Qi controls all things, where the heart goes, where the sword goes, this is where the divine will of the sword of all things lies.

As a hail shot towards Wanyan Zonghan like a flying sword, suddenly hail like rain, hovering in the air one by one, and then as if spiritual, the hail flew towards Wanyan Zonghan with sword energy.

Wanyan Zonghan closed his eyes, clenched the plum blossom gun, and the qi machine increased rapidly, forming an invisible wall of qi, resisting the sword qi turned into hail three feet away.

The hail exploded intensively, as if countless spring thunders had fallen between heaven and earth, resounding throughout the world.

The exploding hail seemed to be like plum blossoms with proud snow, swaying with Wanyan Zonghan's qi.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

The snow is real snow, but the plum is not the real plum.

These plum blossoms are the divine will in Wanyan Zonghan's heart.

Those hailstones are Mo Shangtong's swords, and they have even more sword energy.

The middle-aged swordsman had a serious consumption of Qi before breaking the formation, and the realm was not as good as Wanyan Zonghan, although he had broken the threshold of six or seven, the difference between the peak of the seventh realm and the seventh realm was still very huge, just like one was at the top of the Jade Emperor and the other was at the South Heavenly Gate, the height difference was not big, but the distance was still very far away.

Therefore, Mo Shangtong needed to use this kind of trick that did not consume too much qi to meet the enemy, so as to consume Yan Zonghan's qi machine.

Wanyan Zonghan looked at the hail and plum blossoms in front of him, hail is hail, can it become a real plum blossom?

What's the point of not having a fragrance full of everything.

Suddenly, Wanyan Zonghan shot like a dragon, and stabbed at Mo Shangtong, who was lined up with hail in front of him, and the momentum was like the water of the Yellow River rushing into the sea.

Wherever the spear passed, the hailstones were shattered and scattered into mud and dust, but there was no fragrance of plum blossoms.

Mo Shangtong's body didn't move at all, he just raised a hand, his index finger rotated slightly, and the non-attacking sword flashed away, drawing a blue light in the air.

Flying swordsmanship.

The non-attacking sword and the plum blossom gun, ding ding dong dong, collide together, blocking the path of the plum blossom gun.

Wanyan Zonghan held his hand tightly, and the plum blossom gun came straight out, straight to Mo Shangtong's throat.

I go to sea as a real dragon, what can you do to me as a snake?

When Mo Shangtong was about to stab the spear in the throat, he recalled the non-offensive sword, raised the gun, tilted his head, bent his knees down, and the tip of the plum blossom gun sparked a burst of sparks on the non-attacking sword.

Mo Shangtong still raised his gun with his sword, and then rushed forward.

Wanyan Zonghan's wrist trembled, a plum blossom gun pressed down, Mo Shangtong struggled, stepped on the dirt with both legs, and continued to pounce on Wanyan Zonghan.

After Yan Zonghan's wrist shook a little to the right, the plum blossom spear suddenly showed a momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, trying to sweep away Mo Shangtong's head.

All in an instant. If you were to describe a moment, it would be about one-tenth of a sigh.

Mo Shangtong raised his left hand, grabbed the plum blossom spear to prevent the spear from changing its moves, and the sword qi in his right hand shot out from the non-attacking sword, and the three-foot sword qi plus the three-foot-nine-inch sword body just stabbed Yan Zonghan with a sword.

At the same time, Wanyan Zonghan turned the plum blossom gun with his right hand, which immediately made Mo Shangtong's left hand full of flesh and blood.

Then, Wanyan Zonghan hurriedly retreated with a gun.

It was impossible for Mo Shangtong to grab the plum blossom spear with his left hand again, so he let go of the spear and held the sword in his hand.

Both of them stood still.

In this battle, Mo Shangtong pursued tossing and turning between square inches because of the lack of realm, and made a dojo in a snail shell.

Wanyan Zonghan originally wanted to open and close because of the fact that his realm was much higher, but he was forced to give up his advantages by Mo Shangtong's close combat.

Wanyan Zonghan has some regret and some confidence.

What I regret is that it seems that I have not really fought on the battlefield for more than 20 years, and I still lack combat experience against the enemy.

I am confident that the opponent has been fighting in close quarters, and the gas machine is obviously not enough, so I must make good use of it in the later battles.

