It's strange to face the enemy on the battlefield.

Those who are afraid of death tend to die.

If you are not afraid of death, you may not be able to live.

What can really survive is the kind of heart that is not afraid of death, but also has the courage not to be afraid of death.

Mo Shangtong and Li Zijian continued to break the formation, Mo Shangtong raised his sword and changed his stab, and several cavalrymen wearing heavy armor were slashed together by this sword qi that went straight through the air, and even people with armor and weapons were smashed together, and they were immediately sprinkled with blood and severed limbs.

Mo Shangtong and Li Zijian had already crossed half of the cavalry, and of course the cavalry of the Dajin Dynasty did not need to turn their horses' heads, and they only interfered with each other in vain, so they naturally sprinkled their anger on the hundreds of rebels.

It's just that when the Golden Cavalry thought that it would be like cutting vegetables, cutting off these rebels, no one thought that this group of rivers and lakes that didn't know where to jump out of the corner was also so difficult.

These rebels were very fast, and they were extremely agile in the square inches under the hooves of their horses, and it was difficult for the Golden Cavalry to stab them with their spears.

Once they dodged the cavalry spears, they used their rolling knives and went straight to the horse's legs. For a time, the war horses neighed and blood flowed like rivers.

Mo Shangtong said to Li Zijian: "I'm going to speed up." ”

Before, the two fought and advanced, Mo Shangtong obviously felt that it was slower, and if it was slow, it would change, who knows if Yan Zonghan had prepared other back-ups.

Mo Shangtong shot with a sword, sword after sword, compared with the previous calm and leisurely, he became extremely fast with a sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a large area of corpses was divided in an instant, and it gave people the illusion that the essence of swordsmanship in the world was only horizontal and vertical, as if he was born with a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere of heaven and earth.

So much so that Li Zijian, who was following behind, felt relaxed even if he was not a swordsman and was not familiar with swordsmanship.

It's all like this, or is it the sixth person of the Nine Dao Sword Dao of the Heavenly Machine?

What would the first person be like?

The mountains look up, and the scenery stops. Although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it.

Li Zijian followed behind Mo Shangtong, and he had nothing to do for a while, just paying more attention to the clues on the battlefield.

Soon found some dead soldiers hidden in the cavalry, one of them, the Fifth Realm monk, although this monk was swept away by Mo Shangtong's sword qi and suffered some injuries, but judging from the tracking and observation skills that Li Zijian had cultivated over the past ten years, it must have been done deliberately. Of course, Mo Shang is on the battlefield together, and any tricks are actually useless.

But be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Mo Shang flashed away, swept forward several feet in an instant, holding a non-attack, and the blue light flowed, setting off Mo Shangtong like a god.

With his fingers together, pinching the sword technique, the cyan rays on the non-attacking sword instantly scattered out, and on the battlefield within a few zhang, except for the Fifth Realm monk who escaped in time, they were all shattered by the sword qi.

It's better to hit someone a thousand times.

Surrounded by enemies, there is only one sword.

If Wang Guanyue could see this scene, he would probably tell himself that he was ranked ninth, although he was defeated, he was still honored.

It's a pity that Wang Guanyue is already difficult to take care of at this time.

Li Shan's sword intent is amazing, Wang Guanyue is already too busy to take care of himself, how can he have the leisure to see Mo Shangtong break the formation.

The swordsman must have this kind of atmosphere of "ten thousand enemies on the battlefield". Seeing that he was almost at Yan Zonghan's side, Mo Shangtong jumped up lightly, stepped on the back of a horse, and flashed on the head of the horse or the back of the war horse behind him, making those horsemen only feel like a gust of breeze blowing in their faces, and the spear was also pierced, but they couldn't successfully catch even a piece of Mo Shangtong's clothes.

The escaped dead man suddenly shot out from under the horse's belly, holding an Emei thorn, and shouted, "Die!"

Mo Shangtong tilted his neck, just dodging the assassination of Emei Thorn, and at the same time reached out and grabbed the hand of the dead man, so that he threw it back, and the dead man drew a large arc in the air, and with a dull sound, he was thrown seven or eight feet away.

The swordsman with a resolute face, in front of everyone's eyes, was like a fairy who flew by the wind, with fluttering sleeves and a long sword in his hand, and came straight to Wanyan Zonghan.

The battlefield is tragic, and the rivers and lakes are heroic.

It was only fifty steps away from Wanyan Zonghan.

