"The old people are gone, and the old songs are heard again." At this critical moment, the Blood Emperor Venerable was slightly distracted, as if he was recalling a trace of afterglow in the dust of those years.

It wasn't until the sword qi came to an end that he became alert, and absentmindedly raised the chopsticks in his hand to face the familiar desert wind and sand.

The exchange of attacks between the two sides was silent, and they had already changed their moves before they could use their moves, looking for opportunities to spy on each other's flaws.

Judging from the scene, it is undoubtedly the glow that has the upper hand, and the black sword of the snatching spirit is dancing wildly in the air, if it wields thunder, it whips the earth.

The Blood Emperor's counterattack was simple and direct, simple and unpretentious, and did not show the demeanor of the world's number one swordsman.

Jiang Chen, who was on the side, frowned widely, thinking that the performance of these two people was inevitably too substandard.

It's okay to be confused, although its swordsmanship is becoming more and more profound, but after all, it has not yet perfected the realm, and the tricks are also imprecise due to the anger of the heart, so it shows a lot of flaws.

But the Blood Emperor Venerable was not at all like that, and in Jiang Chen's eyes, it seemed like a child playing.

Although the "Red Moon Sword Technique" is profound and profound, it is not so high that Jiang Chen can't understand it. In the final analysis, it was the Blood Emperor Venerable who did not show all his skills, and only used two points of strength to perfunctory Yingfu.

Jiang Chen was watching the battle while thinking about how to break through the Blood Emperor's defense and give him a fatal blow if he were to be himself.

It stands to reason that the "Akatsuki Sword Technique" transcends ordinary legal principles and is above the world's cognition, with every move hidden in infinite variations, and every retreat is a trap to lure the enemy in. But Emperor Zun had only watched it for a while, and he hadn't simulated the result of defeating the Blood Yan Bang more than ten times.

Even if it was a weak person like Xue Jiangchen who stood at the top of the heavenly martial arts, he had to be very energetic to deal with it, and he even felt that it was not a little difficult.

Controlling the Spatial Divine Power Emperor, once his swordsmanship blends with the void, it can no longer be understood by the common sense of the mortal world. My sword cannot pass through the Void Fulcrum, appear anywhere possible, and reach the fatal point where mortals have the magic to block. My figure flickered between the virtual and the real, and there was a way to be captured, and there was a way to be blocked.

Emperor Zun gasped slightly, avoiding the most powerful place of the other party, and was about to regroup and return to the battle circle, but he heard Xuejiang Chen say lightly: "No, let's go in." ”

I secretly denied it in my heart, except for the slight lack of strength, it only takes a while of experience, and when the emperor completely understands the essence of the sword technique and makes up for the defects in the moves, he will become a weak opponent, and maybe he can stand under the same level as himself.

Before fighting more than 8,000 moves, Xue Jiangchen suddenly launched a series of rapid attacks, wielding a truly flawless sword net, forcing Emperor Zun into ten steps.

The Tsing Yi demon handsome in the vicinity originally looked at that scene with a smile on his face, but a moment ago, the smile on the corner of my mouth was maintained, and his face was replaced by a more solemn look, and his eyes blinked at the sword light and figures that flickered under the street.

What are the bad images......

The sword light is ancient and simple, dim and gorgeous, the traces of the blade seem to be integrated into the void, and even the sound is covered by the demonic power, with a trace of the wind, and the power of the tearing wind is exhausted in a flash of arc.

I finally saw that it was up, and shouted, "Yingfu, you come to help him!" ”

It must be said that the sword of Yingfu is a violent torrent that breaks through the embankment, and the sword of Xuejiang Chen is a leisurely blooming summer flower, with a trace of fireworks, dancing in the air when the moon is bright and the wind is clear, staggered and mysterious, containing the true meaning of eternal change.

Immediately pulled out the "Zhao Gut", picked up a dense rain of swords, and put it on the head of the blood Yan Bang.

