"Sword Saint Order Fox Hill!"

When Tie Guan Li said this, his face was already pale, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

And here, He Wenyue fought with Hou Xubai in the air, the blue light was pervasive, the blood was vertical and horizontal, and the green and red light echoed each other. A stream of domineering swords and demonic seals constantly collided, and the aftermath exuded a terrifying momentum.

Fortunately, the two fought in the air, otherwise the streets would be full of devastation under the impact of internal forces. This is the power of the Grandmaster, the Transformation Realm and the Grandmaster, both can be released internally, but the damage caused is not at the same level at all.

Tie Guan Li gritted his teeth and said, "Stop! Immortal Gu stop!"

He Wenyue frowned, and the figure flickered a few times and retreated to Tie Guan Li, and asked suspiciously: "What?"

Tie Guan Li's face was extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Linghu Qiu! This sword technique is fierce and domineering, every knife is a sacrifice of life, this is the sword technique of the sword saint Ling Fox Qiu!"

"Sword Saint?" He Wenyue couldn't help but say, "Why haven't you heard of it?"

Tie Guan Li sighed: "He was a character forty years ago, you are still young, so naturally you have never heard of it." ”

"I'd like to hear that, you go on. ”

Tie Guan Li said: "There is nothing to say, the martial arts forty years ago were not at all like today, there were many strong people, and there were countless masters everywhere. The rivers and lakes of that era only belonged to a few people. ”

"How many?"

"Yes, except for those few people, all the others are weak. ”

He Wenyue frowned and said, "Wouldn't it?"

Tie Guan Li sighed: "Yes, but, but under the light of those few people, it looks dim. ”

He Wenyue said: "So among those few strong men, there is the Sword Saint Order Fox Hill?"

"That's good!" Tie Guan Li said: "Sword Venerable Li Changfeng, Sword Saint Ling Fox Hill, Demon King Lonely Nine Uniques, and the Broken Void Dao people of Qingcheng Mountain." ”

"Their martial arts are unfathomable, and they have long surpassed the cognition of their contemporaries, reaching a realm that ordinary people cannot know. Especially the Demon King Lonely Nine Uniques, killing invincible opponents all over the world, the color of the martial arts people changed, fortunately he suddenly lived in seclusion in the Lonely Mountain, otherwise I don't know how much disaster the martial arts will have. ”

He Wenyue squinted slightly, and said, "These people, I know the Sword Venerable Li Changfeng and the one from the Lonely Mountain." ”

Tie Guan Li took a deep breath and said, "I originally thought that the Sword Saint had already died as an immortal, but I didn't expect that there was still an apprentice in the world. The stakes are very high, and I must immediately rush to the Qishi Mansion in person to meet the two deities of Yin and Yang. ”

"What about this side?"

"This person, try not to provoke, you kill Gu Jing and leave!" he spoke, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and in a few moments, he had already walked out of the street.

And here, the duel between Sikong Lanyue and Nangong Yang has reached a fever pitch, and the battlefield is constantly moving towards Gu Jing's side.

At this moment, no one was more shocked than Nangong Yang, he would never have imagined that a young man in the middle of the transformation realm would be able to fight with him for hundreds of moves without falling behind!

His internal strength is obviously much stronger than him, but he was forcibly suppressed by the opponent's exquisite swordsmanship!

What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this, and why is it so powerful?

If he fails again today, Qinglong must be extremely disappointed in himself, after all, he is the commander of the black knight recommended by him personally!

He gritted his teeth tightly, and the internal force of his palms was swallowed, and he suddenly closed them, and suddenly pushed them out, and a huge wave of internal force gushed out again.

Sikong Lanyue kept retreating, the long sword in his hand was so fast that only the afterimage remained, and he shouted angrily: "Scholar Sword Technique Break!"

As soon as the words fell, an earth-shattering sword intent suddenly surged out, and one after another invisible sword rays turned into cones, constantly hitting this huge wave of internal force.

The sonorous sound was endless, and the invisible sword intent continued to impact, finally crushing this wave of internal force.

"This can't be!" Nangong Yang roared angrily: "Boy, who are you?"

He finally understood that the person in front of him was not a bullshit kid at all, but a young master with amazing talents.

