking an eight-rank and forcing him to kill. ”

"Do you just watch him put himself in danger?"

Zhuang Yang Zhuang Fourth Master was irritable, if something happened to Chen'er in front of him, the old man would have to break his legs.

"Brother Zhuang don't be impatient, I believe that the ram is ......"

Before Chen Mo's words were finished, Ram Chen's defense was broken, and the broken green umbrella could no longer block the wind and rain, but the wind and rain were even more raging.

The young man is still constantly mending the umbrella, sword by sword, densely intertwined.

The skeleton made of bamboo, the handle made of bamboo, the umbrella is broken, the frame is still there, as long as the skeleton is not scattered, he can make up for it.

The umbrella was cut in half, leaving only a foot square, and the green sword was dotted and tinkered.

Ram Chen's sword is extremely bland, even in such an embarrassing situation, he is still making up for the leaks wholeheartedly, sword by sword.

If he loses a sword, he will have to make up for it with countless swords, and if he falls into the mortal dust, he will have to endure the merciless blow, and it is a great luck that he did not die under the sword.

So his heart was very quiet, quietly out of the sword, quietly waiting, waiting for an opportunity that he didn't know if it would appear.

The broken umbrella shrank inch by inch, the dark clouds were pressed down inch by inch, the eyes were black, and the heavy sword pressure made the person breathless.

Tsing Yi is bleak, the black sword hangs above his head, life and death hang by a thread, and it is already in jeopardy.

He only has a foothold, the sword is whistling and circling overhead, but he is still guarding, constantly guarding, constantly retreating, losing the city and losing the land, he is indeed not good at guarding.

If you don't keep it, you have to keep it, and the loser has no choice.

Sting!

A mouthful.

Bite!

The sword was bounced back.

Sting!

Another cut.

Bite!

Thorn! stab......

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The rain was too heavy and the umbrella was too small to cover it.

When the teenager looks up, he will inevitably be lost, is there really no chance to turn the tables?

His hand was still steady, his sword was still extremely fast, and he had to hold it until the last moment.

The two swords kept clashing, and the boy's waist was bent in order to dodge the sword.

He has a defensive bottom line that can cut through his robe, but not hurt his people.

Hiss!

A streak of blood.

The boy's eyes are red, everyone is injured, what's the use of defense!

Retreat and retreat, there is no retreat, then ...... There is no need to go back!