A horse roared, a burst of horses' hooves fled, and on the road at the end of the sight, four extraordinary white horses, dragging a luxury frame, roared and galloped, and with the moment the carriage approached, a monstrous sword intent, accompanied by a peerless figure that rushed out, surging from the carriage like a sea of mountains.

"Boom!"

Stepping lightly on the toes, Fang Yuan shook, setting off smoke and dust all over the sky, and the vast energy shook, as if setting off a hurricane roaring, swept out along the ground, the three people present, Mo Zen was wet, Xue Yiren, and Fengjian Tongzi, all of them were affected by this powerful hurricane, and for a while, the atmosphere of stalemate collapsed on the spot.

"Is that you? Ding Xiu! ”

Xue Yiren didn't know the Fengjian boy under his command, but Mo Chan Da Wet recognized the comer at a glance, and the person who came was none other than Ding Xiu, who almost killed him at the beginning.

"You are Ding Xiu?"

Xue Yiren obviously knew about Ding Xiu's existence for a long time, and after breaking Ding Xiu's identity in the Silent Meditation Great Wet Dao, he immediately asked in a deep voice with a little vigilance, "What are you doing here?" ”

Although he has learned from the letter sent by Li Guanyu that Ding Xiu's way of swordsmanship has reached the peak, and he even went to Shenshui Palace to challenge the jellyfish Yin Ji, but as the first sword in the world, Xue Yiren has confidence in his martial arts, therefore, Xue Yiren is not afraid of Ding Xiu, but at this time today, there is only one opponent in his eyes, that is, the sword monk Mo Zen, but now, with the arrival of Ding Xiu, the situation on the scene suddenly became delicate.

But what he didn't expect was that without waiting for Ding Xiu to answer, the Mo Chan Da Shi on the opposite side had already preemptively said: "Ding Jushi, today's matter is a personal grudge between me and Xue Yiren, I hope you don't interfere." ”

"Don't worry."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ding Xiu immediately gave an affirmative answer: "I came with my own sword, and I have no intention of interfering in the sword duel between the two of you, but I just came, presumably the two of you should not mind me watching the battle?" ”

"Of course I don't mind."

Mo Chan Da Shi also gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, and in a blink of an eye, he poured all his eyes on Xue Yiren's body, and in the face of Mo Chan's sword intent, Xue Yiren also had to concentrate and deal with the strong enemy.

"Xue Yiren, today's battle, no matter whether you win or lose, your grievances with me will be over."

With a touch of coldness in his eyes, Mo Chan had an arm, and with a push of internal force, in the white cloth package behind him, a blue long sword suddenly jumped out, the sword chant echoed the heavens and the earth, and the sword body flew in the air, impartially, and fell right in his palm.

"Grasshopper Sword, please advise!"

The peerless divine soldier who once defeated himself, but now he will help himself break the enemy, the fate of the world is wonderful, nothing more than this, the moment Mo Chan held the sword in his hand, the momentum of the whole person suddenly underwent a huge change.

"Come on!"

Seeing this, Xue Yiren knew that the opponent in front of him was extraordinary, and he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest, and with a soft sip in his mouth, the nine swords in the hand of the sword boy immediately snatched out of the sheath and flew into his palm.

"Zheng"

Accompanied by a high-pitched sword roar, the silver sword blade, and the sharp sword intent diverged at the same time, Xue Yiren's martial breath was also raised to an unprecedented peak at the same time.

A thousand years after Ou Yezi's death, the elf secretly taught Zhang Yajiu.

Crow nine casting sword Wu Mountain, the sky and the sun when the god borrows the merit.

This is a poem written by the great poet Bai Lotian in the Tang Dynasty, the opening four sentences, it is about a swordsmith named "Zhang Yajiu", the sword cast is magical, and it is known as the . Raven Nine Swords!

It was originally a famous sword in ancient times, but now it is in the hands of the world's first swordsman, and it is a unique weapon in the world.

Seeing this, Mo Chan subconsciously frowned, his eyes stopped on the Nine Crows Sword in Xue Yiren's palm, and he sighed softly: "If the righteous brother is still alive, how sad it should be to see this sword in the hands of your Xue Yiren." ”

"Monk, your words. Much more. ”

The words of torture of the soul entered his ears, and Xue Yiren's heart couldn't help but ripple, but soon, he calmed down his restless mind, and responded indifferently: "Make a move, let me see if the grasshopper that can let you give up the Suma Divine Sword can end our grievances." ”

"Kill!"

