"If you can break it, you can't follow it. ”

This is Liu Bai's answer, and it is also the truth that the strong are used to.

The second senior brother actually thinks the same way, his iron sword is his own rules, but he is the best at breaking the rules of others, so he continued to ask: "Since you want to break it, why don't you break it?"

The meaning of this sentence is only understood by him and Liu Bai - Liu Bai had already answered at the beginning, but that answer could not explain the second senior brother.

Liu Bai looked at the sky and didn't say anything.

Since there is no answer, then you can only continue, and in the end, you still have to judge things with the sword.

"The way of the sword is divided into sword and law, and law is divided into power and art. ”

"Potential is the power of thought, and technique is the means. ”

"When I first met, I saw the surging Yellow River, and my mind was the strongest in the world. I practiced swords for three days, and there were no omissions in the eight thousand directions around my body, and I couldn't get my clothes wet in the rainstorm, and my means were the strongest in the world. ”

Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and said: "If it is a weekday, you fight with me, there is defeat and no victory, in the past two days, you sword and slash thousands of horses, blood and qi are gradually growing, the number of wins and losses should be ninety-one, and now you are victorious against Ye Su, the sword intent is extremely good, it should be eighty-two, but then the sword is one way, not by the number, so you will lose today." ”

"If you don't count by numbers, why do you count?"

The second senior brother said: "I always thought that a battle that did not start would have no definite victory. ”

Liu Bai laughed and praised: "Good spirit...... Jun Mo had already walked between the fields, some distance from the exit of Qingxia, in front of him. It was a scattered place of arrows like dead branches in autumn, and there were more than 200 swords.

These swords come in a variety of styles, but the only thing they have in common is that they have no owner.

More than two days after the Battle of Qingxia began, he blocked the continuous attacks of hundreds of cultivators, and captured more than two hundred swords, which were lifeless in the wilderness. It's like a sword mound.

Today, when he walked into the tomb of this sword, the more than two hundred swords seemed to sense something, and trembled slightly. It was like a tree branch that was blown by the wind, and it became a forest of swords.

It's a lot like the sword forest in the depths of the academy meadow.

Jun Mo stood in this sword forest with a solemn expression. Raise the iron sword in your hand...... Liu Bai quietly looked at the sword forest, looked at the tall man in the sword forest, stretched out his wide sleeve with his right hand, held the hilt of the sword, and the ancient sword at his waist was silent.

His palms are broad and his fingers are slender, which are best suited for holding a sword, and they are held tightly with the hilt of the sword, without a single gap in sight, and are perfectly combined. It was as if the hand and the hilt of the sword were originally connected.

The ancient sword in its sheath vibrated slightly, letting out a joyful roar.

When he grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword in the sheath became a part of his body, or rather. His body became an extension of the sword, and the two could no longer distinguish from each other.

Holding a sword in your hand does not mean that you have a sword in your hand.

When Liu Bai came out of the sword, it was also possible that the sword was thousands of miles long.

Not taking the path of the mean, only practicing the absolute momentum, does not mean that you can choose only one of the two sword control methods. At that time, Liu Bai might have swayed, but when he reached the current consummation realm, he would no longer be bothered by this kind of problem, and his sword heart would be dusty, and he could choose at will.

No one knows which method of sword wielding he will choose today.

People only know that he wields his sword, and no one can catch it, because his sword is the fastest, except for the Guan Lord and Senior Brother of the Boundless Realm, except for the first seat of the Sutra that can compete with the physical body, the rest are not enough to mention.

There is a universal truth, Liu Bai shoots the sword first, which is equal to victory.

Jun Mo didn't let Liu Bai take out the sword first, he chose to take out the sword first.

Even if the iron sword comes out first, it still won't work.

Because Liu Bai's sword was too fast, it could even be as fast as the last to come first, so Jun Mo did not choose to let the iron sword break through the air, but held the iron sword and swung it in front of him.

Just like every time he swung his sword in the past two days.

There was no expression on his face, there was no trembling in his uniform, and the wide iron sword swung out with his sleeve, and it went away naturally, without rolling up a trace of clouds, but rolling up countless heaven and earth breaths.

Without an enemy, where will the iron sword be swung towards?

There really were no enemies in front of him.

But in addition to the autumn wind, there are more than 200 sword hilts inserted in the ground, and there is a sword forest.

The iron sword swung into the sword forest and struck at a waste sword.

The waste sword was stuck deep in the field, and it was suddenly struck hard, and the hilt of the sword shattered.

The blade of the sword was bent to the extreme.

The majestic power that came from the iron sword, like a hurricane, pulled it out of the dirt.

A terrible sound of breaking the air sounded, and the waste sword turned into a sword light and flew southward.

Jun Mo continued to swing the iron sword.

The way he swung his sword was still as natural.

Every iron sword carries the power of heaven and earth.

Every time the sword is swung, a waste sword breaks through the air in the wilderness, and the strength is stronger than the crossbow!

Whether it is sword momentum or swordsmanship, his realm is below Liu Bai.

