A middle-aged man in a black shirt set off an endless storm in the crowd, and countless Southern Wei soldiers' broadswords and spears were pointed at the middle-aged man, but he was blocked by a powerful force, and then broke himself off and killed him in an instant.

Lu Ping's Hanguang suddenly flew down from the sky, and the middle-aged man looked up, pulled his fist back, and met it with a punch, directly knocking Hanguang away.

Lu Ping flew over quickly, holding his own light directly with one hand, and drawing thousands of sword shadows like a silver curtain pressed down, about to cover the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and directly held the spear of a person beside him, the tip of the spear flashed with black and red light, and he picked it upwards hard, directly breaking Lu Ping's sword shadow, the spear and Hanguang were exchanged thousands of times in an instant, and the crackling sound was endless, but the spear was just an ordinary weapon after all, and it couldn't catch the power of the light sword at all, and it shattered into pieces of iron after a while.

Zhan looked at the spear in his hand that had been completely destroyed, his eyes radiated a bloodthirsty light, and his battle intent flowed unhindered, like a god.

"Swords are thousands!" Lu Ping leaned back, and the purple aura vented like a waterfall, suppressing Hanguang and slashing out ten thousand sword shadows, each sword stabbing at Zhan's body with countless yang qi.

After taking a few steps back from the battle, he raised his head and met it with a punch, and his left hand quickly picked up a big knife cast with the spirit of the decisive battle between the two sides from a place on the battlefield, and slashed at Lu Ping's body.

Lu Ping's figure retreated, his hands quickly sealed, and the aura between heaven and earth suddenly shook, and then boiled like a boiling pot with sparks added to it, and the blood and qi mixed with the yang energy brushed the shoulders of the battle, and wiped off a piece of flesh.

Zhan covered his arm and took a few steps back, Zhan was only a Qi Refiner, not a martial artist, this injury was not very important, but it was enough to make Zhan's hands unable to move as expected.

"With the endless battle intent on the battlefield as your own qi source and weapon, your means are not unclever, if you come to a weaker qi refiner, I am afraid that you will be directly killed. Lu Ping sighed.

"You're so powerful, you can still discover my trick?" Zhan laughed, the big sword in his hand slowly set up, and his battle intent slowly climbed to the peak.

"That's right, although the strength is not good, but the vision is still a little bit, since you have unparalleled fighting spirit, I won't hide it, and we will compare with each other. Lu Ping smiled and smiled, and his smile became stern.

Sword cultivation is the most important body cultivation, it can be said that the body is only a little weaker than a martial artist who is weaker than his own qi refining and cultivation to a realm, and with some qi and blood secret methods, he can completely fight as a pure martial artist.

"Come on, let's take a look! Who has the higher fighting spirit!" Lu Ping tore off his purple robe, revealing a strong suit, shouted loudly, and directly raised the light that stood out from the light and slashed it away.

The big knife in the battle hand took turns to break the sword light, and the whole person rushed to Lu Ping's body like a piercing wind, and the big knife slashed at Lu Ping's head, pinching out a trick in his hand.

If Lu Ping wants the Yin God to travel and fight with each other, he has to see if his divine soul can withstand the battle intent that is as cold as the wind.

Lu Ping didn't care at all, and stabbed Zhan's chest with a sword, as if he couldn't see the big knife that was about to cut off his neck.

Tremble in the balance!

In another place, Zhou Tian also ran into a qi refiner named Jian, and it happened that this sword was also a sword cultivator, but his strength should be much worse than Zhou Tian's.

Zhou Tian walked on the battlefield, and occasionally took the life of a martial artist or qi refiner above the transformation of qi, if his strength was lower than this realm, he would not use the sword.

Just relying on a body of sword intent, he slashed those ordinary people who had not cultivated in his body.

"Hehe, I didn't think about it, but it was a sword cultivator who came to fight against me. Zhou Tian couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the sword in black with a long sword on his back standing in front of him.

"Zhou Gongzi is unparalleled in swordsmanship, and we also know it, and it is precisely because of this that I asked a few brothers and sisters not to come to besiege and kill you, but I came alone to learn swordsmanship with Gongzi. "The sword is sincere, and he didn't take out the sword, even if the Southern Wei soldiers around him smashed his head, he wouldn't have any reaction.

Zhou Tian shook his head and said, "This is not a competition. ”

"If we meet by chance, or if I go to your dojo, it's called sparring, sharpening each other's sword intent and sharpening swordsmanship. But we are now meeting on the battlefield, and it is a war provoked by your side, how can this be called a fight?"

"Then what should this be called?

"This is called killing, who cares if it is swordsmanship and sword intent swordsmanship on the battlefield, as long as you can kill the enemy of life and death, even if your limbs are broken and your head is flattened, you have to bite off the other party's throat with your teeth. ”

Jian was silent for a while, then raised the long sword behind him, "My long sword name is Daydream, and it was originally transformed by a scholar's Haoran righteousness after turning sword qi into books. ”

"My long sword is called a line of heaven, and it is not as particular as your sword, and it is built by ordinary people with a true breath. Zhou Tian flipped the long sword in his hand and pointed at the sword.

"Please advise!"

The two of them spoke almost in unison, the snow-white sword qi and the black sword qi spanned the entire heaven and earth, and the sword qi cut through the air and the heavens and the earth.

The sword closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, his body was a little shaky, but the sword intent continued, and the sword qi became longer and longer.

Zhou Tian took out the wine jug, drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, opened his mouth and let out a long roar, the sword qi became more and more intense, instantly overwhelming the sword, and a line of heaven instantly hit the side of the sword's neck, and a blood line quickly appeared on the skin of the sword, and the skin and flesh were a little turned out.

Jian frowned, but after all, he didn't open his eyes, the sword qi of the daydream turned into a dream, through the reality of nothingness and change, the sword qi was desperately vented on Zhou Tian's body, and countless wounds were blooming, like a blooming flower.

"The sword qi is good, it looks real but it is virtual, it looks virtual but it is real, every sword is different from each other, if this kind of sword qi comes thousands or hundreds of catties, I will also be killed." ”

The sword closed his eyes and replied, "What, the current sword qi is not enough?"

Zhou Tian shook his head, "It's far away, I'm afraid the sword qi I've seen is beyond your imagination." ”

"Please advise. ”

"I once saw the Heavenly Divine Mansion, and with a sword of golden light, he slashed the Yama of the underworld with a sword. I have seen between the mountains, the sky is like a line of slashing open, revealing the Milky Way. ”

"Come on, let you see what kind of long sword the Central Plains swordsman has!" Zhou Tian roared angrily, and the whole person flew into the sky, and a sword fell.

Thousands of miles of dust rose, and thousands of miles of swords stopped.

If a sword has the power of a true god, the people on the battlefield will almost stop for a moment.

Sword, killed.