readx;?“ Ordinary people practice swords, which is directly a trick, and the pursuit is that the stronger the better. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"And the real sword cultivator starts from the most basic step. Some people have even been immersed in the action of drawing a sword for decades. "And Sword Twelve is such a person.

Sword Twelve smiled, but revealed a piercing aura, only to see that he held the sword body with his left hand, but slowly grasped the hilt of the ancient long sword with his right hand.

Chen Xiaomo looked at the swordsman in front of him, and felt that the swordsman itself was becoming more and more powerful, like an unborn sword, cutting through the world when it came out. Chen Xiaomo stared, not daring to relax at all.

Qing Li looked at the two people who were still and was very puzzled, but when she saw Jian Twelve's right hand on the hilt, she felt a sharp wind sound, but she didn't see Jian Twelve draw her sword, but let go of her hand.

"What do you mean?"

Qing Li scratched his head, puzzled.

"Huh. ”

"Look at Xiao Mo. Bai Mo said

Sword Twelve was stunned, stuck the scabbard of the ancient long sword on the ground, and then looked at the sword cultivation in front of him.

"What's going on? ”

Qing Li frowned, this guy is really, I thought I was going to make a big move?

As soon as this thought was finished, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with Chen Xiaomo's state, Qing Li looked down, his face suddenly became very gloomy, Chen Xiaomo didn't know when there was an extra wound from his arm to his face.

Chen Xiaomo let the red blood stain his robe, and the hand holding the sword was blocked in front of him at some point, he blocked the sword just now, but he didn't see the figure of the sword clearly, and he didn't even see the sword light, the sword was infused with all the sword intent of the sword twelve, although it blocked the sword body, but the sword intent still added a wound to him.

"What's the name of this move?"

Sword Twelve looked at the sword in his hand, lowered his head, and did not answer immediately, the blood on the sword slid down, blooming blood flowers on the ground.

"I really didn't expect you to dodge this sword, I practiced this sword for more than ten years to reach such a state, but I didn't expect to be blocked by you.

You are a qualified swordsman, I acknowledge your existence on behalf of the Sword Hall, about the assassination of you, our Sword Hall will not withdraw, although I am defeated, but I am only twelve, there are eleven swordsmen in front of me, then you have to be careful of them. ”

When Chen Xiaomo heard this, he was stunned, "Actually, I didn't block your sword, but I just blocked it due to instinct." ”

Jian Twelve smiled slightly, Chen Xiaomo looked at the swordsman in front of him, he was still quite handsome when he smiled. The battle between the swordsmen came to an end. Chen Xiaomo didn't stop the swordsman and killed him, maybe it was hypocrisy, maybe it was the sympathy between the swordsmen.

Qing Li was reluctant, as a disciple of a dignified sect, he was treated like this by a martial artist, and he also injured Xiao Mo, which was unforgivable.

Qing Li glanced at Bai Mo, Bai Mo smiled bitterly, and calmed the white clothes that were a little chaotic due to the battle, "I'm sorry, swordsman." Chen Xiaomo took the green sword back into the scabbard, he saw Qing Li's movements, he didn't stop it, and there was no need to stop it.

Seeing this, Sword Twelve lifted the scabbard and stood up, and suddenly, the cold light in the courtyard of the Falling Dust Pavilion that had turned into scorched earth illuminated, and the sword intent rose from the beginning, refining the heaven and earth. Not far away, seeing Jian Twelve make a move, a figure walked out of thin air and appeared in front of Qing Li. "Bai Mo, you stop him," Qing Li said. "En" Bai Mo nodded, looking at the swordsman who would not escape, his right hand waved, the spell streamer, Qing Li was behind, he dared to fight ten thousand enemies. Qing Li stood behind the former, tugging at his sleeves with both hands, his little face more excited than nervous.

The battle interrupted by Chen Xiaomo continued to start, Chen Xiaomo looked at the sky in distraction, and he had a feeling that this matter was not over yet.

