The swordsman can hurt people horizontally and vertically, pierce through the armor, be dangerous and abnormal, and be born to kill.

Song Tianhe is the master of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and he is also one of the ten sword masters in the world, and his swordsmanship is naturally good.

And Lu Changsheng created his own eighteen sword techniques, and he got the name of the sword demon a hundred years ago, and he was rated as the first person in the world of swordsmanship in the past thousand years by Xingchen Pavilion.

These two people can be said to be like gods among the sword wielders in the world.

The pinnacle of kendo in the world is none other than these two people.

Hearing Lu Changsheng's words, Jian Er and Zhao Mingrui were shocked at the same time.

"Teacher, no!"

"Changsheng, what are you talking nonsense?!"

Song Tianhe was even more stunned when he heard this, the three of you are not my opponent when you join forces, you actually said that you want to fight me alone and look for death?

Or do you want to avenge yourself and Kenpachi with your own hands?

Thinking of this, Song Tianhe couldn't help but mock: "Lu Changsheng, Lu Changsheng, I really don't know whether to say that you are arrogant or that you are an idiot, do you want to die like this?"

Hearing Song Tianhe's words, Jian Er and Zhao Mingrui opened their mouths, and wanted to persuade them more.

Jian Er has been lurking on Song Tianhe's side all these years, and naturally knows more about Song Tianhe's strength than others.

Although Song Tianhe's current realm still seems to be at the peak of the Nine Realms, according to Jian Er's analysis, he should have stepped into the Ten Realms with one foot.

In other words, with just one proper opportunity, he could potentially become the sixth saint in the world's White Dao Inhuman Realm.

Such a character, even if the three of them join forces, it is extremely difficult to win, let alone Lu Changsheng alone.

Even if Lu Changsheng's swordsmanship is outstanding, even if his combat power is extraordinary, his current cultivation is only in the early stage of the Eight Realms after all.

Lu Changsheng raised his hand, stopped Jian Er and Zhao Mingrui's words, and said, "No need to say more, you two go and help others, remember, try to capture those who can be captured alive as much as possible!"

Seeing that Lu Changsheng had made up his mind, Jian Er and Zhao Mingrui were silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, and turned straight into the chaotic battle situation around them.

Lu Changsheng looked at Song Tianhe and said, "There are only two of us left, let's start, let me see how you have grown in the past twenty years!"

Song Tianhe sneered: "Even if I don't have any savings, you are enough to deal with you in the eight realms......"

Before he could finish his words, Lu Changsheng's sword arrived.

The red sword light burst out, drawing thunderous arc-like lines in the air, like a shocking rainstorm, and like a cold wind.

"Carving insect skills!"

Song Tianhe snorted, and the sky was suddenly filled with demonic qi like smoke and mist, and then a simple nine-foot long sword emitting black gas appeared in his hand.

"Evil!"

The demonic qi gradually dissipated, and Lu Changsheng finally saw the appearance of the nine-foot sword clearly, and his face changed suddenly.

Song Tianhe's original sword shouldn't be the Qingyun Sword Sect's heirloom divine sword Tissot, right?

Why did it become this peerless sword?!

In the War of the Hundred Kingdoms tens of thousands of years ago, the evil sword was the sword of the killing god Zhao Yue.

With this sword, Zhao Yue slaughtered him in one battle

Nearly 10,000 soldiers in the country have since won the title of killing gods.

Although the evil sword is powerful, it is stained with too much blood, and its anger has become extremely heavy.

After Zhao Yue's death, no one could suppress the anger in the evil sword, and the evil sword became more and more fierce.

It wasn't until later that it was discovered that almost every master of the evil sword would eventually be affected by the anger and die of madness.

The descendants of Zhao Yue had no choice but to ask the master to seal the evil sword.

But since the Zhao family disappeared in loneliness, hasn't the evil sword disappeared?

Song Tianhe laughed wildly and brandished his long sword, and said: "I'm very surprised, Lu Changsheng! Thirteen years ago, when I inadvertently obtained the Evil Sword, I ordered someone to fuse it with my Tiansuo Sword, and it took nearly ten years to finally achieve the Heavenly Evil Sword in my hand that is infinitely close to the source soldier, come on, let me see if it is your peerless power, or my Heavenly Evil is more ferocious, hahaha!"

"Maniac!"

Lu Changsheng scolded secretly, and the Peerless Sword came out in response, and the sky instantly changed color, and Zhu Xia covered the entire sky in an instant.

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Feeling the movement here, Zhao Mingrui and the others were suddenly shocked.

Two world-destroying forces suddenly filled the entire arena.

Whether it was the giant blood phoenix after Lu Changsheng's death, or the tall and abnormal demon armor warrior after Song Tianhe, the aura emanating from them was as if it was suffocating.

