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White rainbow and ink, the two swords intersect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info gold and iron resonate, sonorous and piercing. Sparks fly and shine in all directions. As far as the aftermath can reach, it will deter thousands of soldiers. Among the nearly 1,000 heroes present, there were no less than hundreds of people with swords at their waists. But at this moment, these hundreds of long swords, short swords, broad swords, and heavy swords couldn't help but tremble at the same time. As if ashamed of himself, he bowed to the fierce battle of the two swords in the ring.

I felt it, Xiao Sheng felt it completely. The power transmitted from the Xuanmo Sword was indeed the opposite of the Yang Shiqi Sutra. Long and flexible, yin but not evil, mellow but not strong. Bai Hongjian seems to be able to completely cut off the Xuanmo Sword as long as he adds more strength, but on the contrary, the internal force of the Yin World Strange Scripture is endless, and the stamina is long and strong. The greater the pressure, the stronger the resistance. It is indeed not a lie to say that the yin world is better than the yang world.

In fact, this feeling is only for a moment. When it was too late, Long Xiaotian twisted his wrist, and the Xuanmo Sword immediately rotated violently, forming a spiral sword circle. The power on the sword suddenly tripled, and the white rainbow sword was forcibly shaken away. Immediately afterwards, the Xuanmo Sword swept obliquely from the bottom up. The sword light of the ink shadow condensed into a sharp edge like a crescent moon, slashing at the enemy.

With the internal force of the Yin World Wonders, with the sharpness of the Xuanmo Sword. Once it is indeed slashed on the enemy, even if there is a Golden Bell Jar Ten Levels of cultivation, I am afraid that he will still be disemboweled!

At the moment of lightning, Long Xiaotian slashed out three swords in a row, each sword was unexpected, unpredictable. The strength on the sword is stacked layer by layer, and the accumulation becomes stronger and stronger. Such a strange sword made Xiao Sheng couldn't help but admire it. He slammed his hand out, and the white rainbow sword came into his grasp. Between his eyebrows, he suddenly revealed...... Thick hatred.

"Hate hate hate, hate ah~ There is great hatred in heaven and earth, and mixed manifolds. If you hate, you can't do anything!"

Between the long groans, Xiao Sheng waved his sword and danced solo. It seems to be out of order, but it just happened to block the Xuanmo Sword's slash that described the crescent moon. In the short moment when the two swords intersected, the incomparable power on the Xuanmo Sword was about to be released, and the Baihong Sword skillfully retreated with one touch, making it impossible to release the power of the Xuanmo Sword.

Such a change is even more strange, which makes Long Xiaotian can't help but be stunned. At this moment of distraction, Bai Hongjian suddenly turned from soft to rigid, anti-guest-oriented, harnessing the uncontrollable force, and slammed the Xuanmo Sword to the ground.

As soon as Long Xiaotian's arm sank, he couldn't help it, and he swung his sword and slashed to the ground, revealing the empty door. At this moment, Bai Hongjian rushed past the shocking Hong, crossed the sky, and went straight to the enemy's face.

"Click~" There was a strange sound. Even though Long Xiaotian had dodged sideways in time, his cheeks were still swept by the sharp edge of the White Rainbow Sword. A hot tingling sensation followed, and blood flowed down Long Xiaotian's jaw. Although the injury was not serious, it was already solid and lost.

Although he suffered a small setback, the momentum on Long Xiaotian's body did not decrease at all. His figure flickered, performing clever footwork, and at the same time turned into two figures, attacking left and right. The Xuanmo sword is tortuous, soft as the wind, dense as rain, and its killing power is as good as the previous three swords.

With such a delicate sword move, Xiao Sheng didn't seem to have the interest to even look at it for a while. He groaned alone: "The two haters are red-faced and thin-lived." The right wrist trembled slightly, and the hundred refining steel of the Baihong Sword suddenly turned into a finger twist, inextricably linked, and at the same time wrapped the Xuanmo Sword that attacked from the left and right, and suddenly swung the sword into a circle, twisting and twisting it hard.

The two dragons on the left and right were immediately forcibly pulled and collided with each other, and they merged back into one person. The sword momentum immediately collapsed, and it couldn't be moved. Xiao Sheng shouted loudly: "The three haters, the waves of the river are endless. The sound has not yet fallen, and the white rainbow sword is as early as the Yangtze River, surging endlessly, rushing and stabbing.

In an instant, I only heard "Click~~" Ten times in succession. Long Xiaotian was like a clay puppet, standing on the spot, without the slightest movement. After looking closely, I saw that his eyebrows, throat, heart, dantian, left and right shoulders, left and right wrists, and left and right knees were a total of ten parts, and a little red blood beads appeared at the same time.

Obviously, at that moment just now, the Bai Hong Sword had already stabbed ten swords in a row on Long Xiaotian's body. Fortunately, Xiao Sheng was merciful. Otherwise, Long Xiaotian would have become a dead man by now.

Another soft sigh. Xiao Sheng took a few steps back, raised his hand and threw it, and took back the white rainbow sword, which had already tasted human blood and became satisfied. said lightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity." My twelve hatreds, Brother Long, you can only appreciate three of them after all. ”

“...... Huh~ The skills are not as good as people, there is nothing to say. I lost this battle. Moreover, it is even more convincing. ”

Long Xiaotian woke up like a dream, and then put the Xuanmo sword back into its sheath and saluted Xiao Sheng with a fist. Between the eyebrows, there seems to be a look of joy and convincing. He said in a condensed voice: "With my limit today, I can indeed only appreciate Brother Sima's three hatreds. But I am confident that in ten years at most, I will be able to appreciate Brother Sima's twelve hatreds. ”

Xiao Sheng smiled and said, "Not bad." The Yin World Wonder Sutra and the Yang World Wonder Sutra, these two unique disciplines are certainly powerful. But Brother Long, you are still only a yin and yang initiate, and you have not yet reached the level of combining yin and yang. Over time, I believe that with Brother Long's intelligence, he will be able to make great progress and go to the next level.

