Under Cuiyun Peak, looking at the figure that fell in the air, everyone watching the battle under the mountain couldn't help but be in an uproar.

"Someone fell."

"Yang Shen, it's Yang Shen."

"He was defeated."

……

The battle had just begun, and there were already people who had already fallen from the top, and the result was both surprising and justified.

After all, Du Yang Shen, the top swordsman on the peak, is the youngest, and he is also a rising star, so it doesn't seem strange to show his defeat first.

Fu Hongxue glanced at the peak of Cuiyun Peak again, then turned around and walked into the depths of the wind and snow, and disappeared without a trace.

Li Ducian exclaimed without hesitation.

With a long roar coming out of his chest and abdomen, Guo Ding's momentum had climbed to the extreme that he had never seen before, and the light in his eyes was so dense that it almost turned into substance, as if he was about to burst out of his eyes.

Li Ducian suddenly stopped the knife in his hand, and looked at the snow in the sky with interest, and unconsciously, this petal of flying snow actually had a faint touch of blood, and the red made people tremble.

……

If this is the case, then what is the point of his years of hard training? Is all his hard work, all his dedication to kendo, meaningless?

He held the pestle sword in one hand, lowered his body, and half-knelt in the snow to resist Li Dui's surging and majestic qi; While he was about to pounce, his black hair was all swaying with the wind, the white mist between his mouth and nose was churning, and his eyes were wide with anger, like a fierce tiger.

Fu Hongxue sighed secretly, if there was really something strange about this matter, it must be for the World Alliance, and it must be for Li Ducian.

The man who shot was dressed in black and carried a black knife on his back, but he was a cripple at the same time.

It turned out that this person's surname was Xiao, and he was met by Fu Hongxue in Kunlun Mountain when he traveled to the Central Plains, and claimed to be the descendant of Xiao Wangsun, the owner of the "Valley of the Kings".

This man has drawn his sword.

A sword flying snow, Xue Qingbi.

Guo Ding's sword pointed at him, his fingertips sword qi was swallowed, condensed into a sword, and he had broken through the surging snow waves in front of him, and then walked forward, walked towards Li Dui, bent his arms, waved his fingers, and slashed out a sword.

After saying that, this person looked at Yang Shen again, thought for a while, grabbed it with one hand, and then helped him up, "Fu Daxia, why don't I send this person over." ”

Fu Hongxue shook her head, "I'm just coming to take a look." ”

Not only that, but in recent times, there is a divine sword on the rivers and lakes that is inextricably linked with the Xiao family.

It was as if someone had drawn a brush on the snow.

Xue Qingbi stood with a sword, but there was no joy on his face, only a weak paleness.

It wasn't until the other party took Yang Shen away that Fu Hongxue glanced at it thoughtfully.

Since this Xiao clan is hiding from the world because of the Blue Dragon Society, is it possible that the real Xiao clan people have been wiped out.

People are in mid-air, above Li Dui's head.

But it was Guo Ding who fell.

It's no wonder that there are men and women, young and strong, and old people, but there are no children and children.

You must know that the reproduction of offspring and the inheritance of bloodlines are the most important matters related to the life and death of a family.

In the frost and snow, I saw a sword mark that almost spanned the entire peak, silently appeared, and it was clearly visible in three points into the stone.

……

And on that peak, not long after Yang Shen was defeated and retreated, there was another earth-shattering roar.

Fu Hongxue suddenly saw a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe walking out, with blue robes and black boots, white scarves and white socks, looking gentle and elegant, and his temperament was extraordinary

But I saw the vast snow like a stormy wave, sweeping in all directions.

In the rolling snow waves, several top swordsmen who were admired by the entire rivers and lakes in the past can only support them hard, and now they can only support it, not to mention the moves, just parrying has consumed most of their strength, which is really miserable.

"Ahh

"Hmm...... Good sword! ”

Without waiting for a group of people to take a closer look, Fu Hongxue had fallen into the snow curtain of the mountains and forests and disappeared.

He whispered, "Come in!" ”

On the low mountain, Fu Hongxue glanced at the peak of Cuiyun Peak, and then put down Yang Shen in his hand.

And the reason why Fu Hongxue was suspicious of the other party, the timing of the appearance of the knife was too coincidental, it was not long after the Xiao clan set foot in the Central Plains, and the places where they appeared were not far away.

As soon as the sword fell, Guo Ding's remaining strength was not lost, and he took a few steps forward and stood behind Li Ducian.

The flesh and blood body actually vaguely exhaled sword qi at this moment, blooming with a sharp edge.

It's just that in the next moment, all the abnormal sounds disappeared again, and the sword light in the sky also condensed into a beam, turning into a green sword body in front of Li Dui, stabbing straight into his heart.

In all directions, countless sword lights poked out from the wind and snow, sword shadows came and went, and fast people forgot to die.

But these people don't care......

"Ah, the Bai Family Divine Sword?"

Xue Qingbi was already ready to attack, and the Shenfeng in his hand had been dyed red with blood, which was his own blood.

And the person in front of him is the remnants of the Green Dragon Society, or to be more precise, the remnants of those old Green Dragons.

This person's body melted into the snow, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, and he was nowhere to be seen, only the sword light flashing in the sky.

When the shadow of the sword fell, he heard a series of abnormal sounds of "ding ding ding", dense as a storm, as if this petal of flying snow had become a sharp weapon in his hand, pervasive, and nothing was killed.

It's just like being seriously injured by Li Ducian's knife qi, this person fell in a hurry in the air, and he didn't have the slightest action to unload his strength, which suddenly provoked exclamations.

Li Ducian stood with his knife pressed, looking at the swirling snow waves in front of him, not dodging or dodging, his feet steady, and letting the killing machine come to him.

At first glance, the sword light lit up, and the snow in the sky swirled like a storm, enveloping Li Dui's cicada in it.

This knife is called "cutting deer", which is rare in the world, and it is a divine edge comparable to the tear-stained sword.

According to what this person said, the Xiao family has been in hiding from the world for many years and has never asked about the world, but this time they still learned that the "Green Dragon Society" had been destroyed, so they returned to the Central Plains with their clansmen and reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

Originally, this matter was quite ordinary, after all, this battle was a rare event in the rivers and lakes for 500 years, and it was reasonable for the Xiao family to want to join in the excitement after not setting foot in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

In this battle, there is a chance that there will be another variable.

I think this person doesn't like to be lively, so he hid on the back of Cuiyun Peak, away from many people in the rivers and lakes.

As soon as these people entered the Central Plains, the first place they arrived at was Jinling.

The middle-aged scribe nodded with a smile, "It's good to take a look." ”

In the next moment, Guo Ding moved.

He has no sword in his hand, the Chixia sword is still in place, he is a sword with his body, and he uses his fingers as a sword.

This is the highest level of controlling the sword with qi.

"Fu Daxia, do you want to go up too?"

"That's Fu Hongxue."

Flying snow swordsmanship.

Qi condenses in the fingers, like a divine sword out of its sheath, condensed but not released, gathering qi for a sword.

There are quirks.

Under a sword, the sword qi it condensed suddenly flew by like a streamer, and it was like a flash in the pan, which was amazing.

Over the years, he has practiced hard day and night, just to compete with Li Ducian again, and he doesn't want to see him again today, he is so unbearable.

I saw a hot blood arrow suddenly rush out of this man's chest, and he immediately fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Seeing that Yang Shen was about to fall to pieces, and he didn't want to be on a low mountain adjacent to Cuiyun Peak, suddenly a person jumped up, volleyed up, and took it into his arms.

Guo Ding is determined to make another sword, no matter how this sword wins or loses, he must also let Li Ducian see it with his own eyes, and see the climate he has achieved through several years of hard training, rather than never changing.

What if the sword you control is the first-class divine edge in the world? Only oneself is the unparalleled and unique weapon in the world.

Who did he let in?

Guo Ding's eyes were already red, not tears, nor fear, but a kind of anger and unwillingness to see a chance of victory despite all his might.

What's more, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the deer cutting knife is now in Jinling City.

Li Ducian seemed to feel his heart, and also felt that he had exhausted everything, gambled all his swords, and then said softly: "Come on!" ”

And where is Xue Qingbi?

This sword is no problem to cut gold and iron, but it stops in front of this flesh and blood.

It was only because a long knife stabbed him in the shoulder first......

(End of chapter)