The earth cracked and the mountains collapsed, shaking the mountains and birds.

Also alarmed were the men and women in a certain grotto.

The two of them were covered in a single strand, and their white skin was tightly pressed together, snuggling up to each other.

After the crazy lingering, the woman's delicate body was covered with bruises, her hair was messy, and the moment she woke up, she was greeted by a dignified man.

In an instant, the seemingly delicate woman struggled to push the man away with a palm.

The man who had also just woken up was blinded, and before he could understand what was going on, he slipped out and slammed into the stone wall.

The sudden pain brought the man to his senses immediately.

He subconsciously waved his hand to fight back, but found that there was no reaction, the sword yuan in his body did not move, and there was no sign of a folding fan flying out of his body.

Then his right hand touched his waist, but he didn't grasp the folding fan, and only the warm skin touched his hand.

The man immediately lowered his head, and there was only a scene in front of him that made him feel ashamed. The lower half of the body is exposed, and the upper body is covered with scratches and tooth marks on the chest.

Then the man and woman looked at each other and fell silent.

It only took a moment for the two to remember what had happened and what they had done to each other.

The woman immediately became angry and let out a scream, "You, damn it!"

At this time, the woman didn't care about the spring leakage, grabbed a slender hairpin in the shape of a willow leaf sword on the ground, bounced up, and stabbed the man.

The man hesitated, but in the end he didn't raise his foot and kicked at the woman, allowing the woman to pounce, and the willow leaf sword hairpin was deeply pierced into his shoulder.

did not stab the vital point, the woman pulled out the hairpin and stabbed again, pointing directly at the center of her eyebrows.

This time, the man did not hesitate, grabbed the woman's wrist with one hand, and stopped the fatal blow.

The tip of the hairpin was less than an inch away from the center of the man's eyebrows.

The woman's other hand had just been raised, and she was also grabbed by the wrist.

In an instant, the two wrestled and struggled.

At this time, the posture of the two was ambiguous, but the woman's eyes only had shame and indignation in her eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to kill the man who had defiled her body.

A moment of stalemate.

The man said: "Miss Liuwu, Nan didn't mean to take away your innocence, but you and I both fell into that person's illusion, and we had to do it." ”

Listening to this, no matter how you look at it, it means that you don't want to admit it, but the actual situation is very clear in the hearts of the two of them, this is the truth.

When the two met, they were about to make a move, but a rogue man suddenly rushed out from the side, just teasing the two of them a few words, and then the two of them were delirious, and the current incident happened.

The woman shrank her hand, but she couldn't move, and shouted in an extremely cold voice: "Let go!"

When the man heard this, he immediately became kind.

The woman was no longer restrained, and did not stab again, but held the hairpin and immediately stepped back, grabbed the clothes on the ground and retreated to the other side of the cave.

The man grabbed his clothes on the ground and fled from the cave.

Soon after.

The woman walked out of the cave, neatly dressed and with her long hair scattered.

"Nan Qiuye, even if you run out of the sky, I will kill you!"

The voice is sharp and penetrates the mountains and forests.

......

miles away.

The man was already dressed at this time, sitting on a gravel, looking at the roaring torrent in the distance, his mind was in a trance, and his face struggled a little.

At this time, some thoughts in his heart were like this rushing and roaring torrent, washing over his mind.

......

......

On the peaks of the micro mountains.

The sword light shot down by the two autonomous peaks seemed to be some kind of signal, making the peaks on the peaks faster than fighting

Quickly miserable.

The summit of Huibu Peak.

The crazy fight shocked everyone present.

A giant sword carried the phantom of the mountain from the sky, and poured down the man with the sword basket on his back.

In the face of this full blow, the man with a sword basket on his back like a farmer in the field frowned.

He had seen such a picture, and when he returned to Yuanshan a few months ago, the other party used this blow to crush the opponent's landscape phantom.

The man took a deep breath and raised his hands.

The thatch-like swords in the sword basket behind them all shot out, rushing towards the fallen giant sword and the mountain phantom.

At this moment, on the top of the vast and flat Qi Refining Peak, there was an extra mountain out of thin air, and below it were hundreds of short swords like weeds and pillars, and more than 100 swords did not succumb to the pressure of the phantom of this mountain, and stubbornly went upward, holding it to the death.

Looking at such a magical picture, everyone at the top of the peak was amazed.

Even the battle between the two half-step sword immortals before was not as exciting as the scene in front of him.

The man looked at the person opposite and sneered: "Using the Heavenly Dao Sword Momentum to simulate the sword intent, we are experts in this method, Abbot Jiang, if you only have this means, you can end yourself as soon as possible, and save me from doing it." ”

The Sword Forest is famous for its Heavenly Dao sword power, and its disciples are extremely accomplished in this aspect.

At this time, Abbot Jiang faced the enemy in this way, in Du Baiqian's opinion, it was simply an axe.

Abbot Jiang retracted his gaze from looking upwards and said, "I'll give you this sentence!"

The voice did not fall.

Du Baiqian's face suddenly changed, and he stomped his feet and retreated.

At this moment, Abbot Jiang instantly appeared where Du Baiqian had just stood, and punched him in the air.

He prefers fist-to-hand combat to Edgeworth's attacks.

With a missed punch, Abbot Jiang didn't stop at all, and chased after the farmer man with the sword basket on his back again.

Du Baiqian dodged the first punch, and after seeing the opponent's offensive clearly, he suddenly laughed, as if he saw an old farmer in the field who had been in drought for a long time, and was overjoyed.