At the moment when the colorful red fell to the ground, Xue Yiren, Mo Chan, and the two launched an offensive towards the opponent at the same time, and among the red maple leaves flying in the sky, one blue, one silver, and two sword lights, accompanied by two staggered figures, burst out into the most fierce confrontation.

Grasshoppers, grassflies, faint sword chanting, like spring silkworms vomiting silk, rigid as a hundred tempered tenacity, endless rigidity and softness, playing a lamentation of life, turning a rule of death sorrow.

Looking at Xue Yiren again, the swordsmanship of the Xue family, the first in the world, strong and open, sharp edges rise and close, and the shocking silver mangs are like passing meteors, and the majestic intersect is the epitome of "rivers and lakes are swords, and swords are rivers and lakes".

"The first in the world, really extraordinary!"

In the fierce battle, there were words of praise from the sword monk Mo Zen, obviously, Xue Yiren, the swordsmanship cultivation of the world's first sword, had awakened the hidden battle intent in his body and filled the heavens and the earth.

"Although I am trapped in hatred and come for revenge, I have a lot of spirit, and you are not a good monk, come again!"

Xue Yiren's crow nine swords in the palm of the crow flew in the air, the sharp edge drew a sharp boundary, Mo Chan returned to the sword to respond, the sharp sword qi broke through the air and flew and slashed, and the blurred sword light reflected the red leaves flying all over the sky, just like Wu took the wind, comfortable and relaxed, just like Cao Yi out of the water, thin and meticulous, and the style of the difference, intertwined with a beautiful and picturesque swordsman's decision.

Hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes are hateful.

Sword, sword, person, person, no trace of human life under the sword.

One is for revenge, the other vows to settle grievances, different identities, different positions, is the enemy of life and death, no need to say more, let alone any temptation, as soon as he makes a move, he will do his best to kill, and then swing the sword, the maple leaves flying in the sky, weaving the most brilliant cycle of life and death.

"Hmm~~~~"

"These two people, whether they are Mo Chan or Xue Yiren, are all swordsmen at the pinnacle of the world, sword monks who give up life and death, and face the first sword today, no matter who wins or who loses, they all deserve it, and they should not be defeated!"

In the battle outside the field, Ding Xiu admired the face in his mouth, putting aside the depth of their internal strength, in terms of swordsmanship alone, the two people fighting in front of him are enough to be called the first class in the world!

On the other side, the Fengjian boy was also watching the battle intently, but as Mo Chan and Xue Yiren continued to improve their skills in the fierce battle, the sword qi overflowed the eight desolations, and the qi was like a surging wave, sweeping around, surging back and forth, forcing him to continue to retreat back again and again.

In a moment, there are dozens of hundreds of fierce confrontations, two people fighting, one is a rare sword monk in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years, and the other is the first sword in the world today.

"I'm a demon!"

At first hearing a long drink, the Mo Zen sword rose to the grasshopper, the edge turned sharply, the golden rays were shining, the remnant leaves danced and the maple was sorrowful, and the frost was sprinkled all over the place, as if it was the final battle that was coming, who was dyed blood red!

In the face of Shaolin's non-mastery of Dharma swordsmanship, the killing move is coming, although Xue Yiren's heart is vigilant, but he does not have the slightest fear, because in this world, because of the enemy on the sword, as the first sword in the world, he does not need to be afraid of any opponent, I saw him raise his hand, flick his fingers to the crow nine sword lightly, accompanied by a sonorous sound, the light in his eyes is certain, and then, the extreme move came out of the world:

"A thousand howls against the wind!"

The sword meets the opponent, it is the speed of life, but the blood feud is rampant, the moment the sword is released, it is destined to be fateful, in vain to hear the sad sword groan, in the urging confrontation, there is a sad sound, there is hatred in the sound, there is hatred in the sound, and there is a trace of resentment and jealousy that can not be confided in people.

"Hah!"

Seeing this, Mo Chan swayed with the sword light, and couldn't help but let out a crazy scream in his mouth: "In the past, my brother's sword was pointed at me, but now the sword is pointing at me, this situation is also sad!" ”

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