No matter how magnificent the river is, it is impossible to spread the whole world, but no one can find those small dry mounds in the face of this great river.

Jun Mo didn't look at the river, but he could feel the big river, so he found a place to land in the rushing river, his body turned slightly, and his feet fell there.

He opened his eyes again, and saw the river flowing under his feet like time, and did not sigh like a teacher, and the depths of his eyes radiated a bright luster.

His cheeks were pale, but his expression was still so serene.

A whistling sound burst out from his lips.

Like a young phoenix, it is more like the first sound of a phoenix after being reborn in the fire.

The autumn wind is getting wilder, and Jun Mo's black hair is fluttering.

He spread his arms, his sleeves waving in the wind.

His blood gushed from his severed arm.

His mental power surged wildly into the heavens and the earth around him.

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Under the iron canopy of Qingxia, a sword in the stove felt the call of the unbridled mental power, snorted, pierced the cabinet, broke the canopy and flew towards the wilderness.

In the southern wilderness, in the camp of the Xiling Divine Temple, countless exclamations suddenly erupted. The cultivators of various sects suddenly discovered the natal sword and broke away from their own control!

The crisp sound of friction sounded one after another in the barracks, it was the sound of the friction between the sword and the scabbard, and countless flying swords flew out of their sheaths on their own, rushing towards the front of the Qingxia.

In the depths of the green mountains, several fallen leaves gently covered a wide iron sword, and a broken arm was still tightly gripping the hilt, and suddenly, the iron sword trembled violently, but the broken pine wave flew again!

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The world around the wilderness was filled with Jun Mo's wild and majestic mental power.

Countless swords, summoned by this mental power, came from all directions, rushed past lightning, and instantly traveled a long distance to the front of Qingxia. Straight thorn willow white!

Liu Bai's expression was solemn, he withdrew the broken sword and crossed it in front of him, and once again laid down the world close at hand.

Thousands of swords, suddenly frozen in the autumn wind around him, hovering in the air.

There were too many swords, forming a huge sword ball, obscuring the skylight and making it look extremely cold.

Full of murderous intent.

This is the world of swords.

This is the world surrounded by swords.

Liu Bai was among thousands of swords.

He couldn't see the other side. and even the connection with the vitality of heaven and earth. It was as if it was going to be interrupted.

He can only go and calculate.

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Jun Mo held his sword among thousands of swords.

He is left-handed.

Qingxia was full of swords before, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the breath of heaven and earth was chaotic.

But he could find his iron sword accurately.

for his right arm was still above the iron sword. Reluctantly leaving.

When he held the iron sword, he held his severed arm.

He drew his iron sword and stabbed at Liu Bai, who was surrounded by thousands of swords.

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Liu Bai couldn't see it. I can't figure it out either.

But he felt the sword.

It was the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life.

It was even more terrifying than the sword in the hands of the South China Sea Sword God who had achieved his name as a sword saint back then.

Liu Bai no longer hesitated.

He no longer crossed the sword, nor did he have any walls, nor a moat.

In the most critical moments, he only trusted the sword itself.

At this time, Jun Mo successfully aroused all his combat power and arrogance.

He was confident that he was invincible.

In front of the big river sword, the one who is easy to open.

Jun Mo's sword, no matter how terrifying it is, cannot be his opponent.

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Liu Bai took out the sword.

Great rivers rush across the plains.

He is a Juggernaut.

His sword is the saint of swords.

He drew his sword. There is only one sword left in this world.

It's close at hand and expanding.

Thousands of swords suddenly disintegrated, flying towards the green mountains and fields.

Nothing could stop Liu Bai's sight and his sword.

But before Qingxia, there is still a sword.

The iron sword was held in Jun Mo's hand.

Then he was held in Jun Mo's hand.

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This phrase is not repeated.

It's the exact reality of the situation

Holding the hilt of the sword is a severed arm.

Jun Mo held his broken arm.

The scene looks bloody, but it doesn't make any sense.

Except that the iron sword seems to have become a little longer.

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Jun Mo took out his sword, focused and rigorous, even if he was covered in blood. But it still didn't waver.

Liu Bai took out the sword, and the last came first, and there was still no one in the world whose sword was faster than him.

However, Liu Bai only had a half-truncated sword left in his hand.

The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand was a little longer than usual.

A very slight sound sounded in front of Qingxia.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into the furnace and touched the hot red charcoal.

The iron sword stabbed into Liu Bai's chest.

Willow White's broken sword. There is still some distance from Jun Mo's throat.

Not close, not far, exactly a foot in front of him.

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Liu Bai abandoned the sword.

Broken sword and broken again. into countless bright pieces.

The breath of heaven and earth on the sword body shook and uneasy.

The field in front of the Qingxia began to shake, and a long howl sounded.

In the whistle, Liu Bai retreated.

It comes like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and it goes like a flood.

With the breath of heaven and earth, he swept back dozens of feet like a ghost.

Then he stopped.

He started coughing.

All that came out was blood.

He looked at the sword wound on his chest and frowned slightly.

At this time, he finally understood why Jun Mo was wielding so many swords.

Because Jun Mo wants him to count.

Although he is the strongest person in the world, after all, he is not a person like Sangsang, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to calculate all the changes.

Jun Mo doesn't need to count, because the thousands of swords are all fake, and only his own iron sword is real.

But even so, Jun Mo's iron sword still couldn't enter a foot in front of him.

Until the broken arm was seriously injured, Jun Mo was very painful, angry, and unwilling. He has been strict and polite for many years, and his presumptuousness that has been bound by his own rules for so many years finally broke out at this moment.

He closed his eyes and didn't see the Yellow River coming up from the sky, avoiding Liu Bai's deadly sword.

He roared, and the green mountains and fields shook uneasy, and countless swords came.

Liu Bai's sword intent finally appeared a gap.

Jun Mo's iron sword stabbed through the gap.

That gap may have been deliberately made by Liu Bai.

Because he believed that at such a close distance, his sword was the fastest.

But he didn't think of a single thing.

Kendo is divided into sword and law, and it is divided into power and art.

And in addition to fast and slow, there is also a long and short.

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Looking down at the bleeding wound, Liu Bai smiled.

His smile was not lonely, only a faint self-deprecation and emotion.

No matter what he thought, he couldn't imagine that the final outcome would be like this.

He can accept both losses, but it's really hard for him to accept this reason.

The reason for this is a bit ridiculous.

The Broken Sword meets the Longsword, and for some reason, the one with the Broken Sword stabs the opponent to death, and for some reason, the one with the Long Sword gains an advantage......

This is a battle scene that ordinary people who are new to swordsmanship can imagine.

He and Jun Mo are the two strongest kendo people in the world.

In the end, it really ended this battle in this way.

It suddenly occurred to him that a clear stream would turn into a turbid river, but it would become clear again after entering the sea.

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(I wrote these two chapters for eight hours today, and I can't do it anymore.) I saw some evaluations, and I wasn't very satisfied with these chapters, what I want to say is, this is really a matter of my IQ and ability, everyone's ability has an upper limit, and it's impossible to write as well as you want, I can only say that these chapters of the Battle of Qingxia, I did my best, this is nothing to disguise, I am writing with my hard work, so I can be satisfied with myself, I hope everyone can be satisfied, good night. ）