"It's good to come!"

With a loud shout, Du Baiqian did not retreat but advanced, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he instantly fist-to-fist with Abbot Jiang, stirring up a strong wind, and making the robes of the two of them hunt.

At this time, the two of them were not like sword cultivators at all, but they were martial artists, fists to the flesh, and they beat each other to death.

In the blink of an eye, within a range of more than ten zhang, there were two remnants, fists hitting the flesh, and a muffled sound like a heavy hammer and drum shook the hearts of the onlookers.

Among the people watching the battle from the periphery, there was no one who was the grandmaster martial artist, and when he saw the crazy fight between the two, his face still changed slightly.

For them, these disciples from top sects can simply be called demons, they are sword cultivators who take the head of the sword themselves, and now they are fighting with their fists and feet, but they are not weaker than the grandmaster martial arts, and they simply don't give other cultivators a way to live.

In the words of some wild cultivators, it is to go the way of others, so that others have no way to go.

The two of them in the battle were already bloodstained in their mouths and noses at this time, and every time they received a punch from the other party, an afterimage would suddenly rise on their bodies and backs.

This is not that the two of them are too fast, but a sign that the condensed divine soul is about to be beaten out of the body.

It can be seen that the two of them did not have any strength at all, and they both wanted to kill each other with one punch.

When the two exchanged punches again, they both retreated and retreated.

Du Baiqian spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the sword basket behind his back with his backhand, and threw it towards Abbot Jiang.

The sword basket was scattered, forming hundreds of soft swords, like bloodthirsty snakes, frantically pounced on their prey.

The killer move finally appeared at this moment.

Abbot Jiang didn't show any panic, and reached out and tore it off

On the sleeveless black robe, he raised his hand.

The black robe instantly swelled like a curtain, and hundreds of soft swords slammed into it, like hitting the drum surface, and the banging sound was endless.

At the same time, Abbot Jiang, who threw out the robe, let out a long roar and rose directly from the ground.

The eyes of everyone watching the battle on the top of the mountain were all attracted by this figure.

Some sharp-eyed people saw that the shirtless abbot Jiang was holding a black hammer covered with forbidden runes in his hand.

This figure continued to climb until it was higher than the area where hundreds of thatched sword formations and giant swords were confronted in the sky above, and then in the eyes of everyone, Abbot Jiang slammed his hammer on the hilt of the giant sword.

Bang!

The sound of hammers striking iron was heard throughout the hills.

Shining sparks flew in all directions, like a burst of fireworks.

The giant sword that was hit hard, and the mountain phantom suddenly pressed down, and the sword array below instantly shattered, like an iron fiber chiseling ice, hitting the fluffy ice chips, and the momentum was amazing.

As early as the moment Abbot Jiang jumped up, Du Baiqian's face changed.

The sword basket killing move didn't work, which already made him feel a little bad, and he thought that Abbot Jiang, who rushed out, was planning to fight with him again, but he didn't expect the other party to go to the sky.

He had seen Abbot Jiang's Yuntai Sword Portrait and knew that the falling giant sword was Abbot Jiang's greatest means.

thought that controlling this move, and then forcing the other party to have to fight with his own body, was enough to attract his attention.

The move of smashing the sword with a heavy hammer had never been used by Abbot Jiang at all, and it had exceeded his expectations.

However, in this kind of name fight, what is unexpected will have to pay a huge price.

This kind of price is often life.

The falling giant sword was directly crushed on top of Du Baiqian's head.

The man with a blank face was crushed into a ball of flesh on the spot, and the blood mist was pressed on the gray floor tiles, like a layer of bright red carpet, which was extremely dazzling.

The giant sword didn't hit the ground, it hovered on the blood-red ground, and it was extremely domineering.

The next moment, Abbot Jiang, who fell to the ground, made a move, and the giant sword flew back upside down, and was held in his hand.

Holding a hammer in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, he went into battle shirtless, and this image looks like a blacksmith striking iron no matter how you look at it.

But it was this blacksmith who, with a single hammer, smashed to death the outstanding disciple of the Sword Forest.

And still in an extremely domineering way.

Everyone on the top of the mountain was silent for a long time.

Abbot Jiang retracted his black robe, put the sword back on his back, and turned to walk to the edge of the platform.

There was a boulder there, and Jiang Feng, who had a pale face, sat next to the boulder.

Long before the battle between Abbot Jiang and Du Baiqian, Jiang Feng had already fought with Ye Yan, the head of the Ye family in Sword Casting City, and the result was that both sides were defeated.

Jiang Feng is a half-step sword immortal, and Ye Yan is also not reckless.

The fight between the two is far less fierce than Abbot Jiang's, but the higher the realm, the more they pay attention to returning to the basics.

Looking at Abbot Jiang who came over, Jiang Feng said softly: "It's hard work, I didn't expect you to still have this hand, it seems that you didn't go all out last time when you were fighting the sword on the Yuntai." ”

Abbot Jiang grabbed his shirt and wiped the blood on his face, perhaps because of the victory, and said with a smile: "Killing people and fighting swords are two different things. ”

Then he bent down to help Jiang Feng up, feeling that Jiang Feng seemed to be a little weak, "Master Feng......"

Immediately after that, he stopped, pretended to be nothing, and helped Jiang Feng to go to the master stationed in the academy.

The eyes of everyone on the top of the mountain fell on the two people who seemed to be seriously injured, and turned from shock to admiration.

A moment later, a wide giant sword flew up, and two figures sat on it, heading to the main peak in the clouds.