The black and white twin swords wrapped in the sword intent of life and death surrounded the sword master.

The corners of Liao Fan's eyes jumped slightly, this is to distinguish the superior from the superior with the divine sense swordsmanship?

I wanted to be slightly sarcastic, and it was unwise for the junior brother on the other side to vainly try to use the shallow divine sense of the Jindan Initial Realm to make the two swords, and the words were swallowed alive when they came to their mouths, and the two people who were two small realms fought more than 100 moves without winning or losing, which was enough to prove too much. Liao Fan shook his head and put the so-called common sense speculation behind, the ancient sword box behind him trembled, and countless thunderous sword qi that was warm and pure burst out.

Chang Xi began to run, and the sword steps realized in the battle between the Soul Burial Ridge and the Corpse Mask Jiao fell in the middle of the field, exploding into a snow mist, and his figure disappeared without a trace in the snow fog for a while.

The young sword master with black and white swords has his own decision in his heart.

Yan Hui is Chang Xi's earliest contact with the most handy secret swordsmanship, and the secret swordsmanship that can be included in the Tibetan Dao Hall is all the best product, and it is difficult to give full play to the full strength of Yan Hui's moves due to the shackles of his own divine sense and spiritual power.

The viscous and heavy divine consciousness swept out from the mud pill palace, and the divine consciousness was wrapped around the hilt of the double sword like an arm, and the black and white double swords were painted on the left and right of the big circle, and the snow was shot out. There was once an unborn sword cultivator who said that most of the swordsmanship in the world was commonplace, and the thaumaturgical skills of the sword with one hand flying around the butterfly without hurting the butterfly were shocking to the world, and then this situation became a measure of whether the sword cultivation sword technique reached its peak.

Chang Xi asked himself that even if the realm of divine consciousness skyrocketed, he was still far from the peak realm of the divine system twin swords flying around the butterfly, but he didn't need the imperial sword to fly around the butterfly at this moment, he only needed to find the butterfly figure in the ten thousand red bushes and stab it with a sword!

Although it is not as good as reaching the peak, it has already entered the house.

The divine consciousness roared, and the speed of the moon rainbow on the left skyrocketed again into a line of pure white hidden wind and snow that could not be caught by the naked eye, and the trajectory of the wind was cut by the sword blade like a swallow's wing, and there was no mighty momentum, only a line of sword shadows that were so fast that people palpitated came as scheduled.

White is faster than black, and it is not as close as it can be.

Liao Fan, who has been immersed in the way of swordsmanship for a long time, also knows a thing or two about Yan Hui's power, and his move to find that Bai Yan in the snow and mist with the naked eye is really inferior, and Liao Fan, who does not dare to hold it in the slightest, closes his eyes and resists the enemy with his divine sense, and at the same time, the thunderous sword qi behind him all rushes to the sky, and this young sword cultivator of Tianjian Peak also wants to make a break with secret sword skills.

You have a swallow in the snow, and I will lead me from a sword and thunder.

The thunderous sword qi swayed upward, one point two, two turned four, four gave birth to eight, the dense sword qi hung high in the sky at a glance, it made people fearful, the clear sky suddenly exploded densely like a drumbeat, a hundred swords led the winter thunder Xiaoxiao, the sword moved with the thunder and then rained down!

Under the mighty sky, everyone was silent.

Liao Fan's eyes were still solemn, and the pure white sword shadow in the eighty zhang of consciousness covered by the god was coming at a terrifying speed, and when he was about to lead thousands of heavenly thunders to kill this presumptuous white swallow, his divine sense was suddenly startled, and the ink-like black long sword that had always been hidden on the right side actually came first, and it also attacked in a swallow return posture.

Double delphinium.

Liao Fan had no choice but to open his bow left and right, and each led half of the heavenly thunder to intercept and kill Shuangyan.

The young sword cultivator with the pride of the disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak trembled, he didn't know what kind of advanced sword method the master behind this black and white double swallow had learned, and even the heavenly thunder couldn't trap the slightest, the black and white double swallow seemed to be free from the shackles of the wind, so fast that it was unimaginable.

