The wind and snow are still there, and there are still people moving forward in the wind and snow.

A white-clothed swordsman walked slowly, quietly, indifferently, and spotlessly.

The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return, everything is so natural. You can't even notice his presence if you don't see it.

He held a sword in his hand, unpretentious, serene and profound. The sword is like its own person, revealing loftiness and arrogance in the ordinary.

The person who came was the third among the top ten masters of the underworld, and the Bafang Wind and Rain Battle.

He stopped beside the two corpses and stood opposite Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai asked casually, "I wonder if the Hundred Step Divine Fist Nangong Liuyun is also here?"

Lian Zhantian said lightly: "He has something important to do, so he can't come." ”

Liu Ruobai asked again, "Then how can I find him?"

Lian Zhantian smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Maybe if I die, he will go to you." ”

Liu Ruobai smiled and said, "Very good." ”

Lian Zhantian sighed lightly, and then groaned: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you roar and walk slowly." Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the place where I have always been, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine when I return. ”

As the words fell, a long sword slowly unsheathed, flashing with a turquoise light, magical and weird.

His expression became lofty and arrogant, his eyes were empty, and he was the only one in the vast world. The body of that quaint and unpretentious long sword was surrounded by blue-green sword qi, which was mysterious. Unconsciously, a sacrosanct and inviolable awe-inspiring momentum arose from his heart, spreading in all directions, straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

In the blink of an eye, the sky became more gloomy, and it seemed that an even more violent wind and snow were brewing.

Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.

Tian Kun's face changed slightly, and he muttered: "He has used his artistic conception to the point of doing whatever he wants......

Meng Tian's eyes were firm, and he said with a straight face: "But Brother Liu will definitely win." ”

At this time, Liu Ruobai's expression became indifferent, and his eyes were sometimes blurred and sometimes empty.

"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. He looked confused.

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi. His gaze was steadfast.

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. It dawned on him.

In a moment, he seemed to have been reborn from the ashes.

He wielded the Heavenly Fury Sword at will, and his gestures were natural, as if he was fused with all things in heaven and earth, and it was so harmonious......

Seeing this, everyone present was stunned.

"How can this be?" Ma Ming couldn't believe it at all.

Meng Tian's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "Heavenly anger drinks blood, fights to nourish war, and the murder weapon in the world is worthy of its name." This was the strongest blow of the magic knife in the realm of selflessness, and it was swallowed by the Heavenly Fury Sword, but it still did not dissipate. ”

Lian Zhantian has been famous for a long time and has a lot of knowledge, and he instantly thought of the legend of Heavenly Fury drinking blood. At this moment, for him, victory or defeat is worthless, but he wants to fight heartily.

He was ecstatic.

A long drought is a rainstorm, a foreign country meets an old acquaintance, the cave house spends candle nights, and the gold list is titled, but that's it.

He laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed through heaven and earth.

In an instant, the wind was raging, and the blizzard was merciless.

The stronger the wind, the heavier the snow, swept in from all directions, converging on the body of the ancient and unpretentious long sword.

The turquoise glow shines even more brightly.

The turquoise sword aura was even stronger.

The sword remained calm.

Lian Zhantian's sword stabbed out, which seemed to be unremarkable, but it contained a terrifying power that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

Liu Ruobai swung his sword to meet him, very casually, but fearless.

The next moment, the swords clashed.

I only heard a "boom", like a muffled thunder, resounding through the sky. A circle of terrifying ripples dispersed in all directions, and everywhere it passed, snowflakes danced, grass and trees were broken, and there was faint mud mixed in it.

Both of them took five steps back to stabilize their figures.

Lian Zhantian stood with his sword in his hand, heroic and sassy, and laughed: "Very good!"

Liu Ruobai stood leaning on the sword, his face turned pale, and said loudly: "Come again!"

As soon as the words fell, a touch of blood appeared in his eyes, and his handsome face was as cold as frost. The color of blood suddenly became intense, and then turned into a mass of pitch black. The dark red sword body continued to exude a rich black aura. The black energy soared into the sky, spreading in all directions, and in an instant, the whole world was pitch black.

The dark red blade melted into the darkness.

He also melted into the darkness.

Seeing this situation, Meng Tian couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This type of black space makes Brother Liu show that it is a black world, and he is much stronger than Qi Gongzi." ”

Ma Ming couldn't help but ask, "Is this still the strongest blow devoured by the Heavenly Fury Sword?"

Meng Tian just hummed softly.

Lian Zhantian only felt the pride in his chest surge, and laughed loudly: "Happy!" As soon as the words fell, he stabbed out with another sword, stabbing into the endless darkness, which seemed simple, but the terrifying power that destroyed the world was everywhere.

At this time, Meng Tian's face changed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "How can this be?"

Li Ruoxian hurriedly asked, "Tian'er, what's wrong?"

Meng Tian took a deep breath and muttered: "The so-called one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion. Tian'er thought that Brother Liu would undoubtedly win when facing the enemy with the strongest blow in the three-style artistic conception, but she didn't expect that when this Lian Daxia shot with the second sword, his power would increase instead of decreasing. ”

Brother Wanyan said lightly: "What if they can't win? For them, what about life and death? Only by rising up in adversity and seeking a breakthrough on the edge of life and death can they become truly strong." Speaking of this, he sighed slightly: "The world of the strong is lonely. ”

Ma Ming nodded slightly, as if he had realized.

Unconsciously, the turquoise light pierced through the endless darkness.

There was another muffled thunder explosion, and a circle of terrifying ripples dispersed in all directions, and everywhere it passed, snowflakes danced, grass and trees were broken, and there was faint mud mixed in it.

In the haze, two figures stood opposite each other, looming.

At this moment, I saw countless cold stars flying towards one of them.

Soon after, the dust settled.

Lian Zhantian stood with his sword in his hand, and there was still a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Ruobai stood leaning on the sword, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

At some point, there were two more corpses at their feet. One was a scrawny young man with a deerskin pouch around his waist and slender and slender fingers, apparently a master of hidden weapons. He is Qiu Leng, the sixth master of Lianyun Village. The other is a white-clothed man with clear eyebrows, still holding a folding fan in his hand. He is the seventh master of Lianyun Village, Yu.

Dugu Feng muttered to himself: "Lian Zhantian is a bloody man. ”

Brother Wanyan just chuckled.

It didn't seem to matter what happened just now, Qiu Leng and Gongziyu were just moths to the fire.

Lian Zhantian said loudly: "The last move." ”

Liu Ruobai smiled lightly: "Please!"

The wind and snow have stopped, and the sky and the earth are white.

Lian Zhantian stabbed out with a sword, calmly and freely, the sword was like a person, back to the basics.

Liu Ruobai is also stabbed out with a sword, humble and gentleman, gentle as jade.

At this moment, the air seems to condense instantly.

Everyone present held their breath and waited for the last moment.

The sound of "dang" is crisp and pleasant, like a heavenly sound.

At this moment, I saw that the dark red sword body suddenly shone with golden light, bright and gorgeous, making it impossible for people to look at it directly.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw Liu Ruobai holding a golden sword in his hand, shining with golden light.

At his feet, the turquoise sword had broken in two.

Lian Zhantian lay quietly in the snow, very peaceful, still with a smile on his face.

"What's going on?" exclaimed.

On the top of the mountain, Ma Ming looked at Meng Tian.

Meng Tian was at a loss.

At this time, Tian Kun said with a smile: "The Heavenly Fury Sword actually recognized the master. ”

At this moment, at the top of Mount Tai, Liu Ruobai was in the spotlight, just like the golden sword in his hand, shining brightly.