"Boom-"

Zhao Pu pressed down with a punch, and the White Tiger Giant Shadow roared.

The radius is three feet, and it is full of sharp sword light.

Although it is a fist style, it is a sword shadow!

The three figures on the opposite side scattered, scattering to meet the sword light from three directions.

Among the three, one was holding a short sword, one was holding a long sword, and one was holding a black iron fan, which emitted a ghostly light.

The three of them were close and one far away, cooperating with each other, and the sword light was swaying to dissolve Zhao Pu's fist style.

The cultivation of these three people has not reached the realm, but in the face of Zhao Pu, a strong man in the realm, not only is he not timid, but he is facing it head-on.

"Thorn-"

The young man holding the short sword moved and rushed in front of Zhao Pu, and the short sword was silent, stabbing out towards Zhao Pu's ribs.

The young man with the long sword also followed closely, and the sword light in his hand condensed a dazzling brilliance, intending to draw Zhao Pu's attention.

In the distance, the aura on the young man holding the iron fan turned into nothingness, and a long white arrow pointed at Zhao Pu's forehead.

In a moment's time, the defense turned into an attack, and the fighting consciousness of these three people was extremely strong.

Zhao Pu snorted coldly, the palm of the punch opened, and the white tiger fist before turned into a big sword and landed in his palm.

With the big sword in his hand, his momentum soared into the sky!

The old man of Xuanyang Wei, who was wearing a black robe, turned his head and frowned.

"Zhao Yijia, come back." The nun in the distance shouted.

Approaching Zhao Pu's side, the young man with the short sword in his hand stepped back without hesitation.

But the sword in Zhao Pu's hand had already been smashed.

This sword is silent to outsiders, as if it is an understatement.

In the perception of the young man named Zhao Yijia, it was like a sky collapse.

This sword smashed on his body, and his muscles and bones were going to turn into powder!

"Thorn-"

The sword light of the young man with the long sword was handed forward, blocking in front of Zhao Pu's big sword.

It's just that the sword has just come out, and his expression has changed greatly.

The big sword condensed by Zhao Pu Baihu smashed on the long sword, and the boundless force made the long sword fly out directly.

"Hum—"

The big sword smashed the flying long sword, rewinded, and smashed the magic long sword that had arrived in front of him, and then continued to smash it towards Zhao Yijia, who had just withdrawn from the outside of the zhang.

Zhao Yijia, who was holding a short sword, was pale, and he couldn't retreat if he wanted to.

The sword light in Zhao Pu's hand would definitely kill him before he could retreat.

"Drink—"

Zhao Yijia shouted, the phantom of the iron-armored bull appeared on his body, and the short sword in his hand condensed a green mang, facing Zhao Pu's big sword.

"Bang-"

Zhao Pu's big sword smashed on the Qingmang condensed by the short sword, shattering the Qingmang, and then hit the young man with the short sword, sliding on the ground and retreating three zhang away, hitting a stone pillar.

With one blow, three young powerhouses from Zhongzhou were defeated.

Among the people on the opposite side, except for the old man who led the team, his face remained unchanged, and the other eight people all looked solemn.

As the reserve selection elite of Xuanyang Wei, they know their level.

The three of them work together, and they can easily deal with it under the fivefold pulse of the terrain.

But the one in front of them today struck them back with a sword.

How powerful is this kind of combat power!

"This is the landscape."

"Underestimate your opponent, and you may have to pay with your life."

"If you don't know that this Daoist friend of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect keeps his hand, Zhao Yijia, you are already dead."

The old man who led the team on the opposite side turned his head to look at the three young people who made a move, and said lightly.

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Pu, and a smile appeared on his face: "The nine major factions in Western Xinjiang really have some heritage. ”

"With your ability, you are coming to my Zhongzhou, and you are considered to be at the upper middle level among your peers."

As the inspector of this mission, this old man obviously knew the various sects in Western Xinjiang extremely well.

With Zhao Pu's punch just now, he had already judged that Zhao Pu was from the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Zhao Pu raised his eyes to look at the old man who spoke, and said in a low voice: "Zhongzhou? ”

Heaven and earth are barrierd, and it is not easy for people from Zhongzhou to come to Western Xinjiang.

