At the end of the world, Zao Wou-Ki held a gun on the ground, stood with his hands in his hands at night, and said indifferently: "When you are old, you will honestly go to the elderly, why come out and toss!"

Zao Wou-Ki's face was pale, and the silver spear emitted a faint thunderous light.

At this moment, out of the crowd came a man with a silver knife on his back, he was only about fifty years old, with short hair, wearing a black cloak fluttering in the wind, and the silver knife on his back was a little cold, colder than the snow in the sky.

"Heavenly Devouring Sutra, Great Creation Transformation Palm, Nine Turns Vajra Decision, if I'm not mistaken, the speed of the shot you dodged just now should be the legendary Divine Wind Chasing Step, so you are indeed a Sikong Divine Wind Disciple or have a certain relationship with him. ”

Ye was a little surprised, "Cold knife Nie Han, good eyesight!"

"Baili Haoran, Zao Wou-ki, Bai Qianqiu, Nie Han, not bad, four of the ten grandmasters, do you come one by one, or do you go together?"

Nie Han was furious: "Arrogance!"

The cold knife came out, the knife was like a cold mang, and the knife qi turned into a phantom of more than ten zhang and slashed towards the night.

Ye took two steps back, his hands turned golden, and forcibly caught Nie Han's knife.

"You don't need a big creation palm for your seat!"

At night, on tiptoe, he rode the wind and slammed a fist into Nie Han's door, the speed was terrifying.

Nie Han was shocked, and the silver knife was quickly retracted, pulling out several knife flowers in front of him, forming a drip-proof line of defense.

Seeing this at night, he did not retreat but advanced, and his fist entered the knife flower, and the sparks splashed everywhere.

Nie Han blocked with a horizontal knife and quickly retreated at the same time.

Thirty zhang away, Nie Han's hand holding the silver knife kept trembling, only to see the crack of the "Cold Knife" Dao Dao, which was ranked nineteenth on the Divine Soldier List, grow.

Nie Han's heart ached, this knife had followed him for more than 20 years, but he never wanted to destroy it today.

Nie Han's face was full of twilight, and he turned his head and slowly disappeared into the vast white snow.

Ye nodded and smiled: "Yes! Twenty years ago, he challenged Sword Without a Trace and failed, and now I'm afraid that Sword Without a Trace is not as good as him." ”

After that, he looked at Baili Haoran and Bai Qianqiu.

"Which of you two comes first?"

Baili Haoran stepped out in one step, and the Haoran righteous sword in his left hand was unsheathed for half a minute.

"There is a great spirit between heaven and earth!"

The Haoran sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the sword qi burst out and stirred the snow flying in the heavens and the earth, and the pieces of snowflakes gathered and turned into a giant sword and flew up.

The sword falls, and the snow stops.

At night, the light of the hands is magnificent, the palms of creation are raised, and the palm prints are overwhelming.

Snow sword, before the palm print arrived, a golden light flashed out, and I saw that the whole body of the night was covered with a golden membrane, and more than the palm print appeared in an instant after Baili Haoran.

The sword qi and the palm print touched, and a white light burst out, and everyone present retreated wildly.

And in the night that swept behind Baili Haoran, the palm print rose again.

Baili Haoran twisted his body and pressed his sword against his palm, and forcibly took it.

The slush was splashed everywhere, and Baili Haoran, who was bombarded into the distance, was behind with a sword, his white clothes were a little dirty, and his long hair on his shawl was also a little scattered, but he was not injured.

Night chuckled, "It's kind of interesting!"

Baili Haoran's handsome face was slightly hideous, and he saw him holding a sword across the snow under his feet, and a trace of cold air rolled around the righteous qi sword.

At this moment, Ye stretched out his arm and bent his five fingers slightly, and the sword of a hall master not far away was sucked into his hand.

The sword was in his hand, and the momentum of the night changed suddenly.

Bai Qianqiu exclaimed: "This sword intent, could it be the legendary heart sword?"

Under a giant peak somewhere in the end of the world, Zhao Wushuang and Wan'er were squinting at the battle in the distance.

Wan'er turned her head and asked, "Childe, is this the legendary heart sword?"

Zhao Wushuang pondered for a moment, and then said: "It shouldn't be! The Heart Sword is a sword that transforms into a heart, and there is no need for true qi, and that person's sword intent is monstrous, but the sword in his hand has true qi condensation." ”

"It's strange, who is this person, he will know four of the six volumes of the Heavenly Scripture!

