This place is very close to the cloud-turning car, and the hill next to it is only thirty zhang high. Xuanyuan Yiren made a vertical leap to the top of the hill, and then the situation below came into view.

Immediately, the pair of apricot eyes immediately shrank their pupils. Lost in a daze, he froze in place. I forgot for a while, how to react, at this moment into her field of vision, only in the distance in the air, the dazzling, amazing sword, the indifferent confidence, elegant as a fairy!

The sword shadow is only three feet, and the sword qi is only seven feet. But when a sword is cut down, it seems to fill the heavens and the earth. It is also ethereal and agile, and the trajectory is unpredictable.

Xuanyuan Yiren also subconsciously flashed a few words in his consciousness. At this moment, there are only these two words that can describe how she feels at the moment!

-- This sword is wonderful!

"How is this Zongshou? How is it possible, he is not a two-vein body, and he has no inner breath? How could he use this sword-"

This kind of swordsmanship, even in the Danquan Sect, those extremely talented senior brothers, she had never seen them use it!

Even the elders of the sect have never had such a spiritual surname!

was looking confused, not daring to mumble confidently, then Li Yunniang also followed closely and climbed on this small mountain bag. glanced down, and his complexion was unusually complicated.

"Miss, when the prince said that it was he who killed the treacherous sword Ren Qianchou, and there was 100,000 blood to kill Li Evil Spirit. This sentence is actually true. That Li Evil Spirit really died in his hands. The sword kills the treacherous sword, and it doesn't take three breaths-"

Xuanyuan's delicate body shook again, and for a while, his consciousness became more and more disordered, and he was blank. There was only a fragment of memory, which came out of the depths of my mind.

"-- My sect guards the heavens and the earth, why do you need a woman to protect you? Yesterday in the backyard, you should also have a sense. According to Miss Xuanyuan, how many martial arts sects are in this world who are my opponents?"

"Who else could it be? Who else could kill them but me—"

"Miss, if one day, you find out that the son of Zong Shou is not a waste person as the world thinks, but a young genius who is even stronger than the 100,000 blood killing Li Evil Spirit. Those who want to kill him, to him, are actually like ants and mustards, jumping off the beam, and they are not worth it. What will you do, Miss?"

A short word, constantly emerging. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help but tighten his teeth, biting his lower lip with his teeth.

Really, those words are true. The nails were digging into the flesh, and it hurt, and the lower lip was also aching, oozing blood. She's really in reality.

Li Xiling was really killed by him, and in front of her, the one who used this sword like a flying immortal outside the sky was really a sect guard.

The unreal trance immediately subsided. In my impression, the young man who could not practice but had a resolute surname, a kind heart and a little profligate, and a slightly lazy surname, in an instant, coincided with the figure in front of him that was enough to make all the proud sons of heaven ashamed, and there was no difference.

And Xuanyuan Yiren's chest immediately swelled up with a feeling of indistinguishable taste.

Is it joy, is it gratification, is it emotion, is it excitement, is it shame, is it ashamed?

Xuanyuan can't tell the difference, but he feels mixed feelings and mixed tastes.

Hu Qianqiu was also squinting and looking up at the sky. The gaze was also psychedelic, but it was fascinated by the sword shadow, full of surprise and appreciation. For the first time, there was a serious look in his eyes.

"What a good attacker, you should move above the Nine Heavens! This sword is truly untraceable! Wonderful-"

With his Xuanwu Sect realm, he didn't dare to directly attack his edge, and his body instantly retreated ten zhang, until the sword momentum of Zong Shou weakened slightly, and then he moved forward, swinging his sword and slashing again!

The swords were staggered, but they did not collide in one place, but they passed each other dangerously and dangerously.

And then dozens of blows in a row, one after another, staggered with danger. It's like a moonlit night, two people dancing with swords and swords, and they have nothing to do with each other. However, looking at the momentum of the sword, it is only a slight deviation, which is the first two stages of the body.

Zong Shou's eyes didn't even blink for a moment. Hu Qianqiu was even more excited, his face flushed, and he seemed to be enjoying it and enjoying it extremely much.

In the eyes of everyone around, it was a different feeling. Tiger Qianqiu's knife is of course wide open and closed, simple and neat, and extremely domineering. Zong Shou's sword seems to be more clever. The sword light is ethereal, and it is also stabbed from the most incredible angles, which is unpredictable. But there is no treacherous aura of the treacherous sword at all, and it is agile to the extreme, elegant and changing, and swaying freely.

It seems that every sword contains the truth of the sword, and the sword rhyme, sword momentum, and sword intent are all complete.

Just as he was looking at it, he suddenly felt that not far away, a somewhat similar 'momentum' suddenly burst forth. Everyone was surprised to see the first snow, looking at Zong Shou's sword, his eyebrows fluttering. The 'potential' on the body is also flickering, and it is also extremely agile and fluttering.

These people are also extremely smart people, and at this moment, they only need to think about it, and they know the meaning of Zong Shou Fangcai's words.

