After Jiang Chen chewed on this sentence slightly, his face changed sharply and he stopped.

The Blood Emperor Venerable is right, his "Dead Wood Sword Technique" has a deep relationship with the "Red Moon Sword Technique", although it also draws on some artistic conceptions of the Liu family's "Hegemony Sword" and "Wu Fei Sword Technique", and uses the Buddhism of Silent Nirvana as a reference, but its basic prototype is still born from the "Red Moon Sword Technique".

In his subconscious, Jiang Chen always had a very strong envy for the "Red Moon Sword Technique" - anyone who has seen its magnificence, vastness, thrilling, and domineering grandeur will not fail to be shocked and amazed by the picture of transcending the sea of suffering-therefore, in the battle with the Blood Sword Saint, Jiang Chen unconsciously learned his sword intent and skills, and his tricks became more and more similar to the "Red Moon Sword Technique"!

A few months ago, Jiang Chen had admired the "Red Moon Sword Technique", believing that as long as he learned 12 out of 10, he would be able to use a sword to run rampant all over the world. But now, he has embarked on a path of his own, how can he be willing to copy the old methods of his predecessors and give up the opportunity to pursue his own way?

——In the ancient times when the heavens and the earth first opened, who legislated and who preached? Why can't I be the one who preaches the law? No matter how magnificent the "Red Moon Sword Technique" is, it is someone else's way, not mine!

Those who learn from me live, and those who resemble me die!

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen's heart floated with a little gratitude for the Blood Emperor.

Although the path that has been united by the predecessors cannot be combined by the descendants, so they can only find another way, but the Blood Emperor Venerable is a dead person, and he will not be an obstacle to my sanctification through the "Red Moon Sword Technique". For the old evil star, I just need you to become a saint and go to the Wind and Rain Tower to destroy this magic weapon, and the previous things are related to me. Learning the "Akatsuki Sword Technique" is the slowest way, but out of pity, I still woke you up with words. In that case, I hope you go further......

Due to the health of your body and the lack of a sense of danger, you have indeed been slow down a bit lately......

Qiu Xing had mixed thoughts for a while, silently put away his sword and returned to the sheath, and went back to the street.

The unbridled atmosphere of the weak under the long street, as well as the earth-shattering battle fluctuations, also attracted the eyes of the few peeps. But in terms of the deterrence of the weak, someone dares to get too close to that side, after all, it is a bad thing to set themselves on fire.

The demon handsome in Tsing Yi clearly believed it, and wanted to test a few words, but he saw the martial saint glance over and asked, "The junior is also a swordsman?" ”

Yingfu kicked his feet and rose into the air, the swallow scribbled the water, the sword light flashed, and his figure fell in front of Xueqiu Xing, staggered two steps forward, knelt down, and stood on the ground with a broken sword.

- Jiang Hong, in his eyes, Chen Fubo's fierce loyalty, and the desperate support of your subordinates, is it worth mentioning?

The wind swept in, and it was shattered by the sword qi.

Yingfu fell to the ground, supported herself and half-knelt up, even if she was angry, she had to deny it, that woman's swordsmanship was still deservedly the first in the sky! Is there anyone in the world worthy of being my opponent!

Qiu Xing, who was watching the battle from close range, because his health was as normal as an ordinary person, it was becoming more and more difficult to withstand the pressure of the momentum of the sainthood level, so he had to move forward again and again to avoid the edge.

Glitter roared in response.

But through the smoke and dust, the burly silhouette could still be seen to climb up sharply.

- And if you are right, all accuracy comes from this false figure, this seemingly glamorous statue, and no one is deceived by me, then you will be allowed to powder this false dream with your own hands, so that the resentment and sweetness of the two hundred and eighty years that the robes have stored under you will be completely ended there!

If you can witness that event with your own eyes, you can save him some time, so what's the matter?

The sword of resentment turned into a violent wind, whistling towards Blood Jiangchen.

The demon handsome in Tsing Yi seemed to finally grasp my thoughts, and with a heavy oh, he took a step back. The unruly aura that came from behind and surged wave after wave disappeared abruptly.

That scene is suspicious to illustrate a fact, except for the two parties on the battlefield, Qiu Xing and the woman in Tsing Yi, who were watching the battle, were not fortunate enough to become witnesses of history, witnessing the birth of another sanctified weak person with a physical body!

The small strip of cloth under its body was torn apart by the sword qi, revealing a rebellious and fierce body, crisscrossed with scars, but full of a sense of strength and weakness. The half-truncated sword was held in its hand, and it showed more and more a handy calmness.

In the collapse of the heavens and the earth, the laws are destroyed, the world falls into the abyss, the ground rises and descends the clouds, all the ideas of moves have lost their basis, and among the small thousands, the light and shadow are blurred, whether it is in hell or the world.

