The master in the story always seems to have to say a few words before making a move, and some people are very disdainful, thinking that it is lip service and pretense. Some people are very concerned and think that the psychological game has begun from the moment they speak. But in general, it's cliché.

There are stories going on all the time, and few stories are unconventional.

Xiao Yu and the fourth sword slave asked and answered.

"You are now a prince, why do you want to take risks yourself, if you die under my sword, wouldn't it give Xu Lin a great river and mountain?"

"Two reasons, first, it is always a hidden danger for you and Wang Dongle to stay, and I almost fell short last time in Xiliangzhou, so before the war, in order not to make mistakes, it is better to get rid of you first. As for the second, I don't think you can kill me. ”

The black-clothed swordsman laughed: "It is said that people are dying and their words are good, but you still speak wildly, but you really don't cry when you don't see the coffin." ”

Xiao Yu's expression was calm, originally he was just holding it weakly, as if he wanted to grab Shuo Feng's left hand and clenched it suddenly.

The wind was bitter, and the hazy sky began to fall with snowflakes.

The smile on the black-clothed swordsman's face gradually subsided, and gradually became solemn.

If there is a heavy snow out of thin air, it is something that can only be done by a free immortal, maybe Xiao Lie can do it, but Xiao Yu will never be able to do it. But if it was just to let a heavy snow fall an hour earlier, Xiao Yu could still do his best.

This is already the means of the master of heaven and man.

Of course, Xiao Yu has not entered the realm of heaven and man, but he will have a lot of means that only heaven and man masters can do.

The face of the fourth sword slave became more and more solemn, and the invisible sword aura around his body was full of vigor.

Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the already frozen Duolun River beneath his feet.

The next moment, the black-clothed swordsman stepped heavily on the frozen river, and the whole person jumped high.

In an instant, the entire glacier shattered.

The wind and snow are sudden and the snow is falling.

Flying snow can also charm the eyes.

A sword light broke through the wind and snow for nearly a hundred zhang, condensed but not dispersed, and the mighty sword qi fell to the ground like a waterfall, falling straight in front of Xiao Yu.

The black-robed Xiao Yu was particularly dazzling in the snow, and he also handed out a sword in his hand.

A sword rolls up a thousand layers of snow.

It seems that the snow is all over the sky and follows Xiao Yu's sword like a shadow.

The majestic sword qi is as magnificent as the waves crashing on the shore, the terrifying waves are monstrous, and the ground under the feet is as cold as iron splitting out more than a hundred shocking deep ravines.

Tens of millions of flying snow can't suppress the two sky-high sword qi.

The snow is even more chaotic. Two sword qi criss-crossed.

The sword qi split a scene of heavy snow into countless fragments, and the snowflakes were chopped into snow particles and fell in a row.

The black-clothed swordsman who jumped into the sky didn't stay in the sky for long, and with the falling snowflakes and snow particles, a sword seemed to be a galaxy, falling from the nine heavens.

Xiao Yu was expressionless, and walked forward with the snow on his own, as if he wanted to ignore this amazing sword that fell from the sky.

The black-clothed swordsman looked indifferent, since he dared to underestimate the sword in his hand, he couldn't complain about others if he lost his life.

Just before the black-clothed swordsman's long sword approached, Xiao Yu stopped suddenly, and whirled around in place, the corners of his robe flying, rolling up layers of snow, and smashing a sword into the air like splashing water.

It's just that Xiao Yu underestimated the majestic sword qi contained in this sword, the snowflakes exploded countless times, and the long sword still fell straight for nine days.

The black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, "Die!"

At the last moment, Xiao Yu changed the Dharma seals in his hands one after another, and the six Dharma statues behind him rose according to this, Buddha, Vajra, Bodhisattva, Heavenly King, Arhat, and Ming King.

One sword destroys six phases.

After breaking the six Dharma Ministers, the castration did not decrease, and he still went straight to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu used his qi sword to fly into the mud on the side for a while, and then he sealed with both hands, and did not move the root seal of King Ming.

Xiao Yu, who was holding the seal of the immovable Ming King, did not dodge or dodge, and let this sword stab in his chest.

