I saw two fingers stretched out in the sky, like jade, slender and powerful.

Cross-sectioned.

The two fingers and Li Mu's spear were facing each other.

Then.

Finger tapping.

Bite!

A crunch!

Then.

While!!

Everyone saw the dragon-like spear in Li Mu's hand, and immediately trembled and buzzed, and directly took it out of Li Mu's hand.

Then the two fingers reached forward again.

"Poof" "Poof"

Li Mu and the Moon God spurted out mouthfuls of blood at the same time.

The difference is that Li Mu's eyes instantly returned to clarity.

And the moon god standing behind Jiang Taiyi suddenly turned pale and bloodless, transparent like paper.

"Luna!" Yun Zhongjun raised his eyebrows, and then looked at the master in horror.

"The Yin and Yang Family's Heart Control Mantra, cultivated to this point, is not bad, but unfortunately, it is still not strong enough, if it is changed to the Six Souls Fear Mantra, I can't say it, it can make me more serious......"

The man spoke.

At this time, everyone on the long street looked over.

All were horrified.

Juggernaut!

No one needs to sign up, everyone knows that he must be the Sword Saint.

Only the Sword Saint has such a domineering sword aura, invisibly, like heaven and earth, enveloping all directions, flowing in all directions.

It was a man about forty years old.

Dressed in white and with black hair, his nose groove is like an eagle, his eyes are deep, his face and hands are as clear as snow, his eyes are focused and determined, and he is dressed in a wide robe, fluttering freely in the wind, and his body is like a mountain in the world, which is insurmountable.

Jiang Taiyi also looked at the person with a slight smile.

Grand Master.

Is this the strongest realm that this world has come out of so far?

The moon god was beside Yun Zhongjun, his face was gloomy, his lips were pale, and his eyes fell on the tall white-clothed sword saint, mainly in the man's hand: "Long Yuan, it's really Cao Qiudao." ”

Long Yuan!

Everyone's eyes shifted to the palm of the man's hand, which held a sheathed sword in his palm, the whole body was ancient and simple, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with seven precious stones.

Seven Star Dragon Yuan!

The strongest sword forged by Ou Yezi, the strongest swordsmith in ancient and modern times!

Now in the hands of the strongest swordsman in the world.

Since it is Long Yuan, there is no doubt that the person in front of him is the Sword Saint Cao Qiudao.

The wine beard had already retreated to Lu Buwei's side, with a hint of helpless bitterness, and said: "Brother Nowei, it seems that the sky is thinner than you, I didn't expect Zhao Guo to really invite the Sword Saint, we can't leave." ”

Lu Buwei's lips trembled slightly, he didn't want to believe it.

Ying Yiren's legs were slightly weak.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the powerful existence of the white-clothed sword, and he undoubtedly became the center between heaven and earth at this time, and every move was imposing.

Cao Qiudao looked at Lian Po, plain and calm, and said, "How is Lin Xiangru?" ”

Lian Po was covered in blood, but his will was still high, but when Cao Qiudao asked the old man, the whole person seemed to be drained of strength, and the white hair also floated down, and he said gloomily:

"Half a day ago, I passed away."

Lin Xiangru passed away.

Hearing the news from Lian Po's mouth, even the Moon God and Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but think of the old man who had recaptured the "Heshi Bi" for the Zhao State with his own strength and exchanged it for fifteen cities.

He's dead.

It seems that an era is destined to come to an end.

Cao Qiu looked at the sky: "It's dead." ”

"Hmm." Lian Po turned to look at Jiang Taiyi, as well as the people behind Jiang Taiyi, and said: "But before the old Xiangguo died, he was still thinking about the Zhao State, and after the defeat of Changping, the prince of the Qin State would inevitably have to think about fleeing back to China, so he had to invite His Excellency the Sword Saint in advance to come to Zhao to help, which can be regarded as the last words of the old Xiangguo before his death." ”

"Last words."