The person in front of him can bring the junior disciples here, and his own cultivation is at least a knot.

Zhao Pu has the confidence to fight beyond the ranks, but he is a strong man in Zhongzhou and a master of knotting, so he is not sure.

Seeing Zhao Pu's cautious expression, the old man opposite laughed, waved his hand and said, "The three of you have another chance to learn from this fellow Daoist." ”

"This fellow Daoist has only recently broken through the realm."

has just broken through the terrain, and it has such combat power!

Hearing his words, the three of them were even more shocked before that, looked at each other, and their bodies moved.

Zhao Pu's left hand behind his back shook it lightly and released it again.

Break through with all your might.

When the disciples of the Sword Sect are on a mission, they will have some gestures and marks that cooperate with each other.

Lin Shen took a step forward and turned his head to give Han Muye a look.

Han Muye shook his head.

Not to the point where you need to escape.

What's more, who really needs to escape, who is still there!

He looked at the other side and said lightly: "Sect Leader Lin, it's rare to meet a master in Zhongzhou, you should also move your muscles." ”

Move your muscles and bones.

Lin Shen's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, nodded, and then strode forward.

The three of them were in one place before, and it was obvious that Zhao Puxiu was the strongest, and Lin Shen was more like a guard.

As for Han Muye, he is basically a non-combatant who has been overlooked.

At this time, Lin Shen walked forward, and the aura that had been suppressed on his body slowly rose.

One step, from condensation to foundation.

Two steps, the breath rushed into the pinnacle of the foundation.

Zhao Pu, who raised the big sword in front of him, showed surprise in his eyes.

I knew that Lin Shen was a hidden cultivator, but I didn't expect that-

Just thinking of this, his eyes flashed brightly.

One step further, Lin Shen has already shown the atmosphere of the realm!

Landscape!

Lin Shen, who has been messing around with the outer gate and stumbling in the Sword Pavilion, how did he become a realm?

How is this possible!

Zhao Pu, who felt that he had broken through the realm, was the true elite of Sanshizhai, and his heart was shocked.

"Nine Xuan Sword Gate, Lin Shen."

Taking another step, the aura on Lin Shen's body rushed into the top of the five layers of the Tongmai, raised his hand and slowly pulled out the broken big sword behind his back, and spoke lightly.

Although the sword was broken, the moment the sword was drawn, even the old man who led the team on the opposite side squinted his eyes.

The momentum with which Lin Shen drew his sword was like a mountain!

"The five of you together, this fellow Daoist's swordsmanship is extraordinary, be careful." The black-robed old man spoke in a deep voice.

Five people together.

This is the importance of Lin Shen.

not only attaches importance to Lin Shen's cultivation, but also attaches importance to his swordsmanship.

The five young men over there glanced at each other, nodded, and flew towards Lin Shen.

Lin Shen held the big sword in his hand and slashed it with a sword.

The light shines through the cave chamber!

This sword light seems to be about to split the heaven and earth in front of you!

The five young men who flew towards hurriedly intertwined the aura and sword light on their bodies, led together, and collided with the big sword and sword shadow.

"Boom-"

Lin Shen took a step forward, and the big sword was raised again.

The five young men took a few steps back.

If it's not five people joining forces, they will definitely be seriously injured with this sword!

This sword-wielding man, who is not good-looking, is so much stronger than the realm master just now!

The five of them had solemn faces, and they were divided into several places, and cautiously rushed towards Lin Shen.

The sword light of the big sword in Lin Shen's hand reappeared.

It's still a heavy sword, and the mountains are devastating!

The five young elites in Zhongzhou didn't dare to touch each other at all, so they had to wander around, completely unable to get close.

In the cave, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen took the same path in swordsmanship.

One strength, one sword.

But Lin Shen's sword light was more concise and domineering than Zhao Pu.

Cultivation is also more profound.

Draw tens of millions of swords, destroy mountains and stones.

It wasn't until the cultivation power reached the realm that the extraordinaryness of this kind of swordsmanship was revealed.

