(Like the abyss, like peeking into the angry river, this chapter is very tense, so it is extremely slow, much later, after this chapter, I will write some more, it will still be very slow.) ）

No matter how slow you go, there will always be a moment when you go.

Liu Bai walked in front of Qingxia, walked in front of Jun Mo, and stopped.

At this time, he was more than a foot away from Jun Mo, but it was enough.

The so-called one foot in front of you is just a vague concept.

In fact, Liu Bai's absolute realm depends on his arms as well as the length of his sword.

Wherever he reaches with Qingfeng in his hand, it is the world of the strongest man in the world.

At this time, the distance is perfect, not far and not close, just right for a sword slash.

Distance is a relative concept, it is very fair to the two of them, and Jun Mo naturally feels very perfect, so he didn't think about it, picked up the iron sword, and slashed at Liu Bai.

Without speaking, without gaining momentum, he swung his sword like this.

It's neat, and even a little bright and fresh.

Just like behind him, the green hills that are still green and pleasant in late autumn.

The iron sword fell, and it was like a green mountain falling to the top of Liu Bai's head.

Liu Bai no longer crossed the sword, because at this time, he took out the sword, and it was also a foot in front of him.

This is his first sword in the true sense of the word.

Liu Bai's sword is bound to be a sword.

When the rusty sword in his hand fell, the mottled rust marks disappeared in an instant, and the sword body suddenly brightened, reflecting the flowing clouds in the high sky and the green mountains on the edge of the wilderness, which was extremely beautiful.

This sword seemed to have taken away all the brilliance of heaven and earth, and countless creations in nature.

Incomparably splendid.

The brilliance can be dazzling, brilliant as the scorching sun, which makes people dare not look at it directly, but this sword did not make the eyes of anyone watching the battle in the wilderness feel stinging, but made people intoxicated.

People were mesmerized by the beauty of the scene: celadon sky, silky clouds, warm sunshine, beautiful fields, and a mighty river.

This great river originated in the wilderness. It was originally a trickling stream, stubbornly breaking through the mountains of the Moon Wheel Country, flowing through the primeval forests with fertile soil and abundant rain, undertaking countless rainwater tributaries, and turning into a large river, wrapped in the sediment of the south, and the river water was dyed with a turbid yellow color. The momentum is getting more and more majestic.

The turbidity is surging. The yellow water kept lapping against the black cliffs, stirring up a thousand waves like mud, like ten thousand horses roaring in the midst of it. The sound is amazing.

Among the black cliffs, there was a young man practicing his sword, and his expression was calm. The sound of the waves could not reach his ears, and the vibration of the cliff could not make his steps deviate in the slightest, and he was focused and had nothing left.

The heavens and the earth trembled, but they didn't know that it was because of the surging river, but because of the people who practiced swords by the river.

Liu Bai stepped into the path of cultivation, and saw a surging river at the first acquaintance, so he was considered a peerless genius by the cultivation world, and then he realized his own sword path on the bank of the river, so his swordsmanship is called the Great River Sword.

The great river sword out. Then I saw the great river.

Liu Bai's sword is the great river.

When he draws his sword, the great river will appear.

Anyone who sees this great river will eventually be swallowed up by the raging waters.

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A large river with wide waves.

The turbid yellow river falls from the sky and becomes the heavenly river.

It was as if a hole had been pierced in the sky, and countless rivers outside the dome fell like waterfalls.

There is nothing else in this great river, it is powerful.

The river rushes in.

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Jun Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking at the turbid river, his eyes were still clear streams.

His eyebrows furrowed.

All these details. It all proves that he is starting to get excited at this time.

He has always been a difficult person to get excited, and in the eyes of Ning Que and other juniors, he is a man who is strict to the point of being a little old-fashioned, and he will never be associated with excitement.

The previous victory over Ye Su, the love on his face was from beginning to end. Nothing has changed.

But that's when he was really excited.

Because when he saw this mighty river, he found that he had a feeling of fear.

This kind of affection is strange to him. So he was excited.

He finally saw one of the most powerful swords in the world.

He swung his iron sword and slashed down at the river.

The wide and straight iron sword, carrying the power of the green mountains, slashed heavily into the turbid and rushing river.

The river abruptly parted and rushed towards both banks, revealing a rocky bottom of the river.

The next moment, the river rushed back again, covering the sand and reef.

Jun Mo swung his iron sword again.

The river parted again.

He continued to swing his iron sword.

The river continues to separate and then recovers.

On several occasions, the iron sword slashed to the bottom of the river.

The iron sword cut deep sword marks in the mud at the bottom of the river, and chopped through thousands of piles of rocks.

The sword meets the stone with a dull loud noise.

It's like the sound of striking iron.

Jun Mo continued to swing his sword.

In a single breath, hundreds of iron swords came out.

But it could not stop the surging river from moving southeast.

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The Great River continues to descend.

Liu Bai's sword also continued to move forward.

This great river that falls from the sky is the most magnificent picture that can be seen on earth.

In the face of such a surging Yellow River, human beings will subconsciously give birth to the feeling of looking up, and then indulge in it, even if they wake up, they will not have the courage to resist because of despair.

This is where Taiga swordsmanship is most powerful.

His sword did not borrow the power of heaven and earth.

His sword is a part of heaven and earth, and the most magnificent part.

At this moment, his sword is the embodiment of heaven and earth!

