If you don't face the sword tide of the Northern Underworld, you will never be able to understand the true power of this kendo wizard.

A truly sane person would never take the initiative to crash into its blue sword tide.

That is the real sword tide, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, like the abyss and the sea, endless.

When people enter it, they will inevitably suffer from the pain of the skin and the pain of Ling Chi.

Du Lengqiu was furious, he couldn't care about much, he used the secret technique of dragon travel in all directions, and crashed straight into the sword tide.

In the tide of dark blue sword light, Du Lengqiu's body twisted slightly, shuttling and swimming in the gap of the blue sword light, his undulating posture was like a dragon swimming in the four seas.

Show off its might.

A type of dragon travels in all directions, and the true meaning of the dragon is free.

Beiming had no expression, and for the first time there was an expression on his dead gray face—shocked.

The dragon travels in all directions, vertical and horizontal.

Du Lengqiu originally thought that although Longyou Bafang was one of the seven phases of the Qinglong, it was only used to escape with explosive speed in a short distance, until he was forced by the sword tide of the Northern Underworld to retreat one after another, and Du Lengqiu felt the true meaning of Longyou Bafang.

The dragon travels in all directions, it is the freedom of the real dragon roaring and proud of the world, and it is the pleasure and freedom of the four seas.

Dragon soars the world, leisurely travel.

The dragon is important, but more important is the infinite changes of the dragon itself.

Between heaven and earth, there is no power more powerful, noble, and more wonderful than the dragon, the upper is soaring for nine days, and the lower is lurking in the nine abysses, and the flexion and stretching are endless, so the dragon can swim in all directions, arbitrarily vertical and horizontal.

In this way, it is the four spirits of heaven and earth, and it is the god of the East.

Du Lengqiu cultivated into a green dragon and swung his tail, and understood the true meaning of the dragon in all directions, his footsteps changed in no way, and his body was like a dragon.

Even if Bei Ming blushed, the sword light was like a tide, and it couldn't hurt Du Lengqiu in the slightest.

The method of the sword, the heart of the emphasis is not distracted, and the body and sword are combined. Although Beiming is a natural swordsmanship, and the sword light is constantly turning, he has never been able to capture Du Lengqiu's figure, and his heart is scattered, so it is difficult to maintain this wonderful state of the sword.

Beiming is a genius of swordsmanship, all swordsmanship is based on self-creation, and the interest comes, and the swordsmanship goes straight to the nine heavens, which can be called unparalleled in swordsmanship. However, if the mood is frustrated, it will inevitably be depressed, and the swordsmanship will plummet.

Therefore, Beiming is pessimistic at the moment, and the enemy is frustrated, so Beiming will no longer be able to show such swordsmanship. As soon as the sword momentum declined, the sword light that was like a tide also fell suddenly.

Just like the ebb and flow of the tide of the sea, when the tide falls, the swordsmanship reveals a huge flaw.

At this moment, Du Lengqiu flashed in front of Bei Ying with the shrunken sword light. This change was really unusual, and the North Ming was terrified, and the trembling and undulating blue long sword condensed, turning into a blue sword light and stabbing straight out.

Beiming is not a supreme genius of swordsmanship, and a sword in a moment of crisis is still not to be humiliated.

Under the horror, the sword of the divine will instinctively reacted to the highest level of the Northern Underworld.

And under the pressure of death, the cold qi in the body of the Northern Underworld suddenly exploded.

The cold qi in the body was transmitted through the sword body, and the faint blue light on it was transformed into countless white cold qi, which spread out. The white cold air seems to be ethereal like a fairy and a cloud, but in essence, it is a myriad of fine ice needles.

The cold air can instantly condense the water vapor in the air and turn into ice needles, which shows the strength of the cold air in the Northern Darkness.

A triumphant sneer appeared on Beiming's face.

Once the cold qi in his body erupted, it was a great move of indiscriminate attack, enveloping the surrounding Fang Yuanzhang Xu, without the slightest dead end. This is his ability to press the bottom of the box.

"This time it's up to you to hide. ”

Once the ice needle penetrates the body, it will travel from the blood to the whole body, and it will freeze on the spot in an instant.

At that time, the North Darkness will cut off the absolute advantage.

With just a single sword, he could cut off Du Lengqiu's head.

Bei Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, he didn't care what means he used, as long as he could achieve victory, everything was not a problem.

However, at this moment, the situation changed abruptly.

In the white air of the ice needles that were as white as the fog, a figure flew up into the sky, and its vigorous and heroic posture was like a flying dragon.

The dragon flies for nine days, drumming clouds, swinging wind and thunder, pneumatic eight directions, and reigning in the world.

Du Lengqiu's leaping figure stirred and churned the white qi, and he already had the power of Long Fei for nine days.

Bei Ming, who stabbed straight with his sword, only felt that the white qi was churning, and he suddenly lost the trace of Du Lengqiu in front of him, and it was extremely strange, but he was shocked to find that a man wearing bast shoes was kicking his head.

At this time, Du Lengqiu hung out of the air, like a green dragon turning over the sea, and his long tail swinged.

If this move hits, it will inevitably kick Beiming's head.

Beiming was shocked to the extreme, and death was just around the corner.

He didn't care about any thoughts, instinctively shrunk his neck and shoulders, and the whole person was like a frightened turtle, and his head was almost retracted into his neck.

It's not any move, it's the instinct of the North Underworld to be beaten in the past ten years.

Since he killed his parents by mistake, he has been beaten thousands of times for more than 4,000 days and nights, and he has developed the instinct to shrink his head after being beaten to avoid serious injury.

At this critical juncture, Beiming almost instinctively performed this trick without thinking.

With one leg in the air, Du Lengqiu inevitably fell.

You know, he's not really a dragon.

It's not that it can fly!

The Northern Darkness Long Sword slashed horizontally in an instant, like a dark blue folding fan, slowly spreading out.

At this moment, Beiming was extremely proud.

He's on the verge of victory.

He never imagined that he would practice such a life-saving stunt in the years of humiliation.

The reversal of fate is intoxicating and fooling sentient beings, nothing more than this.

However, at this time, Du Lengqiu wiped from his waist, and two cold lights shot out. It was the streamer twin blades he had obtained from Minghui.

With a muffled snort, Beiming's figure suddenly stopped.

The blue folding fan that bloomed in his palm instantly dissipated, revealing the true body of the dark blue sword.

Du Lengqiu's toes lightly touched the sword, and he flew out a few feet with the help of his strength and then landed.

Fast as lightning, fierce as thunder, fluttering as the wind, light as clouds.

At this moment, Du Lengqiu was ruthlessly handsome.

He has that qualification.

Beiming stood still. Two razor-sharp daggers, one in the heart and the other in the throat.

The North Dead was dead, at his proudest.

Although the North Shadow is dead, his body is still standing. His eyes widened, and he seemed extremely unconvinced.

After landing, Du Lengqiu took a long breath. Tingling all over his body, cold and unable to move. He had palpitations, it was really dangerous just now, and the victory or defeat was only a line between victory and defeat.

If he hadn't brought two more short swords, he would have been cut into two pieces by the sword of the North Underworld at this moment, and he would have died a miserable death.

He looked at himself covered in ice needles, and then looked at Beiming. This guy's eyes widened angrily, and he looked like he was not convinced.

"You are indeed a good swordsman. He walked over, took off the dark blue sword in Beiming's hand, and looked at it across his chest.

With a flick of the wrist, the sword body trembled like flowing water, and there seemed to be the sound of sea water surging in the buzzing sound.

"Good sword!"