"The purpose of the Shura Dao is victory, and the essence of swordsmanship is killing and destruction, no matter how the world glorifies these, it still can't hide the bloody facts, so you just have to think about how to win, Yun Xiu, I believe that if it is you, you will definitely be able to become the real Shura. The vague figure, sitting on a bamboo chair in the garden, waving a slender wicker in his hand, was his father, but his appearance was blurred, but that passage was deeply rooted in Luo Yunxiu's soul.

"Harden!" the two staggered, slashing motions, and there was an extra crack in each other's chests, but neither of them could hurt the other.

"It's really nerve-wracking, but it's not surprising that the A-level martial arts confrontation will develop like this. Luo Yunxiu, who turned around, raised the long sword in his hand horizontally and placed it on the side of his ear, and his body maintained a stabbing motion.

"That's right, both sides will use hardening, even slashing becomes extremely difficult, humans are really powerful, after facing the dragon clan's extinction attack, create a monster like Wu Xiu. Swinging the bladed sword, Sword Tiger slowly turned to face Luo Yunxiu, "However, there are still differences between us. "Do you mean that I'm more handsome than you?" Luo Yunxiu asked seriously, but without a tacit smile from the other party, he shrugged helplessly, "You guy really has no sense of humor." ”

"You haven't even broken through 45% usage. Sword Tiger's sharp gaze stared at Luo Yunxiu's expression, not missing any changes.

"Ah, yes, I'm stuck at 35 percent. Unexpectedly honest, Luo Yunxiu didn't have any idea to hide it, such a frankness made Sword Tiger a little stunned, and then shook his head, "The usage rate determines the strength of martial arts, especially A-level martial arts, this is even more obvious, although it is ridiculous to use numbers to determine the strength of a swordsman, but this is the case, in front of me with a usage rate of 69%, you will die." "Killing intent, shrouded in front, Luo Yunxiu's hand holding the sword had a cold feeling, 69%? This guy is still one step away from entering the 70% powerhouse world, but there is an absolute difference between 69% and 70%, "69%...... It's my misfortune and it's my luck. "In the world, there are not so many flukes. "The sword tiger moved, that is a speed that cannot be captured by the naked eye, the divine wind of martial cultivation!

Luo Yunxiu didn't move, the moment the sword tiger disappeared from his field of vision, he became a waiting hunter, the opponent's sword would inevitably attack him, and he only needed to fight back in an instant......

"I feel it!" raised his hand and waved his sword, the crisp collision sound of "bell" was not only one, but there was more than one sound, "bell bell" was a chain of collision sounds, bounced Luo Yunxiu's sword blade step by step, fan blade sword, that is a famous sword with eight blades, usually the blades overlap together, there is no abnormality at all, and when fighting, an ordinary slash will cause the equivalent of eight attacks, "bad ......" The body also seemed to be shocked and retreated, revealing a flaw in front of him, the sword tiger did not miss such an opportunity, the sweeping sword light tore through the air, and fiercely cut into Luo Yunxiu's hardened chest!

"Hiss" Another corner of the coat was detached from the coat, and the instinctive retreat action made him pick up a life, looking at the small wound on his chest, Luo Yunxiu's heart couldn't beat calmly, under the premise of using hardening, the other party could still cut himself so domineeringly, it was completely unreasonable!

"The difference in usage rate makes his strength far surpass mine, and my hardening cannot defend against his strength...... Fuck, it's not fair......"

"Aren't you unfair?" Sword Tiger's figure was still approaching, and the fan-bladed sword was spinning around him, like a brilliant peach blossom, "A hundred flowers are chaotic - Peach Blossom Feast!" "The ground, the wall, everything that touches the sword blade has been brutally chopped, and a sharp sword wall seems to have been built around the sword tiger, slowly advancing.

Luo Yunxiu swung his sword from the front several times and slashed him, but he was all bounced back, and there were a few more scars on his body.

The invincible barrier, this is the portrayal of the Sword Tiger at this time.

The space in the corridor is limited, and Luo Yunxiu finds that he can't even take a step forward, so he can only retreat helplessly, when might he retreat?

"What's the matter, the heir of the Shura Dao is retreating so wolfly, isn't the purpose of your sect victory? Those who can only retreat will never be able to win!" The ground where the sword tiger walked kept splashing broken stones, as long as the other party dared to rush up, he would inevitably break him into pieces, and any little trick would be meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

Of course, Luo Yunxiu knew the thoughts of the Sword Tiger, as long as he rushed forward, he would be crushed into pieces by the rotating fan-bladed sword, and the flesh and blood were blurred and not human-shaped, he couldn't imagine that the other party was not a person from the Shura Dao, and he could use the fan-bladed sword so thoroughly, unlike the fool who held the cicada wing sword before, the Sword Tiger was a real swordsman and deeply understood how to use his sword.

