Before Qingxia, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

In the joint military camp of the Xiling Temple in the south of the wilderness, there was a dead silence.

The Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle put down the veil and said slowly: "In my life, I have never seen such a murderer, and when Mr. Ke entered the Demon Sect, it was probably this kind of momentum. ”

Cheng Lixue knelt on the side of the god, not knowing how to speak.

There was silence inside and outside the shrine.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was an exclamation outside, and then a tsunami-like sound, and the voices of the allied soldiers were full of surprise and joy.

Cheng Lixue Huo Ran raised his head, looked outside the god, and asked urgently, "Won?"

His voice trembled slightly, because he was nervous.

A red-clothed priest came to the side of the god's chariot and gasped, "Not yet. ”

Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly, and she asked, "Then why are everyone cheering?"

The red-clothed priest said excitedly, "He's changed hands! He's holding the sword in his left hand now!"

Cheng Lixue frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly, "So what?"

The red-clothed priest said happily: "It means that the man will also be tired, and he won't last long." ”

Cheng Lixue's body was a little stiff, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just waved her hand to let the red-clothed priest leave, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

As long as it is a human being, it will be tired, and Mr. Two is also a human being.

But that man just changed the iron sword to his left hand, and he made himself excited like this, you can imagine how much psychological pressure and panic he caused to the temple coalition army when he stood in front of Qingxia.

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There was always silence in the other god's nest.

Ye Hongyu's eyes drooped slightly, and Ruyu's hands rested quietly on the blood-colored ruling robe, silent.

The cheers that sounded outside the goddess did not make any change in the emotion on her face, and no subordinate dared to disturb her meditation with those ridiculous reasons.

A moment later, the camp of the Divine Temple coalition suddenly erupted in a huge wave of cheers again.

The subordinates of the Judgment Temple finally found it difficult to suppress their feelings. A black-clothed deacon stepped up to the chariot, knelt outside the veil, and respectfully reported: "The flying sword of the Song State Cui Daoren stabbed the other party. ”

Hearing this, the emotion on Ye Hongyu's face finally changed a little. Because she knew who Divine Officer Cui was, even she had some hope for Cui Daoren's move.

She looked up, looked at the black-clad deacon, and asked, "And then?"

The black-clothed deacon was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Lord Kamisa to continue to ask, and replied a little nervously, "Then...... Divine Officer Cui's Dao Sword was broken, and the man seemed to be fine. ”

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly. Said: "Then what do you want to sue Sù Honza?"

The black-clad deacon became more and more nervous. His voice trembled and he said, "...... This is the first time that someone has been able to stab that person with a sword, which means that that person can still be stabbed. ”

"It's stupid, but there's some truth to stupidity. ”

Ye Hongyu's gaze shines through the veil. Looking at the Qingxia in the distance, there was no emotion on the beautiful face, and there was indifference. said: "It seems to be almost. ”

Almost at the same time.

In another shrine, the Heavenly Oracle Grand Priest stretched out his finger and stroked the canon in front of him, and his old face showed a quiet and firm expression, and said, "It's almost." ”

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A sharp and gorgeous Dao sword has turned into a few remnants of the sword lying across the field at this time, but this sword should still be proud, because it is the only flying sword that has not been taken by the enemy since the beginning of the war.

In the south of the wilderness, a Taoist in plain preaching clothes. He was looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His surname is Cui Mingrong, born in Qinghe County Cui Valve, since he was a child, he left the family, traveled around the world to cultivate, was once in the Xiling Temple to receive gifts, and officially entered the Taoist Temple in the Song Kingdom.

There are many strong people in the Haotian Dao Sect who have been hidden in the world, hidden in ordinary and even dilapidated Taoist temples. They don't like the atmosphere of the temple and prefer to be an ordinary Taoist.

Until Haotian summons them to dedicate their own strength, they will not appear.

Cui Daoren is such an ordinary Taoist who is not ordinary.

Cui Daoren's reputation in the cultivation world is not obvious, but his realm is extremely subtle. As early as ten years ago, he had already entered the realm of knowing fate, in the Dao Gate where the strong gathered. You also have your own place.

However, today he only made one sword, and he did not make any other moves, and looked down at his chest and abdomen, because his sword was broken, and there was a very deep sword cut between his chest and abdomen.

It was a terrible bloody mouth.

The moist stomach and intestines and other internal organs were squeezing out of the mouth of the blood, and at first it was a little slow, and as time went on, it became faster and faster, and finally it seemed to be flowing like a tumult.

Cui Daoren quietly watched his internal organs flow out of his body, and it was not until he finished watching the whole process that he raised his head, looked at the opposite side, and asked: "Mr. Er's sword is the most rigorous art in the world. ”

The second senior brother said, "Exactly." ”

Cui Daoren said: "The academy pays attention to the way of benevolence and forgiveness, why should I suffer so much before I die. ”

The second senior brother said calmly: "Because I know your surname is Cui." ”

Cui Daoren understood and said, "Mr. Second should know that I have very little contact with the clan. ”

The second senior brother said, "I want to use your death and pain to express the attitude of the academy. ”

Cui Daoren asked, "What attitude?"

