The flying knife came like a lonely boat on the river, like a breeze on the river, and then was cut down by Li Molan's sword. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sword intent and sword light exploded on the snow, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and countless winds scattered in all directions, charming eyes.

Li Molan ran forward, as fast as lightning!

Yan Xinxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he measured the distance between the two, and did not face the other party's sword, after all, the flying knife technique is a trick of long-distance combat, if it is once it is picked up, it will inevitably fall into the disadvantage, since ancient times, his one-handed flying knife can be called superb, of course, he also knows the pros and cons of the flying knife technique, seeing Li Molan rushing forward, he quickly retreated backwards, and at the same time, there was no false hair in his hand, and more than a dozen silver cold lights cut through the blue sky and went straight forward, like a swordfish in the North Sea, only knowing that he was indomitable.

After all, the sword light is faster than a person, not to mention the flying knife in the hand of the sword demon, which is seen by the naked eye, and the body can't react.

Li Molan's black hair fluttered back in the cold wind, and there was no tension in her eyes, just calm to the extreme.

His body arched slightly, and there seemed to be a trajectory in his eyes.

More than ten flying knives are like a picture scroll in front of his eyes, and the flying knives on the picture scroll are like the seven stars of the Big Dipper in the sky, gradually connecting into a line in his eyes.

The blade of the sword is shifted upwards.

There is a sword in front of him, and more than ten flying knives are intercepted in a diagonal word!

Dingding, the crisp sound of collision echoed in everyone's ears.

The scene came so fast and so quickly that many onlookers didn't even know what was happening.

In their eyes, Li Molan just took a step forward, and then raised his sword for some reason, blocking the sword light that appeared at some point.

It was not the level of ordinary Qiu Mingshan disciples, of course, it was not something they could understand, but the masters of the Ten Perfection Division in the crowd understood it, He Xingge understood it, and those people on the cliff mouth also understood it.

But for these masters, Li Molan's speed is also a little unexpected.

What kind of sword is that?

Li Molan's sword was horizontal in front of him, but of course it was not just a simple action to block all the flying knives, at that moment the sword intent on his body was extremely powerful, like mountains and rivers, like the North Sea, as if it was a hard shield.

It's not a well-known swordsmanship, it's just a horizontal sword in the basic sword moves.

Anyone can defend with a horizontal sword, but why does his sword look so different?

Because he is a natural sword spirit body, and the sword intent is natural, his sword, of course, is different.

When Li Molan used the horizontal sword, those dense true qi were like wisps of lines intertwined in front of him, like a large net with extremely strong toughness, trapping more than ten flying knives like swordfish in the fishing net, and there was no way to escape.

The snow shook on the ground, and Li Molan sprinted forward, running, jumping, as if floating.

Countless sword lights came from in front of him, and the speed was relative, the flying knife was already extremely fast, not to mention the oncoming one, the relative speed was even faster.

There's nowhere to hide.

So Li Molan frantically slashed forward!

The sword light danced, impermeable to the wind, and he moved forward in the countless sword shadows, walking forward in the dozens or hundreds of flying knives that came in front of him, as if walking in the rain, and then chopping every raindrop that might touch his body.

The sound of swords is all over my ears!

On the snow, that person, that sword, walked forward in countless illusory shadows.

In the light of the day, the young man in the black and white Taoist coat gradually retreated, and his eyes gradually became solemn, but as his speed became faster and denser, a huge storm appeared in front of him.

Countless snow and dirt were torn apart, and the roots of the grass and trees in the depths of the earth flew upwards and fluttered in the wind.

In the midst of the storm, a ravine appeared on the ground.

Li's feet also appeared one ravine after another.

The shadow of his sword enveloped him, and he plunged headlong into the storm!

Everyone watched intently, they couldn't tell which was stronger or weaker at all, they could only guess nervously!

Ding Ding Ding -

The gold and stone rang in unison.

More dense throwing knives collide with swords.

Yan Xinxuan's eyes were slightly surprised and a touch of imperceptible admiration.

Then he threw a throwing knife at him.

