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The Black Skeleton Monk's mind moved, and the Qingfeng Sword behind him hummed and came out of its sheath.

The sword was smooth and radiant, and the moment it was unsheathed, it seemed that countless long swords with golden light flew out at the same time.

The mortal sword yuan that Zhuo Zangfeng unconsciously emitted was impacted, and immediately scattered in all directions, scattering countless golden rays.

A sword slashes down thousands of stars.

The Black Skull Monk's face turned pale.

Zhuo Zangfeng's whole body trembled, the wolf's pen broke, and he felt that something had fallen in his consciousness, but he felt a sense of relief on his body.

He raised his head and saw that the countless Yuan Qi above the main hall was like a huge whirlpool, surging towards him.

He Bikong stared intently at the Black Skull Monk shooting down the indescribable sword intent.

No one would believe that this was an ordinary sword element.

Because Zhuo Zangfeng could use a limited amount of vitality, these fallen sword elements could only play a dime a dime.

It's just a drizzle.

The Black Skull Monk thought that it was He Bikong's sword qi that had gained fame.

But He Bikong doesn't think so.

He thought that it was this mysterious sword intent that linked the White Horse Gap Sword with Zhuo Zangfeng.

In the face of the great enemy, this great sword god didn't bother to think about it, his mind moved slightly, and the white horse flew into the sky with a sword roar.

He Bikong was in good spirits.

The sword is still his sword, and the sword is still capable of emitting supreme sword aura.

A towering pine tree grew inside the ruined temple, and the black-skeletal monk sat on the top of the temple, the shade of the tree shielding him.

He Bikong stood facing north, and above his head was the glorious sun.

The qi engines were all full, and the swords they relied on were also trembling and trembling, eager to try.

The black skeleton monk looked at the white horse passing through the gap sword around He Bikong's body, and saw that the sword body was fluorescent, and a thick vitality was beating on the blade of the sword, and knew that this was a divine weapon. His mind moved slightly, and the Qingfeng Sword in front of him suddenly emitted a cloud of black gas.

The black gas was like a mist, more and more, gradually enveloping his entire body.

He was in the shade of a tree, a shadow. At this moment, the whole person was shrouded in black fog, and when he looked at it from afar, it was like a dark cloud rolling down in the sky.

The Black Skull Monk hid under the black mist, his sword shimmering in the thick mist, and suddenly, the black mist rose from the ground, like a jet-black wheel crashing into He Bikong from the sky.

The Great Swordsman's brows moved, and the white horse quickly slid into his hand through the gap, and with a long roar, he flew up in the air.

Under the cloudless blue sky, on the desolate and secluded ruined temple, a loud sound like a tsunami suddenly sounded.

It was the sound of two swords meeting.

In this sound, the White Horse Gap Sword had already struck one hundred and thirty-three swords with the Black Skull Monk Qingfeng Sword in the black mist.

The Black Skull Monk's sword did not stab He Bikong, and the Great Sword God's white horse failed to penetrate the black mist.

A fishy smell permeated the sword aura, and He Bikong frowned.

The poison of the witch Gu germinated from the sword and blossomed under the sword qi, which was really extraordinary!

At this time, the poison was even more grand, and the black skeleton monk hid inside, urging the witch Gu poison sword to attack the enemy with sword qi. He tumbled and rolled, tumbled and rolled away, as swift as thunder, and as light as the wind.

The Great Sword Master condensed his spirit, and each sword used ten successful forces, and each sword stabbed to the edge of the poisonous mist and quickly bounced back.

Seeing that the dark cloud-like mist was getting smaller and smaller under the attack of his sword after sword, and it was becoming more and more like a black ball, He Bikong didn't dare to be careless.

At this time, he had to deal with the Qingfeng Sword hidden in the shadows with all his heart, capture the extremely strong sword qi that was enough to kill people at any time, and also use his skills to resist the poison of the drowsy witch Gu.

Facing the fierce sword qi that flew out from time to time in the poisonous mist, the Great Sword God jumped away for a few feet, changed his breath, and said softly: "The dung shell Lang has rolled the dung ball to the sky. ”

When the black skeleton monk heard this taunt, his divine consciousness was withdrawn, his mind moved slightly, and the black ball suddenly condensed in the air, and he said coldly inside: "The sword is sharp, and the sword qi is too weak!"

In between talking, both sides were regulating their qi.

There were only a few hundred moves, and no one took any advantage.

At this time, although they were tough in their mouths, they had already tested each other's realm cultivation, and they knew that they had encountered a fierce rival in life, but no one dared to take it lightly.