"I can't imagine that in this world, there are people like you......" stopped retreating, or rather, retreating will only fail, Luo Yunxiu has never been as calm as he is now, retreating is a predictable failure, and advancing is immediate death.

With his heels cocked, Luo Yunxiu made a choice.

Sudden swooping action, Luo Yunxiu rushed towards that piece of sword, what was he going to do? A moment of doubt flashed in Sword Tiger's mind, could there be any hole cards that he didn't know? No, he can't be shaken and confused by that guy's meaningless behavior, he is stronger than him, and he is sure that this is enough.

"Come, fool. The fan-bladed sword in his hand sped up the speed of rotation, and the sound of grinding meat pieces "poof, puff, puff", the blade of the fan-bladed sword slashed into Luo Yunxiu's body lightly, even if hardening was used, it could only prevent the blade from penetrating the body completely, "I thought you had some amazing plan, I didn't expect it to be ......just like this" The words fell, and the sword tiger suddenly discovered something he ignored, Luo Yunxiu was under the attack of his own sword, but he never stopped, he was slowly approaching him, "You ......" "It hurts...... It hurts, bastard. Almost exhausted his last strength, jumping in front of the Sword Tiger, the long sword in Luo Yunxiu's hand swept out violently, "Even if you step into my sword circle regardless of a single qiē, but it is still in vain, you can't break my hardened ......" The words were stuck in his throat, and a feeling of pain came from Sword Tiger's body, wondering, why did he feel that he had been slashed?

The blood gushing out stained the placket of the shirt and stung the eyes, this is impossible!

"You ......" "It's not over yet, my pain is not over, I have to pay it back twice" seemed to appreciate the expression that Sword Tiger was showing now, shocked, and panicked, Luo Yunxiu forgot about his pain and showed a brutal expression of enjoyment, "Goodbye, Black Flag First Swordsman." The swirling sword pointed directly at the throat of the sword tiger, and the latter almost wanted to retreat in fear, but the tip of the sword that was speeding away changed direction halfway and slashed at the hand of the sword tiger, just with a slight wave, the wrist and arm were separated, Luo Yunxiu planned to abolish the sword tiger's hand first, and the swordsman who couldn't hold the sword was like a toothless tiger, like a wasted person.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h

"My hand...... My hand!" roared, not knowing what answer he was expecting, Sword Tiger looked up at the man in front of him with red eyes.

"Almost, if you kill me the moment I enter your sword circle, it won't be like this, but it's a pity ......" Luo Yunxiu pulled out the cicada wing sword with his left hand, and stabbed the tip of the sword into the palm of the ground that still had the residual warmth of the sword tiger, and picked it up in the air, seeing that his palm was being played with by the other party like this, the sword tiger stood up suddenly, but the long sword in Luo Yunxiu's right hand had already slashed the right leg that was the first to stand upright, and the sword tiger suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground, and the sword tiger finally understood that the man in front of him was just teasing the dying prey.

"I just took back what was mine. Throwing that palm in front of the sword tiger, the fan-bladed sword returned to Luo Yunxiu's hand, "In this way, it is the second one." "Why, you can cut me......" Enduring the piercing pain, Sword Tiger raised the biggest question, how did Luo Yunxiu do it in the face of the absolute usage rate gap?

"I know you're very powerful, after all, you're the number one swordsman of the Black Flag, how can you do it without making some preparations to defeat an enemy like you...... Although your usage rate exceeded my expectations, I was defeated in the end. He put the blade of his right hand on the sword tiger's cheek and slapped it gently, "You ......" the sword tiger opened his mouth angrily, but then a mouthful of blood plasma squirted, and the cicada wing sword pierced his chest from the front......

"I'm not as good as you in terms of usage, thanks to the so-called Hound troops, who are a good tribute. ”

"What...... What does that mean?" Sword Tiger didn't understand, but the long sword that slapped his cheek revealed an uncomfortable yin aura.