Reproducing the sword blade, the sword light was pressing, and the sword twelve battle intent that turned around was awe-inspiring, and the figure passed by in an instant, extremely fast speed, and then started the battle. With a sonorous sound, the spell and the sword condensed into a solid merged together, and the aftermath was agitated, one sword passed, and one sword followed, attacking and defending tacitly, without any flaws.

In the staggered battle, the extraordinary sword twelve sword blades danced like autumn rain falling, endlessly, which made people marvel. The white foam is like a fairy making trouble, and the spell that destroys the world reappears in the world, stunning the world. However, the swordsman in front of him, not moving like a mountain, his body is like a sword, horizontal, swinging, splitting, stabbing, the simplest moves, blocking the edge of the white foam of the immortal descending into the world. In the blink of an eye, the sword twelve, who seemed to have the upper hand, failed to take a step forward, three feet in front of Bai Mo, it was the heavenly gully, and Qingli behind him was the forbidden area. Outside the courtyard, Qingli saw that the two of them were extraordinary, just like a Hollywood blockbuster, and the scene was broadcast. Sword Twelve struck, and the white foam moved, and a vast and majestic spell turned into a palm and met it.

The swords and palms collided, the wind and clouds were frenzied, the ice and fire clashed violently, and the heavens and the earth constantly changed color in the collision of air waves. The two foundation-building powerhouses started a war, and the battle situation immediately fell into incandescent waves, raging waves, and endless agitation. For a while, the entire Falling Dust Pavilion shone into the sky, and strange runes manifested one after another, and the powerful power of the formation continued to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and it was actually forcibly protected this area in the great battle. "Huh?" The moment the formation opened, Bai Mo and Sword Twelve felt their bodies sinking, and an indescribable oppressive force attacked from all directions, and the figure's actions were suddenly restrained. Is this the means by which the Qingyun Sword Sect is stationed?

Bai Mo's brows furrowed, and the tower-like magic weapon around his body turned sharply, turning into a streamer and crashing into the person in front of him. The immortal family's means, Sword Twelve did not dare to be careless, raised his sword to condense the sword qi, and blocked the pagoda with all his might.

There was a sharp earthquake, and the pagoda shook the sword qi, and the strange pagoda was not affected by the sword light, and it slammed straight into the chest of the former. With a muffled snort, Jian Twelve took a few steps back and was injured first. "Good immortal means" The battle situation lost momentum, Sword Twelve drank in condensation, the surrounding streamers jumped, and the sword drawing technique came to the world again, endless spell storms, and violent roars.

In a fleeting light, the twelve swords held the sword in their hands, and the powerful sword qi erupted, shocking the mountains and rivers. Bai Mo condensed, the moment the sword moved, the pagoda coiled up, and the cold air stirred, protecting Bai Mo. But when he heard an earth-shattering earthquake, the aftermath swept in all directions, and the pagoda was affected by the unequaled swordsmanship, and it broke the move for the first time, and it was forced to die for a moment, but it was blocked by the strange shield and could not go further.

"There are really a lot of turtle shells" Sword Twelve sneered, his internal force focused on his arms, and he drew his sword technique and slashed, and the irresistible force slammed the small shield. The aftermath added, the white foam withdrew three steps, and the pagoda returned, coiling and turning, and the frost was scattered.

But he didn't have time to resist this sword, Qing Li turned around, trying to block in front of Bai Mo, Chen Xiaomo raised his hand, the scorching sun first opened, the sky and the earth changed color, and "ding" Chen Xiaomo's pure yang sword qi. was cut off, and the sword qi slashed on the pagoda, leaving an inch gap, and Bai Mo watched his ink hair being broken by the sword qi.

The blood stained the collar of the white coat red, and the white foam was still not completely blocked, but it was not bad, after all, he didn't need to use many methods.

Sword Twelve is gone, and this time no one stops.

At this time, a carriage slowly entered the Chu capital.