The four of them ran wildly all the way, and the wind was whirring in their ears.

Meng Tian said softly: "Brother Yan, someone is chasing after you." One person is in front, two people are behind, and light work is not below us. ”

Yan Shan smiled slightly bitterly: "Undoubtedly, it is the second elder of Kunlun and Yu Qingsong. ”

Liu Ruobai looked displeased, and said casually: "You'd better think of a way as soon as possible, I don't want to be chased inexplicably all the time." ”

Yan Shan smiled lightly: "If they want to chase, then try their light skills and endurance." ”

Liu Ruobai snorted lightly and said no more.

Four men in front, three behind, galloping across a wilderness, no more than five hundred paces apart, all the time.

Time passed, and before I knew it, sweat was already soaking through my clothes.

Wan Qiuhai's anger surged, and he raised his voice and scolded: "When I catch up with you little rabbit cubs, I will definitely pick up the skin and cramp, and I want you not to die well!"

The language is vulgar and disrespectful to the old.

Yan Shan chuckled and said, "Old thing, don't talk wildly! We just don't want to do anything with you, and we are definitely not afraid." ”

As an elder of the Kunlun faction, he has always been high, how could a junior dare to speak out?

However, Yan Shan disagreed. You rely on the old and sell the old, I sneer at each other, there is no need to get used to you.

Wan Qiuhai laughed angrily and said no more. He secretly made up his mind that Yan Shan must be broken into pieces.

In this stalemate, the speed of the seven people became faster and faster, and the consumption of physical and internal forces became more and more serious.

Meng Tian said softly: "Brother Yan, if we continue like this, once we encounter a strong enemy, we will have no power to fight back." ”

The reason is easy to understand.

Yan Shan understood in his heart, but he hadn't thought of a perfect plan yet.

Liu Ruobai's eyes became cold, and an inexplicable anger surged into his heart. He said lightly: "I'm not running." As soon as the words fell, he stopped.

The other three did not hesitate and also stopped.

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said with a wry smile: "It's still Brother Liu who is decisive." ”

The four figures stood quietly, indifferent.

After a while, Wan Qiuhai stopped ten feet away from the four of them and glared angrily.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Henian and Yu Qingsong also arrived.

There was silence, and all seven of them were secretly pranayama.

Suddenly, a murderous aura pervaded, and a burst of murderous intent arose from Wan Qiuhai's heart.

The sword suddenly unsheathed.

Wan Qiuhai stabbed out with a sword, towering Kunlun and majestic.

In such a situation, explanations are futile.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword tightly, and raised the sword to meet it, as fast as a ghost.

The figures of the two are staggered, the two swords strike each other, and the sound of gold and iron is endless.

Yan Shan only felt that the tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and the depth of the opponent's internal strength could be imagined.

The sword of Wanqiu Sea is majestic, unstoppable, and like a towering mountain, endless. In an instant, he had shrouded Yan Shan in the shadow of the sword.

Yan Shan's expression was solemn, his hand pinched the sword technique, and walked along the strange trajectory under the shadow of the sword. He dodges with his body, avoids the real and hits the false, once the sword is out, it must be the place where the enemy must be saved, and he has repeatedly seen miraculous results.

In contrast, Wanqiuhai has the upper hand, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes; although Yanshan is already in danger, he is not afraid at all and responds calmly.

The sword killing technique originates from the epiphany between life and death in a bloody battle, and only on the edge of life and death can its terrifying power be truly stimulated.

Yanshan has the belief that he will win, is stubborn and firm, and has been struggling to support it.

Fifty moves have passed, and the winner is still not decided.

Wan Qiuhai's eyes showed a cold light, raising the internal force to the peak state, and urging the true qi with all his might. The body of the long sword is surrounded by invisible sword qi, which is thick and continuous. A majestic majesty arose from his heart. This kind of power spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Yanshan's heart.

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 spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Wan Qiuhai's heart. The rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, and the momentum was compelling.

The two sword intents are equal and evenly divided.

The shape of the two people changed, the sword shadows crisscrossed each other, and the invisible sword qi and the blood-colored sword qi collided violently together, stirring up a circle of ripples and scattering in all directions.

Yan Shan's body was churning with qi and blood, but he was still stubborn and refused to give up.

I don't know when, the sword of sorrow has been unsheathed.

Meng Tian's eyes were dim, his expression was sad, his body was in harmony with the Tao, as if he was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the plants and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color.

If Yan Shan doesn't speak, Meng Tian will never make a move, this is a tacit understanding, and it is also about life and death.

However, once Yan Shan dies under the sword of others, Meng Tian will be desperate to avenge Yan Shan.

The two figures suddenly separated, standing opposite each other.

The strongest move, a duel of life and death.

Wan Qiuhai's eyes were cold, and his killing intent had been decided. The long sword was slowly raised, and the invisible sword qi continued to gather around the sword body, and then, the invisible sword qi spread. Unconsciously, the invisible sword qi condensed into a giant sword, faintly opening up the world.

Yan Shan's eyes are firm and indomitable.

Don't hover on the edge of life and death, it is difficult to advance an inch in the sword killing technique.

Only with the belief of victory, anytime, anywhere, facing life and death, can we make a breakthrough.

Yan Shan has made up his mind, and he sees death as home.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Yan Shan swung the rusty long 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......

Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Needless to say, this is the mood.

It is really unbelievable that Yan Shan can sink into the artistic conception with his sword-level cultivation.

Wan Qiuhai was horrified, but he had no choice.

The arrow from the string is difficult to recover.

The next moment, the invisible greatsword and the rusty long sword collided together.

The invisible greatsword suddenly dissipated into the invisible, as if it had never appeared.

All around, there was peace and quiet.

Yan Shan took seven steps back to stabilize his figure, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face showed a confused look.

Wan Qiuhai relied on his identity, did not take half a step back, and used his body to resist the power of the shock, resulting in serious injuries.

Meng Tian and Shi Potian hurriedly stepped forward and supported Yan Shan.

Yan Shan came back to his senses at this time, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Only by daring to break through the cauldron will there be a breakthrough.

Just now, the Sword Killing Technique broke through to the peak of the sixth layer, and the Remnant Body Technique also broke through to the peak of the sixth layer, and its combat power increased unimaginably.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, looked at Wan Qiuhai, and said casually: "Don't leave it here!"

Wan Qiuhai said in a deep voice: "There will be a period later!"

Liu Ruobai glanced at Yan Shan, then at Wan Qiuhai, smiled playfully, and didn't say much.

After that, Liu Ruobai walked away, Meng Tian and Shi Potian supported Yan Shan and followed closely behind, and left like this.

Qiu Henian walked quickly in front of Wan Qiuhai and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, just let them go?"

Wan Qiuhai waved his hand slightly and was silent.

Akiga sighed and said no more.

Looking at the backs of the four people gradually moving away, Yu Qingsong's expression was complicated. These four people are all extremely talented and have unlimited futures. What was he in comparison? Not jealousy, but relief. He bowed slightly to Wan Qiuhai and Qiu Henian, and said with a light smile: "Two Taoist friends, don't say goodbye, cherish!"

For this move, Wan Qiuhai and Qiu Henian were not surprised. They returned the salute slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Cherish!"

Yu Qingsong also left.

Wan Qiuhai muttered to himself: "It's not what I think about killing geniuses. However, I had to. Before he could finish speaking, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Qiu Henian nodded slightly, as if he had an understanding.

The killing intent in his heart disappeared suddenly, his eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes blurred, and 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 such a harmonious ...... - Yanshan

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