"There are five famous swords that have been passed down from generation to generation in Shura Dao, and in an accident many years ago, four swords were stolen from our Shura Dao, and the fifth sword was kept because of strict protection measures. Luo Yunxiu's gaze fell on the long sword that he had been using, "Phantom Sha, this is the name of the fifth sword, unlike other swords that rely on skillful workmanship, the fifth sword is the reason why Shura Dao is really hated by the world, have you ever heard of the sword that has been raised?" Sword Tiger remembered the members of the Hound Unit who had been brutally killed, and his eyes slowly widened, "Could it be ......?" "Phantom Shah, it is a magic sword with life!" Although I am not sure...... But when I kill someone, I feel that I can't control it, take human life, it will be satisfied, and then I can accumulate some of the power of the person who was killed, to put it simply, I just fought with you, I used the power left by those hound troops, of course, this effect will not last too long, so I have to take the risk of approaching you first, and then use the decisive blow to destroy your hand. "This is also one of the secrets of the strength of the Shura Dao, for enemies who are several times stronger than themselves, the heirs of the Shura Dao can get an instant increase in strength by raising the magic sword.

The tool of a thousand treasures, the illusion, and the magic sword that has been unknown have been passed down from generation to generation by the Shura Dao.

"Evil ways...... You're a demon!" Sword Tiger couldn't think of a more appropriate word to describe the man in front of him, "A genre like yours and a magic sword like this shouldn't continue to exist!" "Swordsman, kill the strong to become stronger, what is the difference between me and my approach? "No, I'm ...... you" "It's the same, the same cruelty, the same coldness. Before Luo Yunxiu's affirmative tone, Sword Tiger suddenly found that there was nothing to say, was there really a difference between what they did with each other?

"Finally, use your own sword to end the battle, a hundred flowers - Peach Blossom Banquet!" Luo Yunxiu replaced his fan-bladed sword, and turned a terrifying sword wind, sweeping through, leaving a trail of blood......

The last mournful sound of "Lord Kurokiya's ......" ended in the corridor.

In the secret garden, Hei Muya stood outside the glass greenhouse, just received the news that the group of mourners had left Yunlan City, and now they were probably retreating from the back city non-stop, as expected, the corners of his mouth raised an evil smile, his body was close to the front, and he said in a regretful voice: "Your human owner seems to have left you and fled, the so-called mourner who can control the dragon clan I thought he was such a great person, and the result was no different from other humans." Hei Muya knew that his voice could be conveyed to the prayer, and the prayer in the faint poisonous gas continued to try to get close to the edge of the greenhouse as if he hadn't heard it, "cough cough ......" blood flowed down from the corners of his lips, so painful, so uncomfortable, just if the body had to move, it would exhaust all the body, what did that guy say just now, Bai Ye did they escape? That must have rescued Bai Ruoyan.

"Now, what is your mood, grief, hatred, or what, I would love to know, dragon girl. What Kuromu Ya was expecting to see was a distorted face, but Qi Yu only answered the answer he didn't want to hear in a weak tone, "Why be angry, since it was Bai Ye's decision, it must be right, he has never made a wrong decision......" Moreover, according to his character, it is inevitable to abandon himself at this time, the relationship between them is only employment after all, and there is no need to gamble his life for himself.

But what about the sad mood that spreads in my heart?

"You're lying!" Kuromu frowned in displeasure, what he wanted to hear was not such a frank answer, "You held me up for him and bought time, but that guy didn't hesitate to abandon you, why didn't you hate, why didn't you get angry!" "Why?" Qi Yu didn't have the strength to debate such a meaningless thing with the other party, he was so tired, was he dying here? Obviously, he hadn't even been able to verify whether utopia existed, "Mother...... It seems like all I have to do here...... "The world in front of me became blurry.

"Go to the outside world and see how it is, I think, what you are looking for must be stored in utopia. In the sun, the mother combed the long hair of the prayer with her fingers, while the young one curled up comfortably on the warm knees, "Prayer, the world is very vast, vast enough to accommodate your qiē love xù, and the so-called racial division, one day, you will inevitably walk under that boundless sky." "It's just that the sky is too far away for prayer now......

"Tsk...... Can't even talk anymore, sooner than I expected. Outside the greenhouse, Hei Muya smashed her mouth dissatisfiedly, she didn't want to see the dragon girl who died with a smile, why, she didn't hate the mourner, it was because of trust? No, it's impossible, Hei Muya definitely didn't accept it, "Forget it, the next slaughter is the main event, and my fun is still to come." Thinking of what was about to happen later, Kurokiya's mood improved slightly.

Suddenly, a strange thing rolled from a distance and came to his side, "What is it?" Kurokiya always felt that the thing in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't tell what it was, and he didn't think about it for long, and the explosion explained his question, it was a bomb.

The huge silver werewolf jumped deep and landed in the clearing behind it, its eyes suddenly filled with blood, and roared loudly: "Who?" "Your ...... Enemy. "The masked man swung his short sword from behind his back, and he was—the undertaker.