Li Molan's figure staggered after missing the sword, as if he was unsteady on his feet, he glanced at the slender long sword like a snake's teeth with an expressionless face, and opened a three-step distance from him, an inch short and an inch dangerous, if he didn't pull the distance away, every sword was a life-and-death fight, and at the same time, the white bird sword that followed like a maggot on the tarsal bone came first from behind, chasing Li Molan Tianling, ready to behead with a sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The surrounding aura and true qi constantly collided and thundered, and thunder thundered on the ground, and everyone in the field could only see the incessant wind and snow, but they couldn't see how the two people inside moved.

There was an occasional sound of swords, but there were not many, not the fierce grappling as imagined, and no one was unilaterally suppressed.

The silver-white sword light of the Moyang Sword soared out, and the silver sword qi tore through the surrounding snow.

The silver white slashed the silver white, revealing a clear vision of the square inch.

Liu Wenyang's expression was solemn, and he stabbed forward with a sword and a sword, like a continuous stab of a cavalry, continuous like a violent wind and rain, and it turned into a phantom.

Li Molan's movements were more agile, his figure retreated again and again, and every step was a fraction of a millimeter different from the tip of the White Bird Sword, but it was this millimeter difference that Liu Wenyang was never able to pierce his henchman, and then he didn't see how he jumped, Li Molan's whole person was like a big peng spreading his wings and soaring, and a Moyang sword in his hand was floating in the air.

Moyang floats in the air.

Liu Wenyang looked up, and the sharp sword qi of three people and one person was chasing after him from the bottom up.

Li Molan's Divine Soul Imperial Sword, the Moyang Sword fell like a meteor, the strong wind howled and actually tore apart three sword qi with one enemy and three, and at the same time, Li Molan's whole person fell down like an eagle.

Mo Yang entered the palm of his hand again and went straight to Liu Wenyang's heart.

Carrying countless winds and snows.

Liu Wenyang's face changed slightly, and he was a little uncertain in his heart, and after thinking for a moment, he immediately avoided his edge and retreated, but a green shirt floated in hot pursuit, and a sword light like a green frost Moyang sword followed closely like a ghost.

The sword intent skyrocketed, and it actually shattered the powerful sword momentum that Liu Wenyang had worked so hard to accumulate in an instant at close range!

There are cracks and ravines on the earth, and each ravine is as thick as a beam and column, which can accommodate one person to lie in it.

Liu Wenyang's eyes were cold and angry, and he shouted violently, and the boundless sword momentum rose again, and dozens of sword qi were suspended at his side!

The silver-white sword qi dao was suspended in the air like a school of fish in the sea, accompanying the white bird sword left and right.

The tip of the sword pointed forward, as if a general had given an order, and the army was overwhelmed.

The school of sword qi fish went straight to the weak Mo Yang that rushed towards him!

Li Molan's face did not change color, nor did he cast his sword qi, but his left hand was spread outward, his palm was facing outward, releasing his true qi to protect his body, and his steps were faster, leaving marks on the snow, and every footprint was deeply sunk into the ground.

A sword qi that swept in like a school of fish was like a school of fish, as if a man could not open it!

It is more like although tens of millions of people are going, swallowing mountains and rivers like a tiger!

The ground thundered and exploded, this is a collision of sword intent between each other!

At this moment, the two groups of "ordinary people" of Fu Demon Mountain and Famous Sword Villa, who were finally able to see the situation in the field, were shocked and speechless, and even forgot how powerful the two people in the field were, and only felt as if they had seen the legendary immortal fighting method.

This kind of magnificent scene, for even Zhang Ruiheng and Lei Wenwei, is the first time to see it, and it is a master duel that has never been seen before! Although the two leaders of the rivers and lakes are only the kings of this small river and lake, when they were young, the two even had a good relationship and traveled together, at that time they said that the top master duel they saw now seems to be nothing more than Erer, and the realm of the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes over the years makes their mentality inevitably a little condescending.

But today's showdown, whether it is Lei Wenwei or Zhang Ruiheng, it seems to have returned to the youthful years when he had just entered the cultivation path, and the ignorant age when he watched countless heroes and masters fight each other and his heart swayed and yearned.

Not to mention such as the gatekeeper Wang Erhu, and the group of laymen and maids on the wooden tower who don't know how to cultivate, they can't understand it at all, so they feel that they are so powerful, just like immortals.

This is probably the reason why cultivators are always called superior immortals in Beihai, and they are condescending, but the gap between cultivators and ordinary people is too great.

Inside the field, the snow is flying, and the wind is rising, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

The Moyang Sword smashed the first wisp of sword qi in front of him, and at the same time, Liu Wenyang, who was mentally manipulating the sword qi, was shocked.

The second wisp of sword qi shattered again, Liu Wenyang's eyes widened, and he wondered when he would wait until the end of this person's crossbow? Unintentionally, he had already regarded the other party as a master of the same level or even higher than himself.

The third wisp of sword qi followed and shattered.

Immediately after, the entire group of sword qi fish exploded violently, more than a dozen wisps, more than twenty wisps, more than thirty wisps, and even nearly a hundred sword qi all exploded in an instant.

The sword qi was like a floc that flew up and scattered, diffusing between heaven and earth, and at the same time, the sword momentum realm constructed by those spiritual qi also dissipated and became invisible.

The blood in Liu Wenyang's mouth was like a spring, and he was subjected to nearly a hundred divine soul impacts in an instant, where could he eat and stay, but he was in a trance in his mind and seemed to repeat a thought.

"When will you wait until the end of this man's crossbow?"

It's like a demon, and I can't help myself when I am deeply immersed in it.

It's a pity that he can't wait, for Li Molan, even if he has another hundred and a thousand sword qi, he can't make him run out of oil.

Liu Wenyang's eyes closed, and he fell backwards in a daze, the blood in his mouth overflowed, dyed red, and Li Molan, the boy in the green shirt, who seemed to be weak and even powerless, looked calm, and could not see the slightest fading, which made the people in Fumo Mountain or the Famous Sword Villa look at him as if they were looking at immortals, even if a few people rushed out of Fumo Mountain at this moment to shout to apprentice, it would not be surprising.

Liu Wenyang, who was holding the White Bird Sword, was unconscious, and his hands were naturally weakly spread, and the sword in the hand of the swordsman's life-threatening sword was finally powerless to get rid of his hand and fell on the snow, leaving a crisp pop.

No one dared to move, and everyone looked directly at the green-shirted boy who didn't even use the sword at his waist, like a prisoner waiting to fall.

Li Molan stroked Mo Yang and felt that this sword was actually not bad, although it was a little worse than the Beihai Dragon Elephant, but as a famous sword, it was a good idea, and the Dragon Elephant Sword would not have any jealousy with this kind of ordinary famous sword, and it was safely hidden in the scabbard, no different from the ordinary simple iron sword.

He threw Mo Yang back and threw it back to Zhang Ruiheng, who was stunned, who suddenly woke up and took the saber with a face full of surprise.

Li Molan smiled lightly and looked at Lei Wenwei, the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, who had a blank face, and there was a demon woman beside him who was also colorless, presumably his wife Liu, the sister of Liu Wenyang.

"If you don't take him with you, how far will you go?" Li Molan pointed to Liu Wenyang, who was unconscious on the ground, and said with a smile.

Lei Wenwei was about to quickly carry his brother-in-law and leave, and glanced at the white bird sword on the ground, not knowing whether to take it away, because this sword should be the trophy of this young man in green shirts, not to mention that no one is not tempted by this famous sword, but on the other hand, if the awakened brother-in-law learns that the sword he regards as life is gone, he is afraid that his brother-in-law will be the first to suffer.

So I hesitated, but I didn't have the courage to ask.

Li Molan glanced at the famous sword white bird as thin as an iron hammer, although this sword is good, but it can't afford the word divine sword, and it hasn't raised a sword spirit, to tell the truth, he still can't look down on it, and said lightly: "The sword is the life of a swordsman, it doesn't hurt if you take it away, and I'm not rare." ”

The audience was shocked, and they regarded the famous sword as dung, how open-minded? Many young Jianghu chicks in the two groups looked at the green clothes with longing written in their eyes, as if they had seen idol figures who did not dare to chase after them all their lives. )