Sure enough, behind Asura, the middle-aged man in yellow appeared.

He and the Asura stood side by side, their faces grim. The yellow clothes danced fiercely in the wind, and it was really like the arrival of the gods.

Emperor Shakti said in a deep voice: "You two use swords, so how about we use swordsmanship?"

Zi Ling felt that Emperor Shakti was a reasonable person, and he had a lot of good feelings out of thin air. She approving, "What the Emperor Shakti said is very reasonable. Bingyang and I are swordsmen. If you fight with us with your sword, we are more than welcome. ”

After that, Zi Ling glanced at the Ice Sun Envoy and whispered, "These two, where are the swords? ”

It's a pity that Ziling's heart, which wanted to take advantage, was quickly hurt.

Hanging in mid-air, Emperor Shakti stretched out his hands to the sides, and a phantom figure more than a foot long appeared in his hand, which was the appearance of a long sword. As soon as the long sword came out, the sand flew away for a while, and the wind was strong.

Zi Ling was blown gray by the strong wind, and she couldn't even open her eyes. She shouted, "Didn't you say that it was easy to use a sword? Why is it still so windy? Emperor Shakti, you are not honest!"

Bingyang grabbed Zi Ling's arm and said in a deep voice, "Emperor Shakti turned wind into a sword. Looks like some trouble. ”

There is more than one trouble.

The Asura next to Emperor Shakti is also coming to join in the fun. He beckoned, and an ice sword suddenly appeared in his right hand, shimmering and glowing.

As soon as Asura swung his sword of ice, it was as if the temperature around him had dropped suddenly, and hailstones of all sizes appeared in the wind instantly.

Pebbles are the size of an egg, or even the size of a fist.

split his head and covered his face, and smashed at Zi Ling and Bingyang.

Ziling was smashed by hail and hid in Tibet. She jumped to her feet and shouted again: "Emperor Shakti, sword fighting, sword fighting, what are you doing with so many pickling methods?"

Bingyang rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Woman, use your sword, you don't want to scold them to death, right?" ”

Zi Ling seemed to wake up from a dream, and finally remembered that he was a swordsman.

So, Zi Ling waved his Wuwu sword, took an arrow step forward, and soared into the air, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Emperor Shakti.

The speed of the Wuxian sword was very fast, and Zi Ling's body moved with the sword, and he appeared in front of Emperor Shakti and Asura in an instant.

Seeing Zi Ling coming alone to challenge, Emperor Shakti and Asura looked at each other.

This lonely hero, but he flew staggering all the way, bumping up and down.

It was mainly hail and winds that affected the play of this lone hero.

Although she had been smashed all over her head by the hailstones, Zi Ling still gritted her teeth, stumbled, and moved forward bravely.

But the misfortune is not a one-way line, the lone hero flew halfway, and was knocked away by a black shadow.

Zi Ling was knocked into the eyes and rolled directly into the snow.

Zi Ling was so angry and angry, and when she looked at it, the black shadow turned out to be Bingyang.

Zi Ling felt that she was particularly prone to anger recently, and she almost wanted to jump up and strangle Bingyang.

However, Bingyang held Zi Ling down, and his expression was a little complicated: "My girl, I admire your courage very much." But that's the god of war and the god of heaven, how can you be stupid enough to bump into it alone?"

Zi Ling glared at Bingyang disapprerovingly, and said viciously: "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, hide away." ”

Bingyang was so angry that he wanted to laugh a little, and said helplessly: "It's not that I'm afraid." But you can't fight brute force. ”

"Brute force?" Zi Ling heard this, and the nameless karmic fire burned again. She stood up all of a sudden, and said angrily, "You said I used brute force.....?

Bingyang looked at the angry Zi Ling, touched his nose, and prompted in a friendly manner: "Girl, we are double swords. The seven exercises have been completed, and today is the time to use force. ”

After speaking, Bingyang pointed at the sword, and suddenly the blue light was flourishing, and the sound of the dragon groaning was extraordinary.

Zi Ling patted his head, as if he had come to a great understanding, and sighed: "Yes, yes, yes, we have spent so much energy looking for my departure exercises. Now I leave the double sword, that is the world's artifact, who is competing?"

After speaking, Zi Ling also put the Wuwu Sword in his hand, and returned to a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

Immediately, two rays of light of cyan and dark green intertwined and rose into the air, pointing directly at Shakti and Asura.

The dazzling brilliance is dazzling in the snowstorm.

Shakti's face changed. Before this brilliance arrived, a strange coercion hit the face, and even the wind and snow seemed to have stagnated.

Emperor Shakti did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and waved the wind sword in his hand, and turned against the guest, facing the glory.

In the blink of an eye, Emperor Shakti attacked in front of the turquoise brilliance. He raised the wind sword, which was transparent as if it was nothing, and slashed fiercely towards the two rays of light.

Who knows, the two rays of light that were originally intertwined suddenly separated to both sides.

The Wind Sword fell into the air.

Shakti turned abruptly and found that the two separate rays of light had converged again. And the light began to spin around the Emperor, faster and faster, as if around the Emperor, forming a rainbow.

Emperor Shakti was secretly surprised that he couldn't see the figure in the two rays of light at all. It seems that Zi Ling and the two have been able to achieve the unity of human and sword, and they really can't be underestimated.

