Knives and swords are never enemies.

But they are always opponents.

Just like Baili Duanjiang and Ah Diao in front of the temple, they have never met, and when they meet for the first time, they can't say that there is any festival, and don't talk about grievances.

But in the cold wind and cold, because he didn't agree with a word, he drew his sword.

It's not so much a battle between two teenagers.

It is better to think of it as a fateful battle of swords and swords.

If you wield your sword.

There's no reason why I shouldn't draw a knife.

That sword was peerless, piercing through the clouds, falling in the air, and all the sword intent and qi were locked onto the arrogant young man wearing a hat.

Goal-oriented and impartial.

Behind the left hand of Baili Broken River, the sword in his right hand, there are no pupils in his eyes, only a vast white sword light is hidden, which is even brighter than the scorching sun.

A sword shot, but he didn't dare to relax, because he saw Diao pull out the knife.

Standing against the wind and standing in the middle of the hundred miles of the broken river step by step, the body suddenly straightened, like a sword between heaven and earth, followed by a long roar, the left hand behind the back finally took out, with the fastest speed to pinch a mysterious sword trick.

So the sword in the air rose in the storm, and the sword intent was pervasive, and it began to fall straight within a hundred feet of the head, and in the next second, it had already reached the top of Ah Diao's head.

Then, I ran into that knife.

The sword momentum went up, never retreated, whistling in the wind, and the rolled up sword light covered everyone's eyes, but it could not cover the extremely strong sword intent that was like a bamboo.

At the moment of sword intent, the sword light was slightly dim, and it was a little swaying in the wind, and it seemed that it could not withstand this supreme sword at all.

But Ah Diao couldn't see the slightest worry in his eyes hidden under the hat.

Baili Duanjiang, who was entangled in sword qi, did not see any happiness on his face.

He has only one sword, and he has everything.

Ah Diao, but there are tens of thousands of knives, and they cut everything.

In the next second, the sword pierced through the sword light, and went straight down with the brilliant sword qi, threatening to shatter the hat on the head of the knife-wielding boy in front of him.

Ah Diao suddenly raised his head, and the knife intent was sharp in his eyes.

The previous piece of knife was lit and extinguished, and at the moment when it was almost about to collapse, he swung another knife, and the sword light rose again, and the snow was bright for a moment, but it didn't stop there.

Because after a knife, there is another knife......

The sword intent was at the head, and the ancient knife in Ah Diao's hand was horizontal, and the qi in his body was vigorous, and in the blink of an eye, countless knives were slashed!

The fierceness of the sword light began to spark, and in an instant, it became a prairie fire.

A magnificent sword curtain obscured the light in the sky, hanging half a foot above Ah Diao's head, stopping the sword intent.

That sword was unstoppable.

Now it is no longer possible to move forward.

The sword intent in Baili Broken River's eyes condensed into a river, wanting to sweep away again.

But I don't want Diao's knife to hide a sea.

Able to make bigger waves.

The knife curtain began to hum, with a strong fighting intent.

Then the sword shook slightly.

The cold sword intent also shook slightly.

At that moment, Baili Duanjiang knew that his sword could no longer smash Ah Diao's knife and the hat on his head.

That is, at the moment when that thought just appeared, Baili Duanjiang's figure suddenly retreated, the sword qi in his eyes diffused, and the sword intent that stood upright between heaven and earth gradually melted and slowly disappeared.

He stood in silence, straight as a sword.

His eyes were cold, with hidden sword marks, and there were many complicated emotions in his eyes when he looked at Ah Diao.

When the wind was startled, he spoke: "You are stronger than I thought. ”

It's the truth.

It's also a heartfelt voice.

Although the battle in front of the temple was considered to be the end of the point, it seemed that it ended with the retreat of the Baili River without distinguishing the winner.

But everyone present knew that Baili Duanjiang lost.

To retreat is to show weakness.

If you show weakness, you lose.

What's more, the young man with the knife was just guarding with a knife, and he didn't really want to fight with a knife.

If he really uses his sword to the fullest, he will fight for his life, but I am afraid that it will be difficult for the sword of the hundred miles of broken river to retreat.

Baili Duanjiang frowned, and his mind was calm and a little terrifying.

And the other three teenagers who watched the battle from the beginning to the end were even more shocked in their hearts.

They have known Baili Duanjiang for many years, and after they are both saints, they naturally know how strong his sword is.

If he really fights alone and fights for his life, probably only a sneer who never cares about his life can barely beat him.

There are all living beings in the world, and there are countless genius young people.

But only the four of them are favored by the saints, in addition to their talent and heart, they also have countless opportunities than ordinary people.

They are proud, noble, mysterious, and in the spotlight on this continent.

In the years to come, they will all follow the same path as their respective masters—the holy path.

They are future saints, and even if they will be defeated, they will only be defeated in the hands of people of the same rank, the same strength, and the same status.

How could he lose to a strange boy with no name, hanging on his head, and dragging a strange knife?

Baili Duanjiang's sword heart trembled, and a breath of turbid air lingered in his chest, and he could not accept this fact.

Jiang He put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and glanced at the distant horizon, feeling a faint sword intent floating between the voids, as well as a layer of arrogant sword aura, and sighed softly.

I thought to myself, if I played by myself, tried my best, and faced the endless sword momentum of that young man, what would be the ending?

Jiu'er sang the Buddha name, didn't say anything, and was still shocked by the sword and ten thousand swords just now.

However, the sneer in the distance suddenly put down the palms of his arms, and there was a blood accumulation in his palms, and the battle just now made him excited, and he actually had the urge to join the battle.

Demon cultivators, when they are strong, they will fight.

Even though the battle was over, he was still in awe-inspiring battle, and it seemed that he would rush towards the two sword boys at any moment.

And at this moment, Diao just put down the ancient knife in his hand.

The light of the knife is gone, the knife momentum is gone, and the knife intent is gone.

He lifted the scabbard and withdrew it.

It's calm as if nothing happened.

Everyone present was staring at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

just suddenly pulled the brim of the hat down, covering the pair of eyes hidden in the laziness.

Slightly tidy up Mai, which looked a little wrinkled from wielding a knife.

Stomping off a few bits of mud from the straw sandals.

Then he took the ancient knife in his right hand and put it on his shoulder.

Finally, he took out the crimson wine gourd on his waist, and looked up to take a sip of spirits.

He sprayed the smell of wine and looked at the Baili Broken River, and said with a smile: "Your sword is not bad, but it is not as strong as I thought." ”

Slur over.

Heartless.

It was just a simple sentence, but after falling into the ears of the four saints present, it was extremely flamboyant and boundless arrogance.

Descendant of the Juggernaut.

His sword, the world has given many adjectives.

It has always been praise and appreciation.

But in the eyes of this strange boy, it is not very strong?

Jiang He's eyes narrowed even deeper.

The Jiu'er Buddha sang louder.

The sneering smile is even more warlike.

Baili Duanjiang almost vomited blood, he said coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

Ah Diao smiled when he heard this.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the hat on top of his head, lowered his head slightly, and introduced himself in a deliberately low tone: "I come from the world of recklessness, my name is Diao, Diao of Diao." I'm a swordsman. ”

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