The sky was split in half by two powerful and abnormal forces, one side as red as blood and the other as black as ink, like a huge Taiji diagram.

The shadows of Lu Changsheng and Song Tianhe had long since disappeared in place, and the two were fighting at a speed that their eyes could not catch.

Everyone looked around, and saw that two piercing cold lights, one red and one black, were constantly colliding in mid-air, and the sharp sword qi permeated the heavens and the earth, just like air everywhere.

Violent waves of qi violently slammed into the sky and the earth, splashing energy fragments and scorching firelight that fell to the ground like a torrential rain, but in an instant, the entire martial arts arena was ignited.

The walls of the martial arts field had already collapsed and turned into ruins, and some of the weaker cultivators were just accidentally stained with a little bit of fire falling from the sky, and they were burned to ashes in an instant and dispersed with the wind, and they died before they could even scream.

Looking at this picture, Zhao Mingrui, Jian Er and the others suddenly changed color in shock, and at the same time, they used their spiritual power to prop up a huge energy light shield in the center of the martial arts field, enveloping the major forces who came to watch the ceremony.

These people were only poisoned, not dead, and if they were not protected at this time, the battle would not be over by then, and the people would really be dead.

And the actions of Zhao Mingrui and the others seemed to have just given the Qingyun Sword Sect and the Alien Demon a chance to fight back.

"Made, these crumbs!"

As he was talking, Zhao Mingrui was hit by a sword in his arm, if it weren't for Jian Er's timely support, I'm afraid Zhao Mingrui's life would have been explained here.

"Thank you!" Zhao Mingrui said.

The two gods of the sword said solemnly: "Be careful!"

It was at this time that the defense

An extremely deep spiritual power suddenly melted into the shield.

Zhao Mingrui and the others were startled, and hurriedly looked at the high platform, only to see that the spiritual power on Baili Xiujie was rapidly pouring into the protective shield.

"Baili Xiujie, your injury?" Jian Er said worriedly.

Baili Xiujie shook the picture, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, hand over the protective shield to me, you concentrate on fighting!"

As early as when Jian Er killed Jian Yi, he had already knocked Baili Trail Xing unconscious, and then put him on the edge of Baili Zhuyue.

After a short period of pranayama, the spiritual power in his body has recovered a lot, although his hands are temporarily useless and unable to fight, but it is still possible to release the spiritual power to maintain the protective shield.

Hearing this, Zhao Mingrui glanced at Jian Er, the two nodded lightly, and then abruptly withdrew their spiritual power.

"Polar bear, go to the high platform to protect Baili Xiujie!"

After Zhao Mingrui slashed down a Qingyun disciple with a knife, he suddenly shouted at a hidden guard of the Dark Blade not far away.

"Understood!" the Hidden Blade guard replied, and then flew to Baili Xiujie's side with an arrow step.

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The battle between Lu Changsheng and Song Tianhe continued, and the two sword lights, one red and one black, were still intertwined in the sky, and those dense sword shadows gradually formed a two-color giant net, as if they were about to bind this boundless earth.

The torrential fires continued to fall, and they landed on the shield, splashing in circles and circles of energy ripples, and then like fire and water merging, they kept making a swishing sound.

Until a terrifying sound like thunder exploded in the field, and the two of them were finally separated.

It was the roar of Song Tianhe's evil sword soul killing god, and it was also the endless roar of Lu Changsheng's peerless sword soul Chiyan Blood Phoenix.

Lu Changsheng held the Peerless Sword with a blank face and landed on the back of the Red Yan Blood Phoenix.

His injuries were very serious, and there were sword holes one after another, and blood was scrambling out of these sword holes, faintly carrying wisps of weird black gas.

The Heavenly Evil Sword in Song Tianhe's hand possessed an extremely terrifying curse power, which was the power from the Evil Sword.

The spiritual power in Lu Changsheng's body was dissipating from his body little by little along with those black qi.

Song Tianhe's face was also ugly, he didn't expect Lu Changsheng, who had cultivated in the early stage of the Eight Realms, to be so difficult.

With his cultivation at the peak of the Nine Realms, coupled with the power of the Heavenly Evil Sword, not only did he fail to take it down in one fell swoop, but he even suffered a lot of injuries, what a shame is this?

Looking at the sword marks in front of him, Song Tianhe's face was already sinking and was about to drip water.

Lu Changsheng took a recovery elixir, raised his head and glanced at Song Tianhe coldly, and said indifferently: "Song Tianhe, the last sword, let's decide life and death!"

"It's not life and death, it's my life, you die!" Song Tianhe said in the same cold tone.

As the words fell, the two of them closed their eyes almost at the same time, and a moment later, two forces that were enough to destroy the world suddenly poured out of their bodies.

There was silence for a moment.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people on the battlefield with great nervousness.

The decisive battle is finally about to begin.

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