That one-handed sword technique can actually fight across the steps, and the invisible sword is even more defenseless in the dark night.

He has seen many young masters, but there are almost no who are as powerful as the people in front of him!

No! not a single one!

But Sikong Lanyue is not comfortable at the moment, although he can barely resist Nangong Yang, but the suppression of the realm and the gap in internal force make his internal force continue to surge, and he has the feeling of qi and blood gushing up and spurting blood.

As a result, the battlefield has been constantly retreating, and it is even close to Gu Jing and others.

Hou Xubai gritted his teeth fiercely, the green mangs all over his body surged, and as soon as the long knife flipped over, he was about to strike.

But the old Taoist priest shouted: "Sikong Lanyue doesn't need help, you keep an eye on that old woman!"

Hou Xubai paused for a moment, and slowly turned his head to look at He Wenyue, only to see that she was stunned, obviously stunned by the words of the old Taoist.

She shook her head, was so angry that she was smoking, gritted her teeth and said loudly: "What are you talking nonsense? Where is the old lady? You explain to me clearly!"

The old Taoist priest scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Yes, you are not old, you are only in your thirties." ”

He Wenyue was so angry that she said sharply: "You shut up for me! The old lady is eighteen years old!"

The old Taoist priest shrank his head in fright, and his voice couldn't help but be a little smaller, and he muttered: "Eighteen years old is so old, and he looks quite anxious." ”

"Hey, why are you so annoying old man!" He Wenyue snorted, and pointed at the old Taoist priest with his right hand, and a bloody ray suddenly came out, like a blood snake in the sky, cutting through the night.

"Mom!" The old Taoist priest finally knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly ran backwards, and just took two steps before he fell and ate, looking so embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Hou Xubai snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and the snow-white long knife suddenly slashed out, shattering the blood in the air.

He Wenyue showed a flattering smile, with murderous intent in her eyes, and said: "Don't think that if you are a disciple of the Sword Saint, I won't dare to hurt you, I can never listen to Tie Guan Li's words!"

Hou Xubai said lightly: "I don't know what a sword saint is, but you might as well make a move!"

He Wenyue had a bigger smile on her face, her long hair fluttering, her red dress hunting, and a blood-red internal force suddenly wrapped her entire body.

She suddenly stretched out her green hands, her fingers continued to expand and contract, and the blood-red internal force of her whole body was irritable with the swing of her fingers, and a strange momentum gushed out from her body.

Hou Xubai knew that she was going to move seriously, and hurriedly shouted: "Give me wine!"

The old gentleman opened the medicine box, lifted the sake with his right hand and threw it directly at Hou Xubai.

Hou Xubai flew up and grabbed the sake, and immediately poured it into his mouth, and an incomparable spicy spicy breath spread from his throat all the way to his heart.

"Good wine!" Hou Xubai's face was flushed, his eyes were full of energy, his right hand shook, and the long knife in his hand flipped over, and a domineering spirit arose.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Drunken Dance Long Knife, Geometry Tonight!He Xiangu, look at my Drunken Xiao Knife Technique!"

As he spoke, a cloud of green light suddenly erupted in his body, and the long knife shook, and the green light retracted the blade, and the snow-bright long knife instantly turned green.

Then, a knife came out, the sky was green, and a huge sword suddenly roared out with an unparalleled domineering aura.

He Wenyue's long hair fluttered, like a fairy in the sky, and like a blood demon in hell, his hands sounded in unison, and several scarlet blood rays suddenly shot towards the sword with teeth and claws.

At the same time, after Hou Xubai slashed out the sword, his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Holding the sword in his hand, he naturally has more advantages in close combat, and at the same time as the sword and blood light are intertwined and exploded, he has already stepped forward, the long knife is green, and he Wenyue's neck is slashed!

He Wenyue let out a laugh like a silver bell, a pair of light gloves were already on her hands for some time, and her hands were stretched out, and she suddenly grabbed the long knife.

The palms of the long knives touched, bursting out with sparks, and the sound of gold and iron clashing rang out.

Then, her fingers slammed on the knife, the long knife trembled violently, and Hou Xubai suddenly took a few steps back.