The next moment, from Xiao Yu's feet to the bank of the Duolun River, countless ravines first appeared, and then all of them collapsed, and huge waves were set off in the Duolun River and surged onto the riverbank.

The black-clothed swordsman slowly fell to the ground, and the sword did not stab Xiao Yu's chest at all, but on the immovable Ming King seal that Xiao Yu knotted on his chest, and the majesty of the vitality contained in Xiao Yu's handprint was unexpected.

The ground under Xiao Yu's feet was shattered, he stepped on the surface of the Duolun River, took a shot with his virtual hand, and flew into his hand again after a while.

Xiao Yu, who was holding a broken array in his hand, was covered in black and red, and the original scattered and condensed vitality actually had the meaning of condensation and forming.

Like a black and red python.

With a sword, blood splattered five steps.

What about the princes' swords?

A sword should sweep away the world.

I saw Xiao Yu closing his eyes and holding a sword in both hands, as if swinging a sword.

The overlord of the liehou swung out with a sword, and the rolling iron horse behind him swept the world.

The real princes can kill the free immortals like Xiao Lie!

Although it is a half-sword, it is enough to sweep away a heavenly realm that has not yet survived the catastrophe.

Suddenly, the snow stopped.

The Duolun River was cut off by a sword, and those who went did not stay, still roaring and running downstream, and those who came stopped, and the river water that came down was blocked by the majestic sword qi, and a wall of water was piled up, revealing the dry riverbed, which was enough for three breaths.

The momentum is so majestic that it can already be regarded as a sword of heaven and man.

The black-clothed swordsman retreated violently, and the long sword in his hand was cut off by Xiao Yu's sword.

The realm of having no sword in your hand is better than having a sword, which is very mysterious, but few people can do it.

Maybe that famous Great Sword Immortal Shangguan Xianchen could do it, but the black-clothed swordsman in front of Xiao Yu definitely couldn't do it.

The heavy snow fell again, perhaps because it was blocked for a while, and it fell more densely and urgently.

In the falling snow, Xiao Yu walked forward with a sword.

A trace of scarlet blood flashed on the face of the Heavenly Man Sword Cultivator, and he said angrily: "You really want to kill the Heavenly Man by frost?!"

The voice was as cold as a sword, stirring in the snow.

There seemed to be an invisible force field around this fourth sword slave, and the falling snowflakes couldn't get close to him.

And on the top of his head, there was not half a snowflake, as if there was an invisible long sword above his head.

Xiao Yu said calmly: "Why not?"

The black-clothed swordsman was furious, and a tornado rose around him, and countless sword qi surrounded him, soaring straight into the sky.

Forty-nine platinum sword qi.

Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and he laughed and said, "Sword Sect Thirty-Six, the sword is not the same. There are thirty-six swords in the air, and there is no forty-nine platinum sword qi, and the thirty-six swords are just in vain. ”

As he spoke, the whites of Xiao Yu's eyes gradually receded, slowly turning into pitch black.

I have a sleeve that can fit the world. I have a palm that can support heaven and earth. I have a look, but Nahon is desolate.

Xiao Yu waved his sleeves and swept through the snow.

The forty-nine platinum sword qi mixed in the wind and snow was swept into Xiao Yu's sleeve together.

Xiao Yu shook out a wisp of sword qi from his sleeve, stretched out two fingers and twisted them in his hand, the sword qi swam around, and a thin red mark appeared on Xiao Yu's palm, followed by blood flowing out.

Xiao Yu snorted lightly in a little surprise, opened his mouth and inhaled, and the black glow in his eyes was sheng.

This sword qi was inhaled into Xiao Yu's body.

No matter what the appearance is, but the internal organs are the most vulnerable place in the human body after all, and Xiao Yu has no one in his eyes to such an extent.

The black-clothed swordsman was even more angry, "Forty-nine to one!"

The forty-nine platinum sword qi around him all merged into one, condensing into a qi sword.

Xiao Yu shook his sleeves, "The sword rises." ”

The snow falls like a curtain, and this curtain seems to have been thrown off its sleeves, swaying and swaying after drumming.

Boundless snow is falling.

Falling snow is like falling swords.