Looking at the old man who was in that trance, the master of the Jing Altar, who was ten meters away, planned to draw his sword and attack again, but in the end he held back. He suffered a secret loss just now, and God knows if this is another trap, so he endured it.

Gaining the sword and forgetting the sword, the transformation and sublimation of the realm, he scoffed at it in the past, but what he saw with his own eyes at the moment made him feel very bitter.

The old man suddenly looked at the group of enemies ten meters away, and without the slightest word, he had a sword in his hand.

Without the change of color and earth-shattering wind just now, the old man's sword was so light and bland, and even the bursting sword qi was restrained.

However, in the face of such an understatement of the sword, the Lord of the Jing Altar had a solemn face, as if he was facing a great enemy. The old man was different from the sword masters he had encountered before, and his previous opponents were either violent in swordsmanship, or lightning fast, or incessant in storms, or domineering, but all traces could be found.

And the old man's sword is only so thick that it can't be dissolved with loneliness and loneliness.

The cyan sword qi, brilliant and dazzling, appeared in front of the Jing Altar Lord in the blink of an eye.

A simple sword, when he just wanted to fight back with a sword, he suddenly found that a seemingly simple sword was hiding countless changes, as long as he moved, this sword would follow, making him uncomfortable, unable to do it, and thousands of changes could not be made. The blood sword in his hand is uncertain, no longer choosing people to devour, dazed, the sense of emptiness in his heart is born slowly, he is facing as if it is not a sword qi that takes people's lives, but the loneliness and loneliness that eats people's bone marrow,

The old man's sword is the sword of loneliness and loneliness.

The sword qi is close to the body, but the killing machine is hidden but not leaked, the main face of the Jing altar sinks like water, the blood sword in his hand soars, and Huo Ran slashes towards the cyan sword light.

"Boom!" In an instant, the blue and red sword qi collided, and the Jing Altar Lord was directly blasted away.

The cyan sword qi suddenly burst and burst out in all directions.

"Ahh

Screams rang out one after another, and one by one the masked people were pierced, torn, and even shattered by the tyrannical sword qi.

When the amount of power reaches a certain level, all moves are empty, and the powerful force crushes everything.

The master of the Jing altar was blasted out hundreds of meters away by a sword, and as soon as he landed, he saw that his subordinates were almost killed and injured, and his face was suddenly gloomy and terrifying. The old man's sword just now had the same effect as his first sword, as long as he dared to take it hard, the consequences would be the same as what he saw. Before he could stand firm, the old man appeared in front of him with a terrifying momentum, and he was slashed down with a sword.

"Ding, ding, ding!" The sound sounded sharply, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the spirit danced violently, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them flickered and moved in the sky and on the ground, attacking and defending hundreds of swords.

The old man's sword was ethereal and lonely, and thousands of changes melted into one sword.

The moves are fatal, and the swords and swords are free, making it difficult to find traces. The offensive was like a storm, continuous, and like a soft wind and drizzle, quietly, firmly suppressing the arrogance of the master of the Jing Altar, so that he could only defend passively, and was split back again and again.

In the blink of an eye, the two rushed into the dense mountain forest, and for a while, the sounds of "bang", "boom", and "poof" exploded. The sword qi danced angrily, the mountains and rocks cracked, and the trees were shattered, leaving sword marks as long as 100 meters everywhere.

The old man's swordsmanship has exceeded the limits of his moves, and each sword seems to be at his fingertips, and he can do whatever he wants. This kind of realm is the realm of no tricks to win and no tricks, and all changes are made by the heart.

Under the old man's sword, the master of the Jing altar was not embarrassed, and under the retreat, his sword had already given up the original madness and violence, and even the murderous spirit had been exhausted, and the moves had become exquisite, and the sword was tightly guarded. Although the old man's sword was pervasive and invisible, it was not easy to defeat him.

Seeing that the stalemate had been achieved, the old man's sword momentum suddenly changed, and the sword qi that was originally contained but not leaked became tyrannical, and there was an aura of arrogance in the continuous sword momentum. In the blink of an eye, the Lord of the Jing Altar was killed again, and he circled and flew in the air like a bird, desperately trying to get rid of the old man's sword.

The Lord of Jing Tan was in a hurry, their fighting momentum was amazing, and sooner or later Zhuo Buqun would be attracted to him, and then he would be unable to fly. The man surnamed Wu is too procrastinating, and he has to fail if he continues to work like this. His sword was made for killing, and his moves were deadly, and defense like this was not his forte. What he likes is to cut down a piece of the sword, although the swordsmanship is exquisite, but when he encounters the pure skills of the old man, he is purely using his own shortcomings to touch people's parents, and he is naturally pressed and beaten.

