The sound of a clear sword chant resounded in the sky above Icemoon City, and a third wave of hindrers rushed from the front, and the people who came were three middle-aged people, all of them dressed in sackcloth, stepping on flying swords, and all three of them were blind people who could not see.

Taoist Edgeworth, Blind Swordsman?

The pupils of Murong Jiu's eyes contracted, and the three seemingly ordinary middle-aged people in front of him, each of them should not be underestimated. The miraculous Taoist sword technique is the basic technique of a cultivator; when he pinched the sword technique, the flying sword was suddenly born like a dragon, and he beheaded a person thousands of miles away, which was indeed extremely powerful.

On the battlefield where Murong Jiu killed the Baqi Demon Snake in the Spirit Realm, the ancient immortal Lu Dongbin he had seen was the supreme powerhouse of Taoist swordsmanship. Cultivating Taoism, sinking dantian, accumulating vitality, cultivating the original spirit, and ancient martial arts have the same ability!

What's more, the three middle-aged people in front of them were all blind people, and reaching the realm of God Kings in the cultivation world with such a body could only show that the perseverance and tenacity of the three of them and their spiritual strength were extremely strong.

"Murong Jiu, the three monsters of the Purple Mountain, come to fight. The three blind swordsmen stood in the void, they gently stroked the sword body, their calm posture was not so domineering, and said lightly.

Fought by three blind swordsmen from the Purple Mountain, this battle is bound to be exciting. The spectators stared at the void with burning eyes, expecting Murong Jiu and the blind swordsman to spark an extraordinary battle.

Indeed, on the one hand, there are eccentric swordsmen who have been famous for twenty years, and on the other hand, there are young gods and demons who have been born out of thin air, cultivators and warrior gods and demons...... The next battle is full of unknowns. Of course, it's going to be exciting.

"The three seniors are polite, please. ”

This time to go to Ice Moon City, it means fighting! The Yuan Force of God and Demon is surging in his body, Murong Jiu flapped his wings, and the Great Peng rushed forward quickly, against the cultivator of the Imperial Envoy Flying Sword, he may only have the strength of a martial artist to attack the enemy's shortcomings.

The battle mood was high, he held a black wooden stick in his hand, and turned into afterimages, and a fierce aura surged outside his body. His fighting stance is strong and domineering.

The three blind swordsmen listened to the sound and identified their positions. The super psychic power locked on Murong Jiu, and in their spiritual world, Murong Jiu's attack posture and attack trajectory clearly appeared, and the three flying swords in their palms felt Murong Jiu's killing intent. There was a slight tremor like a warning.

Three blind swordsmen hold the sword trick. The three flying swords burst through the air and struck. The sword aura is sharp, the sword light is cold, and its swift passing speed is like light.

A flying sword under the sword mastery. Its most astonishing attack power was the speed of light and shadow that was difficult to capture, even with Murong Jiu's divine and demonic induction power, he couldn't clearly see their trajectory, just three sword lights in his divine thoughts, his body suddenly felt a sharp murderous aura.

The body twisted his waist to avoid it, and the three flying swords shot dangerously and dangerously next to Murong Jiu's skin - the cold of the sword was piercing, and several blood feathers on his wings were cut off and fell from the air.

Curious and dangerous sword magic!

The extremely fast flying sword speed was already comparable to the lightning of the sword rainbow, and Murong Jiu's dodge was completely due to his body's keen sensitivity to danger in countless battles, so that he could dodge independently-this was completely his body's subconscious autonomous behavior.

In such a fast sword speed, the eyes have completely lost the ability to capture, and even if the eyes can see the flying sword clearly, it will be too late after the main soul has made a judgment and given a command to the brain. In such a situation, Murong Jiu simply closed his eyes, tore off a piece of black cloth, and blindfolded his eyes, avoiding and counterattacking, he completely relied on his body's ability to react to danger autonomously.

The feathers on the blood wings were cut off with a single blow, and the god and demon young man Murong Jiu seemed to show his defeat - the cultivators watching the battle below, the admirers were worried, and the disgusted ones rejoiced, after all, Murong Jiu entered the Ice Moon City alone and risked his life arrogantly, and his defeat meant death!

Murong Jiu blindfolded his eyes with black cloth, which in the eyes of weak cultivators and ordinary people, was undoubtedly a death and death: the flying sword was attacking at a high speed, and they couldn't wait to have a few more pairs of eyes, so that they could see the shooting direction of the flying sword more clearly, and there was no reason to be blindfolded!

