Marshal Lei shook the ancient sword in his hand, his eyes were restrained, and there was a cold and dead silence in it.

The next moment, Marshal Lei's figure swept away, and the person walked with the sword, heading towards Zhang Yuelu.

Zhang Yuelu fluttered, the white cloud shoes trampled on the void, rippling layers of lotus-like ripples of qi, as if they were ripples on the water surface, and they were born lotus in one step.

After the two got close, they fought sword to sword.

In an instant, like a battlefield killing, countless metal sonorous sounds sounded continuously, and sword qi continued to escape and shoot.

I saw that every time the two of them took out their swords, they would leave a sword mark visible to the naked eye in the air, and from a distance, Zhang Yuelu's sword mark was white, and Marshal Lei's sword mark was purple. When the two of them fought for a short time, they had left many sword marks in the air, which were criss-crossed and distinctly colored, and they did not disperse for a long time, cutting the dark night into pieces.

Marshal Lei casually threw away the ancient sword in his hand, made it float in the air by itself, pinched the sword trick with one hand, waved his sleeve with the other, and turned the thunder and lightning on the sword into hundreds of swords.

Zhang Yuelu waved the paper sword in his hand, and the sword qi suddenly exploded, and the sword qi on the three-foot sword poured down like a long river, scattering those thunder swords that were far sharper than ordinary blades.

Marshal Lei's robe was windless, I don't know if it was caused by his own qi agitation, or if he was blown by Zhang Yuelu's majestic sword qi, his expression was calm, and the sword trick that he had already pinched pointed to the sky, and said calmly: "Get up." ”

The ancient sword that had been hanging by Marshal Lei's side was pulled by the qi machine, and after circling a full moon arc, the speed became faster and faster, and then turned into a white light, and finally it was completely fast enough to be invisible to the naked eye.

The "Imperial Sword Technique" of the Heavenly Qi Refiner is naturally not comparable to the innate person, and there is no need to even be demanding of the flying sword, even if it is a three-foot long sword, it can also be used as a flying sword like an arm.

Although Marshal Lei's sword has not yet reached the realm of the immortal's "Thousands of Miles Flying Sword and Cutting Human Heads", it is definitely not to be underestimated.

Thousands of miles away, the sword flew and destroyed the first peak in the south.

The speed was so fast that only a sword light was seen, followed by lightning marks.

In the face of this sword, Zhang Yuelu's heart was like stopping water, the long sword in his hand raised his front finger flat, and ran the "Cihang Pudu Sword Codex", and in an instant, the sword heart was clear, and the body of Zhou was kept impenetrable, no matter how fast the "swordsmanship" was, there was no chance to take advantage of it.

In an instant, Marshal Lei's ancient sword collided with Zhang Yuelu's sword qi no less than a hundred times, although the speed of the "Imperial Sword Technique" had exceeded the limit of holding the long sword, and it was extremely powerful, but Zhang Yuelu only needed to hold three feet in front of him, and he didn't have to hover around like a flying sword, so that this sword could not make a contribution after all.

Marshal Lei was not frightened, but the sword technique in his hand changed again.

Swordsmanship has become a king, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon.

True Qi was injected into the ancient sword, turning into rolling thunder and lightning, making it like a thunder dragon, and it went away in the air again.

At night, the wind and clouds change, and the rolling black clouds are like the water of a river in the tidal season, stirring endlessly.

Zhang Yuelu did not dodge or dodge, let go of the paper sword turned into "photoless paper" in his hand, so that it hung in the air by itself, and the colorful light appeared all over his body, and he saw that the paper sword turned into two, two into three, and three into infinity, and countless sword shadows unfolded behind her like a peacock opening the screen.

Behind Zhang Yuelu, a hundred-handed Guanyin with a height of more than three zhang appeared in the figure, unlike any Guanyin statue seen in the temple, this hundred-handed Guanyin has no net bottle, willow branches and other magic weapons in his hands, only holding a paper sword.

