On the trembling right hand was a trembling sword.

The blade trembled slightly, and let out a low roar. It seems to have been infused with a force too strong to be controlled.

Under the trembling right hand was a flushed face.

The flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly, the roots of his teeth were bitten desperately, and the green tendons on his neck burst out and bulged.

The sword qi turned into sword flames from the sword and the person. It looks like it's been ignited by the blazing sword fire around it.

Yah!

The sound of asking the sword that was pressed under the sword of "Yan Returns" made a loud shout that was clearly audible in the thunderbolt.

In the midst of the loud cheers, the sword was swung hard. The movement went from slow to fast, and sparks kept falling from the intersection of the two swords. The pressure in the air kept increasing, as if some invisible monster was desperately tearing at it.

"Yan Returns" slashed at the sword qi above the head of the sword, and the sword body of the sword was broken at the waist. The remaining sword qi suddenly fell into the ground more than three feet deep, and all the bluestones spread on the ground exploded to both sides.

The face of the sword was full of true qi, and it was impossible to continue to maintain the appearance of a low vulture. The anger in his eyes was on fire, almost gushing out.

Man rises from the ground like a giant rabbit. With a dance of the long sword in his hand, he also slashed a sword at Yan Qingming.

Neither of their swords looked like swords tonight. The sword is a symbol of elegance and grace, and it is flexible and unpredictable, and it is rare to have such a hard time.

But since the sound of the sword and Yan Qingming started to move, they have always been back and forth, block by block, and use the sword as a knife, whip, and stick without fancy, and every move is an impartial hard collision.

This kind of confrontation does not rely on how wonderful the moves are, but on one's own cultivation and foundation to divide the victory and defeat, and decide life and death.

Simple, brutal, it makes both swordsmen seem crazy.

Yan Qingming's sword intent affected the heavens and the earth, and it was much stronger than asking the sound of the sword. However, this sword intent that is very comparable to a person is beyond the scope that he can achieve at his age, and it is also beyond the scope that he can comprehend at his age.

This body of sword intent may be made by Youzhou's unyielding bones. It may also be made by the spirit of Youzhou for thousands of years.

Yan Qingming, who is young and weak, is full of thoughts about the affairs of the world and cares about the changes in the current situation in the world, and is not a swordsman who is completely obsessed with swordsmanship. It's too late to comprehend this sword intent, thoroughly comprehend it, and let it be used.

Yan Qingming's true cultivation and foundation are definitely outstanding among the younger generation, and if you list a ranking, there will definitely be Yan Qingming's name among the top five.

Compared with the sound of the sword, it is worse after all. In addition to taking advantage of the first move, Yan Qingming has always been at a disadvantage, and when Yan Qingming asked about the two moves after the sword formation was laid, Yan Qingming had already suffered internal injuries.

It's not that Yan Qingming can't do it, but that Jian Sheng has lived for more than ten years and forcibly suppressed Yan Qingming.

The slash of the sword sound was the same as the slash that Yan Qingming had just now. The same momentum, the same all-out.

When Yan Qingming slashed with all his strength just now, the sound of the sword deliberately gave Yan Qingming time. Half of that class was regretting, and half of it was condensing the sword intent, and now that he had done it, it was a state of no distraction and the slightest mercy, and he just wanted to kill Yan Qing directly under the sword in one go.

Yan Qingming, who raised his sword to resist, tried his best to mention the true yuan and gritted his teeth. But the sword momentum is still obvious.

His jaw was shattered, and blood flowed down the back of his hand into his sleeve.

In a moment, his true qi became silently turned into a well that was wantonly cultivated. Blood is boiling water in a well, constantly tumbling, constantly rising, and constantly gushing outward.

The mouth was full of blood.

Yan Qingming refused to give up and refused to admit defeat. refuses to die under the sword of the sword.

On his forehead, sweat overflowed at a speed visible to the human eye. It's just that the pouring rain fell on him, so that he couldn't tell the sweat of those things, and those were rain.

Yan Qing couldn't stop panting. He felt that there was a mountain above him that was about to collapse, and there were thousands of troops roaring and galloping in his body, and it was no longer enough to be angry.

His breathing grew faster, deeper, and more cloudy. The chest rose and fell more violently with frantic gasps.

It's like a person who has run two hundred miles on foot, only to stop and not even have time to rest, and then to continue to run.

After another moment, Yan Qingming found out in disbelief that even such a breath could not suppress the decline. He felt that his body had become a funnel, a bottomless pit, and no matter how much he gasped, it would not help.

The breath inhaled is getting less and less. The only ones were spit out before they reached the viscera.

Yan Qingming pursed her lips tightly and was not panting, and her normal breathing was gone. Let the abdomen keep contracting, and the chest can't stop rising and falling.

As a result, blood flowed from his nose, and even his eyes were bloodshot.

As a result, the seven orifices he was holding gradually lost consciousness. He couldn't hear or see, he just felt dizzy and the world was spinning. The flesh-and-blood body seemed to be drained little by little by something.

But Yan Qingming still refused to give up and refused to admit defeat. refuses to die under the sword of the sword.

He told himself over and over again in his heart: I can't fall, I can't fall!

He pursed his lips and held his breath, condensing all the vitality that could be condensed in his body. He wanted to use this breath to maintain his declining momentum and resist the sword that asked the sword.

But how long can he last this breath?

Yu Yunwen took Zhen Shanshan's sword for Yan Chengfeng, and successfully stopped Zhen Shanshan, but Zhen Shanshan didn't entangle with Yu Yunwen, and didn't even look at Yu Yunwen.

He only attacked the swallow and rode the wind. It seems that he killed Yan Chengfeng with his own hands.

Yan Chengfeng added a sword wound on his body,