The autumn breeze is bleak and the sun is shining.

Yan Shan is walking, his steps slow but firm. In his heart, he kept reminiscing about the three swords of Fang Cai, as well as the wonderful feeling in the artistic conception. But the more I put my mind into it, the more blurred it became, and then my mind became a blank as if nothing had happened.

Needless to say, it was just an accident, an epiphany between life and death.

Sink into the artistic conception, suddenly, and disappear with the wind.

Perhaps, this is the artistic conception of selflessness.

The battle was dangerous, but it was worth it.

Those three swords, if they weren't limited by the realm of cultivation, their power would be unimaginable.

Yan Shan secretly said: Since these three swords are used in the artistic conception of selflessness, they are called "three swords of selflessness".

If it weren't for the three swords, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

As soon as he thought of this, his palms couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Meng Tian noticed it and said softly, "Brother Yan, rest for a while!"

Yan Shan nodded slightly.

Afterwards, the four of them sat on the ground in the shade of a tree.

Meng Tian said casually: "Brother Yan, the second elder of Kunlun has been following us from afar. ”

Yan Shan didn't feel strange, and sighed lightly: "The second elder of Kunlun is worthy of being the elder of the Kunlun faction, it is indeed not simple. However, Fang Cai Wan Qiuhai relied on his identity and resisted the power of sword qi with internal strength, and the internal injuries suffered were by no means lighter than mine. ”

Liu Ruobai smiled and said lightly: "However, he must recover faster than you." ”

This is true, there is no doubt about it.

Yan Shan could only smile silently and bitterly.

Meng Tian's expression was calm, his eyes were as clear as water, and he said casually: "Then let's start first." ”

Yan Shan shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "Don't be anxious, I hope they can restrain themselves from the precipice." ”

Liu Ruobai chuckled lightly and did not speak.

The meaning of this smile is obvious.

Although the second elder of Kunlun was seriously injured, he followed all the way, and he must harbor evil intentions.

Yan Shan shook his head with a wry smile, then stared at Meng Tian quietly, and said softly: "Tian'er, if you go all out, how sure are you that you will kill Wan Qiuhai under the sword of sorrow?"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Ruobai and Shi Potian set their eyes on Meng Tian at the same time.

Meng Tian smiled and said casually: "Ten percent sure." ”

The voice is not loud, but it is very firm.

Believe that one blow will kill, and do whatever it takes.

Yan Shan smiled slightly, with a look of relief on his face. Of course, he would never let Meng Tian put himself at risk. With this question, he just wanted to determine Meng Tian's true combat power.

Hearing this, Liu Ruobai and Shi Potian both showed awe.

After that, Yan Shan looked at Liu Ruobai again, and said with a light smile: "Brother Liu, if the second elder of Kunlun does not die...... Speaking of this, he just looked at Liu Ruobai quietly and said no more.

Of course, the intent is obvious.

Liu Ruobai smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "Yes." ”

Judging from the current situation, this road is bound to be full of dangers.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated.

Before greater danger comes, Yan Shan must figure out Liu Ruobai's current situation and combat strength. The second elder of Kunlun is undoubtedly the best litmus test.

In fact, Liu Ruobai couldn't ask for it, but he had made a promise, so it was inconvenient to make a move.

Before you know it, night falls.

The four of them rushed to a small town and settled in the inn.

Soon after, the second elder of Kunlun also stayed at this inn.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

However, the two sides are at peace.

The night was getting hazy, and after dawn, it was already dawning.

The four of them left the inn and headed north.

The second elder of Kunlun has been following from a distance.

And just like that, time passed.

Until the evening of the third day, the four of them settled in a village, but they never saw the second elder of Kunlun coming.

Shi Potian was quite surprised, and said casually: "Could it be that they have figured it out?"

Liu Ruobai just chuckled and didn't speak.

Of course, this is also an answer.

Yan Shan smiled bitterly and said slowly: "If what I expected is correct, Wan Qiuhai's injury is no longer serious. Tonight, they will recharge their batteries. Tomorrow, a vicious battle is inevitable. ”

Shi Potian nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's time to make a break, otherwise, when you arrive at Fenglingdu, I'm afraid you will have to suffer from the enemy." ”

looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

The night faded away, and it was a new day.