Before a sword, no one dares to stand!

Han Muye's gaze swept over the field.

The eight young cultivators in Zhongzhou are all up and down the foundation fivefold, and their swordsmanship skills are also very outstanding.

Looking at a few moves, Han Muye comprehended three sets of good swordsmanship.

Short sword swordsmanship, flowing wind swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship is light and agile, and every sword is a person walking with the sword, and there is no slightest setback at all.

This swordsmanship is roughly equivalent to the Nine Xuanjian Gate's Three Xuanxuan Swordsmanship and the Four Xuanxuan Swordsmanship.

There are also two kinds of swordsmanship, the Solid Wall and the Broken Abyss, both of which are three-level swordsmanship, which have both speed and strength, and at the same time condense the sword momentum of the cultivator.

From these three sets of swordsmanship, it can be seen that Xuanyangwei's swordsmanship system is calm and light in parallel.

I don't know what level this kind of swordsmanship is in Xuanyang Wei.

Zhongzhou is too far away, and Western Xinjiang knows too little about it.

His gaze swept over, and a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

If these eight people are placed among their peers in Western Xinjiang, except for the elites of several major factions, the others will not be opponents at all.

It's just that today, these eight people are afraid that they will be hit.

The disciples of Lin Shen and Zhao Pu are all highly cultivated, and their tactics are also domineering, and in this stone room, they are completely pressed against the eight of them.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and turned his head to look at the black-robed old man, who also turned his head to look at him.

"Jiuxuan Sword Sect, the third sect among the four major sword sects in Western Xinjiang, this swordsmanship and foundation are really solid."

The old man looked at Han Muye and said.

The third of the four great sword sects?

It seems that the information is still a bit lagging.

Han Muye smiled, his gaze fell on the long sword on the old man's waist: "Wear darkness and uphold light." ”

"Xuanyang Wei of the Zhongzhou Dynasty is indeed extraordinary."

The understatement made the face of the old man opposite, who had not changed, slowly solemn.

The old man looked around, and then turned his gaze to Han Muye.

This time, he looked very closely.

When his gaze fell on the small black sword inserted in his hair on the top of Han Muye's head, he was stunned.

"You're the gatekeeper—"

He paused as he spoke, then nodded and said, "It seems that your Nine Xuan Sword Sect really has nothing to do with here. ”

Han Muye's eyes fell on the battle group in front of him, and he said softly: "Senior, we are here to investigate some news. ”

"Now, you don't have to keep fighting, right?"

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu's sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the eight Zhongzhou elites were overwhelmed.

There is no suspense in this battle.

If you fight again, you are looking for abuse, so why bother?

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he chuckled lightly and said, "The old man is very curious, why are you so calm in front of a realm cultivator, little friend. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man's figure moved, and he had already appeared beside Han Muye.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Han Muye's shoulder.

Capture Han Muye, and this battle will really end.

It was only when his arm was raised, the old man's face changed, his figure flashed, and he took three steps back.

Han Muye held a purple short sword in his left hand, if it wasn't for the old man's quick retreat just now, he would have already entered his chest and abdomen at this time.

Down the string, inverted.

This contrarian downward string swordsmanship can be called a hand-to-hand stunt.

At the beginning, Han Muye used this swordsmanship to solve Qin Yuanhe, the master of the Tailing Sword Sect, with one move.

"Good means!"

The old man let out a low sigh and raised his hand again.

Over there, Zhao Pu and Lin Shen had already turned around.

Zhao Pu swept with a sword, and the sword light exploded, blocking all eight Zhongzhou elites.

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Shenfei turned around, shouted violently, and the big sword in his hand swung out.

This sword light was like a meteorite falling, with a roar and agitation, smashing towards the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man raised his hand and waved, and a dark and dark gang exploded, blocking Lin Shen's sword.

The strong man of Jiedan, the master of Xuanyang Wei in Zhongzhou, is indeed extraordinary.

At the moment when he was about to make another move, a faint divine soul sword aura rose on Han Muye's body.

"Senior, do you really want to do it?"

Han Muye said lightly.

Behind him, the illusory sword of the Divine Soul had a dark aura.