The wind and snow were in a trance, and Chen Zhuo only felt a flower in front of him, and there was a tingling pain at the top of his skull.

The sword light was already above his head, and the sword qi was directed at Baihui.

The sword was in the sky, but Murong Longcheng was still in place, looking at it with a smile, his right hand and making a sword finger, pointing at the sword intent, controlling it in the air, standing in the wind and snow.

A sword flew.

"Flying swords? Interesting! ”

Seeing this sword immortal's first-class means, even Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, and he secretly contemplated.

"Got it."

He moved to the right under his feet, and a four-foot white light fell from the sky in an instant, dragging the sword of Qingyue like a dragon, and it disappeared into the snow at his feet.

But Chen Zhuo's feet did not stop, he turned sharply, and between the dodges, the snow and ice exploded, and the white mangs reappeared, from the bottom up, breaking through the air.

It's just a blink of an eye, a sword misses, Bai Mangfu flies back again, chasing Chen Zhuo, the cold mangs on the sword are swallowed, trembling for no reason, the buzzing sound shocks people's eardrums, it is a dense wind and snow and suddenly separates a long gap, like heaven and earth for cloth, being cut into two.

Chen Zhuo turned sharply, his steps were dexterous and strange, he leaned sideways, and the flying sword light had already grazed his throat, but it flew not far away, and with the light turn of Murong Longcheng's sword finger, the tip of the divine sword immediately shook, and it turned around again.

Fast, too fast!!

Like the gangrene of the appendage, several reciprocations have intertwined one terrifying sword net after another.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

……

The night has fallen, and at this time, there is only a white light swimming away in the wind and snow, and it is difficult for the naked eye to chase.

Seeing that the sword momentum was getting stronger and faster, Chen Zhuo's momentum suddenly slowed down, and his right hand saw the opportunity, and he actually introduced the divine sword into his sleeve.

He moved again under his feet, his body was like a spinning top in the snow, his arms were swinging his sleeves and flying, and the wind was immediately fierce around him, the frost and snow were surging, and a snowspout was pulled up several feet high, and the momentum was amazing.

But I saw Chen Zhuo's green clothes agitating, and there was a faint wisp of obscure white light wandering around his body.

Changing the momentum, waiting to turn a few times, his left hand suddenly flicked, a touch of white mangs from his sleeve and spit out, flew straight out, "poof", obliquely inserted into the ground.

"Good!"

As soon as the long sword fell, a murderous intent appeared in front of Chen Zhuo, and Murong Longcheng didn't know when he had pounced on him, his eyes were wide open, and he smiled loudly, a majestic and domineering face was close at hand, and the sword pointed directly at Chen Zhuo's eyebrows.

Chen Zhuo felt a chill all over his body, and a round of arc moon-like cold light flew out of his sleeve in an instant, and at the same time wrapped around Murong Longcheng's neck.

But as soon as his scimitar fell, his eyes immediately changed, but the Murong Dragon City in front of him was scattered like flying sand, not flesh and blood, but under Chen Zhuo's surprised and stunned gaze, it turned into wisps of invisible sword qi, and dispersed one by one.

This is actually the body left by the sword qi?

Before he could react, a wisp of fierce and ruthless vulgar sword qi suddenly pierced through the wind and snow, and the space was in the center of Chen Zhuo's eyebrows.

As soon as he succeeded, he saw Murong Longcheng stepping with his hands in his hands, stepping on the snow with frost, and walking out leisurely.

He looked at Chen Zhuo, who had an extra bloody hole in his eyebrows, and said with a calm face: "If you can die in the hands of me, the number one in the world, you can be regarded as dead." ”

With that, Murong Longcheng picked up the long sword, waved his sleeves, and was ready to turn around and leave.

But his cheeks twitched, but he saw that Chen Zhuo, who should have been killed with one blow, suddenly glanced at him, smiled, didn't say anything about the move, and turned his head to look at the other side, as if there was someone there.

Who will it be?

