The surging currents were separated by the sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, they were filled with fleeing seawater.

Dongfang Jie, who fled in front, felt something, and when he turned around, a sword stabbed out, and the light blue internal force was drumming in the sword body, and the strength was transmitted along the sea, and suddenly many unusual undersea buildings fell apart.

Countless sea tribes died.

The waters were stained red with blood.

The silence of the world is terrible.

This sword was unimaginably strong, but it was still slightly affected by the flow of water, and even the sword qi was deflected by one point, but it did not completely block that sword.

Dongfang Jie's face sank, his judgment was wrong, and his habit made him still use the sword in a strange way on land, without considering the influence of the water flow at all.

The knife slashed straight into his shoulder, but it didn't go through, straight into his shoulder blades. Li Juexian's hand had already let go of the hilt, he was like a swimming fish, he didn't even need to breathe in the water, and the spear in his left hand stabbed Dongfang Jie's wrist with the sword again.

Dongfang Jie's face changed.

Really fight for life and death to the end, the strength of him and Li Juexian is actually between Bozhong, but these days of fighting, his reality has been touched clearly by Li Juexian, and Li Juexian is still like a bottomless abyss to him, during this period of time, Li Juexian has used at least ten completely different weapons, ten completely different exercises, and the hole cards are endless.

And he only has a sword in his hand, if usually, when he mentions this matter, there is almost only pride on his face, but now, he is a little helpless.

The knife was embedded in his bones, and the wound could not heal at all, and compared to the strength of this knife, the power of the gun in Li Juexian's left hand was also extremely terrifying.

What should he do?

He could only rely on the sword in his hand.

His sword emitted a series of tremors in the air, this tremor was extremely subtle, invisible to the naked eye, and the ripples spread out a hundred zhang away before the power spread, and everything it touched, whether it was a sea tribe or a swimming fish, or a solid rock and a huge sea monster, turned into powder in an instant.

His spirit was completely poured into this sword, stabbing at Li Juexian's throat, he was confident that this sword would not pierce the air, because Li Juexian would never be able to dodge, so he could only collect his gun to defend.

But this shot is also doing his best, can Li Juexian really be able to retract and release it freely?

Li Juexian was confident that he could contain this shot, although it was extremely difficult, but he believed that he could do it, and he didn't put away the gun at all, and he didn't dodge Dongfang Jie's sword that stabbed him in the throat.

Because the sword could not pierce him at all.

He handed out a shot, which was one step ahead of Dongfang Jie, piercing his chest. Dongfang Jie's eyes burst out, he could no longer concentrate his breath, and bubbles emanated from his mouth and nose.

His vitality is incomparably strong, even such a powerful shot still didn't kill him, what really killed him was water.

The water poured into his internal organs along the wound, squeezing out all the air and internal organs in his abdominal cavity, and at this moment, even the heavenly physique was completely dead in front of tens of millions of tons of seawater.

Li Juexian Fei stepped back, glanced at the frightened Sea Clan, and snorted coldly, like a sharp arrow, it rose like the sea.

It's much faster than a fish.

......

Shangguan Yu once denied it, saying that the highest realm of swordsmanship is not the unity of man and sword, but Li Wenshuo was a little opposed, because he had now reached the realm of the unity of man and sword.

How can a swordsman live without a sword?

Can a swordsman without a sword be called a swordsman?

Li Wenshuo looked at the butcher coldly, and the aura of silence emanated from his body, making people want to retreat. Until this time, his power was still rising.

He no longer had a sword in his hand, which was strange even to him, for he remembered distinctly that Broken Tooth had fallen into the valley with him.

But until now, he still didn't feel where the broken tooth had fallen, which was incredible, could it be that the butcher's knife had completely severed his connection with the broken tooth?

Li Wenshuo thought that he still had some closed thoughts, and he was also relieved, he was now in a wonderful realm, without a sword in his hand, and without a sword in his heart, a real swordless realm.

Because he himself is the sword, the sword is himself, his fingers, his arms, every inch of his skin can be used as the edge of the sword, and his sword qi emits from the inside out.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled out his sword, and on the rivers and lakes, some swordsmen did not draw their swords easily, and they would kill people when they drew their swords, and the sword that was unsheathed without seeing blood was considered ominous.

At the same time, the butcher also felt for his own knife.

When the two of them really started fighting, no one cared about the catastrophe at all, and this deceptive array could no longer play a role.

