When Zong Yu's emerald sword appeared in front of Luo Yun's eyes, he understood.

He wasn't the black-clothed sword cultivator.

After the Natal Spirit Sword was revealed, the fit between it and the sword cultivator that could be felt without being deliberate was so obvious.

This was completely different from the spirit sword used by the black-clothed sword cultivator at that time.

Although Luo Yun wanted to talk about the black-clothed sword cultivator who was suspected to be from the Imperial Sword Sect and the two monks who died from the Imperial Sword Sect, firstly, he was also very eager for this battle, and secondly, he did not want to use other miscellaneous things to disturb Zong Yu's state of mind.

Naturally, listening to Zong Yu's tone, he really didn't necessarily care about the "waste of the Imperial Sword Gate".

Luo Yun said: "Please." ”

As the words fell, the two of them leaped up at the same time, just like the first time they fought in the clouds, and the two swords quickly struck each other hundreds of times in the air!

The swords of the two were thin swords, and the impact sound was also very crisp, and after countless "ding" sounds, the two of them fell back to their original places, and the position of their feet did not shift at all.

At this time, both of them were obsessed with the natal spirit sword that was in line with their own minds and tempered thousands of times, after this tentative confrontation, Luo Yun's heart was mighty, Zong Yu's emerald long sword was very remarkable, and the sword intent and killing intent were very full.

Both of them smiled as they should have been, and then flew into each other again!

Zong Yu's sword was also refined in the Three Realms City, much earlier than Luo Yun.

His sword does not pay attention to supernatural powers, spells, and other "outer ways" in terms of sword cultivation, but only focuses on raising and killing.

The sword body is like spring water, but I don't know how much blood is condensed, in order to raise this sword, his beast tide for several years must be to the most dangerous section, I don't know how many high-level demon beasts and brute beasts died under this sword.

The more bloody, the stronger the blue color.

Like a pool of clear water, it used to be a battlefield of fertile blood, blood is thicker than water, blood dissolves in water, and finally becomes blue.

Therefore, his natal spirit sword is called "Hua Zhu Chengbi".

In the silence, the two of them all swords and backstrokes were surging.

Occasionally, there was the sound of two swords fighting, and the collision of the drumming sword qi and the sword qi during it seemed to break through the prohibitions around them - but this prohibition was naturally not easy to break, so the air flow like a strong wind was blocked and diverted to the sky and down!

Above was the sky, and before he knew it, the magma below was constantly stirred up by the torrent of sword qi generated by the confrontation between the two of them, and the fire tree jets were several zhang high!

It is conceivable that if someone passes below at this time, it will be dangerous.

The emerald color swept over, but it was a "spring breeze to the east", although the move was soft, but there was a faint hint in the spring breeze, and it had arrived in front of Luo Yun in an instant.

Luo Yun held a sword, and the sword intersected with the blade of the sword of Zhu Chengbi, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", but the power that burst out from the point of contact was extremely terrifying.

The natal spirit sword is not ordinary, neither Luo Yun nor Zong Yu expected to be able to cause a wound on the opponent's spirit sword with the edge of a blade, but the two of them still couldn't help but praise each other.

Since they meet, they are inseparable, and the two of them each urge the power of Xingyuan, and at this time, Zong Yu's "Spring Breeze and Winter Solstice" suddenly bloomed, just like the ice and snow suddenly fell in the early spring, and with the cold current mixed in the spring breeze, the sharp sword intent of the silk thread came to the face!

Luo Yun instantly cast the sword turning style, and the blade of the sword of the First Realm was stuck on the Zhuchengbi sword and swirled around, bringing out a round of black phantom, just like opening a black umbrella in the spring breeze and ice rain, blocking all the bleak wind and rain out of the umbrella.

At the same time, Luo Yun's body was slightly short, and he swept towards Zong Yu with a horizontal sword style.

Zong Yu immediately flew up, but he pinched the tip of the sword that turned into Zhu Chengbi's sword, and turned over and jumped behind Luo Yun with lightning and flint, but it was a very bold "jade pot dumping"!

Seeing that the hilt of the sword had hit Luo Yun's back, Luo Yun was as if he had eyes on his back, and the sword came again, but it was a clever sword drawing style!

The sword was on his back, and his right hand was on the right shoulder, as if he was about to draw the spirit sword!

With a muffled sound, Zong Yu's hilt just hit the sword body of the First Realm Sword, and Luo Yun took advantage of the situation to float away!

Between coming and going, the two actually switched places.

Luo Yun still maintained a squatting posture with his back to him, drawing his sword.

Zong Yu's expression was slightly condensed, just now the hilt of the sword hit the opponent's sword, and he also had the intention of taking advantage of the situation to stay away - because Luo Yun's posture was a sword-drawing starting style, and once the sword was "pulled out", there would definitely be an extremely turbulent sword intent "out of the sheath".

Rao is like this, as soon as his feet touch the surface of the stone pillar, Luo Yun's sword intent has arrived-treading the waves and opening the river and asking!

Although this passage made of stone pillars is about four or five zhang wide between the invisible borders on both sides, the stone pillars are narrow, and they cannot be controlled here, leaving the stone pillars, they will only fall, so there is no additional room to dodge.

But Luo Yun's sword intent has arrived.

The sword intent from the First Realm Sword was like the surging water of a river, pouring into and immediately filling this passage several zhang wide, and for him, the passage was still too narrow!

It is mixed with the meaning of countless Jin Ge, like a torrent of thousands of troops and horses, holding guns, swords, and halberds...... Go over the river!

There is no doubt that if there is a third person among the two of them, they will definitely be drowned by this sword intent!

The sword intent is coming, and there is no way to hide, so you can only fight.

However, Zong Yu didn't want to hide.

His eyes were shining, and he was extremely excited, and the sword in his hand was suddenly bloody.

He inserted this sword into Luo Yun's sword intent!

A touch of blood suddenly rippled.

This is the condensation of countless blood, and in this moment, it is like a battlefield in the world, with the sound of killing everywhere, and the blood stains the rivers!

I don't know how many Jin Ge fell to the bottom of the river, and I don't know how much blood splashed into the water.

The blood-colored ripples from Zong Yu spread over the entire river, and it was an incomparably thick sword intent.

If someone stands between the two of them at this time, I am afraid that they will not be drowned, but they will first be frightened - because here we can only see the killing, the extraordinary bloody and cruel, the head of the demon beast, the miserable howl of the brute beast, and the hatred and unwillingness of the demon clan, the demon clan, and even the human cultivator who had died under this sword.

And all of these were suppressed in this sword by Zong Yu's own killing intent, accumulated to the point of "thick", and forcibly stopped the rushing momentum!

Luo Yun showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he had to admit that Zong Yu did a much better job than him by nourishing killing with blood.

At this time, his face was even more solemn.

Zong Yu's sword intent is fighting back.

Zhu blood sinks into the blue water, and it will be a thousand years later.

Countless giant trees have risen on the fertile blood that once sprayed both sides of the river, and on the lake that was once stained red with blood, all lotus leaves and fields are endless, and there is a lot of vitality - killing intent.