The silver-white flying sword was about seven inches long, the sword body was slightly narrow, and the light on the blade was like a pool of clear water, and the shimmer was shining.

The sword light of Xu Chu's natal flying sword was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of swords fell, and the sword shadows on the field flew over, which was dazzling. I saw that the silver light was layered on top of each other, flickering around Cheng Shuangshu's body.

Cheng Shuangshu's one-zhang-thick body protection true qi was scraped layer by layer like flying debris and gradually peeled off.

Even if it is the physique of a martial artist in the True Realm, under this rain of swords, it is inevitable that he will be a little clumsy. Although the power of each sword slash was within Cheng Shuangshu's bearing range, the speed of this sword was a bit exaggerated, except for a few people in the field, no one saw that in just a few breaths, Cheng Shuangshu had been slashed by more than 300 swords.

After all, it was the sword cultivation of the Earth Immortal Realm, and more than three hundred swords fell densely on his body, although the true qi of the body protection had not yet been destroyed, but the sword intent shock was real. Even with the strength of his Returning to the True Realm, at this time, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and there was a trace of disorder.

With a loud shout, Cheng Shuangshu's eyes were like eagles staring at the sword light trajectory of the deer, seeing the momentum, and slammed his fist on the flying sword.

The flying sword that originally fell straight down was smashed away with a punch, and at this moment, Cheng Shuangshu spit out a mouthful of turbid air in his chest, stretching for thousands of miles. With a change of breath, this nine-rank martial artist rushed towards Xu Chu with lightning speed.

However, the speed of the flying sword was three points faster, and Cheng Shuangshu had just rushed forward a few feet, and the Zhulu stabbed towards his waist and abdomen at an extremely tricky angle.

Xu Chu's finger was like a sword, the sword intent flowed, and with a finger, a vast sword light was like a dragon out of the sea, rushing towards Cheng Shuangshu.

Under the attack from both sides, Cheng Shuangshu stopped rushing forward and stood still.

This True Realm martial artist glanced at the two sword lights in front and behind him, raised his right hand into a fist, and slammed his fist to the ground.

I heard a loud bang, and the entire Dining Valley let out a violent tremor.

Everyone standing on the mountain peak in the distance only felt that the sky shook for a while, the ground under their feet trembled, and the escaping wind rushed in their faces. Everyone has spiritual power running, or sacrificing magic weapons, or laying down barriers with spiritual power to block the fist wind.

The previous group of monks with a low realm but who were lucky were shocked by such a fierce fist wind and spat blood. After suffering hardship, he realized his ignorance, and hurriedly fled with the light.

In fact, the mountain where Zhuo Yuming is located is already the closest mountain to the battlefield, and the fist style that comes from it is not very strong. But in the center where Cheng Shuangshu is located, the surface of the ground is bursting, debris is splashing, and the dust and smoke in the sky are quite obscured.

The previous two sword lights shattered and dissipated under the violent fist wind, and the flying sword also flew back in front of Xu Chu.

The hustle and bustle of the sky had not yet dissipated, and a figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, like an arrow from the string, straight to Xu Chu.

Cheng Shuangshu's body was extremely fast, and he pounced in front of Xu Chu in the blink of an eye, and smashed Xu Chu's forehead with a punch carrying the sound of wind and thunder.

With a punch that was enough to open the mountain and destroy Yue, Xu Chu's sword intent skyrocketed, and he held the deer with both hands vertically, and slashed down with a sword. The thick silver sword light slashed towards Cheng Shuangshu's head that rushed towards him, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

An explosion sounded like thunder on the ground, and the two figures suddenly separated.

Cheng Shuangshu pursued with momentum, chasing Xu Chu, who was knocked back by a punch, and kept swinging his fists.

Between the two of them advancing and retreating, the sword light and fist wind were staggered, and each punch and sword collided together. The two figures moved rapidly, and the sonorous sound was endless. There was not enough in the eyes on the sidelines, and it was difficult for the eyes to catch up with the extremely fast figures of the two at all, and they could only barely capture pieces of afterimages.

Even if it is a pure sword cultivation whose physical strength is far superior to that of a qi practitioner, being chased and beaten by a martial artist will eventually fall behind.

Xu Chu, who was entangled by Cheng Shuang, obviously did not want to be passive all the time, and was desperately hammered in the chest by the opponent's fist, and the flying sword suddenly burst into silver light, and a light shone through the world and the sword light slashed at the opponent.

This is the first time the two have exchanged injuries.

Xu Chu, who had retreated more than 20 zhang, had a significant depression in his chest, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and a long placket on his chest was dyed bright red. That punch was literally hammered into the chest, and it was difficult to block the body protection sword qi at all.

Compared with Xu Chu, who only received one punch, although Cheng Shuangshu's whole body was densely covered with sword marks, oozing a lot of blood, and the flesh and blood on his right hand were blurred, and the white bones were visible. But in fact, Cheng Shuangshu's injuries were lighter than Xu Chu's, after all, with his nine-rank martial arts physique, these injuries did not affect his combat strength. And Xu Chu received a strong punch from him, and at this time he had already suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and his chest would sting during his qi, and his breath would be blocked.

Cheng Shuangshu raised his right hand, which was already white and hideous, grinned, and said in a solemn tone: "I can at least take seven or eight more swords from you, and you can still eat a few punches from me." ”

Xu Chu raised his hand and wiped it on his mouth, and sneered: "Just try it." ”

One hand was erected in front of his chest, and he pinched a sword trick, and the flying sword was horizontal in front of him, and the light on the sword body converged, trembling, and the sound of a clanging sword could be heard clearly.

The incomparably sharp sword qi gushed out from the Zhulu, and the entire Dianxia Valley was filled with vertical and horizontal sword qi, and the air was densely filled with a killing aura. The original four-pronged silver light seemed to be tightly bound to the sword body, although it did not bloom, it was dazzling and unusual, obviously the sword intent was condensed to the extreme. Everyone knew that Xu Chu was going to make a killing move.

Cheng Shuangshu, who was standing in the distance, naturally knew in his heart, he naturally didn't dare to slack off on the strength of an Earth Immortal Realm sword cultivator. At the moment, the body sank slightly, the legs were separated from the left and right, the waist was slightly bowed, and the left hand clenched into a fist slowly hung around the waist.

This majestic man is like a fierce tiger, showing his claws and teeth, and is ready to fight.

Everyone understands that this time, it may be that the winner and the loser are separated at the same time.

The sword qi that pierced the sky and the fist wind that was like a bamboo, slammed together, and the space seemed to be distorted by it. A fierce gust of wind swept away from the center of the battle in all directions, and on the mountain peaks hundreds of zhang away, everyone watching the battle also used their own means to resist the stormy waves.

The surging dust slowly dissipated, revealing a devastated valley full of potholes and messes.

The Earth Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator, who fell to the ground and forced himself to prop up half of his body, was already a red underneath him. Jiupin Martial Artist, who was still able to barely stand, and his whole body was bathed in blood, there was hardly a single intact place on his body, his skin and flesh were rolled, and his bones were exposed everywhere. Between the heaving of his chest, he gasped like a bellows.

In the center of the two, there is a pavilion with golden splendor and green tiles standing on the earth. The pavilion is full of golden light, and the treasure is permeated, and at first glance it is a magic weapon with a very high rank.

On the top of the canopy at the top of the pavilion, there is a gray-clothed figure standing proudly.

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