Ten Directions glanced around him.

Heaven and earth, in all directions, are opponents, all swordsmen and swordsmen, and they all have good skills.

There are several young people who can already be seen at a young age who are beginning to emerge, there are the once famous green-shirted guests in Xunyang City, there are down-and-out men who have met a few times occasionally and have a little sympathy with themselves, and Xie Lingfu, the proud of Wuzhoushan.

Not far from him, a man stood on a tall building, holding a sword in both hands and pointing it at him.

That sword, how many years has the first-generation sword list been evaluated in Zhongzhou, it has occupied the top position for many years, because it is such a sword, all famous swords in the world have spirits, it is the most majestic, gentle, and powerful sword spirit. Xuanyuan Sword, from ancient times to the present, every generation of emperors and emperors want to return it to the treasury, he is a symbol of national strength, but also the most powerful deterrent force, and its existence also means that a dynasty has control over the rivers and lakes.

Chivalry is not allowed to violate the ban with force!

The Xuanyuan Sword has such a deterrent power, any martial artist below the third rank can sweep hundreds of martial artists in the same realm with the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand! This is the famous sword that is the number one on the sword list, Xuanyuan, with unparalleled killing power.

The three-rank swordsman is holding Xuanyuan and can fight thirty masters of the same realm alone.

A second-grade swordsman with a sword can kill ten people who are high in the Holy Word.

And there are also rumors in the rivers and lakes that any swordsman in the Celestial Realm holding Xuanyuan can fight to the death and become a peerless martial artist in the realm of immortality. It's a rumor, and no one has been able to verify its authenticity for so many years, but there are still far more people who believe it than those who are skeptical.

Shifang Jucheng looked at Xuanyuan, who had a simple style and no qi leakage, and his mind moved slightly, and in an instant, he had a strange idea to verify this absurd rumor.

Then he slowly turned his head to look at the white-clothed man standing in the air like him, this person was like an immortal, and his bearing was directly chasing the poetry and sword immortal who was drunk and lying on Qinglian and driving cranes to travel the world in the Dapeng Dynasty.

He broke through the sky, with the bright moon behind him, as if stepping on the moon, the sword "Ming Yue", and waving his hand is a piece of moonlight.

This was the only one of all the people present who made a little uneasy in his heart. It's uneasy, it's an emotion that hasn't arisen in a long time. Since being named a sword immortal without authorization, when was the last time this kind of emotion appeared in this river and lake?

Shifang Jucheng shook his head and pressed down many thoughts that couldn't help but rise in his heart.

Many years ago, when Jucheng was just beginning to make a name for himself, he faced a very dangerous assassination. At that time, the Ten Directions Jucheng, who had just become a member of the Holy Word, faced twelve high-ranking martial artists, five masters who also belonged to the Holy Word and two seniors who had set foot in the heavenly phenomena for many years, it was an extremely dangerous siege, and it was the two sects that joined forces to strangle the Ten Directions Jucheng who had already had signs of invincibility, and they did not want to see a junior who had a great dislike with them, and began to have a reputation as a sword immortal in the rivers and lakes.

And in that siege, only one person survived, and it was naturally Shifang Jucheng who was later independent in the first thirty years of swordsmanship. And in this battle, the ten parties have a reputation that can be regarded as a murderous name:

Invincible in all directions!

I have always regarded myself as a swordsman, and I have never called myself a sword immortal. But since everyone in the rivers and lakes has to put this sword immortal title on my head, I also pick it up with a clear conscience.

Why?

Shifang Jucheng pulled out the sheathed short sword in his arms, holding a sword in one hand, one short and one long.

He didn't look at the crowd, just stared at the two swords in his hands, and then swung them silently.

The short sword in the left hand is dexterous like a snake, the shape of the sword is uncertain, and the long sword in the right hand is wide open and closed, and the sword shape is ancient, like a dragon breathing. Ten directions are sincere, with two hands and two swords, and ten moves are swung in the blink of an eye.

The first sword, inside the killing tool.

The second sword, scorching like a flame.

The third sword is as cold as ice mist.

The fourth sword, thunder.

The fifth sword, the dragon snake rolls.

The sixth sword, killing all eyes.

The seventh sword is like the sun shining all day long through the ages.

The eighth sword, there is no one at the end of the world.

The ninth sword is as heroic as the ancient battlefield of all nations.

The last sword, the tenth sword, is as lonely as green smoke, and it is the sigh of the ten directions.

The ten sword lights were integrated, and they were separated, rushing in all directions, attacking everyone present. But this shot from all directions seems to be different from the previous ones. It seems that everyone who receives the sword has only received one sword, and it is as if everyone has received a complete ten swords.

Invincible in all directions, what the world doesn't know is that when was Jucheng in all directions afraid of killing more with less, he could wield a sword formation alone?

The magnolia building, which had long been destroyed, was once again devastated, and after this blow, it was already a ruin, and it was bombarded with smoke and dust by the ten swords of the ten directions.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the people on the earth were all over.

Song Shiqing held the Shansheng long sword tightly, as if he had fainted.