Mo Shangtong looked at Yan Zonghan after watching it, as if he knew what he was calculating?

Immediately after, an extremely faint aura shot out from the hail, without any color and without any sound, but it was extremely sharp, even sharper than the sword qi.

Sword intent.

A sword roar resounded through the official road, and a sword light rushed towards Wanyan Zonghan.

Wanyan Zonghan did not retreat, he knew that he could not retreat at this time, and there was no way to retreat. Because the surrounding hail also shot out an extremely faint sword intent, forming an incomparably brilliant sword array.

Mo Shangtong said to Wanyan Zonghan, in fact, to Wang Yue: "Everything can be a sword, such as rain, such as hail, and even like the soil under your feet. Of course, if you reach the realm of Daomen Sword Immortal Lu Zu, 'the sword rises and the stars run thousands of miles, and the sound of chasing rain is rough when the wind and thunder are blowing', even the wind and thunder can be swords. ”

Mo Shangtong paused for a moment and continued: "Wanyan Zonghan, for your personal ambitions, you put the people of the world in fire and water, causing countless civilian wives to be separated, I will kill you with this sword way today, can you be convinced?"

Wanyan Zonghan glanced at Mo Shangtong, as if he was looking at an idiot, and then said, "Do you Mo family Renxia like to leave a last word before you die?"

After speaking, Wanyan Zonghan shook the plum blossom gun, and the plum blossom gun suddenly became blood red, and in an instant, countless red plum blossoms bloomed, releasing countless gun intent.

You have a sword for everything, and I have a shot for Hongmei.

Not far away, Li Shanchang shouted: "Why did you hit later, so noisy." Pig Killer I'm going to make a killing move, 'Break the Pig's Chamber'. ”

I saw Li Shanchang holding a knife in his right hand, and his left hand slowly moving on the knife, and for a while, the blade bloomed with brilliant brilliance, as if holding a round of sun, illuminating the people around him couldn't open their eyes at all, and some people even burst into tears.

The wild man was angry at the unevenness, and wore out the ancient knife in his chest.

Li Shanchang's knife has been polished in his chest for twenty years, like a lightning bolt breaking through the sky, like a sleeve of green dragon tearing apart the sky.

Ku Ding dissolves the cow, and Lao Li kills the pig.

This knife directly bypassed Wang Guanyue and went straight to Fang Moyan.

Wang Guanyue looked at it, and couldn't stop it, and suddenly a purple sword qi swept out of his hand, like a brilliant firefly, and came straight towards Li Shanchang.

Siege Wei to save Zhao.

Fang Moyan immediately raised the qi machine to the limit, and danced the cold iron meteor hammer at extreme speed, like a rapidly rotating meteor hammer iron umbrella.

The needle can't be inserted, and the water can't be splashed.

Flowing flowers.

Fang Moyan stopped and broke off.

At that moment, he remembered in his mind that as the defender of Cangzhou City of the Great Song Dynasty, he stood under the iron lion with tens of thousands of male soldiers, and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger against the king of the Southern Courtyard of the Great Liao Dynasty.

At that moment, he remembered his mother's 60th birthday, the eldest brother's family, the second brother's family, the younger sister and his wife, wishing the birthday star "Blessing is like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and the longevity is better than the old pine of Nanshan".

At that moment, he remembered the one who took advantage of his own military training, insulted his wife and sister, killed his mother, eldest brother, and second brother, and the heinous traitor, Tong Guan of the Great Song Dynasty. He wrote a bloody complaint to the emperor, but was reprimanded.

It's not that I want to be evil, it's just that this world is too unfair to me......

At this time, Li Shanchang's words came: "I know that the Da Song Dynasty is unfair to you, but this is not the reason for you to do evil to the people of the Da Song Dynasty. ”

Fang Moyan didn't bat at a glance, he didn't feel that he had done something wrong, and the last words before leaving were: "Heavenly Reason, retribution is not happy?

Li Shanchang shook his head slowly, and then blocked Wang Guanyue's purple electric blue frost with a horizontal knife, looking a little lonely.

The world is collapsing, and the situation is getting worse.

Many martial monks who have been injured and suffered losses have lost hope in the world, and they will be indifferent to the world, at most, I am not embarrassed by this world, but don't expect me to be kind to the world.

In this world, we really need a saint to help the heavens.