The second senior brother said: "The seven surnames of Qinghe County, even if they die, they can't die happily. ”

Cui Daoren sighed and said, "I see. ”

After saying this, he slowly sat down on the ground and began to wheez, because the lobes of his lungs and trachea had been broken by the iron sword, and no matter how violent his wheezing was, he couldn't breathe air, so it was particularly painful.

I don't know how long it took, but he bowed his head in exhaustion and finally died in agony.

The sky was full of clouds that obscured the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.

The second senior brother was covered in blood, standing in the wilderness, standing in front of more than a hundred flying swords like a chaotic forest, standing in front of the corpses of countless cultivators, and looking at the cultivators in the south.

He raised the iron sword in his hand again.

Not a word was spoken.

The cultivators in the wilderness seemed to hear him asking who else.

The cultivator's eyes were all attracted by the iron sword that seemed to have magical power.

The iron sword was unremarkable, the blade was wide and straight, dull, and even ridiculous.

However, looking at this iron sword, everyone just wanted to cry.

Some people can't cry when they want to, and they are terrified.

Practitioners. Before this iron sword, the courage to fight could no longer be mustered, and finally retreated.

It was quiet again in front of the green gorge.

The blood on the ground had accumulated into puddles, reflecting the gloomy sky, and it looked a little dark.

The people of the academy rushed out from under the tent.

Wang held a stool in his left hand and a medicine bag tightly in his right hand, rushed behind the second senior brother and asked him to sit down, bringing the medicine bag to his mouth. Pump it in as fast as you can.

The seventh senior sister carried the kettle and held the water bowl. I was afraid that it was too late, so I simply threw the bowl away and put it directly into the mouth of the second senior brother with the spout. Fill it with water as hard as you can.

The second senior brother is not an ordinary person, unusual in all aspects, surrounded by busy junior brothers and sisters. Qing Xù still remained calm, delivered medicine with water, and swallowed it in an instant.

The fourth senior brother and the sixth senior brother had also run over at this time, squatting in front of the second senior brother, looking at something somewhere on the chest of the armor, looking at something with a solemn expression.

Cui Daoren's natal sword stabbed this place.

When the Dao sword of the Knowing Destiny realm stabbed the armor, the runes in the armor automatically activated, condensing a thin and tough layer of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. Therefore, that sword did not have any effect on the second senior brother.

But the rune hidden in the armor was shocked by Cui Daoren's sword intent and was slightly deformed.

The sixth senior brother untied the box behind him, took out a set of special tools that were as delicate as eight crabs, and began to repair them.

The fourth senior brother was doing calculation and graphic guidance on the side, and then looked at the second senior brother and asked, "Is there a problem with the sword?"

The sixth senior brother looked at the second senior brother, a little worried.

The Iron Sword is the most important piece of equipment. If it is damaged, although the academy has even brought an iron furnace and can be repaired, the Xiling Temple will definitely not leave them so much time.

The second senior brother looked at the wide and straight iron sword in his hand. said: "It can last a long time." ”

Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Bufu are still under the tent, and their piano flutes are the supreme weapon to deal with the iron cavalry charge. The so-called mission is on the shoulder, and it must stay in the formation.

Just seeing that the same family members were helping the senior brother do things, the two of them couldn't help but feel a little lonely and a little ashamed, Beigong rushed over there and asked, "I said do you want to listen to a song at this time?"

No one answered him.

The fourth senior brother and the sixth senior brother were conducting the final inspection of the armor, Wang Zhi was checking the pulse of the second senior brother to determine his physical and mental state, so as to prepare the medicine for the next period of time, and the seventh senior sister seemed a little idle, wiping the face of the second senior brother with an embroidered handkerchief, but in short, they were all busy.

Beigong shouted: "Senior brother, this song is impassioned, and it is most suitable for killing. ”

The second senior brother stood up, looked at the enemies who were still mighty in the southern wilderness, and said: "Since ancient times, murder has nothing to do with generosity and indignation, where do you need a soundtrack. ”

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"Don't be heroic, don't be generous, can't be dashing, you can only be cold, indifferent, cold, only those who really do these things can have the ability to kill all enemies. Jun Mo is undoubtedly such a person, my comments on him last night, now it seems that he still underestimates him. ”

"He's still the proudest man, I just didn't expect that on the battlefield, as proud as he could throw away all his pride, or hide it in the deepest part of his armor. ”

Liu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "He has been using all means to save his body, pursuing a simpler way to kill the enemy, being stingy to the extreme, calm and focused, refusing to let go of the slightest changes in the battle, calculating clearly to the extreme, from this point of view, he is more like a businessman with a foul smell." ”

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion listened to the teachings of the master in silence.

They had been shocked by the man before Qingxia, even if they were in the hostile camp, they couldn't help but feel admiration and yearning, although in their hearts the figure of the master was always the highest, but hearing the master describe the man like this, they actually felt a little uncomfortable.

However, no one dared to question it.

Liu Bai's voice sounded again.

The Sword Pavilion disciple was stunned and speechless by the implied meaning of this sentence.

"I have a lot of respect for an opponent who fights with this attitude. ”

Liu Bai looked in the direction of Qingxia and said seriously: "I even regret it a little, I shouldn't have let him kill so many people in this day and night, or I should have shot yesterday." ”