Under the deep blue sky, a black ball rolled in mid-air, He Bikong stood with his sword up, looking up at the deadly sword qi that emanated from time to time, his face was solemn.

The Black Skull Monk was cruel by nature, he never knew what it meant to be afraid, and in the face of a great swordsman of the same realm as him, seeing that the other party was calm under his fierce sword aura, he suddenly slashed the Qingfeng Sword on his left arm.

A rain of blood fell, and the jet-black ball gradually poured out from the inside out, spreading to the outer edge of the sphere, and the entire ball suddenly turned into a fireball again.

Within this fireball, the black skeleton monk's aura was agitated, and the green steel sword seemed to be injected with blood in an instant, and the sword body was full of red light.

Seeing the right moment, he drove the fireball and stabbed it out with a sword in mid-air.

A sword stabbed out like a thousand swords!

As the sword momentum was delivered, the entire fireball turned into an oval shape under the urging of his vitality. The sword qi of the reddish green steel sword became even more violent, like a vigorous flame erupting.

At this time, the mortal sword yuan that had been struck open by the black skeleton monk recondensed, like a swarm of golden bees, buzzing towards the camp, attacking towards the scorching fireball.

The Black Skeleton Monk was a little surprised, his powerful sword qi couldn't shatter this inexplicable sword qi?

This seems to be a soft, seemingly elegant thing, saying that Jian Yuan is not a sword Yuan, and saying that Sword Qi is not Sword Qi. This junior disciple of Yan Zhiguo was deeply puzzled.

The countless sword yuan golden light scorched, hitting the periphery of the fireball in one fell swoop.

He Bikong stared intently.

The Black Skull Monk was extremely impatient, what the hell was this? It couldn't be broken by a beating, and it couldn't be driven away. Although the attack power is not large, but it has successfully disturbed his qi, seeing that He Bikong is in good time, he is anxious, and he screams again and again.

He Bikong thought for a long time, and his mind quickly passed the shocking scene of the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool.

It turns out that this imp has such an artifact to protect it, but how did he control my White Pony Gap Sword?

He Bikong couldn't come up with a convincing answer, so he temporarily called the sword yuan that Zhuo Zangfeng inadvertently sent out an "artifact".

The Great Sword Master knew that the opportunity could not be missed, and decided that the "artifact" would not attack him, so he immediately poured his breath into the sword body, and his mind moved slightly, and the white horse passed through the gap and the sword roared like thunder, rushing towards the scorching fireball under the poisonous cloth of the black-faced monk witch Gu like lightning.

A sharp sword light suddenly appeared in the black skeleton monk Zhihai, knowing that He Bikong made a move, and hurriedly lifted the true yuan of his whole body, the fireball seemed to be instantly filled with breath, and the edge became as hard as steel.

Countless tiny sword elements attacked around the big fireball, and the white horse passing sword carried a sharp and incomparable sword intent, as if the supreme divine weapon falling from the nine heavens, stabbing at the fireball with a thunderous posture.

The fireball is the first barrier laid by the Black Skull Monk, and if it is broken, it will not have any advantage.

The countless sword elements that were flying and attacking sensed the fierce sword qi on the Baiju Passing Gap Sword, and they surged over together, and the lightning and stone fire merged into the supreme sword intent caused by He Bikong.

The white horse stabbed the fireball through the gap, and the sword body rebounded rapidly, but it could not be attacked.

He Bi's air was drumming, and he kept urging his vitality to the sword.

At this time, the golden light between heaven and earth shrouded, and those "artifacts" called by the great sword master gradually merged into the White Horse Gap Sword.

The sword element and the sword qi are integrated with the sword body.

This is enough sword intent to open the mountain and cut off the stream.

The Black Skull Monk felt the overwhelming force pushing the fireball, and hurriedly sent out a reinforcing fireball. But the power is too great.

"Bang!"

It was like a thunderclap in mid-air.

The stars are flying in front of you.

The huge fireball exploded, directly shattering the temple that was about to collapse underground. The towering ancient pine tree also split into several sections in the thunder, turning it into a charred black.

The Black Skull Monk was shattered by the blow.

He Bi breathed in the air, and his body had already rushed into the air. With a slight movement of his mind, the white horse sword fell into his palm, and when he looked down, the countless brilliant sword elements disappeared.

There were stars shining in the eyes of the old sword god, as if a sword had cut down thousands of stars.

Zhuo Zangfeng's whole body trembled suddenly, and a warm feeling spread in the sea of dantian qi. (To be continued.) )