At this moment, he still looked like he was about to die, his breath was high, his qi and blood were crazy, and he was much stronger than Pei Ziyun.

The eighth place on the Heavenly Scroll, the old sword god naturally deserves his name.

The movement of this sword was very large, enough to shock the world, and there were more and more ruins and ground, and it actually overturned half of Gusu City for hundreds of miles.

Murong Yingjie's eyes flickered, and with a turn of his wrist, he drew a semicircle with his sword, protecting the peace in front of the mansion gate.

People who are dying and struggling are often the most terrifying, and the old sword god can betray Datang and cooperate with Changlin in order to survive.

He gambled his life and death on this one, so he couldn't lose, and he couldn't afford to lose.

Take a step back and you'll die.

A smile appeared on Xiao Boru's white face, and he said admiringly: "It's a little interesting." ”

His body was still retreating, but after saying this, he stopped, and then raised a finger and held it forward, countless rays of light shrank into a point and gathered on his fingertips, and the heavens and the earth seemed to freeze.

Hundreds of miles of ruins and aura stagnated in mid-air and could not move forward, and the sword of the old sword god also stopped at his fingertips.

"But it's just a little bit of fun. ”

The smile on Xiao Boru's face retracted, his gaze was indifferent, and his finger was facing the rusty sword, his fingertips glowed with a little clear light, and countless sword qi were born from between his palm and the air.

The pitch black was a sword that spread for hundreds of miles, cut into countless pieces, fell from the sky, and then smashed to the ground, kicking up countless dust.

The left hand is lowered and the right hand is raised.

The invisible Falling Immortal Sword swung and slashed in front of itself, and the countless sword qi that had been born before fused into a sword in an instant, slashing towards the old sword god.

Hundreds of miles of ruins fell into the clouds, and countless sounds of collapse came from under the city of Gusu.

Even if he was seriously injured, this Xiao Boru's sword was still amazing, and it could even be described as peerless.

Because he was an invincible man.

The old sword god looked at this sword with a grim face, and he didn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge it, because this sword was too fast.

A little bright red appeared on the white shirt, and the injuries on Xiao Boru's body recurred before the sword completely fell, but there was no expression of concern on his face, and the sound of the falling immortal sword seemed to be trembling with the avenue.

There are no words to describe the grace of this sword, like the first light produced at the turn of day and night, like the traces of heaven brought out by the snow-plain divine tree cutting through the sky.

No one can stop it, the old sword god is not a god, but also a human, and he can't stop this sword.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to raise his hand.

But fortunately, the old sword god's arm kept moving forward, because the rusty sword never fell, and the ruins dragon fell to the ground, and countless dust rose and stuck to the sword in his hand.

The sword has not fallen, and it is too late.

No matter how fast Xiao Boru's sword needs to be slashed forward, it will definitely fall on the sword of the old sword god.

The dust that rose dispersed with the wind, and the rust on the sword in Murong Xiao's hand was scattered.

This was followed by an endless line of sharp edges that shot straight into the sky.

This sword has traces to follow, the edge is exposed, the Falling Immortal Sword fell from the sky, there is no trace, and even the air is indifferent, as if it has not been cut by a sharp blade at all.

"The old city lord just said how I can take your sword that has been building up for a hundred years, so now I want to ask, how do you take this sword of mine for a moment of cultivation and easy access?"

Xiao Boru stood proudly with his feet on the ground, his calm face full of indifference.

The old sword god horizontal sword was above his head, and countless sword qi slashed around the two of them, crisscrossing the ground, cutting through the surrounding space and creating countless cracks.

The killing between sword cultivators is the most intense, and it is life and death at every turn.

He drooped his face, his dry palms were strong and powerful, and instead of retreating, he took another step forward, and said, "You will never know how much power a dying person can control in order to live. ”

The long sword that retreated rusty and bloomed with a brilliant edge was soaring, even in the face of the world's number one famous sword Luo Xian, he would not take half a step back.

Xiao Boru looked at him and said calmly: "It's rare to be confused, I don't know a lot of things, but I know very well that no matter how high your desire to survive is, no matter how sharp your sword is, it will definitely be inferior to mine, it was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future." ”

"Even if I'm seriously injured, if I'm not as good as me, I'm not as good as me. ”

Xiao Boru held Luo Xian in his right hand, and pressed down very hard, and the countless sword qi that came out from all sides condensed at one point, this time it was not condensed on his sword body, but on the fingertips of his left hand.

Several wounds were cut open on his chest and back, and blood was stained with dust.

"I am Xiao Boru, the first person in kendo, Lingnan Xiao Boru!"

The blades of the two swords confronted each other, Xiao Boru and Murong Xiao's eyes looked at each other, and then raised his left hand and said seriously.

"So why did you win me?"

Then countless brilliance bloomed on the tip of the index finger, and the heavens and the earth dimmed, as if holding the sun in the palm of the hand.

Then he spread out his palm, and the sunlight illuminated the entire Gusu City and illuminated the face of the old sword god.

The dry well in the precincts made a gurgling sound, and the clear water overflowed from the well, and a faint sweet smell came out.

The dead tree regained its vitality, and green leaves grew on its branches, and in a matter of moments it was all over the tree.

It looks full of life, and there are many evergreen trees that can be seen in autumn, but it is not always as good as what you can see in front of you.

Murong Xiao retreated under the tree, his rickety body hit the trunk of the tree, and the leaves fell in a flutter.

His sword-holding arm trembled violently, and a crack appeared in the sword's body, very thin and shallow, but it did crack.

With his other hand over his mouth, his chest heaving violently, he didn't speak, but blood kept pouring from his mouth.

As Xiao Boru said, he couldn't take this sword.

"As early as a few decades ago, when I took medicine to hang my life, I always thought about when I would die, whether I could die willingly or not, I thought about this for many years, until a few days ago, Xu Jiaoren found me, and I found out that the answer had already been known. ”

"If I'm really not afraid of death, how can I think about decades?"

Murong Xiao wiped his mouth with his hand, the sword immortal is the sword immortal, just one sword he suffered a lot of injuries.

"Earlier you said that I was very close to the sixth realm, now it seems that you are closer than me, if you are not injured I may not even be able to catch a sword, but there is no if in the world, I made a choice, you were indeed seriously injured, now this injury is more serious, I can still take a few swords from the person who is about to die, but how many swords can you swing?"

The old sword god stared at Xiao Boru from afar, obviously at a disadvantage, but his confidence was even stronger.

Xiao Boru stood in place, and the Falling Immortal Sword was faintly visible in his hand, because the sword was stained with blood, it was not transparent.

He drooped his shoulders, his expression was gloomy, and his white clothes were red.

The injury was even more severe.

Looking up at the thin old man under the evergreen tree, Xiao Boru grinned, and then raised his sword: "Try it and you will know?"

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ps: Tomorrow will be restored two more, this period of time has fallen, this is not good, I swear with my half-year life that I am responsible, I will definitely resume the update