The knife enters the sword stream, like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no return.

Baili Broken River did his best, gathering here with his lifelong sword intent, and the momentum of the waves was naturally not something that Ah Diao could cut off with a knife.

Fortunately, the reckless young man's sword momentum had just risen, and it was at its peak, and before the first sword could be completely swallowed by that stream of sword intent, the other sword had already fallen.

Draw the knife and cut off the water.

The water flows freely.

Baili Broken River suddenly appeared in the sky, holding the long sword from the hills of Nanshan with both hands, the sword intent was endless, with endless murderous and war intent, and the rolling water was surging with the sword, as if it could engulf the entire night.

He looked coldly at Ah Diao, who was shrouded by the surging sword intent, and watched the other party calmly draw out the sword, his heart was a little annoyed, and in the sound of the sword, Baili Duanjiang lightly spit out a breath of sword qi, and shouted: "If you only rely on the sword momentum here, I'm afraid you won't be able to break my Nanshan sword intent!"

Ah Diao stood in place, his posture standing still.

He didn't go to answer the words of the Baili Broken River, but kept drawing his sword, and the sword light rose forward by itself, advancing step by step, trying his best to shine into the sword stream, but he was quickly swept away by the water potential.

Judging from the situation alone, the sword intent of the Baili Broken River stood firmly in the deep forest, and it suppressed Ah Diao's sword qi from beginning to end.

Qingzhi and Xiaoru in the wooden house had already closed the windows and doors, hiding inside the house and not daring to look at the sword rain outside.

Judging only from the sword intent in the sky, the Baili Broken River seemed to have the upper hand.

The mind of the ruthless fairy has been completely attracted by the sword intent of the hundred miles of broken rivers, and this kind of sword path is worth pursuing for a sword cultivator with a lifetime.

The Hundred Miles Broken River is already so powerful, what kind of demeanor will the Wilderness Sword Saint who has already stood at the peak of human cultivation have?

She remembered the terrifying sword intent that had gone straight into the sky the night before, and she couldn't raise the slightest intention of resistance.

Maybe only the Sword Saint can match and control such a sword intent.

The ruthless fairy thought about it so far, and she had a lot of feelings.

When he looked at the endless sword intent stream of the Baili Broken River again, there was a little more yearning and expectation in his eyes.

Diao doesn't have that many emotions.

Regardless of the sword intent on the other side, he can only use the knife to fight it.

Knife by knife, as if never-ending.

The sword gleamed between his eyes, hidden under the hat, with an inexplicable verve.

There was a three-point drunkenness on his face, but his eyes were clearer than ever.

In the sound of the sword whistling and swordsman, no one could hear him constantly chanting in his mouth: "The 1991st knife, the 1992nd knife......"

At this time, the sword intent of Baili Broken River was still roaring, and even a little sword light had pierced into Ah Diao's knife momentum, cutting off a corner of the young man's clothes.

Before Ah Diao swung the next knife, he lowered his head and watched the broken corner of his clothes fall in the wind, and suddenly, the sword light in his eyes was even stronger, and then the knife went straight down, and the voice suddenly became louder, like a thunderclap: "The second thousand knives!"

As soon as the words fell, a surging sword qi suddenly rose, stirring with the wind, and once again slashed into the sword stream.

Before two thousand knives, the sword qi will disappear when it comes out, and it will be extinguished when it enters the water.

At the time of two thousand knives, the momentum of the sword qi gradually rose, and the peak sword qi had condensed one out of ten.

As soon as the water was cut off, the stream was still flowing, but the two teenagers present could clearly feel that the moment the sword qi touched the sword flow, an extremely thin gap suddenly appeared between the long streams with sharp sword qi, although it was slightly invisible, but it was real.

Baili Broken River Hidden Sword's eyes shook slightly, he stood in front of the sword, no longer spoke, countless sharp sword qi turned into a white waterfall and rose up in the air, flowing backwards, expelling the sword qi that cut into the stream.

Until this moment, Baili Duanjiang still controlled the situation in the field.

His sword intent suppressed Ah Diao's sword qi to the death, and let the other party continue to slash, but he was never able to bring more threats to himself.

But he couldn't really relax.

On the contrary, Nanshan's sword intent became more and more intense, and even a little urgent.

Because after Ah Diao's two thousand knives, with the sword qi that cut into the sword flow as an opportunity, his knife speed became faster, and he did not stop slashing one knife at a time.

Each knife falls with a stronger momentum than the last.

So repeatedly superimposed, so that when Ah Diao drew his sword again, if Baili Broken River remembered correctly, this should be the fifth thousandth sword swung by the other party, that surging sword qi could already cut a foot-long cut between the sword intent stream and the waterfall.

What shocked him even more was that although the incision was short this time, the sword aura hidden in it was too cold, even if his sword intent was strong, he couldn't completely expel it with the home advantage.

The tattered linen clothes on Ah Diao's body had already become more tattered under the ubiquitous sword intent of the Baili Broken River, and even the exposed sturdy muscles had been invaded by the sword intent, and there were many terrifying sword marks like ancient tree rings, and blood oozed from the sword marks, but they were quickly evaporated by the sword qi.

The young man with the knife was indifferent, the knife in his eyes was still bright, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

He just swung his sword, just like in the martial arts training ground of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, and he would not stop for a moment because of anyone, any sword.

Until it reaches 20,000 swords, the sword qi is condensed at the strongest peak.

As long as Baili Xuanjiang can't defeat himself before these 20,000 swords, then no matter whether the other party does his best or has reservations, at that time, he will not have the slightest fear.

And you won't lose.

He was very confident in his 20,000th knife.

That sword momentum was so powerful that it had accumulated all his sword skills in the cultivation of the Divine Temple, as well as all the pressure he was under when he swung the sword here, and when he swung his sword here, the sword qi would completely cut off that sword intent stream...... Even if the person standing in front of him at this time was the Demon Saint Descendant who was known as the strongest after the Saint sneered, he was confident that he would defeat him.

As the night fades by, the light of day begins to appear beyond the deep forest.

This fateful battle between sword and sword has been going on all night.

It's time to do a finish.

The sword intent of Baili Duanjiang has not weakened in the slightest, and on the eve of dawn, it is wielding the edge of the sword, and the momentum is great.

It's just that he can't relax.

Instead, there was a hint of vigilance.

Because after last night's sword attack and defense battle, there were more sword qi cuts between the sword intent streams in the sky.

The sword qi in the middle of it could not be concealed, but it vaguely overwhelmed the endless sword intent.

The proud young man from the hills of Nanshan frowned, and a hint of ominous signs suddenly rose in his heart.

Because Ah Diao suddenly raised his head at this moment, and then revealed his unruly and fierce eyes that were blooming with endless sword light at this time.

That sword has unparalleled pride.

That sword, but with more pride than that sword.

At the beginning of the morning sun, Ah Diao put away the knife and returned, took out the crimson wine gourd on his waist with his left hand, took a long sip, and put the ancient knife in front of him with his right hand, and the knife qi was almost substantial.

The sword intent was still permeating all around, but he turned a blind eye.

Only dropped the knife in the wind and warm sun, and then made a sloppy end to the battle.

He said, "The twenty-thousandth knife." ”