"Since that's the case, then there's nothing to say! It is rumored that the Immortal Monarch's Qinglian Immortal Body is not touched. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoToday, I want to learn a little bit and personally identify whether it is true!" said the Peacock Daming King and waved it out with one hand.

The five-colored glazed light swept towards the Qinglian Immortal Monarch at a speed that exceeded the ordinary light.

Qinglian Immortal Monarch, without seeing any superfluous deeds, waved his long sleeves, covered the sky, and forcibly supported the incarnation of the Peacock Daming King, and went to the world of Martial Ancestors, where he was burning and dilapidated, fighting there, without affecting the main battlefield.

The blade resembles a blood-colored crystal that reflects the sunlight that pierces through the clouds, and has an artistic beauty.

Yang Xiu's sword, straight and swift, stabbed towards Jiang Huanyu along a magical trajectory like a ghostly axe.

At this time, the swordsmanship and sword technique are all abandoned in their hands, and reality can be as beautiful as a dream, and a dream can be as concrete as reality.

Yang Xiu's sword is obviously not so fast that it can't see the track, but it gives people an irresistible feeling. It's like your own body actively colliding with the tip of the opponent's sword. Jiang Huanyu cleaned up his ridiculous thoughts while swinging the knife in his hand.

The long sword in Yang Xiu's hand slashed towards Jiang Huanyu with an extremely oppressive sound of breaking wind, and the originally light long sword was as heavy as Mount Tai in Yang Xiu's hand at the moment, with a dull humming sound between swings.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Huanyu, holding a heavy war knife, but it was extremely light, like a dream, without traces, without any effort, and it looked light.

The two figures rushed rapidly, flashing and appearing, and the light and shadow of a red and white weapon were intertwined, reflecting the entire sky into these two colors. Every time the sword collided with the sword, it would set off a large wave in the sky, and the ripples spread, and even the rocks on the ground were smashed by the violent wave of energy that rolled down.

"Bang!"

The long sword and the war knife parried each other, and the two of them made a move against each other, and between the spread of true qi, Yang Xiu took four steps back. However, after Jiang Huanyu took two steps back, he forcibly stopped his rapid retreat, and fought hard to get injured in his body, and he had to overpower Yang Xiu in terms of momentum.

Jiang Huanyu and Yang Xiu are different after all, he is the commander of the three armies, and he has been fighting with the opponent for a long time at the moment, and he has already lost the morale of the army.

The aura on the battlefield began to become scorching, and an invisible heat wave swept in.

In the eyes of countless people, Jiang Huanyu's figure began to blur, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a hazy halo, which made it impossible to see it really.

After a while, all the scorching heat suddenly retracted, and finally it was all clinging to Jiang Huanyu's body and the war knife in his hand.

The fiery red sword exuded a strange brilliance, and there seemed to be a liquid like fire liquid flowing in the transparent sword.

"Slash!"

With a low shout, his body trembled, and the violent energy burst out of Jiang Huanyu's meridians in vain, like surging water going east, billowing out.

A hook was drawn at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Huanyu's hands clenched the war knife, and with a 'bang', his figure turned into a black line and rushed towards Yang Xiu. His feet were in mid-air, but they made clear footprints, and even if the person was gone, these footprints still remained in the sky, and they did not disperse for a long time.

Will Yang Xiu be photographed by Jiang Huanyu's spirit like this?

Of course not!

Jiang Huanyu forcibly fought for the injury, took three steps back, gathered a certain amount of military heart, condensed the heart of the sergeant with a dreamy way, and then ignited it and turned it into a majestic force to crush Yang Xiu in a short time.

Yang Xiu naturally knew that he couldn't fight hard, so he wandered around, and the long sword in his hand was more like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, although eight of the ten swords were pierced in the empty space, but occasionally a sword, but it showed its edge, which made people frightened.

Suddenly, Yang Xiu turned around, and the original real figure began to blur, turning into more than a dozen figures, constantly wandering around Jiang Huanyu.

The next moment, all the figures disappeared again, and only the only sword remained.

Yang Xiu seems to have broken through a certain boundary and really mastered the highest secret of truth.

His sword was extremely terrifying, just in an instant, the remnant of the long sword enveloped the space around Jiang Huanyu, and all the void of this sword was real. Because Yang Xiu thinks that it is real, it must be true.

This is a sword that goes beyond cognition and some theory.

In terms of common sense, such a sword should not have appeared, but it has appeared in such a grand manner.

"Drink!"

One after another, real sword shadows were stranded in mid-air, and a strange cold light flashed on the blade of the sword.

Circles of virtual light flickered on Jiang Huanyu's body, and space and time seemed to be affected by him, and they became a little sluggish.

The end of the same illusion is naturally the reality. Time stands still, naturally fake. This is an illusion, an illusion created by Jiang Huanyu.

But he deceived all the senses, including the judgment of the world itself.

A small lie, deceiving the world, will be exposed sooner or later, but when a lie, a dream can deceive the whole world. Then this is the truth of the truth.

No matter how irrational and unreasonable it is, it's true!

Suddenly, Zhang Baijian was filled with a sharp sound of breaking wind in all directions, and the whole circle was full of whining sounds, which were extremely harsh.

The sword shadow, which was more than the sword shadow, missed the real sword light and slashed towards Yang Xiu in all directions.

Like a fast-spinning top, all the sword shadows were blocked out of Yang Xiu's body with a long sword.

The violent sword explosion pierced all the fantastic swords.

At this time, the only truth in the world is the sword in Yang Xiu's hand.

If Jiang Huanyu's knife is a bubble that deceives the world, then Yang Xiu's sword is the only steel needle that can pierce this bubble and restore it falsely.

"Broken!"

Yang Xiu's swordsmanship suddenly became simpler, as if it had been washed away, without any fancy, just an extremely bland stab, but with the unparalleled momentum of breaking mountains and splitting seas, leaving black afterimages in the air, and under the fierce wind, even the space was full of cracks.

"Ding, ding..."

Under the blade of the sword, the sword shadows contained an extremely fierce wind, and the interlacing of the sword and the sword shadow made a crisp, like a substantial sound of gold and iron. The shadow of the sword was rapidly dissipating, but Yang Xiu's sword light turned into ripples and spread.

It's not that Jiang Huanyu has fallen behind.

Contrary!

Jiang Huanyu's dream path has truly stepped into the pinnacle that can no longer continue.

Dive into a dream with the wind, moisturizing things silently!

True fantasy never needs brilliant colors, never needs any embellishment of light and shadow.

It just needs to act on the mind and satisfy everything.

In Yang Xiu's heart, there was a knife, covering the sky and covering the sun, and wanted to tear him apart directly.

This knife has a mixed element style.

In Yang Xiu's heart, how terrifying it is, how terrifying it will be. Once Yang Xiu didn't resist, then the injuries he received in his dreams would all be used in reality one by one.

If you die in a dream, you will fall in reality.