In the distance, the two of them stood with swords, and the two sword intents contradicted each other, and just like that, for a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, the two of them were motionless.

Half an hour later, the two sword intent were all collected, and suddenly, the two of them moved, as fast as meteors.

The two of them passed by, without any fluctuations, not even the remaining snow on the ground.

The night is behind the sword with one hand, and Baili Haoran holds the sword in both hands in his chest.

A moment later, Baili Haoran's snow-white robe flew down, and then a blush on his chest slowly emerged.

And Night shot the sword in his hand into the stunned hall master's scabbard.

Baili Haoran put his sword into the sheath, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Everyone was in an uproar, and the first master of the Central Plains was defeated.

But what everyone didn't see was that a corner of the mask of the night was missing, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth under the mask.

He turned to look at Bai Qianqiu, "Sword Immortal is going to fight." ”

Bai Qianqiu shook his head slightly, "You have fought three battles and won the next battle." ”

"Oh, does the White Sword Immortal think this seat will lose?"

Bai Qianqiu said indifferently: "No! if you fight me in your current state, you will lose!"

Night laughed: "Interesting!"

At this time, a black shadow walked in front of Bai Qianqiu.

"Mo Linglong, I have heard the name of the White Sword Immortal for a long time, please advise!"

Bai Qianqiu was slightly stunned, "You want to fight with me?"

Mo Linglong said: "Exactly!"

"Hahaha! Sword Immortals, don't underestimate our Ink Sect Master!" Ye laughed with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"It's okay!" Bai Qianqiu looked at the long sword in his hand and said softly: "This sword is called "Cangyue" Divine Soldier List, and it has not been unsheathed for fourteen years!"

"Please!"

Mo Linglong slowly pulled out the iron sword, and Bai Qianqiu was puzzled, "You just use this sword?"

"How?"

Bai Qianqiu smiled dumbly: "Good! Very good!"

The moon came out of the sheath, and two figures, one black and one white, turned into two figures

Two streams of light rose.

The swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed.

In the distance, Zhao Wushuang was a little worried, he wanted to go to his father once said that in the rivers and lakes at that time, Bai Qianqiu thought that he was the second in swordsmanship, so no one dared to call him the first, and the name of the sword immortal was not in vain!

The two figures kept flickering above the vast Broken Heaven, so that some people couldn't see the two figures clearly.

As soon as the white light rose, Bai Qianqiu's sword slashed down from top to bottom, and Mo Linglong rose horizontally, sliding for dozens of zhang before stopping his body.

And looking at the sword in Mo Linglong's hand, it was already broken.

Bai Qianqiu smiled lightly after carrying the sword: "Let's change the sword!"

At this time, a ghostly light flickered in front of Mo Linglong, and Mo Linglong reached out to catch it, and it was the ink scale sword.

I saw Zhao Wushuang running from afar and shouted, "Master and sister, borrow you and him!"

Everyone: "Uh....."

Zhao Wushuang, who was holding the gun and squinting slightly, looked at the figure, and his brows furrowed slightly.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang did not have ice skin.

And what others cared more about was the ink scale sword in Mo Linglong's hand.

The body of the ink-scale sword exuded a faint glow, and the swords in the hands of Luo Jianshan and Baili Haoran all trembled at this moment.

"Good sword!" Bai Qianqiu's eyes burst out with a golden light.

"You have such skills at such a young age, and it is really like a tiger with this ink sword!"

Mo Linglong looked at the ink scale sword in her hand, her face full of tenderness.

She wiped the sword body with her sword fingers, and in an instant, the ghostly light was great, and the scales on the body of the ink scale sword closed one by one, devouring the true qi emitted by Mo Linglong like a whale.

The sword rises, and the two fight together again.

In this battle, countless people only know that Bai Qianqiu, the sword immortal of Cangyue, went down the mountain alone and never went out of the city for half a step after that, and there are countless versions in the rivers and lakes talking about this battle, some people say that the Youtan sect master was defeated, Bai Qianqiu couldn't bear to be a killer, and some people said that Bai Qianqiu lost to the juniors and had no face to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes.

And Baili Haoran and the masters of the Central Plains rivers and lakes came down the mountain, for the people of the Central Plains, this day was a shame, the four great masters gathered in the Western Regions, but they were defeated by the mysterious palace master.

For a while, the news that the palace master of the Nine Shadows Palace was pregnant with the six volumes of the Heavenly Scripture spread in the rivers and lakes.

Since then, the end of the broken world has been full of corpses.