There were two people standing in front of Wan Yan Zonghan, one of them, no more than thirty years old, one wearing a green robe, one hand behind his back, and the tip of the sword in the other hand pointed directly at Mo Shangtong; the other was an old man with long breathing white hair, wearing a brocade robe and a golden talisman twisted between his fingers.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi took the lead in attacking, and with a wave of his right hand, a cyan sword qi came with wind and thunder, and the sword qi as thick as a cyan python broke through Mo Shangtong's sword qi, and it was also divided into two by non-attack, and roared past Mo Shangtong's side.

A sleeve of green snakes?

The Tianji Nine Dao List is only ranked in the top ten on one continent, but there are ten people on each list, but there is one alternate.

There are ten people on the kendo list, and one alternate, and the alternate person is a sleeve of green snakes and Duanmushu.

Mo Shangtong put away the horizontal sword style, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood.

Wanyan Zonghan stood behind a few people and said with a smile: "This continent is so big, there are only eleven people on the kendo list; ”

The old man in the brocade robe smiled slightly, gathered his mind, and threw the golden talisman that had been treasured for many years into the air. The talisman rises into the air and disappears in an instant. In an instant, a gold-armored military general fell to the ground, one foot tall, holding a halberd, and within that solemn golden armor, only silver light flowed, and the general had no substantial body.

Seeing such a scene, Li Zijian knew that the situation was urgent and could no longer have reservations, so his qi soared, and the reed leaf spear went out to sea like a long dragon, piercing through a passage, killing the general, and standing straight in front of the golden armor general.

Mo Shangtong gave Li Zijian a thumbs up, then slowly took off the water bladder from his waist, raised his head and took a sip.

Mo Shangtong threw the wine to Li Zijian and said, "When you sing about wine, life is geometric." Drunk and lying on the battlefield, brotherhood is deep. Born as a hero, die as a ghost. ”

Li Zijian also raised his head and took a sip and threw the water bladder.

I saw Li Zijian muttering words that no one could hear, and then the whole person fell into an ethereal realm that he had never heard before.

Back then, he learned to fight on the battlefield, and today he shoots to pierce a strong enemy.

I don't know if I've shot more than 100,000 times before, or hundreds of thousands of times.

On the battlefield, I have a shot. There are mountains to open mountains, and there is water to cut off water!

Li Zijian's internal qi machine did not converge at all, like a flood bursting the embankment, rushing through one qi mansion after another, in one go.

Li Zijian suddenly stabbed out the reed leaf spear in an instant, bringing up a brilliant gun aura that he couldn't see, and it was a shot at the tall golden armor wrestler.

A big hole appeared on the body of the gold-armored wrestler in front of him, and the silver light burst out, along with the huge halberd, shattered with a bang, and then fell to the ground, shattering violently, and the golden light and silver rays of the ground flew all over the sky.

Li Zijian, who was sweating and squatting slightly on his knees, was in a trance for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses, straightened his waist, and clenched the reed leaf gun in his hand.

Li Zijian has never been so hearty, so he wants to vent the depression in his heart, and on the battlefield, he shouted loudly: "I am Li Zijian, who dares to fight to the death with me!"

At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the light rain that had just been pouring suddenly poured down, and the rain was like a curtain.

The heavy rain has not stopped, and there are no green hills to be seen.

As soon as the Duanmu Shu people stomped their feet, the rain splashed, and there were countless flying swords.

You are the sixth person on the kendo list, I am the candidate on the kendo list, it seems far behind, but I haven't actually fought, how can the world know that I am not as good as you.

Almost at the same time, the two Heavenly Machine List kendo masters were intertwined.

The two sword qi fiercely intersected together, forming a tornado full of water vapor, Mo Shangtong and Duanmu Shuren each took out their swords, fiercely intersected, and constantly borrowed their strength, such as climbing a tall building, such as climbing five mountains.

In the tornado, the sky was dark, and the two of them took out their swords and returned to their swords, pulling high and high, and they didn't know that they were dozens of feet from the ground.

Suddenly, as soon as the sudden wind stopped, a figure fell straight from the sky, smashing a deep pit on the ground; one flew into the sky, and his body was higher than the mountains, like a great peng spreading its wings, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

The result of this battle is obvious, the sixth is still the sixth, and the alternate may not necessarily be the alternate.

Suddenly, a voice fell from the sky: "Wanyan Zonghan, take me a sword, the name of the sword is born!"