Ye Changlou had already fallen to the ground, full of sword holes, Xie Lingfu was slightly better, compared to Ye Changlou's embarrassed appearance, he was sitting on the ground with the green calf sword, his whole body was stained red with blood.

The scale armor of Zhao Longcheng's whole body was peeled off by the sword qi, and he was also covered in blood, but he did not fall, holding the long knife and gasping in pain violently.

Zhao Longcheng stared at the sky, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and popped out of his mouth word by word: "Ten directions are sincere, you can't kill me!" ”

Su Tiantian and Sikong Yulong were also covered with sword holes, and their blood was pouring out, and they were all the same as Zhao Longcheng, and they did not fall. The two of them held each other up, their eyes fixed on the man who had driven them all into such a situation.

Shifang Jucheng was a little surprised, he glanced at Song Shiqing, and then at the three stubborn teenagers.

Even the green-shirted guests who were higher than them fell, and these three young people obviously had no strength for a long time, but they still looked like they were fighting to the death and unyielding?

Shifang Jucheng has some emotion in his heart, every time a hero comes out in troubled times, he is worthy of being a teenager who deserves to be seen more by himself. Those who are like me live, those who are like me die, but don't die on the way to the top.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the two men on either side.

Sure enough, only these two people can make this battle a little more interesting.

Everyone present, those who have the heart to attack themselves, except for the two of them, are no longer able to fight.

The smoke cleared, and there were still people safe and sound!

The people at the wine table were unscathed, in the battlefield of Yulan Tower, which had been fighting fiercely for so long, even they felt a little incredible, Shifang Jucheng had not targeted the city lord Su Mantang before, and now there was no sword qi attacking them. Also unscathed was Su Tianxue, I don't know if it was intentional by the ten parties, or if Su Tiantian and Sikong Yulong's protection was too comprehensive.

Su Tianxue, who was dressed in a blood-colored robe, looked at the sincerity of the ten directions, which was almost heaven and man, and clenched her fists, Su Tiantian and Sikong Yulong were in front of him, covered in blood, Su Tianxue bit her lip tightly, and a touch of red flowed out.

"Xiaoxue, come over here!"

Beyond the ruins, a mellow voice came.

"A few of you come here, this battlefield is not for you people who have no force to stay, don't make trouble here."

The person who spoke was Su Mantang, and his slightly chubby body was already covered with heavy armor. Around him, there were groups of black martial heavy armor.

The surroundings of this ruin have been covered by troops, this is an army hidden in the shadows by Su Mantang, and even the nearby Northern Desert has not seen its martial power.

Maybe the army is really not suitable for such a battlefield, and in the face of a character like Shifang Jucheng, it can't be killed or encircled. But Su Mantang still exposed them to the moonlight tonight.

Since Shifang Jucheng surprisingly did not target these unrelated people, then he had to seize this opportunity to protect the safety of this cadre and his daughter.

Not far from the original Magnolia Tower, which has now become a ruin, Xie Shengwan and the people of the Stork Pavilion finally saw the person who answered the boat.

That boy is really thoughtful, and I guess there are people in many places who are ready to respond to various situations.

Xie Shengwan thought in his heart.

After handing over this person Gu Nanfeng's token, he knew from him the ins and outs of what happened in this restaurant tonight.

"Got it."

Xie Shengwan nodded to the people on the side of the ship, then tightened his grip on the reins, and slowly led the war horse to face the ruins.

Behind him, dozens of war horses rotated with him, like a huge long knife slowly raised.

Xie Shengwan put on the black masked scarf again, and at the same time, everyone in the Stork Pavilion also covered their faces like him.

"The next thing we face is Shifang Jucheng, who ranks third on the martial arts list, and we have all heard his story, like a character living in a legend, and now it is in front of our eyes. Scared? ”

No one spoke, and everyone unconsciously tightened the reins of their horses.

Xie Shengwan smiled.

"It's me who thinks about it, where is the legendary character, didn't we see his fighting method with Dugu Jialuo in the mountain hall not long ago? In the final analysis, Shifang Jucheng is just a person, and it will bleed. Let's open our eyes and take a good look today, what is the difference between the blood of this sword immortal and ours? ”

Someone in the crowd finally couldn't help but interject, "Too much to say, old man. ”

Xie Shengwan scolded in a low voice: "Stinky boy." ”

Dozens of war horses rushed out at the same time, and when they were halfway through, everyone on horseback disappeared.

Shifang Jucheng looked at the two people in front of him, ignoring Su Mantang's rescue of those innocent people below, nor paying attention to the ghostly aura that seemed to be dozens of killers flickering not far away.

He looked at the two of them with interest, the man in black used the Xuanyuan Sword to flick away all the sword qi of the ten swords, and Sikong Yue's methods were even more clever.

I saw that the white-clothed general raised a hand, and the Ming Yue Sword revolved around him, and he even waved a sword formation.

Under the mutual consumption of each other's strengths, the ten swords of the ten directions and this sword array poured into each other and disappeared.

Sikong Yue slowly lowered his arm, and there were patches of moonlight on his cuffs.

Hanging down and stealing clouds for a month, driving two or two winds in the world.