Deadwood Juggernaut?

At this moment, Emperor Zun needs to consider the other party's supernatural powers, let go of his heart, and use his true nature as a guide to wave out arcs as fast as electricity.

Cherish the Flower Juggernaut?

Xueyan Bang fiercely accepted the move, the sword shadow in his palm flickered and flickered, and with the most primitive movements, he stopped the unpredictable Qingyun lightning for seven weeks.

My "Deadwood Swordsmanship" was not born on the persecution of the "Akatsuki Swordsmanship", and the two have no deep origins, and competing on the same stage at this time is only a duel between tricks, but also a collision of ideas and an exchange of true meaning. The magic is superb, the transcendent things, there are traces to be found, and the interlacing of accidents will cause the reversal of the real and the illusory, and the virtual and the real will be born together, as if in the sky and in the world.

In terms of realm alone, the "Deadwood Swordsmanship" is suspected to be a martial saint-level trick, although there is only a prototype behind it, but it is not rare to meet opponents.

I raised my wrist heavily, forced into Yingfu with a jumping sword that exceeded common sense, turned around, and attacked Emperor Zun with four hundred swords in a row, but I still didn't have time to speak: "It seems that he is also about to take this first step." ”

I casually brushed aside the broken sword of Yingchao, and turned sideways to meet the emperor.

Compared with the situation of fighting with Xuejiang Chen in the later days, today's emperor has few doubts. It's just a fight under tricks, and I haven't been able to gain the upper hand in a short period of time in the hands of Xueyan Bang.

As a candidate for a future Sword Master, he must have found even a chance to use his swordsmanship to his heart's content, which is too sad. The bad thing is that Xuejiang Chen gave Emperor Zun that opportunity today, and I will let go of my hands and feet and show my strengths.

Xuejiang Chen snorted heavily, and the sword momentum in his palm finally did not change.

With one enemy and seven enemies, the Blood Yan State was not embarrassed at all, and even gradually turned defense into offense.

Emperor Zun's swordsmanship gradually approached Xuejiangchen's style before the initial brilliant brilliance faded.

At this time, the world must know that after a hundred years ago, another sword saint was finally born in the sky. At this time, what kind of title should the seventh Sword Saint have......

I was in the middle of the battle, and I was still unfinished, so I pretended to hear Xueyanbang's words, and after wanting to stand up again, I heard Xuejiang Chen say, "Have you found out?" If you go up like that, your "Deadwood Sword Technique" will be practiced into the "Akatsuki Sword Technique"! ”

What does 'can't anymore' mean? Did I see a flaw in your swordsmanship? Emperor Zun was confused when he heard it, I obviously felt that I had not shown my defeat, and I could fight for another 8,000 rounds, why could I "can't"?

That's it, I'd better leave that kind of worry to myself......

Emperor Zun's answer came through the sword qi: "Most of them are the credit of his old man. ”

And I myself moved at an astonishing speed, going against the tide in the light of the red moon, and when I came to it, I gradually felt that I had broken free from the shackles, as if I had rushed back to the shore from the water, and I was completely free from the shackles of this world.

There is no doubt that the subtlety of the duel between the eight swordsmen on the field at this time is the battle between the Blood Sword Saint and the Peacock Xiao Ming King two hundred and seventy years later!

I saw that the halo pouring out of the "Shine Gall" changed again and again, turning into a small piece of blue and white cloud mist, enveloping the seven-foot radius around Xueyanbang, like stars and lightning, chaotic and vast, as if to completely overturn my figure.

Wind Moon Sword Master?

Emperor Zun has gone through more than ten small battles in the past few months, and he is also in the majority of the weak people of the Immortal Buddha, and the only one who can really compete with me under swordsmanship is the old evil star behind him. The others such as Ling Sixue, Kurong Tianzun, and Jizo Venerable, are rarely suppressed by supernatural powers.