Cao Qiudao looked at Jiang Taiyi and the others, his eyelids closed slightly, and said

"Understood, don't worry."

His words were always concise.

But with just six words, everyone understood what he was trying to say.

All of a sudden.

The Moon God, Yun Zhongjun, and Wine Beard, the masters who stood beside Lu Buwei and Ying Yiren, were all tense.

Judging from the fact that the Sword Saint descended to Li Mu with one finger just now and injured the Moon God with a snap of his fingers, the Great Grandmaster is simply the peak existence of today, and there is no opponent, unless it is the ancient Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, Guangcheng, Li Er and other immortals who have been resurrected into the world, otherwise, it is difficult for anyone to be his opponent at all.

This is not an exaggeration, the sword saint, the sword saint, the sword is a weapon, a weapon of killing, the sons are called holy in learning, this person is called holy in the way of the sword, even if he is the same great master, the killing power is not the same.

Yun Zhongjun and Moon God met Cao Qiudao's gaze, just their eyes, they seemed to feel the terrifying sword light, as if it was substance, it could cut them with a thousand swords.

Just looking at it, it can actually make the two great grandmasters not have any strength to make a move.

The two young grandmasters of the Yin and Yang family were in despair.

Fortunately, Cao Qiudao just glanced at them, as if he was looking at flowers and plants, and turned his gaze directly at the young man who had been standing in front of him.

"Before I came here, I felt an extremely strong sword aura, and then, I heard someone say 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword'."

Cao Qiudao held the sword in his palm, looked at Jiang Taiyi levelly, and said:

"It seems that you are the source of Fang Cai's sword qi, I vaguely feel a trace of a feeling in you that you can be my enemy, if you are really Guiguzi, then take out the sword, if you can not die under my sword, I will call the shots and let you leave here with people."

Assertive!

Overbearing!

Lian Po's face was slightly shocked, and he said, "Mr. Cao, don't be careless. ”

Cao Qiudao didn't say a word.

Just looking at Jiang Taiyi.

Everyone looked at Jiang Taiyi.

When Jiang Taiyi heard this, he pulled out the wooden sword from the ground and said:

"I'm not really good at swordsmanship."

He has learned a lot in his life.

thereinto

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, are just small means.

"But since you said so, in order to repay your friend's personal favor, I'll take you with a sword."

Wooden sword in hand.

His eyes are level, and his temperament is idle, like a child holding a sword.

Cao Qiudao's eyes were calm: "What I hold in my hand is the world's first famous sword 'Long Yuan', you take a wooden sword, you are really confident, it seems that this generation of Mr. Guigu is extremely unruly, whether it is good, it is good." ”

No one knows what he meant by the two "okay".

Just know.

After Cao Qiudao finished saying the last two words.

Between heaven and earth, it was quiet all of a sudden.

In an instant, an incomparably magnificent sword intent rose into the air, soaring straight into the sky of the nine heavens, and the vast sword intent was overwhelming in all directions.

The sword intent was criss-crossed in all directions, shrouded in infinite golden light.

Under everyone's gaze, the sword saint Cao Qiudao's whole person seemed to be crowned, turning into a god king holding the heavenly sword in his hand, slaughtering all spirits, driving his own conquest, conquering all rebellions, and begging for revolt.

Overbearing! Overbearing!

This is the domineering swordsmanship of the Sword Master!

Everyone saw that the sword saint, who was a hundred feet away from Jiang Taiyi, suddenly stepped forward and suddenly took out his sword.

Thundered!

The sword intent that seemed to be like a substance swept across the heavens and the earth, cutting through the sky, turning into a thick bucket-like sword light, and slashing towards Jiang Taiyi and everyone behind him.

Instantly.

Everyone felt that they were in the middle of the long river of swordsmanship, and as soon as their eyes were black, a blood-red "death" appeared in their hearts.

Die!

All are going to die!

Under the sword of the Sword Master, everyone has to die!!