Liao Fan faced the snow and fog rolling upside down, and the red light and shadow quietly bloomed.

The woman with three thousand sea blue silk on the seat of Qingyun Peak had a sincere face, her ten fingers crossed as if she was praying for something, and the same door around her suddenly burst into incredible exclamations, she looked up at the figure of the black fox Qiu who had been thinking about it for a long time, and the steps taken by Chang Xi's feet fell slightly awkward and strange in the eyes of others, but she was familiar with it.

Qing Xuan smiled softly, it was her Qinglian step.

Chang Xi, who was the last to leave, was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, a touch of red was in front of him, leaving behind him a vacuum tunnel that was penetrated in the snow and fog, and the three swords of black, white and red came out in three sections, but they blocked the same space at the same time, and the prey had no way to escape.

This is the real Yanhui.

The blades of the three swords were close to the neck, and the winter thunder dissipated into invisibility in an instant, Liao Fan tapped his fingers lightly on the fingertips of the sword body and still trembled, the thunderous sword qi was extinguished, and the young sword cultivator's chest was unwillingly undulating several times, and finally spit out a breath of turbidity, and the corners of his mouth were bitter.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Chang. ”

The taste of forcibly accepting the recruitment was extremely uncomfortable, Chang Xi forcibly swallowed the golden blood that was churning in his mouth, and grinned a somewhat ugly smile, "Admit it." ”

The referee elder raised his palm and announced the results of the competition, "Tianxiu Peak, Chang Xisheng!"

The Tianxiu Peak area turned into a sea of boiling heat in an instant, and every Tianxiu Peak disciple had an excited smile on their faces, Senior Brother Chang was too long-faced!

In addition to the two major kendo giants of Qingyun Mountain and Tianyun City, the rest of the large and small sects that major in kendo have also had a thriving scene of competition in recent centuries. Qingcheng Mountain, the birthplace of the Sichuan and Shu Dao Sword, which is only one word different from Qingyun Mountain, was invited to participate in this grand ceremony, and a group of young Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain have already been shocked by the scene of the three swallows reversing the heavenly thunder in the field, and the several Qingcheng Mountain Dao Sword masters who led the team on this trip also narrowed their eyes.

The peach is the essence of the five trees, and it comes from the body of the immortal Kua's father after his death, and it is taken from the peach wood sword made by Shunping for thousands of years of painstaking sacrifice and cultivation for several years, and it is covered with talismans and seals on it, and it is gently touched by the owner, and the middle-aged Taoist who has been cultivating the sword in Qingcheng Mountain for more than 100 years said with a smile: "Qingyun Mountain is worthy of being the first sect of Kyushu Kendo, and the imposing Tianlei Yin alone already has the charm of the overhaul of the Yuan Infant Realm." ”

There is an old man beside the middle-aged Taoist who is dressed as a simple Taoist priest but has a dusty charm and said: "However, the heavenly thunder can't cut the feathers of the swallow feathers, and it is indeed eye-catching to see Yan Hui who has reached the realm of Dacheng in the competition of the monks of the Jindan Realm, especially the body of the black fox Qiu Jian Xiu is the most amazing, it seems that he is no longer under the monk of the Yuanying Realm, and the little guy of the Thunder Sword is not unjustly lost." ”

The old man, who was also carrying the peachwood Dao sword, looked at the black gold floating platform of Qingyun Mountain with a swipe of his beard and said with a smile: "This time, Shen Tulie's old puppet will definitely be so angry that he will blow his beard and stare at his eyes, I really want to see that old guy's angry appearance with my own eyes." ”

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that no one among the disciples can last long under the domineering sword, Uncle Shi, if you compete with Shen Tulie again now, dare to ask what the victory or defeat is?"

The old man of the fairy wind Dao bones had a calm face, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest who had been the most highly anticipated in Qingyun Mountain in the past hundred years beside him and the peach wood sword in his hand that was said to contain a trace of the origin of the Father's Dharma, with his hands in his sleeves, word by word.

"Who is better in the sky and thunder or the heavenly prison is not in the present day. ”