But in reality, I had a hard time breathing, let alone talking.

But it still has to seek a result!

Seeing that the martial saint sighed heavily, the demon handsome in Tsing Yi couldn't help but ask: "Big brother, what is the relationship between him and that old Jiang junior?" Do you think their swordsmanship is not much similar? ”

My heart is filled with anger, and how can I endure a violent entanglement?

Even if it is defeated many times, as long as the body can stand, it will die.

If it is really like what the woman behind her said, a simple and complicated sentence of "is flat" can be summed up, so the belief that Chen Fubo is pursuing, the tragedy of the death of the four hundred robes, and the significance of your return from the dark red sand dunes after two hundred years, have all become a farce?

Should we be ruthless and save your life, or should you remember your loyalty and fight for revenge?

If you want to talk about swordsmen, the demon handsome in Tsing Yi once traveled to the seven seas with a sword when he was old, and his swordsmanship is also vulgar, and he can't fight with Xuangang martial artists. But behind the eyes is the sword saint who has reached the age of the strong crown, and if he wants to be a swordsman himself, he really needs a little bit of cheek.

The Blood Sword Saint sighed heavily against the wind that nearly tore my robe.

There was already a way to come when he woke up from the dream, so Qiu Xingwei killed himself with a sword and led the monarch in the dream away, the white-robed army fell apart, how could these robes who were bleeding in the chaotic army go to lead Chen Fubo?

At that moment, the sword qi I felt came from one place, but from four hundred!

Xuejiang Chen turned around, opened the sword qi that Ying was confused about, and said lightly: "It seems that Ling still insists on holding for the emperor." It's a pity that with his current ability, he can get something back for me. ”

- That is the "steam sword" that fights against the water, breaks the cauldron and sinks the boat, and fights the weak with the strong!

- That person, not the figure that made Chen Fubo swear to death back then, was so downplayed when he mentioned this name that died for me!

Chen Fubo died for that woman is loyalty, and you swung your sword at that woman for Chen Fubo, is it loyalty?

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky in the vault, and a white thunderbolt reflected in the eyes of each of the two men in the battle.

'Lao Tzu is very bad! Qiu Xing replied in his heart.

That sentence stopped the demon handsome in Tsing Yi.

Although the air around them still took on a slightly distorted shape, and the walls of the houses on both sides of the street were also making happy and mournful sounds, within a few feet radius of the most martial saints and the demon marshal in green clothes, they became calm again.

What kind of person is Yingfu after his birth, and he is so weak that he is like that?

Two hundred young people have passed, and none of the witnesses have passed away, and all that is remembered is only the lonely figure between heaven and earth.

The white-robed military array that swept the sky back then, above the whole world, how many people could stop it?

The two men who fought in the storm, and the ground on our feet, were always stained with a drop of rain.

Its burly figure flickered in the rain of swords like a ghost, as if it was incarnated into several figures attacking Xuejiang Chen from all directions, and every time the sword stabbed out, there were no waves that followed, and the vastness was matched.

Wu Sheng's eyes returned to darkness as soon as he went up, exhaled heavily, stretched his tired limbs, and said a few words to the guy behind him who deliberately looked ugly.

The sword momentum is as clear as the scorching sun, covering the sky and sweeping the void, and it is even more hidden that the phantom sound of war drums, the neighing of war horses, and the clash of gold and iron is accompanied. Although there is only one person who wields the sword, he does not have the strength of thousands of troops and horses, swallowing mountains and rivers, and his courage is stoppable.

The handsome man in Tsing Yi looked at me sloppily, saw that my face was getting more and more ugly, and asked, "Is he anything unspeakable?" ”

- If, if your persistence and persistence are accurate, this will make your body shatter on that woman's sword, and wipe out all traces of the existence of the four hundred white-robed troops from history! Since then, some people know about this tragic and sad past, which can be regarded as preserving Chen Fubo's loyalty!

The sword intent is boundary, and he defeated four hundred white robes in just eight moves, what a domineering and amorous manner!

It twisted its dislocated arm, picked up its half-severed sword, and charged at the figure for whom it had died.

- Yes, I am the righteous son of Emperor Zun, and I have to be taught by Emperor Zun to take down the "Assault Sword" of the head of the general among the ten thousand armies, and it is also the peak of its fourth-order "slack". Now that Qiu Xing is dead, there are no more people in the world who are blocking my path, so this boundary between man and God does not exist for me!

Yingfu turned his head, his eyes reflecting the shadow of the sword spine that turned heaven and earth upside down, and he pulled himself out with a weak breath.

The Tsing Yi demon handsome on the side, looking at the Martial Saint's eyes, was several times less bad - it was the Sword Saint who had reached the year of the strong crown! Aren't the current old people so powerful?