However, in the eyes of the strong man and the three blind swordsmen, Murong Jiu's approach was to find a way to crack it - in the shooting speed of the flying sword, the eyes can no longer provide better snooping energy, so only by temporarily abandoning and closing the external eyes can the inner "heart eye" be opened more and more clearly.

Blocking the light of the outside world, as well as the disturbance of chaos on his eyes, the darkness in his eyes quieted Murong Jiu's spirit, and his body stood quietly in the void, he concentrated on feeling the sound of the wind outside his body, and even the sound of the air, the flow of heaven and earth vitality.

Suddenly, his body felt the killing intent of the sword qi...... Turning his body, folding his wings, and raising his arms lightly, the instantaneous movement of his body dodging on his own allowed him to successfully dodge the whirling shots of the three flying swords, but his sleeve was cut alive and a crack was made.

Once again, he successfully avoided the flying sword, but Murong Jiu, who should have been happy, frowned, and the feeling of the dangerous and dangerous flying sword made him feel passive.

Wrong!

It may be right to be blindfolded, but you can't let your body take it upon yourself to avoid danger. Avoidance, this is a means of defense for self-protection, but this is not suitable for Murong Jiu - on the road of the strong, what he needs is a fearless attack, and attack is also the best defense for self-protection!

The high-spirited mood of the battle gradually began to subside, and Murong Jiu's tense body also relaxed, the god and demon yuan and the boiling blood in his body also slowly calmed down the mania of the battle, and the heart beating firmly became slower and slower...... He forgot about the Ice King's Hongmen Banquet, put down the 100,000 cultivators below, and even he threw away the three blind swordsmen and the three flying swords he was fighting against.

Leaving behind everything in the outside world, his spiritual platform became more and more empty, and gradually entered the ethereal realm of selflessness.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The three flying swords attacked like dragons, and Murong Jiu's body dodged in a flash, but the sword qi still cut through his clothes.

Shout. Whoa, whoa!

The nimble flying sword quickly turned around and killed back, Murong Jiu narrowly avoided it, and was cut off a few strands of long hair.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...... The three sharp flying swords shot Murong Jiu continuously, and the screaming sound of breaking the air pierced the ear drums, but Murong Jiu was completely immersed in the ethereal state of mind, and his body dodged and dodged. Completely dependent on the autonomy of the body. One after another, sword qi cut through his clothes, cut through his flesh and blood. However, he was unmoved, as if he didn't know how to feel.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...... Murong Jiu passively avoided falling into the inferior position, and in the shooting of the flying sword, he was already covered in bruises. Patches of blood-colored feathers were slashed down.

Passively dodge flying swords. This doesn't mean that Murong Jiu's blood wings cooperate with the free walk. The speed at which the two stack together is not as fast as the flying sword. But he, who didn't know about the sword arts, guessed that the cultivator's Yuanshen Flying Sword would definitely not be ordinary, otherwise. Swordworth's magic is not widely respected in the cultivation world - a sword to go all over the world is a true portrayal of a top cultivator.

How powerful the cultivators were, Murong Jiu didn't know, but he thought that they would definitely not be lower than the ancient martial artists of the same level, not to mention, they were even more mysterious, and the exercises were quite bizarre.

Murong Jiu's mind was meticulous, he wanted to explore the supernatural sword art at a small price and destroy the three blind swordsmen.

Murong Jiu avoided the flying sword, he had become more and more skillful and natural, and every time he raised his hand and foot, he had begun to show the subtlety of flowing water, and the three flying swords could no longer easily hurt his body.

Murong Jiu's true situation clearly appeared in the spiritual world of the three blind swordsmen. Since accepting the mission of obstructing Murong Jiu, they learned about Murong Jiu's deeds, although they did not deny that Murong Jiu was a young and strong man, but they did not agree that he was able to defeat the swordsmanship of the three of them. However, the god and demon youth in the spiritual world, his figure is becoming more and more unreal, and the natural temperament of the antelope hanging horns makes the three blind swordsmen have to pay attention, maybe Murong Jiu is the immortal youth who has not met in 10,000 years!

The chaotic sword tricks were played in pieces, and in the inducement of the three blind swordsmen, the three flying swords shook the ground, and a flying sword with the same handle appeared in its shape...... In the void, under the gaze of the 100,000 cultivators, the three flying swords turned into hundreds, and hundreds turned into thousands of thousands, and the dense flying swords lined up in the void, and the tips of the swords pointed at Murong Jiu, who was blindfolded, in the distance. In the sunlight, the sword light reflected a cold brilliance of Dawson.

