The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light chills nineteen states.

These are two poems that describe the subtlety and profundity of a person's swordsmanship, and this poem is not used to describe the decisive sun, but to describe the clothed guest who is fighting against him.

The handicapped guest holds a broken sword and is rarely injured, although the sword is broken, the person is extremely sharp.

The remnant sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a divine weapon, and every move was wonderful and full of killing intent.

Duanyang couldn't recruit thirty-two, and he was already out of breath.

He knew in his mind that he was panting, and it was not because he was holding a piece of wood, but his opponent was holding a sword, because the sword of the clothier was really no better than wood.

He was out of breath, because of him, he had to admit that his swordsmanship was completely inferior to the opponent in front of him.

In the world, whether it is martial arts or law cultivation, the essence of kendo is first breathing.

Now, Duanyang's breathing has been messed up, and he has no chance of winning.

Jueyang had to mess up, because the person in front of him was really terrible, the swordsmanship of the person in front of him was not strange, and it was not a sideshow, and every sword move of his was very orthodox.

Orthodoxy means worldly, that is, ordinary, ordinary to the point that everyone can learn, but everyone can learn, it does not mean that everyone can learn well, but this clothed guest has learned the best of this secular and ordinary sword.

There is a way to breathe, Zhang Chi has a degree, see the moves, and the sword is one.

At this moment, the decisive sun has completely lost the contempt before, not only is there no contempt, but even a trace of admiration is born from the bottom of his heart for the clothed guest in front of him.

What kind of person can practice the mediocre and featureless secular sword to this extent.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two more swords, two swords shot, extremely perfect to grasp the flaw of the decisive sun, one sword cut through the shin armor of the decisive yang, and the other sword chopped the blonde hair of the decisive yang.

If it weren't for the last moment of Duanyang's leaning over, it is estimated that this second sword would not have slashed his hair.

Blood, soaked through the coat, dripped down, staining the snow under his feet.

The tide is over.

But Jueyang still didn't relax in the slightest, he still stared at the clothed guest in front of him, he had to star, because he knew very well that as long as he had the slightest distraction, then he and the Liuyun behind him, the two of them, would immediately die on the spot.

Breaking the sun, this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen.

Who is Duyang, a rare genius of the Money Gang, a one-in-a-million Taoyuan exchange student, and the younger brother of one of the Cangling Heroes.

He began to practice the secret method of the Money Gang since he was ten years old, and he was already a young man at the age of fifteen, and now at the age of eighteen, the Dharma cultivation realm has reached the middle realm of the five elements, far exceeding the people of the same age.

His life has just begun, and he still has to fulfill the dream that Naruko failed to fulfill back then: to cleanse the world of demons and restore peace and joy to the world.

Now that he didn't even see the shadow of a demon, how could he fall in such a place?

"No, absolutely not. ”

Liuyun and Dove were even more shocked, you must know that when Duyang and Lingyi Ke were facing each other, they had been helping Duyang with various enchantment techniques, but the result at this moment was like this, the strength of the four major generals of the Shura soldiers was really terrifying.

Liuyun calculated in his heart that his hidden strength must not be revealed, but if it is not revealed, then it is very likely that the decisive sun, including himself, will be explained here, on the contrary, if it is revealed, and he wins the battle in front of him, there are still three of the four generals, what will happen then?

His thoughts were chaotic, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"What to do, what to do?"

Lingyike, naturally, will not notice the careful thinking of the Decisive Yang Liuyun, at this moment he only needs to make another sword, and he can solve the Decisive Sun, he cultivates the secular sword, killing people, it is never a matter of hesitation with a sword.

A sword came out, stirring up a thousand heavy snow, and the snow was gradually soaked into bright red.

The picture freezes, the sound of all things seems to die in an instant, and everything returns to calm, so calm that it is like a person has lost all his senses in an instant.

At this moment, the person, the hand, the sword in the hand, the sword on the snow, and the man in the snow all stopped.

What is still is the picture, and in this still picture, the sword is still inserted into the boy's body.

The sword is less wounded, and the person is the decisive sun.

The sword was deeply inserted into Duyang's body, and Duyang's hand tightly grasped the sword body with few injuries, but he saw that the still picture suddenly moved slowly, and the sword body with few injuries was gradually soaked with blood between Duyang's palms.

Blood stained the sword body, and the old sword body drank blood, it was like a long drought and nectar, and the old decay was rejuvenated, gradually bright, gradually sharp, and gradually perfect.

"Who the hell are you?"

At this moment, the clothed guest, who had been indifferent and calm, also had a trace of curiosity, this young injury had been with him for so long, but he had no idea that this old sword could be reborn by drinking blood.

Duanyang gripped the sword in his hand, and blood gushed from his palm, but he still held it tightly, without the slightest intention of relaxing.

The snow fell on Duyang's shoulders, and his scattered hair gradually covered his blue eyes, and he was about to be reborn like this young injury.

"The Wind Trick - Sickle. ”

The words are silent, and there are few injuries that change hands.

When he looked at the top of the ironclad furnace again, the clothed man had already retreated a few feet away, his eyes widened, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes couldn't hide his surprise under the hat.

He didn't retreat on his own, but his instinct forced him to retreat.

He is a person who has almost perfect control over his body, and he has always controlled his body perfectly, that is, he has never relied on the instincts that come with his body to act.

But just now, the instinct to stay away from danger made him unconsciously retreat, and his instinct told him that if he didn't retreat, he would die.

The clothier didn't see how Juyang had taken away Shao's injuries, but he did feel the threat of death.

At this moment, the reborn Decisive Yang Zhi was reborn and stood in the snow, his blond hair was messy, and his whole body was stained with blood, but the momentum he exuded was as if a sword immortal had descended into the world, and a sword could destroy all beings.

Duanyang, with the blessing of the sickle, has reached an unfathomable and wonderful realm, his ears can hear the sound of all things, his body can reach the speed of the wind, and his person has become one with the sword of less injury.

But such a wonderful realm is also extremely risky.

Liuyun looked at the sword immortal-like Duyang, he could see that the magic veins in Duyang's body were very messy at this moment, and those veins were wandering around like they had gone mad, and if such a crazy state was not recovered in time, he would definitely explode and die in the end.

"Duyang, what kind of forbidden technique did you use? ”

Liuyun could see it, and the person in the clothes who had regained his composure on the opposite side could naturally also see it.

The man stood still, drawing his sword at his waist.

The real decisive battle is just about to begin.