Li Wenshuo stretched out his hand and pointed at the butcher's wrist, it was obvious that this was a sword move, because the sword qi in that hand was too strong, even the martial artists under the mountain were shocked when they saw this sword.

No one can describe the sharpness and speed of this sword, no one can imagine, and no one can dodge. Even butchers are the same.

His sword skills have been seen through by Li Wenshuo, but he has not seen through Li Wenshuo's sword moves.

Because this trick is too mediocre.

It's just fast, so fast that people can't avoid it at all.

The butcher's brows furrowed, and he didn't react until the sword cut off his wrist, how could there be such a fast swordsmanship in this world?

If there were really immortals living in the sky, they would definitely be moved by this sword.

There was no sword light, and as soon as the sword came out, the blood exploded, and even the thunder lost its color, and no one could parry and dodge.

Only the butcher knew that this seemingly simple and fast sword, in that short moment, there were at least seventy-two changes, and each change contained dozens of changes, and there were changes in small changes.

The changes were endless, and he almost struggled to calculate this sword at that moment. Otherwise, how could the fast sword alone defeat him?

In the eyes of others, this battle is neither fierce nor exciting compared to Fang Cai.

However, the real masters have all shed cold sweat, although they can't see how this sword has changed, but they know that if they want to use such a sword move, they themselves must have reached the realm of doing whatever they want.

Otherwise, if this sword is pierced, won't he have to exhaust his mind?

And looking at Li Wenshuo's appearance, this sword has no consumption at all.

The iron knife fell, caught by the butcher's left hand, and he continued to swing the knife, the look in his eyes was extremely indifferent, but faintly with a little fanaticism.

Li Wenshuo looked into his eyes and thought to himself, isn't he as indifferent and lonely as Shangguan Yu?

Can only loneliness make a person strong?

Li Wenshuo shook his head and let out a plausible sigh. He thinks that Shangguan Yu is wrong, and that loneliness is only a vain thing after all.

He stretched out his hand again, and with a flicker of his fingers, another sword stabbed the butcher's throat without heeding the knife in the butcher's left hand.

The butcher laughed, and the strength of the knife in his left hand soared, and he didn't know how many times stronger it was in an instant!

His left-handed knife is even stronger than his right-hand knife!

But the expression on Li Wenshuo's face did not change in the slightest, he had no sword in his hand, so it should have been the knife in the butcher's hand that hit him first, but he still touched the corner of the butcher's clothes first.

As a figure who also pursues the pinnacle of martial arts, how could he not temper his left hand?

His left-handed sword is also stronger than his right-handed sword, and even his truly powerful sword moves must be fully used with the help of his left hand.

Again, there are endless changes.

The butcher couldn't calculate, he couldn't see through, so he closed his eyes, didn't look, didn't count, only swung a knife, so Li Wenshuo had to accept it.

He did as he pleased, and when he did, he changed his tactics at the same time, grabbed the butcher's left wrist, and almost hit it with a single blow.

But the butcher's wrist suddenly twisted, and a strange force erupted, shaking his fingers away.

This power was extremely powerful, no matter how the sword qi between Li Wenshuo's fingers changed, it did not have the slightest effect, his fingers were shocked and numb, and they were almost instantly ineffective.

But the butcher's knife was also forced to change its tactics.

The movements of the two of them were very fast, as if they had thousands of palms and thousands of knives, and the kung fu of three or two breaths was thousands of moves.

A tyrannical thunderbolt surrounded the two.

The raging wind rose at the fingertips and the tips of the knives, scattering in all directions, and the people on the top of the mountain could not stand steadily, and the clouds above their heads began to shake.

But the two of them didn't care.

The butcher was also more serious than ever, because he lost a palm because of carelessness, and if he was careless, he might lose his life. He wasn't stupid, and for the first time in his life, he started to give it his all.

His knife was getting faster and faster, and even Li Wenshuo began to see clearly, feeling dazzled and wonderful. So he closed his eyes too.

He had no mind, closed his five senses, and should have been ignorant of the world, but every time he made a move, he still accurately blocked the butcher's attack.

He can even fight back.

Both of them closed their eyes, and under this kind of power, if the Heavenly Tribulation couldn't find them again, then they would really be blind to the heavens.

The Great Array of Deception was already crumbling, although it had not collapsed, but the thunder had bypassed the Great Array and turned to shoot between the two of them.

And those two people are also heroic, and they can't spare their hands at all, because once someone makes a move to deal with Tianlei, they will inevitably die.

