Throughout the ages, there are as many types of sword intent in the world as the stars in the sky, and although the sword intent of life and death is not the most dazzling sun and moon brilliance, it is still much stronger than the light of rice grains in the mouth of the sour and rotten Wenru. The black body of the hunting with the wind moved with the sword, and the two swords of the Moon Rainbow Cave were handed out one after another in the hand, one after another, and tirelessly over and over again, until finally the thousands of swords that converged into a grand view converged into one and handed out, the black and white sword intent ebbed and flowed, and the white-clothed hand held the pure jun and retreated again and again, and it was not the slightest embarrassment.

Nangong Congyun, who was blessed by the Rolling Shenxiao True Technique, was difficult to invade a foot in front of him, and the pure jun in his hand was like the black-clothed figure repeatedly swaying the Shenxiao Sword Intent to break through the black and white wave in front of him, and Nangong Congyun felt the same ease in his hands.

In the eyes of others, Chang Xi, who looked like a mad demon, suppressed him and couldn't fight back, but in fact, he was constantly eating away at the sword intent of life and death with Shenxiao sword intent. The gap in the realm cultivation between the two can be described as the difference between cloud and mud, only a few drops of spiritual liquid in the golden pill in Nangong Congyun's body are enough to compare to Chang Xi's small half of spiritual power storage, Chang Xi has been working hard for a long time with such a reckless opening and closing, Nangong Congyun is sure that the spiritual power in Chang Xi's body has gone to five or six out of ten, and he only relies on Shenxiao sword intent to protect his body, and he has deceived a lot of Chang Xi's spiritual power with a few skillful skills of four or two thousand catties, and at present, he only consumes less than two percent of his spiritual power, and it is already clear which is better and which is inferior.

It's just that the unexpected sharpness of this sword of life and death and the strength of Chang Xi's sword slashing really made his palms numb, and the sword intent of life and death cannot be comprehended without being a killer, it is difficult for Nangong Congyun to imagine how such a junior disciple who has just entered the Jindan realm can polish such a profound sword intent in such a short period of time, and the latter's great strength makes him faintly painful, and he can't help but use all his strength to run Shenxiao Jin, which is a little better. Watching Chang Xi swing his sword and recoil regardless of his strength, a faint golden blood flowed out of the cracked tiger's mouth, which was sprinkled in the snow by his hand, spreading and dripping in the snow, scattering shocking traces.

The sound of gold and iron clashing with swords in front of him was endless, and Nangong Congyun once again avoided the expected side attack of the golden eagle, and retreated to the rear like a leisurely walk under his feet, but he faintly felt a strange feeling. At the beginning, retreating under Chang Xi's crazy offensive was the most correct and most labor-saving choice, but as the number of steps back increased, Nangong Congyun had cold sweat on his forehead, and he actually found that the trajectory of his retreat steps gradually became traceable from the irregularity at the beginning, he suddenly looked at the golden eagle who was waiting for an opportunity dozens of feet away, and the previous eagle's abrupt move of forcing him to change direction without warning was suddenly clear at this moment, and Nangong Congyun, whose heart was beating violently, raised his head and shouted.

"You!"

The corner of the sword master's mouth sneered on the side of the Yuehong Bing Liang Sword: "Senior brother, don't be impatient, wait for the junior brother to finish this last stroke." Chang Xi's feet were unnaturally twisted in the snow, and the golden blood droplets in the white snow suddenly showed a strange trace. Nangong Congyun naturally wouldn't let Chang Xi succeed, but the sword intent of life and death, which only lost quantity and not quality, had already achieved great sword momentum, and even Shenxiao Sword Intent couldn't break through the killing array painstakingly managed by the scheming junior brother in front of him in a short period of time.

The black gold floating platform located on a high place overlooked the entire martial arts arena, and Shen Tu Lie, whose disciples had been eliminated, stood up, and even the white beard hanging on his chest was torn off a few and said excitedly: "Chang Xi, this kid is still a sword formation genius?"

The eyes of the main masters of each peak are vicious and not inferior to Senior Brother Shentu, and the hideous pattern drawn by Chang Xi with golden blood in the center of the martial arts arena is like a sword array, even if it is so far away, you can feel the fluctuation of the sword intent on the pattern that is not weak, if this array can be successfully launched, the outcome of this period is still difficult to decide.