No matter what sword control method he used, it was impossible to be stronger than Liu Bai and faster than Liu Bai's sword.

So he chose a means that no one had thought of.

He didn't move forward with his sword, he didn't fly away, he swung his sword.

Waving the sleeves is not chopping, not chopping, not stabbing, but smashing, or hitting.

He condensed the vitality of heaven and earth in the green mountains into an iron sword, and knocked out the waste sword on the ground.

With the power of green mountains, help the sword break through the air and fly.

Only in this way can it be faster than Liu Bai's sword.

It's for Aoyama...... In front of Qingxia, countless poignant sword roars sounded continuously.

Dozens of swords, like hard-hit stones, jumped from the blood-stained field, turned into dozens of sword lights, disappeared in an instant, and when they reappeared, they were already in front of the carriage!

The flying sword is a sword control method for cultivators to control the vitality of heaven and earth with mental power, and then indirectly control the natal flying sword.

The Qingshan fight used by Jun Mo directly applied the vitality of heaven and earth to the sword body. Omit the telekinetic manipulation link, and transform all the power of nature into the speed of sword terror.

The speed of these swords before Qingxia had already exceeded the cultivator's imagination of the speed of flying swords, no one had ever thought that they could control the sword like this, and no one had ever seen such a fast flying sword.

The swords were so fast that the air in the field began to wail, so fast that neither the naked eye nor the perception could catch its traces. It's almost like disappearing!

It was so fast that Liu Bai didn't have the confidence to be able to come out in front of these flying swords.

So he didn't take the flying sword. Rather, draw the sword.

The sword in his hand looked very ordinary, and even some rust could be seen.

Because he hasn't really drawn his sword for many years.

No one could have imagined that Liu Bai's first sword. It's actually a keep.

Liu Bai didn't expect it either.

Because he didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could come up with a method that was faster than his own sword.

If it was usual, he would admire and even admire Jun Mo's strength.

But at this time, his expression must be solemn, because he has to face these swords.

He was forced to defend.

I had to keep.

So, he crossed the sword.

The ancient sword was horizontal in front of him, there was no eyebrows, it was not a salute, but a sword intent.

This sword intent is like the ancient sword itself, absolutely straight. There was not a hint of trembling in the autumn wind.

Only a majestic castle built on solid granite can feel this way.

His sword was rusty, straight ahead, indestructible, like an old city wall that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain. It looks dilapidated, but it's still that powerful.

At this moment, Jun Mo's first sword had already arrived.

The waste sword has long since lost its lifeless feeling, and the sword body rubs against the cold autumn air and shines, but it is not a red-hot warm light. It's a cold light.

The tip of this sword, I don't know how many layers of air it pierced, trembled at high speed, I believe that even if there was a thick iron plate in front of it, it would be directly broken by these high-speed vibrations.

This sword is about to come to Liu Bai's body.

It's about to meet the rusty sword that stretches horizontally...... It seems that the ancient bell rang collectively before the destruction of the Rotten Ke Temple.

It's as if a naughty boy threw a stone into the calm waters of a lake.

In the air in front of Liu Bai, a voice sounded.

The voice was clear and distant.

It's like a piece of paper is torn.

It was as if paper had been wet in the rain, then crumpled up and thrown under the desk.

The waste sword, which carried unimaginable speed and strength, entered the air in front of Liu Bai's body, and suddenly stopped.

There was no encounter with the rusty sword that was lying horizontally, and there was still a foot of difference.

didn't touch Liu Bai's body.

In front of Liu Bai, an invisible barrier seemed to appear.

Jun Mo used the sword from Qingshan to insert it into this barrier.

This barrier is the sword intent of the horizontal sword, and it is the city wall.

Jun Mo Qingshan's second sword followed.

He also hovered in front of Liu Bai, unable to break through the barrier.

No one saw that the rusty sword in front of Liu Bai was slightly bent.

Although the curved Cheng dù is so tiny, it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

This was followed by the third sword.

Fourth Sword ...... Dozens of swords, breaking through the air like lightning in a row, and then hovering in front of Liu Bai's body.

With each sword, the rusty sword in Liu Bai's hand will bend by one point.

Eventually, the rusty sword flexed significantly.

However, there is no sign of collapse.

Because the sword suddenly became soft.

The sword in his hand was no longer a mottled old city wall, but a river beneath the city.

Moat.

The river is gentle, but it can hold a majestic city...... None of the dozens of swords could pierce through the invisible barrier, standing still in the air.

This scene looks very weird and shocking.

It was as if in the air in front of Liu Bai had given birth to a sword forest.

The swords were so close to his body, their sharp tips glowing with cold light that they almost touched his eyes.

Anyone in this situation would probably feel fear.

But the expression on Liu Bai's face was still so peaceful.

for his sword is in his hand.

Then these swords will not be able to get close to their own bodies.

Not close.

It's not far away.

will be a foot.

This is a foot in front of Liu Bai's body.

It's his world.

This is the world of the sword in his hand.

The wind can enter, and the rain can enter.

No other sword can enter...... (To be continued)