It was dark and foggy. The cold wind is bleak, the fallen leaves are scattered, and the woods are filled with depression and desolation.

The two figures stood quietly on the path, as if they had been waiting for a long time, it was the second elder of Kunlun.

The four of them stopped, their expressions calm, everything was expected.

Yan Shan looked at the second elder of Kunlun with a smile, and said casually: "The two of you are really interested!"

Wanqiu's sea sank like water, and he said coldly: "This is your burial place, take your life!"

Sure enough, sex is like fire.

Before the words fell, he stabbed out with a sword, like a towering Kunlun, majestic.

Yan Shan smiled slightly bitterly and sighed lightly: "Why bother!"

At the same time, a dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, pointing at the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Liu Ruobai swung his sword to meet him, indifferently.

The next moment, the two figures were staggered, and the two swords struck each other.

With the sound of "dang", Wan Qiuhai's face suddenly changed greatly. If it weren't for the true power of the dark luck on the sword body, under this blow, the long sword would have been broken in two.

Kunlun swordsmanship is known for its strength, but it is overshadowed at this time.

In fact, the non-Kunlun sword technique is inferior to the Heavenly Sword Technique, and the strength varies from person to person.

The Heavenly Fury Sword is fierce and domineering, and Liu Ruo is a genius in the daytime, combining the two into one, like a tiger with wings, and its power is immeasurable.

Wan Qiuhai has no choice but to fight to the death. The sword is majestic, unstoppable, and like a towering mountain, endless. In an instant, a sword shadow shrouded towards Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai was not afraid at all, and waved the Heavenly Fury Sword, which was like thunder, domineering and fierce. The heavy sword has no edge, pointing to the collapse of the sky, the ground cracks, and it rampages in a sword shadow, and it is easy to play.

In the face of absolute power, everything is a floating cloud.

Liu Ruobai became more and more courageous the more he fought, wearing white clothes and moving without wind, hunting and hunting, like a god descending into the world, majestic.

Wan Qiuhai's expression was solemn, and there was sweat oozing from his forehead, which was already in danger.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Henian did not hesitate, drew his sword out of the sheath, and took Liu Ruobai's vest directly, as fast as the wind. In a hurry, he secretly carried out a surprise attack, with two enemies and one.

Yan Shan, Meng Tian and Shi Potian were all engrossed and ready to go.

Liu Ruobai only felt a burst of killing intent attacking, his body was slightly sideways, and he stabbed out with a backhand.

With a "dang" sound, the two swords struck each other.

Liu Ruobai's face showed disdain, and her eyes became cold. The dark red sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura.

Then, the two elders of Kunlun fought against Liu Ruobai.

The two of them attacked and defended, changed offense and defense, cooperated tacitly, and fought with Liu Ruobai for a while, equally.

Time passed, and sweat was already soaking through his clothes.

The more Kunlun and the second elder fought, the more frightened they became, and with two enemies and one, they gradually showed defeat. Moreover, there are three first-class masters on the sidelines.

At this point, there was no way out.

Only by using the strongest move, a duel of life and death.

As soon as he thought of this, Wan Qiuhai's eyes were cold, and his killing intent had been decided. He raised his internal strength to the peak state and urged his true qi with all his might. The body of the long sword is surrounded by invisible sword qi, which is thick and continuous.

Suddenly, a majestic power arose from his heart.

This kind of power spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Liu Ruobai's heart.

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. In an instant, the invisible sword qi condensed into a giant sword, faintly opening up the world.

Autumn New Year's dark luck real power, without the slightest left, go all out. There is a faint condensation of invisible sword qi on the body of the long sword, and the cold air is pressing.

The same majestic majesty also goes straight to the depths of Liu Ruobai's heart.

Similarly, the invisible sword qi condensed into a giant sword, and the momentum was terrifying.

Unconsciously, a touch of blood appeared in Liu Ruobai's eyes.

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.

He slashed down with a sword, lightning and thunder, faintly having the power to open the world.

The next moment, the two invisible giant swords and the Heavenly Fury Sword collided violently, stirring up a circle of ripples and scattering in all directions.

Since these three swords are used in the artistic conception of selflessness, they are called "three swords of selflessness".

(End of chapter)