The black and blue swords, the two are handed, sonorous and excited, the air is constantly distorted, and the blue and black junction enchantment collides with dazzling sparks from time to time.

The blue sword was pulled by the clear moon, and kept converging on that sword, competing with the black spiral storm, and for a while, neither of them could wipe out the other, and they were in a state of stalemate for the time being.

Qing Yue's face was slightly pale, obviously the true yuan of this blow had consumed a lot, and seeing that the battle was delayed, her expression was extremely cold. The chest of both hands was sealed, and suddenly more blue true qi gathered and rushed towards the blue lightsaber, and then shouted: "Break!"

With the condensation of a large amount of star power, the giant blue light sword was like a bamboo, breaking through the edge storm in one fell swoop, and the remaining strength slashed towards the place where the sword spiraled in the center.

In fact, this move of the man in black cannot be regarded as a real human-sword integration, and he can only reluctantly combine his own cultivation with the sharpness of the sword, and the power of attack and breakthrough can be increased to a certain extent.

When the giant sword blue light broke through the perimeter of the rotating black storm, the man in black was counterattacked and vomited blood. At this time, seeing the blue giant sword attacking with the power of Wanjun, he was ruthless, roared, and urged the remnants of the true yuan in his body with all his strength, whistling and accelerating towards the lightsaber.

With a "boom", the moment the two came into contact, they reached the critical point of explosion.

With the earth-shattering loud noise, a violent wave of air quickly swept away, annihilating the grass and trees within a radius of hundreds of meters, flying sand and stones, and soil pits appeared frequently, which was not amazing.

Faintly visible, in the center of the storm, the last remnants of the blue greatsword overwhelmed the man in black in one fell swoop.

Qingyue was not at the core of the furious qi due to her long-range attack in the air, so she quickly retreated at the moment of the explosion. But even so, he still did not exit the range of the storm, and was knocked away by the air wave for dozens of meters, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth on the spot, and he was slightly injured.

It took a while for the blaststorm to subside.

I saw that the radius of several hundred meters was bare and desolate, and it was like a cloud of mud before the battle. As for the center of the air wave, a huge crater of more than ten zhang appeared out of thin air.

Suppressing her own injuries, Qing Yue flew to the pit and saw the man in black lying flat in the middle of the pit. At this moment, the black-clothed man's body was shattered, and the Yuan Shen was also severely damaged in the earth-shattering explosion, and he was on the verge of collapse, obviously unable to live.

As we all know, when a person who cultivates the truth reaches a certain state of cultivation, the primordial spirit can leave the body. Therefore, for a master, destroying the opponent's body is not really killing the opponent. Because, the other party's primordial spirit not only has more than half of the original cultivation, but can continue to survive if he takes away the body of others within a certain period of time.

Knowing that he was not far from death, the man in black stared straight at Qingyue with some sloppy eyes, and said weakly and resentfully.

"You 、、、、、、 you will not escape 、、、、、 death、、、、、、"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the man in black died. The black aura on the face of the dead man in black also dissipated, revealing an ordinary middle-aged face about forty years old.

Retracting her gaze, Qingyue couldn't help but look into the distance and sighed lightly: "It seems that this road is not going to be peaceful." As soon as the words fell, he resolutely flew towards the southeast, his speed was so fast, his breath was so strong, where could he see that he was injured.

In about half an hour, on this ruined land, a black shadow landed out of thin air, like a majestic middle-aged face, indifferent face, and cold eyes, which made people daunting. At this moment, he was silently looking at the man in black who had died in the pit, and the cold air on his body was even stronger.

"Lao Jiu, go all the way, I will let her go down to accompany you!"

When the words fell, the black mist on the black shadow's face appeared, and the figure flashed, and it turned into a streamer of light and chased in the direction where Qingyue left.

Qingyue, who was miles ahead, had already slowed down at this time. Unable to suppress the injuries in his body anymore, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his jade-like face was slightly pale and colorless at the moment.

Originally, a few days ago, Yin Yang Valley fought with the young master of the strong Evil Sword Sect, Yi Feng, and Qing Yue was injured. After all, Yi Feng, as the young master of the Evil Sword Sect, one of the four evil sects, is also one of the four talents of the three wonders, four talents and seven heroes of the young generation recognized by the cultivation realm. What's more, Yi Evil is belligerent, and it is well-known in the cultivation realm, and the two of them will fight against each other, so it is naturally inevitable that they will be injured.

Just now he was attacked and killed by the man in black, although he was slightly superior to the other party by virtue of his cultivation, he also paid some price. New injuries lead to old injuries, coupled with the wear and tear of the true element, at this time, only fifty percent of the cultivation that is less than in its heyday remains.

