"Good. Asking Jiansheng silently looked at Lang Zhong next to the Taoist, and his gaze returned to the Taoist.

habitually lifted the corners of his lips and sneered: "But this Jianming still wants to see what kind of unrivaled Wudang Sword Saint is." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the sword had disappeared in place.

He pointed his sword at the sky, and his figure turned into a sword aura with the sword and soared into the sky, hanging in the night sky pouring cold rain. The sword in his hand changed from the situation of facing Yan Qingming straight up, and made a few weird sword styles, and a dark green aura immediately emerged from the sword body.

The shadow of the sword emerged from the flames. A sword qi that was not similar to Yan Qingming's wind and rain that had just affected the heavens and the earth rippled into ripples in the night rain.

After the momentum is completely up, ask the sword sound to condense the sword in the heart, and enter the sword with the heart. Hold the sword in front of him, and draw half a sword circle without fast or slow.

Half of the sword circle was formed, and there were countless snow-white sword qi behind the sword sound, which also spread into a semicircular sword arc.

Asking the sound of the sword, he was really angry, and he was still going all out just now. When facing Yan Qingming, he only used one sword to really go all out, but this person was different from Yan Qingming.

Yan Qing won in the sword intent, and defeated in the foundation. And this Dao person is a combination of both, to have sword intent and sword intent, to have a foundation and a foundation, which is very outstanding, so this person can become a Wudang Sword Saint.

can stand out, and share the fame with Li Jianshi, the "Lingxu Sword Head", with his Taoist swordsmanship. Ask Jian Sheng to know that his sword realm is not as good as the nameless, and only by going all out can he have a chance to win.

The figure of the sword trembled slightly. The tip of the sword probed lightly, and the snow-white sword qi behind him danced out, forming a whirlpool of sword eyes in the night rain, and a touch of dark green aura was in the middle. Shoot out towards the Taoist standing on the eaves at the end of Fool's Street.

Kuaijian, who was known as the "Wudang Sword Saint", looked at the sound of the sword, shook his head and sighed.

He knew that there would inevitably be a bloody battle here tonight, but he was weak-hearted, he didn't want to meddle in Hongchen's affairs, and he didn't want his hands to be stained with blood.

The peachwood sword on the back of the Taoist named Nameless also began to tremble and whisper.

The fingers of the sword in his right hand were placed in front of his shoulder, and the peachwood sword was unsheathed again, and then he turned his fingers into palms, pressed the palm against the peachwood hilt, and pushed hard, facing the sound of the sword coming from the same sword.

The peachwood sword vibrated and groaned away, meeting the snow-white sword eyes that asked the sound of the sword. The moment the two sword qi collided, the sword qi that erupted like thunder and lightning illuminated the eyebrows of Nameless and Wenjian at the same time.

There was a thud from where the two swords collided. The figure of the sword turned back, and the volley was two feet away, while Nameless did not move.

In the snow-white sword light, the dark green aura was rising, and each of them swirled twice in the night rain and then became one and the same. As soon as he stretched out his right hand, the sword that flashed with a faint green aura fell back into his hand.

The sound of the sword was not slacking off at all, and the figure was rising, pressing directly on the top of the nameless head. Like an evil eagle hunting and swooping down, the sword momentum fell sharply in an instant, and he shouted: "Six desires to slash!"

The long sword of the dark green aura obviously only made one move, but the six sword qi that could be differentiated were completely different. The sword aura may be like singing in the middle of the night, or like bitter wine entering the intestines, or like weeping and joy, and many emotions and six desires in the world are wrapped in a sword.

Six sword qi, the way is like a tide. Cut down to the Taoist who stood on the eaves.

The golden light and holy qi emanating from the peachwood sword shone a faint shadow standing namelessly under the sword of the sword. With a movement of the nameless sword's finger, the golden light holy qi on the peachwood sword instantly turned into a huge wave qi wall to protect the surroundings.

"People's hearts should be quiet, why not be wrong with seven emotions and six desires?"

The sleeves of the nameless robe were rolled, and the sword sound was washed away in an instant.

Leave it empty.

Ask the sword sound and his face does not change.

His real purpose in this current move is not to fight alone with this Wudang Sword Saint to the death. This kind of thing is similar to killing a thousand enemies and inflicting eight hundred losses on himself, he can't do it. Even if you want to do it, others will be the pioneer and take the lead.

Asking Jian Sheng did this because he wanted to personally try the foundation and cultivation of this Wudang Sword Saint, and see how far he was from this Wudang Sword Saint who was as famous as the "Ling Xuan Sword Head" Li Jianshi.

Li Jianshi has always lived in a shallow and deep hide. He has never had a chance to learn from Li Jianshi. But tonight came an opportunity.

He felt that the gap between himself and this Wudang Sword Saint should be the gap between him and Li Jianshi, even if it was not completely accurate, it was not much different, otherwise why would the two of them have the same name?

The sword in his hand did not hesitate at all, and still cut straight down, tearing the wind and rain, and it came in an instant.

The two swords under the golden and green sword qi were tightly resisted by the tips of the swords. The sharp sound of a sharp object seemed to pierce the eardrum.

The sheer strength of the power weighed down from the top of the nameless head, weighing like a thousand pounds. But no one has ever moved his feet, and there is no stagnation between his hands.

The sound of the sword gritted his teeth, twisted his body, brushed the gap where the sword fell, and turned around to slash