There was an indescribable aura roaring up beside the sword-wielding skeleton, and although Li Molan didn't recognize those powers, the obvious aura of death was quite obvious. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a power that can kill, different from the aura of cultivators who pursue immortality, different from the true qi of warriors who pursue battle, and different from the demonic aura unique to the demon clan, this is a power full of death.

This kind of ghostly fire that burns in the eye sockets can only be possessed by the dead.

Li Molan was silent, his toes touched the ground, and in an instant, he held his sword again.

The sword aura overflowed, the surrounding white mist rolled and stirred, the fallen leaves danced with it, and the forest sea churned in the darkness, and the waves were gusting.

Looking at Li Molan, who rushed straight to the front door, as if there were flaws all over her body, the green fire in the skeleton's eyes was burning fiercely, and the sharp sword was from top to bottom, if it was cut, I was afraid that it would be directly split in half.

A gleam flashed in Li Molan's eyes, and her whole body was full of qi!

It's still a broken army!

It's just that the target of this style is not the skeleton, but rushes behind it, changing his position in a broken military style, he suddenly appears behind the skeleton, and then the wooden sword slashes a trajectory full of killing intent in his hand, slashing towards the skeleton's neck!

The skeleton slashed through the air with a sword, still calm and composed, and did not panic in the slightest because Li Molan suddenly flashed behind him, and another sword swept directly behind him, this reaction speed is amazing!

Li Molan couldn't go to exchange his life with a dead man, he gritted his teeth, the wooden sword returned to defend, and the sword blade qi burst loudly, blocking the skeleton's reflexive sword!

The sword blade is handed over, and the bull wrestling is not enough to describe, as if two giant dragons collided together!

The sword intent collided, and the sword qi rushed in all directions, like a thunderbolt, and the white mist of the grass, trees, and ground within a radius of 100 meters was all violently lifted!

Flying sand and rocks, the scene is terrifying!

In the dust, you can vaguely see that a radius of 100 meters has been cleared out of a wasteland!

Some birds and beasts fled in terror into the distance, and the aura of heaven and earth in this area was chaotic under the bombardment of two completely different forces.

There were a few more cracks in the skeleton of the skeleton's sword-wielding right arm, apparently from a lot of trauma.

Li Molan's right arm holding the sword was bleeding nonstop, and the pain that pierced his heart came from his right arm, making his expression look a little hideous.

If he had been swordsman, he suspected that his right arm would be broken directly.

What kind of monster is this? Li Molan was a little dazed, secretly thinking that she was provoking someone, eating a chicken, and having so much trouble?

The skeleton stood in place, dust falling at its feet, like a starlight under the moonlight.

It lowered its head, no emotion in its eyes burning with green flames, but it clearly took a serious look at the crack in its right arm, and made sure that the enemy it had encountered this time was indeed strong.

Then it raised its head and clenched the hilt of its sword, its killing intent still remaining.

Li Molan was nervous for a while, thinking that it was time for her to run away.

I had a fight with this monster for some reason, and I was seriously injured, so I was honest...... It doesn't make much sense, or it doesn't mean anything at all.

He didn't come to find someone to fight, and he had no interest in the so-called sharpening of the sword, he came to find the inheritance of the immortals in Yubei.

The forest behind him was moving, Li Molan turned around in surprise, but saw a young man walking out of the forest.

In black clothes and full of silver hair, this young man with a graceful and luxurious temperament stood in front of Li Molan, looking leisurely and strolling leisurely.

Different from the thinking of the cultivators in Beihai, Li Molan looked at the long silver flowing hair that flowed down from this young man, neither praised nor felt so strange and weird, and even the first reaction in his heart was that this guy was wearing a wig.

The silver-haired young man looked at Li Molan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful young cultivator in the Dao Domain, which can be regarded as making me have a different opinion of this place." ”

His smile was very standard, and there was a hint of banter in the depths of his eyes, which made Li Molan feel very uncomfortable in short.

Li Molan was not interested in his words, he asked directly: "Who are you?"

The silver-haired young man said seriously, "I can't tell you who you are, because you are not qualified to know yet. Don't think that if I compliment you, you can take the opportunity to be pampered or something. ”

He said this with a look of assumed pride, very conceited, very arrogant, and of course very inadequate.

It's just that the temperament he has cultivated out of nowhere, so that every word he says gives people a feeling that it is indeed so, and even this statement seems to be very convincing.

Li Molan is not the kind of scholar who is taught by normal etiquette, and he doesn't even care about such things as etiquette, so he said rudely: "Idiot?"

The two words he said were quite rude, and for this silver-haired young man, they were simply the most rude and unruly words he had ever heard in his life, so he was stunned.

However, in Li Molan's eyes, there is no mistake in the use of these two words at all.

Qualifications, praise, pampering and coquettishness, sick you.

No one in the silver-haired young man's life dared to speak to him like this, so he felt very angry, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, after all, he was not the kind of market or grocery aunt who had lived in the market for many years, and there were far from many swear words in his stomach that could be used as a counterattack.