The palm and gaze of the palmist Qinglan on the case, who was pale, suddenly shrank, and then said, "That's not a sword formation. ”

Shen Tu Lie glared at the copper bell's big eyes and said, "If it's not a sword formation, what can it be?"

Qinglan looked at the hideous pattern in the snow, which was dozens of zhang long and wide, and slowly spoke.

"That's a sword talisman. ”

No one has ever been able to paint a talisman in blood in the snow that is dozens of zhang wide, and no one has been so bold as to divide most of the divine consciousness and divine weapons in the fight for their lives, but Chang Xi has done it, and the strength of the divine consciousness that does not lose the perfection of the Jindan Realm can come in handy at this moment. He swiped his golden blood all the way to draw talismans and handed out thousands of swords with all his might, and his eyes were already a little blurry, but he only shook his body slightly before regaining his stability.

As the pride of the inner gate of Qingyun Peak, how could Nangong Congyun easily follow Chang Xi's thoughts, but at this time, Chang Xi had already abandoned the sword with both hands, and the little King Kong physique that had been cultivated to perfection was prominent, and the golden dragon phantom with ink and ink behind the black clothes was entrenched high, crashing into Nangong Congyun's arms with the momentum of rushing into the city, and the sharp Shenxiao sword intent in front of Nangong Congyun was as small as a mayfly, and it actually stabbed the sound of gold and iron on Chang Xi's body, and the golden blood mist on the black clothes exploded, and the fierce black clothes turned a deaf ear, gritting his teeth and pushing out with both palms.

Finally knew how Chen Yan felt yesterday Nangong Congyun felt that his abdomen was hit by a mountain, and he was the least good at such close-quarters barbaric grappling with a gentleman's character, and the unstoppable Shenxiao Jin was smashed by the huge palms that far exceeded 100,000 catties, and Nangong Congyun bent over and was knocked out by a humanoid beast dressed in black more than ten zhang away before he could stop. was hit by brute force and crooked the jade crown with his hair in a bun, and a few strands of hair hung down, Nangong Congyun finally stopped planning to play cat and mouse, but found that the junior brother who was like King Kong had retreated dozens of zhang away.

The junior brother stretched out his fleshy hand, stained with blood, and snapped his fingers.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Nangong Congyun felt that his heart was trembling a little, as if he was being held in the palm of his hand by an invisible big hand, affected by his state of mind, the flow of the Shenxiao True Technique in his body also began to appear a little obscure, with his experience, it was not difficult to see that this was some kind of formation, but he didn't know what kind of formation it was. He roared silently in his heart: What kind of monster can draw such a big formation in a life-and-death fight?!

The sword talisman covering an area of dozens of zhang is Chang Xi's most familiar cluster blade talisman, although the size of the sword talisman is not directly related to the power, but the golden dragon blood used to draw patterns in the field is a real handful, and the power is even enough to be the sum of the cluster blade talisman used against Luo Sheng in the mountain mausoleum.

The power of the three cong blades that fuse the artistic conception of life and death far exceeds any of Chang Xi's blows before, Nangong Congyun had to fight with it with the spirit of 120,000 points, the three swords of Yuehong, Dongyou, and Red Shadow are in the same vein as the sword intent in the Cong Blade, and in the Cong Blade Fu it is like a fish entering water, and the power of the merger of the three Cong Blades and the three swords is by no means as simple as adding two or two together, although it will not make Nangong Congyun defeated, but it is enough to make him anxious.

Shenxiao's sword qi puffed out his sleeves and defeated a cluster of blades, and Nangong Congyun did not take advantage of the victory to chase the remaining two bush blade sword qi, but swirled far and wide under his feet. No one is a fool when he cultivates to the realm of a half-step Yuanying, and he also knows that fighting with the enemy in the formation is simply half the effort, and the distance of dozens of zhang is just a snap of his fingers for him, as long as he breaks through the cage of this formation, he can regain the initiative in his hands.

It's just that when he was painstakingly planning how to dodge from the pursuit of the two blades to the edge of the formation, the Nine Peaks disciple seats behind him, along with the countless people in the sect family on the floating platform, suddenly heard the sound of gasping cold air.