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Qing Yunzi just looked at the Falling Dust Pavilion silently, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him. www.biquge.info"I believe he can handle these small things, so remove your people and persuade the nearby civilians to retreat, I don't want to hurt the innocent." ”

The royal means are still very fast, as soon as the battle began, the forbidden army surrounded the Falling Dust Pavilion, a white-robed little general, received an order from the Imperial Palace, very puzzled, at this time shouldn't the thieves in the Falling Dust Pavilion be arrested? But the emperor's order is greater than everything, and the forbidden army has to retreat. The battle was far from over, and at the same time, a carriage came from Youzhou to Ning'an City, the closest to the imperial city.

White-clothed, black-haired, young and handsome face, peaceful and no more, the killing machine is awe-inspiring, and the spell kills the swordsman with the power of heaven and earth.

Seeing the white foam in front of him, Qing Li, who was still low in cultivation, was shocked, and his beautiful eyes rarely flashed a trace of change.

The white foam and the swordsman who staggered by, without any words, hunted in white clothes with the wind, and the gorgeous spells strangled the sword qi, giving the other two people present an indescribable pressure.

Chen Xiaomo came to Bai Mo's side, "Senior Brother Bai Mo, since you are here to find me, then let me come, let's see whose sword is more powerful, the swordsman is to fight the swordsman"

Jian Twelve was forced back by a sword aura, and looked at Chen Xiaomo in disbelief, but it was more of a joy to see the prey.

Qing Li couldn't come back to his senses, the extraordinary figure in front of him, step by step, like a sword immortal, stepping on a red dust road, is this still the Chen Xiaomo he knew? Bai Mo smiled, his face once again showed an approachable peace, he also wanted to see the sword of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the strongest sword in the Eastern Regions.

Before the sword was born, heaven and earth were inducted, and above the sky, one after another sword lights were manifesting, turning into pure yang, crisscrossing and blocking, blocking the heaven and earth where the sword twelve.

On the twelfth hand of the sword, a sword light slashed, and blood spilled.

The sword of sword cultivation was speechless, the induction between the swordsmen, and the expressions of the twelve swords were solemn. This swordsman is extraordinary, maybe it is a good sharpening sword, and at this moment, Sword Twelve really treats Chen Xiaomo as an opponent.

"Qing Li, watch carefully, his master is a legendary sword, in the next battle, you can write down as much as you want, and you can also face sword cultivation in the future, and you can have some experience in the future" Bai Mo looked at Qing Li beside him and said in a condensed voice. "Hmm" Qing Li responded lightly, looking at Chen Xiaomo in front of him, his big eyes rose to a little brilliance, a legendary sword, then wouldn't he be very, very powerful? The scabbard fell to the ground, Chen Xiaomo drew his sword, the Aoki sword appeared, the heaven and the earth had a feeling, the frost Hua floated down, the golden light spread in the world, and in the eyes of the fan, the sword of pure yang reappeared as an extraordinary swordsman.

The suppressed aura became heavier and heavier, Jian Twelve's eyes were cold, and his figure flashed, preemptively. The blood-colored sword light pierced the sky, the fallen leaves were annihilated, the void exploded, and it was difficult to bear the power of the sword.

"Keng, ding" Chen Xiaomo danced the sword, the sword roared softly, the blood and gold sword qi crossed, the sword moved again, and the blood color was shattered. The only remaining green leaves are scattered, and the bleak scenery is so beautiful that it is intoxicating. Sword Twelve bullied forward, the terrifying sword light swirled around his body, and with a slight wave of his hand, the sword qi surged, condensing the torrent of sword qi, and made another move. The sword fell, the sword raised, the dust surged, the sword light Linghua, cut the heaven and the earth, and forced his life to pass.

Sword Twelve turned sideways, avoiding the Pure Yang Sword Blade, but saw the sword momentum turn around, following him like a shadow. The black light and sword light are handed over, the figures of the sword cultivator and the swordsman are constantly intertwined, the sword light is like a shock, the sword qi is like opening the sky, the sword is clashing, and the sky is shaking.

