Countless swords falling from the sky, each sword is the full force of the prince's sword, even if Yu Huaji tried her best to deal with it, but after all, it still seemed precarious, her body was already exhausted, and the previous Dhara sword was already her killing move to turn defeat into victory, but instead helped the sword idiot break through the painting of the sword in his hand as a prison and comprehend a new layer of swordsmanship, which was really unexpected. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was precisely because she calculated that the sword was unavoidable for the prince's sword, so she poured all the residual aura in her body without hesitation, and it was a desperate gamble in the real sense, it should have been the peak of the sword after the edge, the indestructible Dhara sword is the most powerful sword in the holy woman's swordsmanship, and it is even more handy in her hands, and it can no longer be familiar with it, she has practiced back and forth thousands of times, even if it is a sword idiot, it is impossible to really block it when he is caught off guard and unprepared, but the murderous prototype of the divine sword in his hand is instead fueled his kendo attainments, which no one can imagine。

As if walking on the wire rope, a slight carelessness is a tragic end, Yu Huaji constantly changed her position, constantly out of the sword, but with her movements, her sword became more and more soft and weak, more and more slow, chopping boulders and cutting wood and rivers Everything is chopped, of course, the holy maiden sword is indestructible, but if there is no abundant aura support, no matter how powerful the holy maiden sword is, there is also a weak heart, any sword is a weapon in the hands of people, and wielding a weapon requires people to move.

The golden light on the edge of the dark jungle on the riverside gradually dimmed, and it was gathered within three zhang of Yu Huaji's side, and the three zhang outside was filled with cold sword intent, flying sand and walking stones were all swords, and every grain of sand and stones collided with her and Sanzhang was a sword, and the collision of the sword path never stopped from beginning to end.

Wang Zijian's brows were very cold, and he stood on the other side of the river and looked at the red-clothed girl whose status was incomparably sacred and noble in the Beihai, without sorrow or joy.

The last time in the Yubei Tomb, he almost succeeded in killing her, but after all, he was stopped, recalling the peerless picture of the young man in the Yubei Tomb who was alone with the Seven Divine Swords, Wang Zijian said quietly: "Who else can save you this time?"

The sound was quiet, but it was clear, and it fell into Yu Huaji's ears with the wind across the river.

Yu Hongyi gritted her teeth and was silent, she held the sword silently, the sword light shrouded in her side, and it was likely to be her final burial place.

Wang Zijian frowned and looked at him, the chill in his cold eyes grew thicker, like a cold wind and snow in the cold winter moon, and his two empty palms that did not hold the sword grabbed forward.

Heaven and Earth Sword Domain, in the darkness, everywhere is his sword, the breeze in the forest is his sword, the broken rotten wood is his sword, and the surging river is naturally his sword.

Wang Zijian raised his hands upwards and looked at the river.

The fifty-mile long river entered the North Sea, and was dragged out by the prince's sword!

Fifty miles of long river if the heavenly river upside down, the tide in the sky is endless, rushing endlessly, the thick and mighty breath has been heavily oppressed, this long river hangs in the sky, the whole island can be seen anywhere!

"What a spectacular ......" In the corner of the island, Huang Zitao, who had just been shocked by the Heaven and Earth Sword Domain, raised his head, looked at the long river flowing in the dark night in the sky in a daze, and muttered to himself, beside him were some young cultivators who followed him, these young girls who had never seen the world looked at the eye-catching long river in the sky in shock and speechlessness, their expressions were in a trance, thinking that they had seen some miracle, such a scene they had never imagined.

In the dense forest not far from the bank of the big river, a handsome young man wearing the clothes of a disciple of the white Sword Pavilion looked at the long river in the sky in a daze, silent, and then vaguely felt a faint aura fluctuation in the air, as if he realized something, his complexion changed slightly, and the meteor strode in the direction of the big river, like a white bird rushing by.

On the other side of the prince's sword, Yu Huaji's eyes hidden in the bright land of Sanzhang on the beach of the big river showed a trace of surprise for a long time, she was able to maintain the solemnity of the treasure most of the time, and she was in danger of any situation, but when she saw this long river full of murderous sword intent being dragged out by the prince's sword, she still felt a trace of horror, and after comprehending the one and a half claws of the Dao, the sword path of the prince sword has been extraordinary, and there is a great possibility of becoming the second kendo master at the level of dry wine poetry, and at this moment, this long river is obviously a thousand miles of accumulation of the prince's sword and sword skills, although he may not be able to use such a powerful river sword to replace the sword in the future, but for now it is enough!

I take the long river as my sword, and the sword hangs like the Milky Way for nine days.

Yu Huaji's body is like a gossamer, and her life is just a struggle to the death.

As long as Yu Huaji dies, he will win the war between one person and one big sect, and even if he dies in the hands of Chen Shuisha, the ancestor of Daomen, he will die without regrets, and even satisfied.

"You will be the only Daomen saintess in the history books to be defeated and killed by fellow cultivators, and this will be the most humiliating part of all the chapters in the history of Daomen. Wang Zijian said indifferently.

Yu Huaji was silent.

The long river fell, like a raging flood, and smashed into the bank of the great river.

In the dark, on the riverside, outside the dense forest, in the three lights, Yu Huaji lowered her eyes and waited for death, her heart was like ashes, but there was no fear or fear, only regret.

After a few breaths, she opened her eyes, and there was an incredible look in them.

There was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, holding a long sword with the sound of dragons roaring one after another, standing in front of her, holding the sword and slashing vertically from top to bottom, dividing the river with a sword.

Fifty miles of the river fell like a sword, the sword pavilion young man blocked it with a sword, the sword was in the direction of, and the river naturally surged to both sides, and not a drop of water fell on the red clothes of the Daomen saintess.

Yu Huaji looked dazed and speechless in shock, while Wang Zijian's eyes were cold, but he soon had some other meanings, but he was not worried.

One man and one sword cut the long river, and the fifty-mile long river was split from the middle, and it was still fifty miles.

The water flooded the golden mountain, and the river on the bank of the big river quickly returned to the riverbed, only the disciple of the Sword Pavilion who arrived at the last moment was panting, and his face was pale, his clothes were soaked, and the river water flowed down his wet hair on his cheeks, obviously blocking this long river, it was really very difficult for him.

Yu Huaji was stunned before she came to her senses, quickly regained her composure, and looked at the sword in the hand of the person in front of her.

At that time, the dragon sword that was at the top of the list of famous weapons in Beihai was accompanied by the sound of dragon chanting when the sword was released, and it was famous in Beihai.

Of course, Yu Huaji knew who the owner of this sword was.

Sword madman Zhu Mingwen, this kendo genius boy who has been silent for nearly a year, now seeing him again after a year, is actually still to save himself, Yu Huaji sighed in his heart, and then asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, if there's something, it's also the Holy Maiden, you have more trouble. Spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhu Mingwen finally felt better, and said dryly, although his realm is relatively low, his state can be called relatively good, at least much better than Yu Huaji.

Yu Huaji thought that in the Yubei tomb a year ago, it was also this young swordsman with a clean face who blocked the sword idiot's sword and blocked it in front of her, and couldn't help but whisper: "Thank you." ”

Wang Zijian, who was not far away, looked at this familiar picture, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhu Mingwen nodded, neither looking very cold, nor flattered by the gratitude of the Daomen Holy Maiden, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "You're welcome." (To be continued.) )