Before the big river, Jun Mo was able to stand still like a pine, silently swinging his sword to resist, which was already far beyond the vast majority of cultivators in the world, but the river was difficult to break, so it was far from enough.

Liu Bai's sword intent is to.

The river roared.

The wind roars.

Crown falls.

Loose buns.

Jun Mo's black hair fluttered.

The hospital uniform on his body had already been cut out of countless thin cuts, and he was covered in blood.

But he didn't feel the slightest wolf, he was still solemn, and it seemed that he was still going to that feast.

The banquet is not over yet.

His expression was still focused, calm, and even a little wooden.

He continued to swing his iron sword.

It's just that at this time, the iron sword no longer opens and closes, but becomes very delicate.

It is as delicate as an embroidery needle in the hand of a pomelo.

Jun Mo began to embroider with an iron sword.

In an instant, the iron sword in his hand trembled many times.

The river is the sword of the willow white.

Those winds and waves were the places where the iron sword and Liu Bai's sword had met hundreds of times before.

Jun Mo carved words in the wind. Carved in the river waves.

He wants to use the most subtle tools to carve the most magnificent rivers and mountains, and use the most silent techniques to decorate the most magnificent and magnificent pictures, just like using time and rain to ponder the bluestone slabs under the eaves.

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In the battle of Qingxia, Jun Mo knew from the beginning that what he would eventually face was Liu Bai.

As Liu Bai said before. Whether it's sword posture or swordsmanship. He is not as good as Liu Bai.

He is not Liu Bai's opponent, so he can only find another way.

Liu Bai once wrote a letter to Ye Hongyu, and a sword was drawn on the letterhead.

Ning Que had seen this sword. Then, in exchange for the Haoran Sword Technique, he copied a copy and put it on the mountain behind the academy.

Before going south to Qingxia this time, Jun Mo looked at the paper for a long time. Only then did he settle the sword intent.

This kind of sword intent is completely opposite to his temperament.

But this is the only way he can come up with after careful consideration.

Just like Ning Que said, the people in the academy have always believed in a truth, if there is only one last way left, it must be the best way.

And he said to Ye Su that after careful consideration, it was determined that a certain rule was reasonable. Then even if tens of millions of people are in front, they can not take a step back, this is the observance.

So even if he wanted to oppose it, he still insisted.

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In order to defeat Liu Bai, Jun Mo made the most adequate preparations, from fierce to extremely subtle, and gave full play to his swordsmanship. This is truly his strongest moment.

However, the Yellow River is the Yellow River after all.

Liu Bai is Liu Bai after all.

He is not a willow branch on the riverside, a shepherd boy grazing cattle under the willows, a wild man on a sheepskin raft, a widow pushed into the turbid waves, not a reef in the river.

He is the Great River.

No matter how freely Jun Mo's sword intent can be wielded. Before this big river, it was still slightly inferior.

It's just a slight gap.

The words in the air are not yet finished. The flower in the waves is still one petal away.

The autumn wind picked up the traces, and the waves collected the sword flowers.

His sword broke through the iron sword and came to Jun Mo's side.

There was a soft thud.

The second senior brother's right arm was broken at the shoulder, and he fell far into the green mountain, and he didn't know where he fell.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand was broken into two at the same time.

If it can be faster for a moment, then Liu Bai's sword will be broken first.

Jun Mo couldn't be faster for a moment, so his right arm holding the iron sword was broken.

Countless subtle sword cuts appeared on him.

These thin mouths all came from Liu Bai's sword intent.

The college uniform on his body was all wet, and blood kept dripping to the ground.

Blood poured out of the severed arm like a rushing river.

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Looking at Liu Bai in front of him, Jun Mo's face was very pale.

At this time, his right arm was broken, and the iron sword flew away without a trace.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand was only half cut off.

A broken sword is also a sword, and it can still kill.

Liu Bai didn't stop because he couldn't stop it.

His sword is a great river sword, and what falls is the river water, and it cannot be collected until the castration is exhausted.

It's no use crying over spilt milk..

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Liu Bai held the broken sword in his hand and slashed towards Jun Mo.

The great river reappears.

The surging momentum of the Yellow River is better than before.

Whoever sees the river will die.

No one on earth can resist this great river.

Because of the water of the Yellow River, it came from the sky.

Rushing to the sea and never returning.

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The broken sword is getting closer.

You can even see the metal lines at the broken sword.

Jun Mo knew that he was wrong.

From the beginning of the Battle of Qingxia, he was wrong.

More precisely, he was wrong when he was in college.

He shouldn't have looked at the paper, he shouldn't have looked at the sword.

He shouldn't have thought about what Liu Bai would do, and then he was sure what he would do.

That would cost him his most powerful thing.

Maybe it's called faith, or maybe it's pride.

He should only think about what he should do, as he has done all these years.

As for whether the opponent is Liu Bai or someone else, what does it matter?

Watching the river rushing towards him, Jun Mo thought so.

If you don't look at the sword, you won't see it.

This sword made the world intoxicated by the sight of the river and despaired.

Then, it is gone.

If you know your mistakes, you must correct them, regardless of when and where.

So in the face of this most powerful sword in the world, he closed his eyes.

The river rushed and fell from the sky, as if it were about to wash away the whole field in front of the green hills.

Only he, who did not see this scene, did not feel the majesty of this great river.

The turbid yellow water is everywhere, and if you don't see it, you won't be there.

The broken sword in Liu Bai's hand slashed into the air.

This is the first time that the Great River Sword has been cut in the air since its inception.

Because you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky.