Tick!

Tick!

……

At the top, the two are opposed.

Xue Qingbi held a sharp weapon in his hand, and although the blade of the sword had been pointed directly at Li Ducian's heart, it was just a little bit worse, just a little bit worse.

However, the distance of a millimeter, such as the next day.

Immediately, Xue Qingbi's eyes drooped and looked at his chest, but he saw that a strange soldier that looked like a knife but not a knife, like a sword and not a sword, was slowly piercing into his body.

But Xie Longteng suddenly laughed, the two swords in his hands were horizontal, distracted and used, the sword style was reversed and reversed, and it turned into a positive and a negative, and the sword shadows in the sky converged, all condensed on the double swords.

This sword technique fell into Xie Longteng's hands, almost like a demon in a sword, and even the moves became extremely evil, as if it had turned into another sword technique.

Don't say that you defeated this person, killing this person is an injury, and I'm afraid it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Li Ducian hung down at his side with one hand, raised his knife in the other, his black robe was like a cloud, his black hair was fluttering in the wind, and the sword intent around his body was vigorous, and his momentum and edge were gradually revealed in this series of battles.

He didn't look at Xie Xiaofeng, he avoided it with a knife, and turned around to follow the prestige.

"Seventh Style!"

Xie Xiaofeng's expressionless face showed a hint of coldness.

This qi is so fierce that even Li Ducicada's eyes widened.

Even without this knife, Xue Qingbi knew that it was difficult to win.

"Tenth Style!"

Followed by a fierce and unprovoked aura quietly diffused out, tragic and ferocious, in it, people couldn't help but have the urge to kill.

"Ahh

As soon as the words fell, the man's feet suddenly moved, and his body shape changed, as if it was divided into two, and the sword was fierce and fierce.

The wind and snow gathered, but I saw a series of ethereal and invisible figures squeezing out one after another, using frost and snow as a sword, swooping left and right, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, surrounding Li Dui's cicada in it, the offensive was ever-changing, it was difficult to distinguish between virtual and real, and it was really unpredictable and difficult to prevent.

Although the life-killing sword technique is known for its changes, it is not as weird and unpredictable as Xie Longteng's performance.

Li Ducian's eyes flowed, but in the blink of an eye, a stream of wind and snow was immediately seen on the left side, like a peerless swordsman who had been killed with a sword.

"Then ...... Once enmity! ”

"Disappointed, I'll give you the surprise you want......"

And this sentence is not said to Li Ducian, but to Xie Xiaofeng.

"Hmm...... Wow......"

He parried with one hand, waved his palm in the air with the other, and the palm power was sent out through the air, pushing frost and snow, and colliding with Xie Xiaofeng, and the fight was inseparable.

That was Xie Longteng's voice.

Looking at each other, Xie Xiaofeng saw the opportunity to move, and with the other hand, he showed his fame and mastery, stealing the sword from day to day.

Then, with his sword, he looked at the remaining three men, and stood quietly in the snow, waiting for them to attack.

In a trance, the wind and snow gathered and dispersed, as if turning into Xie Longteng's shadow, jumping vertically, and attacking left and right with the deity.

"You ......"

"Deadly Sword Technique Second Style!"

He actually wanted to snatch the knife from Li Ducian's hand.

This sword technique is almost exhaustive of kendo variations, reaching the extreme, with a total of thirteen styles.

Xie Longteng grinned.

Xue Qingbi's face turned pale, her cheeks bulged, and she vomited a mouthful of reverse blood.

But the killing force never dissipated, and it was always clenched like an appendage.

Seeing this scene, Li Duciao's eyes narrowed slightly, and they also lit up, and then raised his feet and stepped out.

He finally moved.

There was no one in front of him, only the sword light flashing in the sky.

However, the wind and snow swept in, and suddenly they broke away again, like a fish in water.

Li Ducian saw two misty sword shadows appear in front of him, flashing and dazzling, drowning everything, and even he had to temporarily look away to avoid this immortal edge.

Li Ducian held the knife in one hand, his eyes were always calm, and then he raised his arm and raised the knife, and he actually provoked Xue Qingbi's whole person in the air.

It's just that no matter how Xie Longteng roars, how aggrieved, and how unwilling, it is always difficult to force this knife back.

He lost, and he lost badly.

Yan Shisan's eyes gradually became sharp.

The swords struck, and one of this person's faces instantly turned from tight to hideous, his right foot sank, and he knelt on one knee, and the overlapping double swords were suppressed by the shadow of the knife, sinking inch by inch, and the muscles and bones of the whole body were exploding, as if this knife weighed 10,000 catties.

This life-killing sword technique is a peerless sword technique that Yan Shisan has seen all the sword spectrum and sword classics in the world, and has melted the essence of hundreds of schools, and then used his own body to comprehend the top, and after all kinds of battles, he has been tempered by hard work.

The long wind suddenly rose, and the snow gradually weakened.

Li Ducian was unmoved, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the wind and snow around him were scattered and impermanent, and he turned into a vague figure, turned frost into a sword, flew out, and stabbed him straight at the center of his eyebrows.

The sword intent around him was pervasive, and Xie Longteng no longer knew where he was, but the killing machine lingered, always circulating in the wind and snow.

"Poof!"

Xie Longteng seemed to be stimulated by Li Ducian's previous words, and now he only attacked but did not defend, and he did everything he could, and he sacrificed several killing moves in the life-killing sword technique one after another, and the sword shadow spread out layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun, almost covering most of the peak, and the sword qi was back and forth, and the madness was suffocating.

But at this time, behind Li Dui, but heard a long and hoarse howl, "You get out of here!" ”

His movement was just one step, and he lifted his feet and landed, and the person had already jumped seven or eight feet away, and the sword in his hand flashed, and the snow curtain in front of him was like a gap being torn open, and a person fell out of it.

The sound of killing shook the sky.

"Kill!"

He shook his arms, and Xue Qingbi had already fallen to the side and fell to Guo Ding's side.

But the two have at least fought side by side, and they have also advanced and retreated together, so Xie Longteng still reminded, "Be careful." ”

However, if you look closely, it is plausible.

Li Duciao's eyes were flat, looking at the changing figure of the frost and snow approaching, and then collapsed in front of him.

Xie Longteng wanted to speak, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest and a squirm in his throat, so he immediately took advantage of the momentum to volley in the air and retreated into the wind and snow.

"Thirteenth Style!"

Li Ducian held the knife in one hand, looked at the other party condescendingly, and swept out with one kick.

Li Ducian was silent, and when his wrist turned, the long knife in his hand was like an antelope hanging on its horns, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, and the blade was frightening, parrying the stormy attack one by one.

Xie Longteng took the lead in coming out of the crowd, he didn't want to lose in the hands of Li Ducian, and he didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to lose in the hands of others.

"Is that all it takes? What a disappointment for me. ”

"Eighth Style!"

It was Yan Shisan's life-killing swordsmanship.

I only heard the sound of the sword and the trembling of the sword, and a figure was already in front of me,

Xie Xiaofeng.

Li Duciao's figure is clearer, taller, and more majestic, just like a majestic giant mountain that connects to the blue sky, unattainable, and high, which makes people desperate and frightening.

The world is vast, and the snow is flying, but Li Duciao's clothes are still very clean, and they are a little pure, as if they are independent of heaven and earth, and they are obviously close to them, but they give people a dreamlike dream, as if they are going to fly into the sky in the next moment, far away from the red world.

Xie Longteng's face was full of surprise, and he raised his sword to parry.

Li Ducian was unhurried, and flicked the blade of the knife with his left hand, and suddenly saw that Xie Xiaofeng's body was shocked, and even the long sword in his hand was trembling uncontrollably, almost out of control.

"Fifth Style!"

And while Li Ducian kicked it away, he didn't hesitate to turn around and stab.

In a trance, under the flickering sword light, the snow in the sky quickly dimmed, like pieces of flying ash, and the heavens and the earth turned into a dead silence, filled with a palpitating murderous aura.

"Pick me up this fourteenth form!"

(End of chapter)