Those who are good at attacking should move above the nine heavens. The sword intent of Fang Cai's sword is only suitable for this girl, implying the meaning of pointing.

In Zong Yuan's heart, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Before she broke through the innate and could appreciate the 'potential' of martial arts, I don't know how far this girl's future would go? Anyway, she was stronger than him - he didn't dare to be distracted for too long, so he only muttered a sentence secretly, and then looked at the fierce fight again.

The wind was overflowing, the sword qi was everywhere, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the bonfire had already been extinguished cleanly.

But now the sky was getting brighter, and beams of sunlight shone through the clouds from the east, making the blade light more and more dazzling.

And just when the momentum of the sword had swelled and climbed to the extreme, becoming more and more exciting, Hu Qianqiu resumed a regretful sigh at this time.

"The son of the world is really in chaos, this way, how do we divide the winners and losers?"

"Good!"

Zong Shou's chest and abdomen were surging with qi and blood, and he couldn't speak, so he simply agreed. Then the sword light suddenly erupted, the thunder flashed, and the blade shadow was a thousand heavy, and it swept away. This time, it was another style, and he was not afraid of colliding with Hu Qianqiu's seven-foot tiger sword. All forces are concentrated and re-concentrated, and gathered and gathered. Then, when the swords clashed, it suddenly exploded.

When it came to the sword shadow and sword light, in an instant, it was several times faster. It's almost beyond the limits of anyone here, and it's hard to make out.

It's just that the sword of Zongshou is like an epiphany, and when it blooms to the most dazzling, it begins to fade again.

"Ding!"

With a deafening roar, Zong Shou's figure flew back upside down. The whole person seems to have lost all his strength and is unable to support it. Staggered, he could only use his sword to crutch the ground, so he didn't fall, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

It's just that the eyes, but there is no pain, but they are full of satisfaction after the battle.

And the tiger Qianqiu is a horizontal sword. The whole person seemed to be stunned, looking at the big sleeve of his right hand.

The crowd did not know what it meant, and they saw a piece of clothing slowly falling off and sliding to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence around the two cloud-turning cars. Everyone, at this moment, was silent, as if they had lost the power of words.

After dozens of breaths, the tiger Qianqiu suddenly laughed out loud again, extremely crazy, full of relief and excitement: "If you lose, you lose well! Today, this battle is really refreshing and hearty! It turns out that I still underestimate the son of the world." Ten years later, no, in just seven years, your sword will be invincible!"

Before the words fell, Hu Qianqiu swept out with a knife. This knife was abrupt to the extreme, and before everyone had time to blink, the hundred-zhang-long fierce sword qi had already reached the side of Zong Ling.

Almost rubbing Zong Ling's body, he swept behind him, and smashed Feng Xiao, who was quietly retreating, as well as those innate masters.

Flesh and blood were splattered, and countless blood spots splattered in all directions. Zong Ling's body suddenly became half of his body. All dyed red. The whole person was motionless, his eyes were completely out of focus, and Mu Mu looked into the distance, not daring to wipe it.

"It's just that in front of me, do you still want to escape? Let you be crazy with Lao Tzu, you have the ability, TMD will be crazy to show Lao Tzu?"

Hu Zhongyuan's eyelids moved, but he didn't say anything to dissuade him. Since three months ago, the old man of his family has been aggrieved for a long time, and he has endured countless times in Qiantian Mountain. At this time, I knew that I didn't need to endure it anymore, and it broke out all of a sudden, and it was naturally out of control, and any means could make it out.

Their Iron Tiger clan also needs to borrow the heads of these people to show their posture in front of the world.

If you want to complain, you can only complain about the bad luck of this spirit, at this time, Hu Qianqiu is like a humanoid typhoon, and even he doesn't dare to provoke it.

Having said that, this sect of the world is really hateful, and he has no real skills, what kind of big thing is it?

Like their sons, they are obviously superb in swordsmanship, and they are unique in the world, but they know the truth of being a low-key person. It's just that it's too low-key - just thinking about this, Hu Zhongyuan saw a gaze and glanced over coldly, it was Hu Qianqiu. I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, and my mood instantly sank to the bottom. He knows best his old father's methods, which are extremely violent, and he is afraid that he will inevitably be beaten later.

Zong Yuan was lying on the ground, and he also showed a bit of banter at this moment, he knew that the situation would be like this.

At this moment, most of the spirits were weeping and weeping in their hearts. Who among these people is a fool?

It's just that in his heart, he can't afford to have even the slightest hint of schadenfreude, and he has just realized some of the essentials of martial arts, and he has no intention of recalling them carefully at the moment.

When the sect guard is free, I'm afraid that I should die too, right?

Xuanyuan Yiren was standing on the top of the mountain, stunned, with a pair of jade hands clenched tightly.

- Victory, he can really beat Tiger Qianqiu's half-move. Even if the latter has restrained the vast majority of true power, and with the strength of the Martial Sect, he can't fight with the Sect Shou, but the martial arts attainments can't be faked-

(To be continued)