The building of Xijian Pond is built on the mountain, which is somewhat similar to Jinghu Villa, but the front of the building is not a lake, but a pool. The water in the pond came out of the ground, glowing red with blood. The ancestor of the Sword Washing Pond was a blacksmith with strong martial arts, and he came here to find that the red pool water used to cool the freshly cast weapons could actually improve the quality of the weapons. Since then, he has settled here and built many famous weapons.

Not only that, the founding patriarch of the sword washing pool also realized a set of extremely powerful swordsmanship in the creation of weapons, and since then, he has only created one kind of weapon, that is, the sword, and the reputation of the sword washing pool has come from this.

It has been passed down for several generations, and there are few disciples who can create good weapons in the sword washing pool, but there are some swordsmanship masters, and for more than a hundred years, the most famous is the current Song Jingruo. In terms of swordsmanship, Song Jingruo is regarded as the first in today's martial arts.

The two tethered horses that Shen Guhong and the three of them saw in the forest were none other than Mo Qingfeng and Yingting who had rushed to support the Sword Washing Pond. When they arrived at the Sword Washing Pool, the battle was in full swing.

This time, the ghost-faced Yama sent the red curtain to attack the sword washing pool, and he mobilized not the men and horses under the six envoys, but the masters of Bianjing City. Each of these people is a first-class good player, and none of them is weak.

Although there are few disciples in the Sword Washing Pool, almost all of them are powerful kendo masters, and Song Jingruo is known as the first sword in the world. Although the red curtain is powerful, but against Song Jingruo, I am afraid that no one can occupy the top within 300 moves.

Mo Qingfeng and Ying Tinglai came and joined the battlefield directly. Situ Shuofang and Yingting both had a strange feeling at this time, they didn't expect that they would fight side by side one day.

Although the people who wash the sword pool are powerful, but the manpower is limited, although Song Jingruo is in the big battle, but there is no bottom in his heart. Seeing the arrival of Mo Qingfeng and the others at the moment, there was a little hope in his heart, and with a long roar, he pointed out with his finger as a sword, and the sharp sword light was flowing and churning, like a blooming white lotus flower attacking towards the red curtain.

The evil aura in the red curtain eyes was permeated, the slender white fingers were around, and the body was as soft as a spirit snake. Although Song Jingruo's sword qi is incomparable, it is like a punch on cotton, and he doesn't focus at all.

After more than ten moves, the red curtain body flashed, his hands were put together into palms, and a feminine palm force spit out and hit Song Jingruo's vest. Song Jingruo's scalp was numb, and the real qi in his body swirled, and he forcibly moved out a half-zhang distance, but his speed was still a little slower, and his back shoulder was swept by the palm force of the red curtain, and a feminine energy soaked his body, making him snort, and his body staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Mo Qingfeng put out his palms together, forcing the two people besieging him to retreat, one somersault, his body was still in the air, but the palm power had already diffused out.

Red Curtain wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue Song Jingruo, but at this time, he was blocked by Mo Qingfeng, so he had to deal with Mo Qingfeng with his palm.

Song Jingruo dissolved the strength of the immersion body, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he immediately jumped towards the edge of the sword-washing pool, slamming his palm into the blood-red pool water. The red pool water suddenly surged into the sky, and in the middle of the divided pool water, there was a red long sword.

Song Jingruo took out the red long sword in the pool, and with a long roar, his famous "Heavenly Sword Thirty-six Style" unfolded, and in an instant, he saw a red shadow, and the temperature in the four places dropped sharply. The red curtain was suddenly startled, flipped his palm to force Mo Qingfeng back, and then his body flipped upside down in the air, kicking with both feet, and shooting out a force to meet the red sword that attacked him.

I only heard a clicking sound, the red curtain complexion couldn't help but change, his body tossed three times in the air, he stood on the ground, and said sharply: "Red Shadow Sword?"

The Red Shadow Sword is the most famous sword cast by the ancestor of the Sword Washing Pool, the head of the Sword Washing Pool in the previous generation used this sword to kill the prestige, Song Jingruo used this sword to also play his own world, no one thought that this sword was hidden by him in the Sword Washing Pool.

"Yes, it is the Red Shadow Sword, the old man has been sealing the sword for many years, and you should feel honored to play the sword again today!" Song Jingruo held the Red Shadow Sword in his hand, revealing a sense of arrogance and domineering that ordinary people could hardly match. At that moment, the disciples of the sword washing pool saw that their own head was holding the sword again, and they all showed excitement.

The red curtain moved with the wind in red clothes, like a raging sea of fire. He has always been very fond of red, perhaps because red is like red, or maybe because red is like fire. At that moment, he saw the Red Shadow Sword that was shining with a dazzling red glow, and he liked it for no reason in his heart, and his feminine voice sounded: "The Red Shadow Sword, it is really a good sword, and it will be mine in the future!"

Song Jingruo didn't expect that the red shadow was still so arrogant at this time, and he couldn't help but be angry, the Xuan Gong was running, and the red light of the Red Shadow Sword was full of extremes, and one after another fierce and incomparable sword rays diffused out, heading towards the red curtain.

The red curtain snapped lightly, and the ten fingers went around, only to see that one complex action was completed in an instant, but the energy that gushed out was like a raging wave. At this moment, Song Jingruo couldn't help but be shocked, because he felt a powerful and incomparable suction, which was wrapping the Red Shadow Sword in his hand, and the Red Shadow Sword was in danger of coming out of his hand.

