Su Wen's sword pierced through the demon soldier's chest, but no blood flowed, and it could not be extinguished in the sword light.

The demon soldier silently opened his mouth wide, as if he was roaring, and then raised the cold spear in his hand as if nothing had happened, and slammed it towards Su Wen's chest and abdomen.

The demon soldier is not a real living life, and the spear in his hand is not a real divine weapon, but Su Wen still does not dare to slack off.

Drawing the sword back, Su Wen's sleeves flicked lightly, and the meaning of freedom poured out from the blade of the sword.

"Bell!"

A golden stone voice sounded indifferently, Su Wen blocked the spear in a seemingly understated attitude, and was about to stab again, but suddenly felt a fierce wind hitting his side.

Su Wen turned his ankle slightly, lowered his head and returned to the sword, steadily caught the big sword from another demon soldier, led it to his side, grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and slashed out an ethereal and indifferent sword.

"Snort...... Sneer......"

The remnants of the armor on the chests of the two demon soldiers were completely shattered, and Su Wen could clearly feel that the fluctuations in the talent in front of him were rapidly dimming, but they did not disappear after all.

At the same time, two more figures swept behind Su Wen, and they all raised their swords to stab Su Wen in the back of the heart.

After all, the Easy Sword Technique is a defensive sword technique, and it is better to retreat more than advance, Su Wen has two swords in a row, and even a demon soldier has failed to kill.

Even though Su Wen at this time can still calmly block the two swords behind him, but in the long run, with the continuous increase of demon soldiers, Su Wen will be completely buried under the shadow of the sword and sword.

Shunchen told Suwen that Bhamer is not good at literary warfare, so if you want to win, you must rush time!

So Su Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. After taking a few steps under his feet, he turned a blind eye to the two swords behind him, and the sword blade was pointing. It's still the light and shadow of the two demon soldiers in front of him!

The next moment, the two demon soldiers in front of Su Wen were cut off at the waist, and they were destroyed with a bang, and then turned into a bright green light point in the sky, which was beautiful.

Su Wen couldn't see the fluorescent sky, and he didn't have the heart to look at it, because at the same time. Two swords with a chilling aura pierced through his chest.

Wounds for wounds!

The bright green talent qi invaded Su Wen's body and began to scorch his meridians, trying to burn his Wen Hai.

Su Wen endured the sharp pain coming from his chest. Sweeping forward, he forcibly pulled the two sword blades out of his body, and the short sword in his hand pointed directly in front of the most turbulent talent.

That was the source of this war text, and it was a demon veteran named Bhammer.

However. Su Wen had just taken the first step. Another heavy hammer smashed into his waist, and even though Su Wen's body had been bathed in dragon blood, he couldn't help but feel a pain of misalignment of his internal organs.

But instead of stopping, his footsteps became faster and faster, as if he was about to merge with the sword light in his hand into a breeze.

Unfortunately, the wind was a little tired and a little weak, so it was quickly stopped by a sword light again.

The shadow of the sword in Su Wen's hand accurately pointed at the broad back of the long knife. The blade shattered at the sound, and the fragments pierced into Su Wen's shoulder bone and double ribs. The remaining momentum is not exhausted, and then Su Wen's whole person will be completely penetrated.

But Su Wen's eyelids did not blink, and the short sword in his hand was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Smack!"

Without the slightest respite, followed by two whip shadows, one left and one right, struck Su Wen on both knees, Su Wen stumbled, and the whole person fell forward.

However, before his body could hit the ground, Su Wen propped himself up with one hand, swept up again, and stubbornly took a few more steps towards Bhammer.

At this moment, Su Wen was already very close to Bhammer, and only the last three feet remained.

This was still not Su Wen's best sword distance.

But he had clearly sensed that the fluctuation of talent in front of him had a momentary disorder, and this might be Su Wen's only chance.

So he resolutely inserted the short sword back into his waist.

This is not to collect the sword, but to prepare for the re-emergence of the sword.

The Xiaoyao swordsmanship is not good at attacking, and the most powerful attacking swordsmanship in Su Wen's hand is only the one that Yanbei taught him, and that sword move must start from drawing the sword.

The next moment, Su Wen sank down in the midst of the attack, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain all over his body, and stabbed the sword in his hand at a very strange angle.

At this time, the sword in Su Wen's hand was not Leng Yue, so it did not mean to be cold, but it was still cold and piercing.

Bhammer looked at the decisive sword in front of him, Wen's heart moved slightly, and then he raised his hand and raised the book in his hand, and greeted the cold sword.

The dagger pierced the thick pages without mercy, and its aftermath continued unabated, but it abruptly stopped two feet in front of Bhamer.

The sword in Su Wen's hand was still a little shorter.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Su Wen knew that he had lost this battle.

Now the only remaining option is to stimulate the talent in the body and make a last stand.

But in the dark, Su Wen was a little unwilling.

Because this moment is Bhammer's weakest moment, as Xun Chen expected, even if he has the position of imperial secretary, even if he can stimulate the power of Wenxin, he is indeed not good at literary warfare.

After all, Bhammer hadn't used the means of civil warfare for a hundred years.

Alone in a foreign land, Bhamer has become accustomed to fighting enemies with pure strength and combat skills, however, in today's world, the power of Wendao has always been above force.