Sword-Magic - Ten Thousand Swords!

Thousands of flying swords appeared in the air, giving a strong shock to the 100,000 cultivators below. What kind of concept is that flying sword salvo that covers the sky and the sun? In everyone's expectations, Murong Jiu will definitely be finished, and he will be shattered by ten thousand swords!

"Hurry!" Thousands of flying swords, under the control of the three blind swordsmen, roared and shot towards Murong Jiu, and the icy murderous aura swept towards Murong Jiu's body like a hurricane.

In the ethereal state of mind, a series of sword lights emerged, and their infinitely fast flying swords, their speed seemed to be blessed with the slow force of the rules of time-the speed of thousands of flying swords was slow, and the lines and veins on the sword body were clearly revealed.

The target of thousands of flying swords was none other than Murong Jiu, and the surging murderous aura hit his cheeks and shaved his long hair.

"Dragon Claw Hand, Thousand Illusion Fingers!"

With a clear roar like a goshawk roaring into the sky, Murong Jiu moved.

The light of the two eyes shot through the blindfolded black cloth and projected forward, his hands were hooked straight like dragon claws, he fearlessly bullied forward, his hands came out together, and the sky was like phantom dragon claws into thousands of flying swords, flicking his fingers, and the sound of tinkling gold and iron was endless.

Fight against the Ten Thousand Sword Trick with the Thousand Illusion Fingers!

With the assistance of Murong Jiukongming's state of mind, he clearly detected the veins of the sword body of a flying sword, and then used his fierce dragon claw hand to perform a flick of his fingers—each of his fingers flicked against the sword body of thousands of flying swords.

The sorrowful groan of the sword sounded one after another, and thousands of flying swords were broken from the sword technique, and they returned to the three flying swords again, but at this time, the flying swords were already covered with fine cracks, and they were no longer sharp. At the same time, the three blind swordsmen who were closely related to the flying sword were pale and their mouths were bleeding.

"The three seniors have conceded. ”

Murong Jiu raised his hand and removed the black cloth cover from his eyes, he looked at the three blind swordsmen opposite from a distance, for cultivators, the Yuan Shen Flying Sword was no less than their arm, the flying sword was defeated by someone, and it directly injured their Yuan Shen - they were already defeated.

In Ice Moon City, Murong Jiu would never commit a reckless murder unless he had to, and he would win one and a half moves like a point, which was the self-restraint he had to follow. After all, this is Ice Moon City, under the gaze of 100,000 cultivators, he is too spicy, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not cause public anger;

Of course, Murong Jiu's ability to win was entirely due to the fact that he had the will of gods and demons, intercepted the will of heaven and earth in the ethereal state of mind, the subtlety of the unity of heaven and man, allowing him to climb the battle mood to the highest point in an instant, and the Lingtai's "heart eye" captured the trajectory of the flying sword.

He was able to win dangerously and dangerously, which is undeniably a bit of luck, but it is not necessarily, if he does not have a high talent and his own strong spiritual power, he will not be able to easily enter the ethereal state of mind that a martial artist dreams of, let alone intercept the will of heaven and earth.

"What a handsome martial arts god and demon!Murong Jiu, I look forward to your path going farther and farther...... "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a generation of new people is better than the old people. The three blind swordsmen retreated in defeat, their figures showing a hint of loneliness and loneliness.

Murong Jiu won a move, which did not mean that he was able to successfully kill the three blind swordsmen at the moment of desperate fighting. This obstruction battle is a gentleman's battle without grudges, and it will stop at the point, and one move will determine the winner or loser. Of course, if Murong Jiu is defeated, then there is only a sad matter.

The arrogant Murong Jiu won after all, and the cultivators and worshippers below rejoiced; the disgusted ones were still disgusted, hmph, you were lucky to win but you were almost cut off by someone, wait and see, see how you die in the next battle!

Murong Jiu decided to win three Yuan Shen Flying Swords, and he was not easy...... Gradually calming his trembling hands, he raised his eyes and looked ahead, and walked forward in the sky - there would still be obstructors, but there was no way back for him!

The wings on his back regrew new blood-colored feathers, and the muscles that had been cut by his sword qi had also scabbed over and recovered as they had been in the process of absorbing the Heaven and Earth Vitality by himself...... He is constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, preparing for a full vitality body, and fighting the next wave of obstructors. (To be continued......)