The movement is very hard, the amplitude is large, and it looks like an all-out effort.

So a huge sword light several people tall rushed into the middle of the storm.

The wind was too strong, the clouds were heavy and the sky was full of frost and snow.

These sights obscure the view.

Everyone can only see one frame.

Between the flying sand and stones, a person dances a sword.

But it can't be clear.

There are hundreds of flying knives pinned to Yan Xinxuan's clothes.

The knife just now happened to be the hundredth knife.

This knife is extremely strong, and few people can hold it under him in the past until this knife appears, but looking at Li Molan, who has a blurred figure, Yan Xinxuan took two steps back again, and then took out another knife from his arms.

It's not enough.

He knows it well.

With a snort, the storm was torn apart, and a figure struck out of it, like a sword stabbed to the neck in the dark night!

Yan Xinxuan was very calm, his body leaned back, and he narrowly avoided the sword that slashed at his head, but after all, it was still a little slower, and a few strands of hair broke off and fell to the ground.

Li Molan held the sword in his right hand, a sword missed, of course his left hand would not stop, from top to bottom punched directly to the abdomen of the Beihai Sword Demon ten years ago, the fist was strong, and there was a thousand powers, but Yan Xinxuan's response was also very fast, his hands shot out two flying knives, straight into Li Molan's eyes, this is to bear a punch hard, to change Li Molan's eyes!

It was very straightforward to save Zhao from Wei Wei, but the conspiracy was unavoidable, Li Molan could only give up that punch at this moment, and at the same time retract her sword and retreated, dodging the two flying knives at the same time, she was also temporarily distanced by the sword demon Yan Xinxuan.

Pulling away more than ten meters, Yan Xinxuan didn't have time to change his breath, so he shot with more than ten flying knives.

This time, the flying knife in his hand actually evolved into a black and white illusory python between the trajectories!

Sword Demon Yan Xinxuan is a disciple of Shiquan Division, and he is the same as Emperor Zizhai's Jun Buxie, he has always been a martial artist, and the flying knife cuts through the void, and there is a faint Dao power into a celestial phenomenon.

Li Molan was not surprised, the second type of the Dragon Elephant Sword Technique stabbed forward with a startled roar, and he slammed forward without dodging or dodging, not avoiding its edge, as if he wanted to make a move to see him.

Ordinary people may be surprised by this change, but He Xingge provided him with that information as soon as possible to watch, and naturally he already knew Yan Xinxuan's hole cards, a sword roar with amazing piercing power, and it was personally controlled by the Beihai Dragon Elephant Sword, there is no reason why a black and white python can't be broken!

The hundred-meter giant elephant manifests, and the phantom is huge and majestic, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Yan Xinxuan's pupils shrank.

He didn't know this set of swordsmanship, but he could feel the power in it.

He couldn't calm down at this moment, because he suddenly found that the power of this set of swordsmanship was stronger than he expected, and all deductions and calculations were carried out all the time in the battle, and the grasp of each move and the guess of the subsequent move were very important, he originally estimated that Li Molan could only smash his virtual black and white python with one sword, and even being able to compete with that sword was already a large degree of overestimation, who could know that the other party's sword roared, not only forcibly tore his illusory black and white python, but also had the strength to move forward!

This was really beyond his expectations.

If he stopped Li Molan with that flying knife just now, there was enough time for him to usher in an opportunity to exchange breath and let him regather his aura, then he would still be able to fight, and the victory or defeat had not yet been revealed.

But he didn't calculate that this sword was so powerful!

If you make a wrong move on the chessboard, you will lose everything, and you will be defeated!

......

......

Countless winds and snows have all defected.

The lonely boat was destroyed in the water.

A sword stopped three inches in front of Yan Xinxuan, and the sword light was cold.

Yan Xinxuan looked at the sword blade that was close at hand in silence.

Ten years ago, at the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, he also looked at the tip of the sword in front of him like this, and then was silent.

Ten years later, when the next Heavenly Sacrifice Conference was imminent, those scenes were repeated again, and they were defeated at the hands of a junior cultivator.

"You won. ”

He said lonely. (To be continued.) )