This rainbow shrank smaller and smaller, gradually trapping Shakti in the center, unable to move.

Not only that, but in this rainbow, there seem to be countless figures.

The figures, either soaring into the air or jumping, the latter tumbling, each with a long sword in hand, and their bodies fluttering and sharp.

These long swords, or slashing, or slashing, or stabbing, without exception, are directed at the emperor.

Emperor Shakti only felt that he couldn't open his eyes because of the cold light of these long swords.

What terrified him even more was that the coercion of these long swords, like a surging flood, was overwhelming, and it was about to drown the emperor.

Emperor Shakti hurriedly swung the Wind Sword in his hand, trying to block the ubiquitous sword shadows around him.

But where can the thousands of sword shadows around them be blocked?

Emperor Shakti soon discovered that as soon as his wind sword came into contact with the sword shadow, the sword shadow collapsed and disappeared, and it was worthy of passing through the wind sword. Every sword shadow finally hit Emperor Shakti.

Although the sword shadow did not have the power of a real sword, it was like a whip, whipping the emperor to his feet.

Emperor Shakti was a little depressed, such a bouncing image really detracted from the solemnity of his Buddha statue.

So Shakti deliberately calmed down a little and carefully observed his surroundings.

Soon, the short feet of the rainbow were caught by the emperor.

This short leg is the dark green light in the turquoise sword light, which gradually fades. After a few last beats, the light was completely extinguished.

The figure kept spinning, gradually decreasing, and finally only a woman with a sword and a stunned expression remained, staring at her with wide eyes and sticking out her tongue in some embarrassment.

Emperor Shakti sneered, did not hesitate, brandished the wind sword, and stabbed at the woman.

The woman was startled and quickly stepped back.

Emperor Shakti shouted, and suddenly the wind blew violently, and the wind sword in his hand skyrocketed several times, and in the blink of an eye, he approached the woman's door.

The woman is also a person who has seen big storms and waves. Even though her mind was blank at the moment, she still quickly swung the dark green long sword in her hand to block the oncoming wind sword.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Shakti felt a tremendous force coming from the hand holding the sword. He was suddenly shocked, his qi and blood were unstable, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

Emperor Shakti was shocked, this woman's internal strength could seriously injure herself, which was really underestimated at the beginning.

But the woman who was underestimated couldn't see anywhere.

She was shocked by the huge reverse thrust and flew upside down.

Fortunately, halfway through, Bingyang flew out and wrapped the woman sideways, which avoided it, and the woman fell into the mud.

Bingyang looked at the woman with a smile and quipped: "Woman, you are also quite imposing when you fall." ”

The woman pushed Bingyang and said angrily: "It's not that this woman is not skilled in swordsmanship. It's this worry-free sword, which doesn't match the eight characters of this woman. ”

As soon as the words fell, this dark green Wushou sword, which was inconsistent with the heroine's eight characters, was broken into two sections!

This Worry-Free Sword of the Mysterious Realm!

This generation of famous swords flowing with dark green brilliance!

This is the concern that Meng Mo has devoted his whole life to!

In this way, Huo Huo became a lifeless two paragraphs.

The woman was startled and spoke incoherently: "Bingyang, it's over." ”

Bingyang frowned and said, "Nonsense, how can I be finished?"

The woman was still immersed in shock and anger: "Wuwu sword is broken, we can't get out." ”

Bingyang groaned for a while, walked up to the woman, held her hand, and said seriously: "Ziling, if you really can't get out, we will be in this Xuan Realm in this life." At the ends of the earth, as long as you and I stay together, we will be complete after all. ”

Zi Ling was stunned, as if he was a little touched, looking at Bingyang, speechless.

While the two were holding hands and were saddened, Shakti and Asura also came over and spared no effort to confirm their ending.

"You can't get out. Asura's face was gloomy, and he seemed to hold a grudge against Zi Ling's previous sword.

"Ke Lijian is worthy of being the first sword in the world. The poor monk can see it today, and this life is not wasted. It's a pity that girl, you have no way to leave the exercises, but you have no hope for my sword, and your success falls short. The poor monk can't see the double sword in person now, the fly in the ointment, the fly in the ointment. Shakti shook his head with a look of pity.

Zi Ling also shook her head, quite annoyed: "Wangwu, Wangwu! Today, I really deeply realize that deep in my soul, I still miss you." ”

Bingyang's expression moved, and he looked at Zi Ling and said, "How did you find the Wangwu Sword in the first place?"

Zi Ling showed a confused look and said, "Actually, I haven't figured this out yet. Like, it wasn't me who found the Wanggo Sword. Instead, I hope that my sword will come to me by himself.

Ever since Master brought me to Emei, I have lived a very happy life.

Every day, in addition to spreading joy all over the mountains and wilderness, he teamed up with Bu Fan and Feihong to tease all the uncles and uncles.

Emei's meals are also extremely delicious. I was almost at the rhythm of raising pigs, eating and drinking from the sea, and soon I was fat and fat.

The only fly in the ointment is that Master has a lot of criticism for me.

It's not just a small word, it's simply hating iron but not steel.

In addition to the reversal of my sword moves, which made Master crazy, my dull qualifications, which are rare in a hundred years, also made Master collapse.

So after two years on Mount Emei, I was still a sprinkler disciple who made soy sauce.