At the moment when she defeated the man in black, Qingyue felt that she was being targeted from afar. There is no doubt that if the injuries are serious on the spot, the person hiding behind it is very likely to decisively take action and kill him. So, Qingyue forcibly suppressed the injuries in her body and behaved lightly, in order to confuse the other party and give herself a chance to heal.

Who is going to put me to death、、、、、、??

Shaking her head slightly, Qingyue didn't think much about it anymore, and tried her best to heal her injuries while hurrying.

Half an hour later, Qingyue noticed that the injuries in her body had improved, and her cultivation had recovered to more than seventy percent, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, she finally had the power to protect herself.

Abruptly, the figure suddenly stopped in place, Qingyue's eyes were solemn, looking dozens of feet ahead.

A black figure stood with its back to each other, blocking the way.

"Huh?"

Frowning slightly, Qingyue felt a hint of danger from the black-clothed man's body.

With a solemn look in his eyes, it seems that this person's cultivation is not below me at all.

"Who are you, and why did you kill me?"

Turning around slowly, the same black mist filled the air, and the cruel words were extremely cold.

"Follow all the way, just to kill you!"

"Whew!"

Drawing out the long sword, Qingyue's eyes condensed slightly, looking directly at the black-clothed man in front of him, and the true yuan in his body secretly condensed.

The man in black didn't talk nonsense, and drew his sword. The blade is wide, but it gives people a feeling of sharp edge. From time to time, the broadsword swallowed a terrifying black light, like a fierce beast about to choose and devour.

Qingyue's figure rushed out, her wrist flicked, and the long sword was like an angry dragon crossing the river, making a sky-high sword groan.

The long knife was squandered, and the man in black first laid dozens of defenses on himself, and then flew up and fought with Qing Yue.

The rain of blades and swords, criss-crossed, sparks splashed, and the sound of bursts of collisions was like thunder rolling, and the momentum was magnificent!

The sky is full of swords and swords, and the battle between the two is like a tsunami of mountains and mountains!

After a long time, the sword light dissipated, and the sword shadow was hidden. The two of them each took more than a dozen steps back and looked at each other!

Suddenly, the man in black smiled strangely.

"The cultivation is good, and the swordsmanship is amazing, but your injuries are about to be suppressed! ”

Qingyue remained silent, looked at each other lightly, and shook her head regretfully.

"Your cultivation is reluctant, but your knife skills are too bad, and you are not decisive in doing things. You may have to follow in the footsteps of your companions!"

"If you want to provoke me, it will only make you die faster. It's time for you to hit the road. ”

Seemingly not provoked by the other party's-for-tat, the man in black said in a cold tone, as if he was a messenger of hell.

"It's time to hit the road. ”

It seems to be saying goodbye, and it seems to be talking to himself.

Qing Yue flew over like lightning in an instant, and the long sword in his hand swung one after another, and the blue sword shadows were stacked on top of each other, pointing directly at the vital point of the black-clothed man's body.

It didn't seem that the other party would suddenly burst out at this time, the man in black was slightly stunned, and then woke up, knowing that he couldn't dodge, he quickly gathered the true yuan of his body, and the big sword was across his chest, and he used the imperial word trick to swing the long sword that was close to him.

"Bang!"

With a dull metal crash, the two staggered by.

Standing with their backs to each other, the two stood still like statues, silent.

A gust of wind blew, breaking the silence in the field.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of the man's eyebrows, and then slowly fell.

The eyes that are about to close are full of disbelief and death!

At this time, the blue light on the middle finger of his left hand dissipated, Qingyue spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was weak and crumbling, and he roughly probed the situation in his lower body, and couldn't help but smile miserably.

The injury could no longer be suppressed, and coupled with the continuous loss of true yuan, she could not cultivate to the original three layers at this time.

The reason why he took the initiative to assault was to divert the opponent's attention, and at the moment when he staggered with the opponent's body, Qing Yue's left middle finger suddenly exerted force, referring to the sword, and performing one of the tricks, the Xingchen Sword Finger, suddenly broke through the opponent's defense in one fell swoop and destroyed the opponent's Yuan Shen. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to kill a killer who was equivalent to himself with an injured body.

Even so, Qingyue's condition is extremely bad, and with serious injuries, the rest of the journey is likely to be extremely dangerous, and she is likely to die.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that it was impossible to predict whether he could return to Xingyue Pavilion this time.

Looking up into the distance, the beautiful face is quietly covered with a trace of loss and regret, are you going to say goodbye forever?

The silent murmur drifted away with the wind, and the grass and trees at this time became gray, as if they were wailing for someone.