"Uhhh

——The white-robed military array is indeed weak, and it is not even possible to defeat Jiang Chen, who is the weakest sword saint in the sky, but without the emperor, there will be more critical soul figures. How can such a military formation be my opponent?

"The juniors are wrong." Wu Shengdao, "It's just a form, and the charm is the same." ”

The demon handsome in Tsing Yi thought for a while and smiled: "It used to be." ”

Either you will be crushed to pieces, or the jade will be burned! General Tong today avenged the revenge of the four hundred robes, and vowed to kill the Red Moon Sword Saint, and he would never return!

Wu Sheng pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a distorted expression of a smile, and scolded in his heart, Lao Tzu's unspeakable hidden is written under his face, will he read it himself?

The momentum of the glow was burning like a blazing fire, as if there was no limit, and it climbed down step by step. My whole being was like the sun falling on the earth, radiating a boundless cold energy with impunity, and a cyclone blew under the street, causing the closed window lattices on both sides to rattle.

It's not that I'm tired of General Tong's entanglement of knowing life and death and moths fighting fire, but out of the intuition of the Sword Master, I keenly observed that before being injured by myself several times, General Tong's qi was only not strong, but seemed to have become weaker.

"He should be grateful to Qiu Xing." The tone of Blood Qiu Xing was as wonderful as a glacier that has changed since ancient times.

At this time, before his body was destroyed by the Red Moon Sword Qi for a few times, the inside looked more and more different from the original appearance.

In the eighth encounter, Glowing's body flew out like a meteor, smashing half of the stone steps on the side of the street.

I have to say a name, and it can only be the woman behind the screen!

In a flash, the battle was still a fiasco.

The four hundred sword qi that traveled through time and space were all trapped in the obstacle, just like a brave cavalry falling into a swamp, even if they didn't have all their skills, they were killed in the blink of an eye.

- In this way, he will also inherit the mantle of the emperor and become the eighth "condemner" of the flesh Tong Yuan under the sand dunes?

Blood Qiu Xing frowned slightly.

It used to be, and now it is, you said it so obviously, his eldest son always has a bad idea to ask this seat for swordsmanship, right?

Pitch-white lightning burst out from all around the glow, wrapping around it like a fairy's ribbon. The half of the "Snatcher" in its palm transformed into a number of white dragons, tearing at the sword qi of Blood Qiu Xing in the chaotic storm, fighting with each other in one breath and moving a thousand moves.

From being beaten away at the end of the meeting, to being unable to resist the defeat of more than ten moves by Blood Jiang Chen, to the mutual attack of the sword qi of the two sides, and hundreds of moves, one of them shows a sign - the huge transformation from a human to a god is regressing under Yingyu's body, and the physical body Tong Yuan in the ideal of the martial saint has become a reality right behind his eyes. And the Martial Saint, who is its monarch, was shocked and still solved a doubt-

Blood Jiang Chen's eyes flashed slightly.

With just one sword, four hundred pitch-white and deep whirlpools were swayed, as if these four hundred white-robed troops had traveled through two hundred and eighty years of time and space, and at this moment they were swinging their swords at me at the same time!

Ying's body, as if out of control, knew that it was the enemy, but under the control of the bounded anger, he raised the broken sword again, and rushed towards this invincible figure with hesitation.

The torrential rain poured down the long street, and was split by several sword shadows, breaking into finer shards and splashing for seven weeks.

The murderous aura of Ying's confusion was almost dispersed. Before it could block a sword, its entire body was knocked out, and just as it was turning over in the air with a volley of Qu Zhi's thoughts, a sword qi that penetrated through the void struck, blasting away the qi wall of its body like a hammer, only to be injured or killed.

Back then, thousands of foreign countries rushed back to Tongguan, facing a million small army, and still had the idea of serving the country with loyalty. Chen Fubo's ideal is so magnificent and small, but it turns out to be just a dream bubble polished by reality!

The chopsticks in Xuejiangchen's hand finally poked back, which was an extraordinary and strange move, but it disrupted time in an instant.

The demon handsome in Tsing Yi wanted to take a look at my strength, but when he saw that my face was frozen like iron blue, which seemed to be fake, he asked with concern: "Big brother, is he still bad?" ”

"They ......" was moved, and I repeated two words, but I was interrupted by this violent and cruel murderous aura.

But slowly, my attention was drawn away by the glow off the field.

Yingfu resisted the huge force coming from under the sword, and was shocked to take several steps, and his arms were numb. But it seemed to feel happy under its arms, and its eyes glared at Jiang Hong, and its original white eyes revealed scarlet and its color.

The sky was pitch white, and the dark clouds were heavy, as if they didn't feel the birth of the Doomsday Demon King, and the gods closed their eyes in fear.