This is the "Hundred Swords Guanyin".

Compared with the other three sword techniques, the "Cihang Pudu Sword Codex" is a little less sharp and awe-inspiring, a little more compassionate, and more complete.

Zhang Yuelu waved lightly.

A hundred swords move together, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Above the night, countless sword qi crisscrossed the city.

As a last resort, Marshal Lei had to hold the long sword again, and the vast sea of qi of the heavenly people began to exert force, like the tide of the sea, to break the skill.

The sword curtain is long.

Marshal Lei held a long sword in his hand, and kept drawing circles, like an iron curtain, allowing the hundreds of swords that seemed to be real and illusory to swarm and shoot out layer by layer, hitting the sword curtain, and constantly annihilating and dissipating.

Sword qi and lightning intertwined, sizzling.

Qi Xuansu, who was watching the battle, thought that Zhang Yuelu was going to return in vain, but he never thought that after a hundred swords, a hundred swords would be one, turned into a sword, and defeated the sword curtain that was already the end of the strong crossbow, stabbed Marshal Lei's chest, and burst into a ball of blood.

Marshal Ray was furious, and regardless of his injuries, he unceremoniously returned the color.

The sword flashed away, and the snow-white law shattered, turning into a firefly in the sky, like fireflies flying, like a fluttering snow falling.

Zhang Yuelu appeared and retreated backwards for more than ten zhang before he stopped his body and relied on the streamers on his body to soar into the void. The "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body gave birth to layers of white clouds, and there were wisps of thunder and lightning on the clouds like small snakes winding away.

Zhang Yuelu shook the "Taiyi Yunyi" on his body, raised the paper sword in his hand again, and pointed at Marshal Lei standing opposite.

At this time, Marshal Lei was also uncomfortable, Zhang Yuelu's sword was not the handiwork of Cihang's lineage, but the use of the "Six Void Tribulations" of the magic power, took root, the power of the Six Tribulations spread from Marshal Lei's chest to the limbs and bones, Marshal Lei had to suppress it with all his might, fortunately, his realm was a step higher, and he could barely suppress it with one force, but he still paid a certain price, only to see a thin stream of blood slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, leaving a blood line on his face. He didn't wipe it, reached out again to hold his ancient sword, and said coldly: "It is worthy of being the little palm of Tiangang Hall, amazing, the old man admires it." ”

Zhang Yuelu didn't answer, but just waved the paper sword in his hand lightly, and slashed out a sword qi, forcing Marshal Lei to block with a horizontal sword, his whole body was shaken, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

Marshal Lei was subject to the "Six False Tribulations" and his cultivation was damaged, and the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand was much stronger than Marshal Lei's ancient sword, and the famous teacher pointed out, at this time, the two fought each other, and Marshal Lei inevitably fell into the disadvantage.

After taking a hard sword, Marshal Lei's tone no longer fought hard, and concentrated on resolving the "Six Void Tribulations" in his body.

Zhang Yuelu gently shook the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body, and shook off the crimson sword qi in the clouds around her body, only to see that her face was like a bright moon, her wrists were like jade, and the green silk was bound by a hosta, and her body was full of clouds in white clothes, her arms were surrounded by colorful streamers, and she was holding a paper sword.

Her face was as calm as water, and there was no joy or anger, and another sword flew by.

Marshal Lei's figure plummeted downward.

Zhang Yuelu's sword came again, and Marshal Lei had to fight back with his sword.

In an instant, the ancient sword and the paper sword in his hand struck each other more than ten times, as if more than ten explosions of thunder sounded, piercing people's eardrums.

If you defend it for a long time, you will lose, and it has only been more than ten swords in a row, and Marshal Lei has almost blocked them, but at the last moment, there is still a sword that cannot be blocked, and it falls on the chest, tearing out a long wound, and the blood mist is filled.

However, Marshal Lei also used this sword to suddenly speed up, and his body was like a meteor, falling towards the Zhenwu Lake below.

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