No one can win in the same realm.

No one can win in the same realm.

It's the same sentence, but it has two different meanings.

Ye Xiu should be the first meaning.

It means that no one can win.

The Ye family's Youye powerhouse who came with him shook his head, but he had no choice but to leave Meiling behind Ye Xiu, and he felt a little regretful.

It's a pity not to be able to enter the sea of books, and it's a pity not to be able to witness the next battle.

There will be a lot of nagging before the fight starts, you want to talk, and I want to talk too.

But when it really begins, all the sounds will die down and the scene will be solemn.

The thick mountains and sharp sword intent rose at the same time, confronting each other in the air, spreading out to each other.

The temptation and interweaving of the breath set off a surging storm, which was a confrontation of potentials.

"I'd like to see how you can win over the two of us on your own?"

Luo Fuyuan stepped forward, the strong breath stretched forward, the mountain soul appeared behind him, and the majestic momentum fell in the palm of his hand, he reached out with one hand and slapped Li Xiu's body with one palm.

The gold content of the Huangzhou Canglan list should be above the Tang State Canglan list, Luo Yiweng ranks twenty-seventh in the Huangzhou, and it is not an exaggeration to even enter the top ten if it is placed in the Tang Kingdom.

Fighting alone may not be Li Xiu's opponent.

But the two of them joined forces together, why were they afraid of Li Xiu?

This palm is like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, and it suddenly poked out with a huge sound, and the billowing air retreated to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's terrifying.

This attack did not have the slightest temptation, and as soon as it was shot, it was with all its might, and it was much more terrifying than just now.

Since it's two to one, it's natural to shoot together.

Before this palm was in the air, Luo Yiweng's sword roared out.

The moves between sword cultivators are very pure, and the sword qi and sword light are vertical and horizontal between the gestures, and the sound that follows is called the sword sound.

He held his sword and rushed towards Li Xiu, the distance between the two was less than seven steps.

This is a dangerous distance.

Luo Fuyuan crushed him, and Luo Yiweng moved forward with his sword.

Although it is only the first time, the cooperation between the two is a rare tacit understanding.

Li Xiu was not moved by this scene, he just to

Taking a step back, the sword in his right hand tightened, his eyes covered in pitch black, and he couldn't see the look inside.

His face was expressionless, there was no joy or sorrow, and others didn't even know what he was thinking.

I can't see the slightest clue.

To win, to win is to win beautifully.

Li Xiu's sword was trembling wildly, as if it might come out of his hand at any time, but his hands were held tighter, and no matter how the sword in his hand shook, he couldn't leave.

He put the sword on his chest, and a semi-circular light curtain appeared from the sword, Luo Yiweng's sword stabbed on this semicircle, and the piercing sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, but the semicircle was very tough, completely condensed by the sword intent, and it was difficult to destroy.

Luo Yiweng's sword only caused a slight crack in this semicircle, and there was no way to completely break through.

But that was enough, he pulled back and flashed to the side, and then Luo Fuyuan's palm slapped over.

It slapped on the semicircle, and a dragon groan rang out.

The palm was green, and the mountain behind him suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in front of Li Xiu, slamming into his chest very hard.

The long sword stuck backwards against Li Xiu's shirt, and he let out a muffled grunt, and his body flew upside down, and his feet slid out of the ground for some distance.

Luo Fuyuan's body followed closely like a shadow, and his hands or fists or palms kept reaching out, and the majestic momentum kept crushing without any fancy fancy.

This is a straight battle, majestic but unavoidable, only hard regrets.

Luo Yiweng's sword was fast, and he appeared at Li Xiu's side, and the sword stabbed towards his waist and abdomen.

This is a sword of life and death.

This scene is best described as dangerous.

Many people screamed, and even Liang Xiaodao's breathing was slightly condensed.

Li Xiu's body was still regressing, and the plum blossoms under his feet turned into powder.

But there was no panic or anything else on his face, just absolute calmness.

Holding the sword with both hands, the sword intent that came out of the body was all converged.

This posture is very familiar, it is the sword technique used by Li Xiu when he defeated Ye Lingyun, and it is also his third sword move.

It's also an invisible sword swing.

Luo Fuyuan's body stopped, his face was gloomy and a little ugly, his hands were still trying his best to move forward but he couldn't move forward an inch, the purple robe on his body kept shattering, and he didn't know where to drift with the wind and waves around him.

His face turned pale

, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the mountain behind him also began to crumble.

This sword is hard to resist.

Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded in the sky, and it never stopped.

Someone counted carefully, then covered his mouth and exclaimed.

"A hundred, a hundred. ”

Countless people looked at the young man in green shirt with a sword in both hands in shock, and they only felt that their hearts were shocked.

Previously, Li Xiu had slashed out dozens of swords in an instant, which was already an extremely remarkable thing.

Everyone thought it was his full effort, but they didn't expect that a hundred voices would sound at this moment.

That meant that at that moment just now, Li Xiu actually swung out a hundred swords, no wonder Ye Lingyun's face was complicated.

No wonder Luo Fuyuan was so badly injured in just a moment.

Many people are wondering that he can't block this sword, but he can retreat a few fewer swords, but Luo Fuyuan didn't retreat, this scene is very puzzling.

But the doubt lasted only for a short moment, and everyone knew the answer.

Because Luo Yiweng, who had been following him, suddenly moved, his body actually floated into the sky, and then swept towards Li Xiu at an extremely incredible angle.

It's like a streamer, the long sword is glowing with white light, the sword intent has never been so pure for a moment, this sword doesn't seem to exist in the world, and it is not qualified to describe it as an antelope hanging horn.

This is a sword from the sky, a sword borrowed from the heavenly immortals.

This is a sword that has not been cultivated by anyone in the Southern Sword Sect for thousands of years.

A sword from the south!

From the time he ascended to the time he stabbed out, it was just a matter of moments, and it was so fast that everyone only felt a blur in front of them, and they couldn't see any of his movements clearly.

It was almost there, and Li Xiu's body didn't even have time to react, his hands were still holding the hilt of the sword.

Luo Fuyuan's body finally kept retreating, staggering as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment, everything he had done until now was for the completion and surprise of Luo Yiweng's sword.

At the beginning, he and Luo Yion had fought more than once, and at first he won the most.

But then Luo Yiwen learned this sword from the south, and he never defeated him again.

Only by experiencing it yourself will you know the horror of the Nanlai sword, so Luo Fuyuan will willingly attract Li Xiu's attention so that this sword can make the greatest possible contribution.