Liu Ruobai's eyes became cold, and a touch of blood appeared in his eyes.

Just one glance is terrifying.

Ji Liansheng and Zhang Guangyi only felt a chill in their hearts, but they were not afraid. Han Yan is already in danger, and may die under the Lian Zhan Heavenly Sword in the next moment. As soon as Han Yan died, Liu Ruobai was bound to be shocked. At that time, they were confident that they would kill Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai waved the Heavenly Fury Sword, her handsome face was as cold as frost, and her white clothes moved with the wind, like an immortal. The heavy sword has no edge, pointing to the sky and the sky to collapse, the ground is split, and the sound is terrifying.

"When!when!when......" The sound of gold and iron resonating kept ringing.

Ji Liansheng and Zhang Guangyi were numb, and their hearts were even more frightened. But the arrow has left the string, and there is no choice but to break the cauldron and fight to the death.

As the two big dart heads of the Quartet Dart Bureau, licking blood from the knife edge, and fighting for the rest of his life, how can he be afraid?

As soon as I thought of this, my chest swelled with pride.

The sword is fierce and domineering, the sword is sharp and fast, and a burst of courage and determination arises from the hearts of the two.

The gaze is firm, and death is at home.

A sword and a sword, tacit understanding. It's the trust that has been built countless times when we fought side by side on the brink of death.

Liu Ruobai became more and more courageous, like a god descending into the world, unmatched.

The dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored aura. The blood-colored qi rose to the sky, spreading in all directions, and in an instant, the whole world turned pale red.

Liu Ruobai slashed down with a sword, faintly opening up the world.

At this moment, he is like the master of this heaven and earth, controlling life and death.

In the face of absolute power, the heart of courage collapsed in an instant.

In this battle, the winner has been decided.

However, Ji Liansheng and Zhang Guangyi will never sit still. They raised their internal strength to the peak state and urged the true qi with all their might. Every sword and sword is surrounded by invisible true qi, and the cold is pressing.

The next moment, a sword and a sword met the dark red sword body, like a moth to a fire, but resolutely.

The sound of "dang" resounded in the sky.

The dark red sword body and sword after sword struck each other, and the blood-colored sword qi and the invisible true qi collided violently, stirring up a circle of ripples and scattering in all directions.

"Blocked!" Ji Liansheng and Zhang Guangyi were pleasantly surprised, unable to help themselves.

For a moment, a smile froze on his face.

A sword and a sword were broken in two.

The dark red sword body suddenly fell, splitting Ji Liansheng and Zhang Guangyi into two pieces from their shoulders to their waists.

With a "dang bang", the broken sword fell to the ground.

Life came to an abrupt end.

A touch of sadness is fleeting. Ji Mohai was still staring at Liu Hedong quietly, and there was a bit of chill in his eyes.

At this time, Liu Remnant Yang and Liu Missing Moon fell in a pool of blood.

Although the four elders of the Kunlun faction paid a lot of price, they still had the strength to fight.

The dark red sword body slashed, and the three heroes of the rivers and lakes died on the spot.

Liu Ruobai held the Heavenly Fury Sword in his hand, like a killing god descending into the world, and went straight to Lian Zhantian.

Suddenly, four figures blocked Liu Ruobai's way, it was the four elders of the Kunlun Sect.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were bloody, murderous.

The four elders of the Kunlun faction were not afraid at all and surrounded Liu Ruobai in the middle.

The momentum is like fire and water, and it never stops.

The four long swords shot at the same time, killing Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai waved the Heavenly Fury Sword, with one enemy and four, not falling behind.

Sweat spilled and clothes soaked. Although Han Yan regarded death as home, the gap in strength was already at the end of the crossbow.

Lian Zhantian's sword became more and more urgent, and he was ruthless in his moves.

At this moment, Han Yan was already hovering on the verge of death.

Every time Liu Ruobai swings out a sword, he has the power of a thousand jun, and he can crack the stone and open the mountain.

The four elders of the Kunlun Sect were shocked, and although they were struggling to support, their eyes were still firm.

Yanshan and Meng Tian are two against four, although they do not fall behind, but it is difficult to get out for a while.

Seeing that Han Yan was in danger, Meng Tian felt a faint pain in his heart, and called softly: "Brother Yan." ”

There was an inquiring meaning in his voice, mixed with sadness.

She could save Han Yan at the risk of her own life, but she would never put Yanshan in danger.

There is no reason, no need for a reason, it seems to be instinctive.

Yan Shan comprehended, and said in a deep voice: "Tian'er, go all out!"

The figures are staggered, and the eyes are facing each other.

A look, tacitly.

Meng Tian smiled sadly, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or do the opposite, why not? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad about yourself, worry about the people when you live in the temple, and worry about the king when you are far away from the rivers and lakes." It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said: The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. Weisi people, who am I with the return? A song of joy and sorrow, telling all the things of life. ”

When the words fell, her eyes became dim, her expression was sad, her body was in harmony with the Tao, as if she was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the grass and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color.

She stabbed out with a sword, seemingly unremarkable, but possessing an irresistible magic. When the sword blade passed, the grass and trees withered in an instant, which was strange and unpredictable.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

She was as swift as the wind, turned into a phantom, and then vanished, as if she had become one with the sword of sorrow.

The Sword of Sorrow suddenly turned into a soft light, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

The next moment, a soft light submerged into the heart of a Kunlun sect elder.

Silently, life came to an abrupt end.

Meng Tian knelt on one knee, holding the sword of sorrow in his hand, his face pale. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

Sadness and sword intent, the unity of human and sword, one blow will kill.

A figure slowly fell, his eyes full of wry smiles and self-deprecation.

At the same time, Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

The body of the rusty long sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

The sword light and sword shadow, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

Yan Shan is using his heart to comprehend the three swords of selflessness. Since he had cultivated the Sword Killing Technique to the seventh layer, he didn't need to hover on the edge of life and death, he could also feel the opportunity of the Three Swords of Selflessness.

As far as he is concerned, only the three swords of selflessness can kill with one blow.

At this moment, in this situation, there is no choice.

Crystal water droplets fell into the sky, I don't know whether it was tears or sweat.

He's realizing, he's brewing.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, like a river bursting its banks, like a flash flood, out of control.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

He swung his rusty sword.

In the first sword, he seems to be freed from the predicament, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins.

The second sword, his eyes were empty, and a killing intent arose from his heart......

The third sword, the killing intent in his heart disappeared suddenly, his eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes blurred, a sword stabbed out, it was so freewheeling, as natural as a child playing, but it seemed to be integrated with all things in heaven and earth, it was so harmonious......

A sword that seemed slow came in an instant.

The rusty sword stabbed into the chest of a Kunlun sect elder.

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