Murong Longcheng not only twitched his cheeks at this time, but also the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched, he turned his head to look, but saw that in the sudden wind and snow, a majestic figure was standing as quietly as a stone, looking at him motionless.

It's still Chen Zhuo.

The pupils of Murong Longcheng's eyes shrank first and then dilated, and there was no figure in front of him, the wind and snow were as old as before, and everything was like an illusion.

"Spiritual Dafa?"

"Since this seat dares to lead the world, how can it be that there is only this little trick, since you are a character who has existed in the world for two hundred years, you should think that there are people in this world who can not be seen clearly by their appearance alone, otherwise where do you think so many miraculous tricks come from?"

Chen Zhuo's words were slow and reasonable, but when it fell into Murong Longcheng's ears, it was earth-shattering.

Murong Longcheng's face changed completely, and he said in a deep voice: "I should have thought of which figure you are from the past and present?" ”

After his muscles and bones changed, Chen Zhuo's youth-like face seemed to have matured a lot.

He tilted his head, shook his shoulders, but did not use the "Pure Yang Supreme Skill", the black gas under his eyes was pervasive, and outside his body, the evil aura was great, his knife eyes narrowed, and Sen Ran smiled: "Guess!" ”

As soon as the two words fell, a fist had arrived in front of Murong Longcheng in an instant.

Straightforward, domineering and decisive.

There was an obscure qi enveloping the fist, absorbing the only remaining light between heaven and earth, as if holding a black hole.

Murong Longcheng tightened his whole body, and blocked with a horizontal sword.

It's just that it's okay not to block it, he blocked it, and there was a big mountain on the body of the Lijue Sword, the fist was as thick as a mountain, the fist intent was monstrous, and it was filled with a tragic aura of blood and fire, which actually made Murong Longcheng smell a strong bloody breath in the illusion, but it was not seen in an instant, only the cold wind remained.

Murong Longcheng's color changed, this person's fist intent could actually affect people's six senses.

Click!

With a punch, the divine sword that had been with him for many years collapsed in an arc and let out an overwhelmed groan.

Chen Zhuo pressed people with force, forced people with force, pressed his fist against the trembling sword body, his upper body slowly sank, his eyes pulled in little by little, all in a rebellious and arrogant state, condescendingly looking at Murong Longcheng who was pressed down a little bit.

"No. 1 in the world? What I like to clean up the most is the number one in the world. ”

"Humph!"

Murong Longcheng snorted coldly, and his eyes also bloomed with monstrous murderous intent, and the already bright long sword rose with a faint green light, swallowing and shrinking, enveloping the sword body, and the four-foot long sword immediately grew again, and there seemed to be a sharp edge on the spine of the sword.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo's right fist pressed hard.

The two immediately separated.

Murong Longcheng took a few steps back, and as soon as he stood still, the long sword in his hand had already made a few crisp noises, and then it shattered inch by inch under his stunned and gloomy face, and then looked, only the hilt of the sword was in his hand.

What a domineering fist.

Although he knew that Chen Zhuo's fists must be hidden, he never thought that it would be so powerful.

The sword shattered, and another punch followed.

Chen Zhuo was silent, the dragon and tiger steps under his feet, the green robe hunting, the black hair was flying, the snow waves were rolling behind him, and while he was moving forward, the other punch had been lifted into the air, moving his body like a bow, lifting his arm like an arrow, and punching like a target, smashing it into Murong Longcheng's heart.

Murong Longcheng wanted to withdraw and dodge, but he suddenly found that no matter how he dodged, it seemed that he couldn't avoid this punch, and a killing intent that even made him frightened fell on him.

Eccentric.

Although he knew that he couldn't avoid it, he still flew back, and at the same time, his two fingers together, and the sword qi broke through the air again and again, like a meteor shower, approaching Chen Zhuo.

It was just that under that punch, all the sword qi emitted by Murong Longcheng collapsed.

Invincible, invincible.

Obviously, seeing that there were not many fancy skills, just a simple punch, Murong Longcheng lowered his eyes in disbelief and looked at his chest.

On the chest, a heavy punch landed on it.

(End of chapter)