"What a handsome kung fu!" Hou Xubai couldn't help but admire, and the long knife in his hand came out again.

And here, Nangong Yang's palm wind is howling, opening and closing, forcing Sikong Lanyue to keep retreating.

"Is that all you have the ability to do? Why don't you get out of here! If you break Lao Tzu's big thing, Lao Tzu will kill your whole family!"

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Lanyue's face changed instantly, he was a scholarly family, and no one in the family practiced martial arts except him.

Because of this, he lived in seclusion, concentrated on comprehending swordsmanship, and never participated in the grievances of the rivers and lakes.

Nangong Yang's words suddenly made him have killing intent!

He has a free and easy personality, is tolerant, and rarely has murderous intentions towards people, but at this moment he is boiling with murderous intent, and he rushes straight to Xiaohan.

His long hair fluttered, his white clothes fluttered, and a fierce sword intent filled the entire world, and he said coldly: "Today, I will let you see and see, the essence of scholarly swordsmanship!"

His long sword slowly stabbed forward, and the blade of the sword rippled a little bit, expanding in the air one by one.

"Scholar Swordsmanship, Prisoner!" his right hand shook, and an indescribable internal force suddenly poured into the long sword.

The long sword trembled violently, and the sonorous sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the ripples like a thin stream suddenly magnified, and suddenly it was like a huge wave that shook the sky, and one by one the big circles were encircled by each other, and they quickly went towards Nangong Yang.

Nangong Yang's face changed suddenly, the internal force of his whole body surged, and he suddenly slapped his palm towards this ripple. And a shocking situation happened, the big circle and the small circle kept spinning, and it actually unloaded all the power of this domineering palm!

"This can't be!" Nangong Yang was shocked, and slashed out a few palms again, and the internal forces were unloaded by Da Yuan.

At the last moment, Nangong Yang had to grit his teeth and move his skills, directly bullied himself, and shook the sword with his body.

The internal force in his hand was like a tide, and he suddenly slammed his palm on the round mang, and the big circle rotated non-stop, and he opened his hand and grabbed it.

"Uhh

Da Yuan finally collapsed, Nangong Yang took a few steps back, his face was like gold paper, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Brother!" Nangong Yue exclaimed, her eyes were already unbearable, and said, "Brother, let's go home!

Nangong Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up! You didn't treat me as an elder brother at all!"

Nangong Yue suddenly burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Sikong, let's go, okay?"

Sikong Lanyue looked at Fu Yan, then at Nangong Yang, and suddenly sighed.

He didn't speak, just slowly put away his long sword, inserted it into its sheath, and strode towards Nangong Yue. Then he put his arm around her shoulders, and the two hugged each other tightly.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said: "Little friend, the old Taoist said that the siege can be solved, but he didn't lie!"

Sikong Lanyue's voice came from a distance: "Thank you seniors, goodbye." ”

And Nangong Yang was facing ashes at the moment, of course he didn't expect that he would be defeated by a mid-transformation realm.

He couldn't imagine that there was such an exquisite swordsmanship in the world.

"The great changes in the rivers and lakes are imminent, the young and strong are rising, and the wind and rain are coming!" Hou Xubai couldn't help but sigh.

He Wenyue took a few steps back and said with a smile: "With your master here, what if the rivers and lakes change greatly? What if the wind and rain are coming? At least you can stay out of the matter!"

Hou Xubai snorted coldly: "I am concentrating on the sword path, and I am not in the rivers and lakes, otherwise you think that the Luo family changed greatly two years ago, and I will not show up?"

He Wenyue chuckled: "It turns out that they are old acquaintances." ”

Hou Xubai said: "We don't count, but the two over there definitely count." ”

"Oh?" He Wenyue turned her head to look, and her face suddenly changed slightly, she only paid attention to Gu Jing alone, and didn't pay attention to the others at all.

Only now did I find out that it was Fu Remnant lying on the ground!

For this young man, of course, she will not forget, and even remember it deeply!

And the girl next to her, isn't it the little girl Luo Xi who cried her nose back then?

Thinking of this, she actually laughed again.

I haven't seen you for two years, Fu Can, this kid, is still so miserable!