As soon as the word "return salute" fell, I saw that the original slightly bowed figure of the knife suddenly bounced up, flipped back, and instantly melted into the boundless darkness and disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already holding a rough steel sword in his hand.

Looking at the few vague finger prints on the body of his sword, it can be seen that the sword in his hand may have just been "polished" not long ago, and the person who "polished" does not need to guess, it must be the knife himself.

"Do you want to beat this 'brilliance' in Bengong's hand when you mention a broken sword pinched out with your fingers? It's ridiculous!" The long sword in Jian Xianggong's hand slammed hard, and the already half-kneeling figure immediately stood up, and the true qi of the whole body was violently raised, and the gray-white ponytail rose to the sky, swaying wantonly in the dark void, like an enraged old lion.

"Beijiang's proud work is naturally extraordinary, but the victory and defeat between the warriors are not limited to weapons, if so, what do everyone have to practice for?!" said the heel of the weapon in the hand of the old lion opposite, the knife looked like no one else, and the long sword that was lifted upside down was gently pulled, but the tip of the sword was pointed straight at Jian Xianggong.

However, when Jian Xianggong heard this, his heart was suddenly shocked, as if he had been easily stripped naked and exposed to the sun, without any secrets, he almost lost his mind again, and the cold light in his eyes had already been destined to die endlessly, and he didn't talk nonsense, the long sword in his hand suddenly stood up, his feet snapped together, and the innate true qi that had already been transported to the extreme instantly rose to the sky, turning into a white-gold long sword that was enough to easily cut through the sky, 'Millions of heroes cross the river. The move came out impressively, and it slashed towards the knife from afar.

Seeing that the opponent's legendary move was about to come out, the pace of the knife took three steps back slightly, and the right foot drew a circle and suddenly fell back, and the rough steel sword in his hand was retracted, and then stabbed out with a sword along the retracted trajectory again, this sword was indescribably chic and casual, like a person who was reading a book dancing comfortably.

A lion's roar, the wind and clouds changed, countless white-gold edges, turned into an angry lion of the king, entrenched in the dark night sky, the white moon beside him also lost its color at this time, reduced to the embellishment under its claws, became a hydrangea to play with, compared with it, the sword of the knife seems ordinary, like a helpless reader, stabbed out a weak sword.

"Zheng!"

With the sound of a sword roaring, the legendary sword finally showed its might, and the king lion entrenched above the bright moon shook its head and roared, and suddenly pounced, and millions of white-gold sharp swords shot fiercely towards the knife.

The sword of the knife was still unhurried, slowly facing the monstrous majesty that descended from the sky.

At this moment, an incredible landscape suddenly appeared, as soon as the monstrous sword that Jian Xianggong swung met the rough steel sword of the knife, it was like ice and snow meeting a charcoal furnace, it melted away in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, and the sword of the knife was still unhurried, slowly stabbing towards Jian Xianggong, and even his every step forward was so regular, no more, no less, no less inch.

After a few breaths, the knife's right foot has already stepped into the sword Xianggong, if nothing else, after a while, life and death will be seen.

However, just like the weakness of the legendary sword of Jian Xianggong, the sword of the small knife also lost its successor, and the foot steps stopped a zhang away, and the rough steel sword in his hand slowly paused in front of Jian Xianggong, and he could no longer advance for half a minute, and it seemed to be evenly divided. However, at this time, Jian Xianggong's face did not show any joy, but became a little more solemn, because he knew that if he expected it was not bad, the sword of the small knife was only the first half of the sword, and the second half of the sword that he had not yet stabbed was the key to determining the victory.

Sure enough, as he expected, the next second when the rough steel sword suddenly stopped, he saw that the right hand of the knife was loosened, and the moment the tip of the sword fell to the ground, his figure suddenly leaned forward, and his right palm backhand grasped the hilt of the sword, and advanced with the sword.

"I was alone and wept, because I didn't see anyone who came later!"