Mo Qingfeng was standing not far away at this time, seeing such a situation, he was also secretly startled, at that moment his body rose up, spiraling out like a divine eagle, the five fingers of his right hand were put together into a palm, and hit the void between Song Jingruo and the red curtain, a loud noise came out, Mo Qingfeng let out a muffled snort, and his body was suddenly lifted out. And Song Jingruo and the red curtain also stepped back a few steps, the red curtain was slightly white, but Song Jingruo vomited blood directly.

"Good sword!" The red curtain looked at the Red Shadow Sword in Song Jingruo's hand, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, the sword is indeed a good sword, and if you re-emerge from the sword pool today, you will use your blood to sacrifice the sword!" Song Jingruo pinched a sword trick, and the "Heavenly Sword Thirty-six Styles" unfolded again, and the sword shadow flashed in the sky, enveloping the red curtain in it.

The red curtain is like a spiritual snake, wandering among the shadows of the sword, the extremely powerful sword light, but it can't even touch the corners of his clothes, such a fast and weird body, even if Shen Guhong and Ghost Face Yama see it, they will be amazed. The two of them fought quickly, and more than thirty moves passed in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool and the people of the Yama Hall all stopped, quietly watching the battle between Song Jingruo and the Red Curtain .

The red shadow flickered, like the red glow on the horizon, in the blink of an eye, more than three hundred moves passed, the soft body of the red shadow swam, from the side of the sword blade to Song Jingruo's side, the right palm poked out, hit Song Jingruo's left shoulder, the sound of a click fracture came out, Song Jingruo even took his red shadow sword like a residual leaf, don't fly out.

Seeing this, Situ Shuofang couldn't help but shout: "Master!"

When Mo Qingfeng and Yingting were shocked, they attacked together with Situ Shuofang. The red curtain wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill Song Jingruo, but he was caught up by Mo Qingfeng, Yingting, and Situ Shuofang, and for a while, he saw his figure moving like lightning, and in less than three moves, the siege of the three was broken up by him.

Song Jingruo's body floated out five or six zhang before he stood still, and at the moment Xuan Gong was running, dissolving the true qi of the immersed body, Xuan Gong reunited, the red shadow sword waved, and pieces of red sword flowers trembled, like peach blossoms falling after the rain.

The red curtain jumped to avoid Mo Qingfeng's attack, his body swirled in the air, the red flashed and agitated, and the fierce energy diffused out, catching up with Song Jingruo's red shadow sword, avoiding the sword blade without deviation, hitting the sword surface, the feminine to the extreme strength was transmitted from the sword body, Song Jingruo let out a muffled sound again, the qi and blood in his body churned very much, his chest was like pressing a thousand catties of boulders, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body kicked back a few steps.

The red curtain injured Song Jingruo with a blow, but he was not comfortable, the sharp and incomparable sword qi hit his face, so that the true qi in his body was almost uncontrollable, and when he was frightened, he looked at the red red shadow sword, and he liked it even more.

Mo Qingfeng, Situ Shuo, and Fang Yingting were entangled by the rest of the Yama Hall again, and they couldn't spare it to help Song Jingruo no matter what. Song Jingruo held the sword in one hand, and his body was a little shaky.

The red curtain said lightly: "From today onwards, I'm afraid this sword washing pool will be removed from the rivers and lakes!"

Song Jingruo snorted coldly and said, "Is it?

Although Song Jingruo's mouth is hard, but he is seriously injured, he also knows that he can't fight against the red curtain at the moment, but the person who can practice swordsmanship to his point, the more at this time, the more arrogant and resolute he becomes, at the moment not only does he have no intention of surrendering or begging for mercy in his heart, but he has an unyielding heart to die.

The red curtain didn't speak again, he slowly walked towards Song Jingruo, and with every step he took, a strong current of air would be set off in the air. Song Jingruo bore the brunt of the attack, and the blood at the corners of his mouth continued to ooze out, but he held the Red Shadow Sword with both hands, and his true qi poured into it, resisting the red curtain to the death.

When the red curtain took the third step, Song Jingruo spurted out a mouthful of blood, shook his body backwards, and held the Red Shadow Sword with one hand and stuck it on the ground to support his body, but he still didn't fall.

Seeing Song Jingruo's appearance, the red curtain admired this person a little, but the murderous intent in his heart was not diminished at all, because only by killing this kind of person can he show his strength, and similarly, this is also his mission. When Ghost-Faced Yama made the decision to have them each lead people to destroy the faction, he already understood what Ghost-faced Yama was going to do.

"Die!" The red curtain took the fourth step, the red clothes were swept by the wind, making a hunting sound, and the terrifying energy was like a raging wave crushing towards Song Jingruo, as if it was about to drown him. But at this moment, a yellow light and shadow flew from a distance, and its speed was really indescribable.

The whole person of the red curtain seems to have been locked by the yellow ray, and no matter how he dodges, he can't dodge. At this moment, the red curtain only felt that his scalp was numb, and a life and death crisis was born, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar, and his life skills were mobilized at full speed, forming one invisible wall of qi after another and spreading out.

Just in the blink of an eye, the yellow mang had already hit his body protection qi wall, and what made him horrified was that no matter how many protective walls he formed with his internal strength, he didn't stop the flying yellow mang, and after the yellow mang passed through his protective wall, he went straight to his heart, and his face had turned into horror at the moment.