Today's battle was Bamer's last battle, and for this, he even sacrificed his wife and children and went to Huangquan, so he finally chose the theoretically more powerful war wen to fight against Su Wen.

But he was a little rusty, and even the feeling of talent flowing in his body was so unfamiliar.

Otherwise, in the face of the sacrificial battle, Su Wen would not have been able to break through at all!

Therefore, Xunchen's judgment was correct, and Su Wen's decision was also correct, but he was defeated by the length of the sword, and for this reason, Su Wen was unwilling.

With a foot of sword in his hand, he came here step by step, and he never stimulated a wisp of talent, and he never borrowed half a piece of Wenbao from Xunchen, is it going to fall short at this time?

If the cold moon is here and the red sky is not lost, maybe Palmer is dead.

Su Wen is an orthodox student of literature and Taoism, but at this moment. But he desperately longed for a sword of his own.

A long sword.

A long sword capable of crossing a distance of two feet and piercing Bhammer's chest.

The next moment, Su Wen's right palm suddenly emitted a burst of warmth. The short sword in his hand broke inch by inch and shattered to the ground, and in his hand, a long sword really appeared!

Su Wen felt the cold meaning coming from the hilt of the sword, and his heart shook slightly.

He knew where the sword came from.

This sword comes from the Yellow Crane Tower.

In the hundred years since the end of the Holy War, the Yellow Crane Tower has been in the hands of the strong men of the human race, since Huang Tingjian climbed the eighty-ninth floor in January. He became the guardian of the Yellow Crane Tower.

So far, the Yellow Crane Tower has been opened every five years, and I don't know how many amazing and gorgeous young geniuses have entered the enlightenment. Among them, of course, there are also sword cultivators from the Martial Kingdom.

The Sword Saint Duanyue is the only one among the martial arts powerhouses who has been canonized, so most of the people in the martial arts country are proud of cultivating swords. In previous years, the young people of the martial arts who entered the Holy Tower and ascended the tower. Most of them also carried swords with them, some of which were lost in the building, and some were turned into scrap metal when they were studying with the students of literature and Taoism, buried in the small world on all floors, and never saw the light of day again.

I don't know how many years ago in the Heavenly Sacred Calendar, there was a young genius from the Martial Kingdom who lost his sword in the fourth layer of the Glacier World. Buried at the bottom of deep snow.

Barring no accidents, this sword will be there to spend a lifetime. until it completely becomes a piece of mortal iron.

But a moment ago, Su Wen was desperately eager to get a sword, and he was now the controller of the Yellow Crane Tower, so his heart spread throughout the entire Yellow Crane Tower, and naturally it also reached the heart of this sword.

So, this long sword, which had been buried in ice and snow for decades, was called out and came to Su Wen's hand with joy.

Su Wen barely hesitated, and once again folded his waist and stabbed out this cold sword with a piercing coldness.

Ice Edge easily slipped through the gap between the books and came a foot in front of Bhammer.

Ba Mo has been rooted in the Southern Demon Domain for more than ten years, and may be unfamiliar with the methods of cultural warfare, but he has gone to the next level for the gains of martial arts.

So he felt the belief of killing from this sword, and he knew that this sword would pierce his chest.

So Ba Mo resolutely let go of the book in his hand, clasped his hands together, and sandwiched this ice sword between his palms, its power was so great that Su Wen's sword edge could not be approached by half an inch!

Immediately after, Bhammer's arms twisted and his palms were wrong.

"Smack!"

The ice sword in Su Wen's hand shattered.

However, this time, Su Wen did not show the slightest look of regret at all, but abandoned his sword and landed on the ground, holding it in his palm.

There, a second sword appeared.

The sword of this sword was mottled with mud, and I don't know how many years it had been sunk in the swamp, but the moment it was unsheathed, it still let out a low sword groan!

"Zheng!"

The mud sword bypassed the trajectory of the falling ice chips, hidden from the edge, and quietly approached two inches in front of Bhammer.

Seeing this, Bhammer's pupils shrank, and with a sharp swing of one hand, he slapped the clay sword a few inches away with the back of his hand, and slid it over his shoulder.

Immediately after, Bhammer grabbed the blade of the clay sword with his backhand, as if he couldn't feel the sharpness of the blade at all, and let the blood mix into the mud without hesitation, and grabbed the long sword and pulled it in his direction.

At the same time, Bhammer's other hand was already standing up and clenching into a fist, and it swung forward.

However, Bhammer's punch missed, because Suwen didn't pour himself as he wanted.

Su Wen let go of the hilt of the sword again, let the mud sword be taken away by the other party, clenched his empty fist, and swung out the sword that Yan Bei had taught him with his empty hand.

At this time, Su Wen did not have a sword in his hand, but he firmly believed that the sword would come.

So in the next moment, the sword came.

The fire is blazing, the sword body is hot, although it is not as brave as the three disasters of karma, but it is sharp!

The flames scorched the air in front of him, grazed his fists, pierced his chest, and burned to his heart.

But at this time, Su Wen suddenly withdrew his sword body, and before he could take Bamer's life, he turned around and went back!

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PS: Thank you for the recommendation votes and monthly tickets you have voted during this time, it may be that I haven't written it for a few days, my hands are a little raw, and I wrote it slower than I imagined, this chapter is a little late, see you tomorrow. (To be continued......)