On the ground, the master of the Jing altar roared angrily, and the sword momentum rose suddenly, mixed with bloody murderous aura, and the trick suddenly came out, and the old man came to a hard fight, "Touch!" An explosion sounded, and the two of them were bounced thousands of meters by the tyrannical air waves.

The old man's eyes were full of loneliness, and he stood proudly in the air with a sword in one hand.

Compared with the old man's chic, the master of the Jing altar was more embarrassed, looking at the old man outside the white rice, his face was gloomy and terrifying. In the battle just now, the old man had the upper hand and killed him in an embarrassed manner. Completely down, such a situation has never happened, even if he has encountered someone stronger than him before, he has not been so embarrassed. The anger in his heart burned wildly, his eyes were even more fierce, and the murderous aura was released without any scruples.

His eyes flashed with blood, and the master of Jing Tan stared at the old man and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the dignified lone sword Liu Qing actually acted as a dog slave, and I am afraid that it will damage your prestige." ”

Yang Qing snorted coldly and said: "Your Excellency should be the Blood Sword Jing Jiu, but I didn't expect to become a bandit and do the business of robbing homes and houses, which is really prestigious." ”

The Lord of the Jing Altar just wanted to sneer at him, but the breath of the Lord of the Wu Altar appeared outside the mountains and forests, which immediately made him ecstatic, and he couldn't help but laugh proudly.

Yang Qing's face changed drastically, and just as he wanted to turn around and fly away, the shadow of the master of Jingtan flickered, and it blocked his way.

"Brother Yang, why are you in such a hurry to leave, you were very majestic just now. ”

Yang Qing's face was anxious, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but say coldly: "The surname is Jing, our famous Sword Villa has no grievances with you, why bother to form this bond, otherwise the old man will chase you to the ends of the earth and swear to die." ”

"Hahaha! Brother Yang, you are old and confused, since I dare to show my true face today, I am not afraid of your famous sword villa's revenge. ”

Yang Qing suddenly turned on his full strength, his murderous aura skyrocketed, and he shouted coldly: "Since you are bound to block it, the old man has no choice but to kill you first." ”

After saying that, his whole person turned into an afterimage and attacked the Jing Altar Lord, and the latter also attacked with his sword without concessions. For a while, the blue light and blood light were staggered, and the sword qi exploded angrily.

......

As the fight between the old man and Jing Jiu became farther and farther away, staring at the few black-clothed robbers who were not far away, the tense nerves of the guards relaxed. Zhuo Yingxue got out of the carriage in the carriage, and after looking around, she said in surprise: "Where is Brother Yang?"

One of the guards hurriedly said, "Miss, my uncle has chased after the enemy." ”

"Ah, wouldn't that be dangerous?"

The guard smiled and said proudly: "Miss, don't worry, that person is not my uncle's opponent at all." ”

As soon as Zhuo Yingxue breathed a sigh of relief, she was startled when she saw her son Ye Li get out of the carriage without permission. Looking at Ye Li worriedly, Zhuo Yingxue hurriedly said: "Li'er, who let you come down, it's very dangerous outside, don't go back to the car quickly." ”

Ye Li stuck out his tongue, looked at Zhuo Yingxue with a smile, and said coquettishly: "Mother, the child is panicking inside, and he wants to come out to breathe." ”

"Hmph, don't make excuses, go back to the carriage immediately, or my mother will be angry." ”

Ye Li just wanted to speak, when a piercing laugh suddenly sounded.

"Haha! You two don't have to go anywhere, let's just tie your hands obediently, maybe the owner of this altar will take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade, and comfort the little lady for Ye Xiao's inhumane guy. Hahaha, little lady, rest assured, the master of this altar is definitely stronger than your husband. ”

Everyone was startled, and they all turned around to look, only to see a man in black walking towards them, his face towel shattered under Yang Qing's sword just now, revealing his evil face. This person is the Lord of Wu Tan.

The guard, who had just spoken to Zhuo Yingxue, stepped forward and shouted, "You alone dare to be rampant." ”

"Really?" Lord Wu Tan suddenly smiled coldly, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a black sword qi burst out, and the guards were slashed before they could react, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"Xianwu!" for a while, everyone changed color in unison.