Brother Long's four strange swords just now are also unfinished. Continuing to derive from the context, it is not difficult to create more profound and subtle swordsmanship. It is said that after ten years, you can fully appreciate the twelve hatreds, which is not a lie. So, I'll see. ”

Long Xiaotian arched his hand again and said: "If he can really achieve something towards Long, it is all due to the mercy of Brother Long's sword today." This kindness and virtue, Long kept it in mind, and did not dare to forget it for the rest of his life. Brother Sima, please. ”

Before the words fell, Long Xiaotian paused slightly. Another blunt giant sword placed in the corner of the ring immediately soared into the air, swirling and flying, and automatically threw itself at its master. Long Xiaotian reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and put the giant sword back behind him. With a flick of his big sleeves, he floated off the stage, and walked away as if there was no one around.

The cultivation that Long Xiaotian had just displayed was enough to rank among the world's first-class masters. In particular, his swordsmanship is unpredictable and superb, which makes people even more dizzying. So he was defeated though. But there are nearly 1,000 heroes watching the battle in the ring, but no one will look down on him because of this.

Looking at Long Xiaotian's back as he gradually moved away, everyone present unexpectedly had the same thought: "This Long Xiaotian is now so good." In another ten years, I don't know what transcendent realm I will cultivate. It's not good to say, it's another peerless great master similar to Zhang Sanfeng's real person. ”

What everyone thinks, it's not bad. After this battle, Long Xiaotian knew all kinds of shortcomings in his martial arts, so he once again devoted himself to hard cultivation. Ten years later, when he was about fifty years old, Long Xiaotian not only succeeded in fusing the two great divine skills of the Yang World Wonder Sutra and the Yin World Wonder Sutra, but also reached the realm of Yin and Yang. Moreover, he also created martial arts such as the Five Absolute Palms of the Yang World, the Phantom Legs of the Yin World, and the Phantom Yin Fingers. On top of the original four strange swords of the Yin World Sword Technique, a more exquisite five unique swords have been added, which stand alone in the world and shake the rivers and lakes.

With this divine skill, Long Xiaotian founded a sect and became the ancestor of the "Yin World Sect" in later generations, creating a legend like a myth. At the age of 100, Long Xiaotian combined the two great wonders of yin and yang to create the "Sun and Moon Shenjian". Confident that his martial arts achievements have not only surpassed the Shaolin Dharma Ancestor and Wudang Zhang Sanfeng Zhenren, but also surpassed the "Twelve Hatreds of the Sword King" who had given him a defeat.

But at that time, although the Bodhidharma Ancestor had already detached himself from Nirvana, Zhang Sanfeng's real person was also feathered and soared. Long Xiaotian mobilized 100,000 sect members, searching everywhere for traces of the Sword Monarch's Twelve Hatreds, but he never gained anything. Therefore, how powerful Long Xiaotian's Sun and Moon Divine Sense is, it has never been verified, it is just a divine imagination.

Long Xiaotian couldn't help but regret this. But there is nothing to be done. I can only hope that future generations can inherit their legacy, practice the Sun and Moon Shenjian, and truly share their superiority with the descendants of Shaolin, Wudang, and Jianjun, so as to prove that their brainchild has not been in vain. This is a later story, and I don't want to see it.

Look back at the recruitment meeting in Wan'an Temple. Since Long Xiaotian took the initiative to admit defeat and step down, Xiao Sheng was declared victorious by the referee.

Xiao Sheng also stepped out of the ring. Raise your eyes at will, and everywhere you look, but you see many heroes in the rivers and lakes, they are afraid of themselves, and they take the initiative to retreat, and they dare not look up at themselves. It seems that if you meet yourself in the later competition, one of these heroes will be counted as one, and most of them will choose to take the initiative to give up the battle and admit defeat.

Xiao Sheng shook his head slightly, secretly disappointed. But just as he was about to leave the ring and go back to rest under the greenhouse, suddenly, a fierce sword aura surged from the side, and the sharp point made his eyebrows faintly tingling.

Stunned, Xiao Sheng looked back. I saw that in the crowd not far away, there was a young man with purple eyebrows and purple hair. He had a grim expression and a tall figure. The whole person is sharp, like a peerless sword. Moreover, in the sword bag behind him, there was also a fierce sword aura. display

And it is easy to see that this young man is also a swordsman. The weapon he carried with him was even more of a divine weapon. The sharpness of the edge is only slightly inferior to Xiao Sheng's own Hunan Divine Sword. Judging from the standards of the Dahao world, this sword is definitely a magical magic weapon that is spiritually self-generated and can be in harmony with the sword master's body and mind. Being able to control such a divine weapon, this swordsman's sword cultivation seems to be even better than Long Xiaotian.

said that it was too late and that was fast, and the eyes of each other made contact, which suddenly inspired a series of invisible sparks. The young swordsman was not afraid at all in the face of Xiao Sheng's forced gaze. His lips squirmed slightly, and Xiao Sheng's ears immediately sounded with a cold tone.

"Sima Jianjun, the king of the sword? Hey, I am practicing Xiaohan under the Xia, and I am known as the Sword Demon. The ancestor of the family is a legend in the sword that shook the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, Zidian Zhenren. In this conference, I believe that there will be a time to meet Your Excellency in the ring. When the time comes, please give me your advice. ”