So the silver-haired young man was silent, thinking about what he should say, so that he could respond to the other party's insults perfectly without losing his demeanor and self-cultivation, forming a superior effect and momentum.

His silence fell in Li Molan's eyes, but it made him feel a little weird.

Li Molan thought to herself that she was just scolding him, how could this girl stay there as if she was stupid, motionless and not speaking, like a sculpture?

Then he said, "You are sick." ”

The silver-haired young man suddenly found that his lack of knowledge was far from being able to cope with such insults, so he decided not to speak, and to make the most beautiful response with his actions.

A rich black flashed in his eyes.

The sword-wielding skeleton was silent for a long time, and finally took action again.

"So you're the one who manipulated the skeleton and the zombies. Li Molan suddenly realized, "Then you will die today." ”

"The one who will die is you, lowly mortal. The silver-haired young man said indifferently.

"Neuropathy. Li Molan muttered, and then rose with his sword.

His violent movements were very fast, and the tip of the wooden sword in his hand was aimed at the silver-haired young man, ignoring the skeleton running behind him, and still used a greedy wolf style.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, not to mention that this young man is the one who manipulated the skeleton and killed him, so naturally he has all his worries.

Li Molan thought so, and in his impression, this kind of person who could summon things to fight was quite fragile in itself.

So he turned into a silver bolt of lightning, and his footsteps swept sharply, rushing in front of the silver-haired young man.

He stabbed out with a sword, and the sword intent of the greedy wolf-like slaughter slammed straight into the door in front of him.

The silver-haired young man watched all this expressionlessly, and finally showed a playful smile.

"How can you be my opponent?"

He whispered as a long sword condensed by white mist appeared in his hand.

He slashed out with a sword, and impartially attacked Li Molan's greedy wolf style.

Click.

This is the sound of the blade of the sword breaking.

The thousand-year-old wooden sword in Li Molan's hand that was sharpened by Kujiu Shi himself finally broke in front of him for the first time after many years.

At the beginning, the old man with two goatees said that in the end, no matter how hard it is, it is all an appearance, and it will eventually break.

Now the wooden sword is really broken.

Perhaps, it can be called the end of life, after all, it is just a wooden sword.

Li Molan's eyes showed a look of disbelief, he really didn't expect his sword to be cut off by an air sword composed of mist.

The breath of death slammed into his body, shattering the protective true qi on his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew high into the air, and then landed in the dirt.

The dust was flying, and the broken sword in his hand fell to the side, and the whole person was quite embarrassed.

The skeleton had stopped the moment the silver-haired youth drew his sword, because when the silver-haired youth was ready to do it himself, there was nothing to do with it.

Its eyes flickered with fire, like a spectator, ready to watch Li Merlan be defeated by the silver-haired youth, killed, and then awakened into a corpse.

The skeleton doesn't believe that anyone in this world can defeat its master, so it has no intention of helping.

The silver-haired young man watched Li Molan get up from the ground with difficulty, wiping the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He smiled and said, "You are not qualified to know my name yet, of course, if you are willing to contribute your soul to become my servant, then I may be able to consider it." ”

Li Molan was silent.

His quiet appearance really looked as if he had been struck and collapsed, but he silently looked at the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he was sorry, as if he was sad.

He was indeed sad, although the sword would break sooner or later, but after so many years of accompanying him, those feelings were still on it.

And...... It was cut by an old man for his cultivation, and it had been used for so many years, so it can be said that he had been using it since he first came into contact with kendo...... If it's ruined like this, how can you not be sad?

How can you not be angry?

The silver-haired young man looked at Li Molan's speechless appearance, felt a little bored, and said, "Didn't you expect you to give up like this?...... Since you're ready to die, go and die. ”

Li Molan finally raised her head.

Two years ago, on the cliff on the coast of the North Sea, Kujiu Shi once said it when he explained kendo to him.

The sword will break, but the sword heart will not be extinguished, the sword will be dirty, but the sword heart will be clean.

Breaking a wooden sword, how could it be possible to break his sword heart?

The old man left him more than a wooden sword!

Looking at this broken sword, I remembered that when the old man left, the light breeze came, and he was not ambiguous at all when he sent him away, but who in the world is not hypocritical? The wooden sword that the withered old man cut him has been used for many years, but it can be said that it is a conscience to cut people easily, and how much worse is the feel of this broken thing than the fine iron sword?!

Haven't you been using it all the time?!

Li Molan looked at the smiling face of the silver-haired young man, and had never felt so hateful.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed, and the wind blew fiercely.

There seemed to be a dragon's roar, and it seemed to roar.

The sound of the sword was earth-shattering, and the faces of everyone in the Maple Mountain Ridge changed suddenly.

The sword qi is rampant and wanton.

The sword is like a cloud hanging from the sky.

In the night, in the starlight, Li Molan held the North Sea Dragon Elephant, and stepped forward alone, falling with a sword!

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