The sword that is as elegant as flowing clouds and water, Ling Li is the only one, one move and one style, ordinary but extremely accurate, and the sword dances on it, stunning the world. It is unfortunate to lose the sword, but it is fortunate to watch the sword, and the sword is on the sword in this life. Like a fascinated white foam, I don't know how long the duel between the swordsmen has passed, the merged swords and swords, the black sword light and the pure yang sword qi around the circle, intertwined a gorgeous music of life and death.

The swordsman is powerful, and the sword cultivation is even more immeasurable, Qing Li was amazed, it turned out that his little brother Mo had grown to such a terrifying realm.

The sunset shines in the west, the still heaven and the earth, the blood-red sunset, red all over the western sky, the sunset that refuses to fall, is the sky to see the sword duel style, borrowing three moments.

There are two figures of a man and a woman standing side by side, the woman is nervous, and the man is calm and abnormal. From the first time I saw him in the past, Bai Mo knew very well that Chen Xiaomo was an extraordinary sword cultivator, although he wanted to be a harmless beautiful man next door on the surface, but the fierce aura that inadvertently exuded showed that his extraordinary sword cultivation would not be defeated.

"Don't worry, watch the sword with peace of mind," Bai Mo said softly. "Oh" Qing Li raised her head, responded lightly, and immediately calmed down a little, and looked at the sword seriously, she had to believe that Xiao Mo was destined to be extraordinary.

In the battle, the golden sword light danced, the sword and sword were rampant in the void, and the extreme force was sharp, one move and one style, and it gradually blurred. If you don't see the move, the move can't be broken, the simple sword, and then dye the dyeing red. The left arm of the sword twelve slashed, the vermilion fell, and then the clothes were dyed. The road of the swordsman, watching the sword, learning the sword, understanding the sword, seeing the opportunity to see the supreme sword immortal in his life, when to know the end of the sword, how far away.

At first glance at the sword, how lucky Qingli was, there was Chen Xiaomo's evolved sword moves, and today I will see the sword of pure yang, the road to the sword, Chen Xiaomo has seen far more than people of the same age.

Outside the battle, Bai Mo's expression became more and more relaxed, although the swordsman was strong, he still couldn't compare to Chen Xiaomo's sword, however, the twelfth cultivation of the sword had reached the middle stage of the innate stage, and in a short period of time, the absolute combat power would not be much weaker than Chen Xiaomo, and it was really shocking to fall into such a bitter battle.

Sword Cultivator in front of him, who is it, Sword Twelve was stunned, why had there never been any rumors before.

The setting sun shone on the dust, the battle situation was stormy, the situation fell into a passive sword twelve, and the internal force around the body surged out. The invisible sword qi diffused, turning into a staggered sword net, piercing towards the body of the sword cultivator. The green sword slashes the sword net, the red mist spreads, the momentum is unabated, and the sword of the pure yang conquers the world, and the power is undiminished.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaomo's expression did not change, his footsteps stepped on, the figure withdrew, and with a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to the sheath, and the sword intent was permeated, sweeping into the battle situation.

Invisible to invisible, extreme merger, the twelve swords turned back, followed the gradual progress, and deceived the body again.

With a stabbing sound, Chen Xiaomo's right shoulder was torn, and wisps of sand and dust swept through, like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood.

There was a touch of distress in Qing Li's eyes, Chen Xiaomo didn't care, the sword opened the pure yang, the sunset was red, the pure yang golden light, the swordsman couldn't stop it, his body exploded, and half of the swordsman's body was dyed red in a moment.

The sword that does not belong to the world, the extraordinary swordsman is unwilling in his eyes, he is not weaker than any swordsman, the quaint sword retracts its scabbard, and the sword drawing technique that has disappeared from the world for a long time reappears in the world.

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