There is no ancient, no one has come after, this sword is two swords and one sword, Xiaodao only knows that he has an indescribable sense of intimacy with martial arts from the depths of his soul, as if he is his own child, but since he saw others make swords, he found that compared to martial arts, he has a deeper understanding of the sword, that is an innate sense of sword, the sword in his hand, is an indescribable sense of victory, but also high and noble.

There are no ancients, there is no one after this move, that is, two swords are also a sword, the first half of this sword is ordinary, it seems to be weak and powerless, but in fact it is back to basics, the second half of the move is wonderful, dizzy, like a spring and autumn dream, and then wake up, it is a sword fast, sword illusion, but also a sword absolute, only to see a gorgeous light curtain suddenly burst between heaven and earth, and then the sword of the knife, stopped behind Jian Xianggong.

Xu is this sword is too beautiful, Jian Xianggong's eyes actually slowly shed two lines of tears, accompanied by a hot blood shot out of his chest, his right hand holding the sword finally slowly drooped, the expression on his face was nameless loneliness, but also indescribable sadness.

This defeat is a complete defeat, a defeat by the sword, and a death by the sword. Even if the heart of the sword has been broken and is long gone, but for the sword, he still has an inexplicable self-confidence, this self-confidence comes from the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand in a hundred years of rivers and lakes, but today, he is defeated, completely defeated, defeated under a young sword, which is not only a boundless loneliness, but also the sorrow of a swordsman.

With the sound of a long sword falling to the ground, the old lion finally fell to the ground, and his life and death were unknown!

Looking at Jian Xianggong who fell to the ground, the corners of the knife's mouth pulled an inexplicable smile, and then he saw that he then threw the rough steel sword in his hand to the ground, and the half-handled sword body was just inserted next to Jian Xianggong, and then he tidied up his body at will, his eyes swept intently, and he stepped steadily in the direction where Wen Renmo and the others were hiding, and when he passed by Jian Xianggong's side, he casually picked up his trophies - the legendary sword 'Brilliant'!

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I have compassion!"

"I'm sorry, sister, I don't believe in Buddhism!"

"But the Buddha is destined to be a person!"

"What's the fate?"

"You and I meet today is fate!"

"Cut, stinky monk, sister, I don't believe this!"

"But I believe in your brother!"

"Hmph!

As one of the eight supernatural powers, Yang Mi has her own pride, but today she was saved by a so-called enemy, she felt uncomfortable, yes, she was uncomfortable, even if she had never met it, she was ashamed, and the so-called reason of the person who saved her made her feel incredible, just fate, or?

Xiaodao doesn't care what Yang Mi thinks in his heart at this time, the reason why he saves people is actually that he knows that the snowbird next to him is not a heinous villain, and this conflict with himself is just to complete her own task, there is no grudge at all, and he doesn't have to see life and death.

Seeing that Yang Mi's face was pale at this time, obviously due to excessive blood loss, the corner of the knife's mouth was lightly hummed, and the palm of his right hand was slightly lucky, and he pressed it on her injured left shoulder, and in an instant, countless white qi rushed from her wound, and in just a few breaths, the bleeding wound had healed.

"Your injuries are no longer serious, I hope we will not be enemies in the future!" After Yun Gong put his palm away, the knife whispered to Yang Mi.

"Whew~" Gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, Yang Mi, a snow-dumping bird, slightly arched his hand at the knife and said: "Absolutely not, because it will only be friends, and there will be a period later!"

As soon as the voice fell, her figure rose behind her and instantly turned into a gust of snow and disappeared, and in the sky where she disappeared, there was a burst of goodbye at this time: "If you have something to ask my sister for help, come to the 'Hunter's Mansion' to find me, cluck, cluck!"

As a witness who turned enemies into friends, Wen Renmo was very depressed at this time, and gently put down Miss Li Ruoxin, who was lying unconscious on his back at this time, looked at the knife with a strange expression, and then said: "You are really good, you have done an old-timer, and you have recognized a sister!"

Hearing someone compliment, Xiao Dao immediately put his hands on his back, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, moistened his throat and said: "General, Lao Tzu is third!"