It was clear that their physique was already so strong that the golden lightning hit their bodies, and they only scorched a small piece of skin on the surface, but they still couldn't block the opponent's move at all.

Looking at the two of them, a strange feeling suddenly rose in the hearts of those watching the battle.

Can martial arts really reach such a level?

Yin Huaijing stood in the air, his eyelids jumped, and the cuff of his right hand was torn to pieces, looking a little embarrassed. Just now, a golden heavenly thunder the thickness of a bucket actually hit him, although he blocked it, but a few more, even with his three hundred years of Confucian cultivation, he couldn't bear it.

He let out a low snort, and a stream of green qi rushed out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover, which was for the sake of Confucianism's righteousness, turned into a secluded Dao sword, and slashed straight at Li Wenshuo's heart.

He can't wait, if it goes on like this, their thousand-year-old hard work will be ruined, and at that time, even if the butcher can become an immortal, will he still have the spare strength to open the gate of heaven?

And is the butcher really such a kind-hearted person?

Li Wenshuo has a sword domain by his side.

Tu Linhao has a knife domain by his side.

This is their own domain, in this realm, they are the emperor, even if Zhang Yuanzhi fights with them, he must distance himself and rely on the flying sword to make a move, otherwise he will definitely lose.

At the moment, however, the two areas almost overlap.

The wisp of Haoran Qi turned into a long sword and stabbed in, and the two of them noticed it almost at the same time, and they didn't even realize who made it, so they counterattacked at the same time.

A wisp of sword qi cut off Haoran's sword, and a touch of sword light cut straight into Yin Huai's neck across hundreds of zhang.

Yin Huai never dreamed that at this time, Tu Linhao not only did not take the opportunity to attack Li Wenshuo, but also attacked him. And at this moment, the mighty qi in his body swept out, where could he recover in a short time?

He was almost desperate.

But the knife was blocked.

Lin Feng was clearly still sitting on the top of the black mountain of Tianji Mountain, and his chic posture was changed to a white-haired old man. This knife is what he blocked.

He is not good at martial arts, nor does he like martial arts, he has played chess all his life, and he has entered the Tao with chess, which can be called the chess fairy of the world.

He dropped a black and a white one.

These two sons are yin and yang.

But with a knife in the air, the black and white cracked a hole in the middle, and he also spit out a mouthful of blood and smiled helplessly.

Fortunately, the butcher didn't care about the result of this knife now, otherwise, if he was making up for it, wouldn't he be able to stop it?

After all, it takes time to prepare.

Do whatever you want, what kind of martial arts realm is this?

Wudang Mountain Little Lotus Peak.

Zhang Yuanzhi and Ulan Baatar sat cross-legged next to each other, looking at the south together. Ulan Baatle's expression is a little complicated, these days, he has read a lot of Taoist books very seriously, although he hasn't done anything, but he also has a lot of understanding of Taoism, and he probably knows that this is a very awesome sect.

He was willing to cultivate here, although he felt that he still had to return to the grassland eventually, after all, only there was his true home.

And now he has finally confirmed that whether it is realm or strength, Li Wenshuo is completely above him, which makes him have another hurdle in his heart, in Taoist words, called heart demons.

And Zhang Yuanzhi always had a faint smile on his face.

If there is anyone else in this world who has reached the realm of doing what he wants, it is him. He was able to keep up with Guan Yu in the past, and he relied on his real strength.

If he wasn't strong, how could Shangguan Yu always look for him to try his sword?

Zhang Yuanzhi admired Shangguan Yu very much, but at the same time, he didn't agree with Shangguan Yu's point of view, he just kept losing in fights with him, and he didn't even have much confidence to speak.

Now that he saw that Shangguan Yu's own apprentice had embarked on a different path, he had even reached this realm, and maybe he would be stronger in the future, he was actually very happy.

When people are old, they always like some young people who are capable and energetic, whether it is a butcher or Li Wenshuo, Zhang Yuanzhi thinks they are very good, he is an outsider.

So he is not ready to make a move in this battle.

......

The sky is getting darker and darker, and unconsciously, the stomachs of the people watching the battle began to grow, but no one had the heart to eat at all, this kind of coercion from the sky, even mortals who don't know martial arts can feel it clearly, and they hide in the room and shiver in fear.

The big man in the small courtyard was very unhappy, he didn't know Li Wenshuo, nor did he know any butchers who killed pigs, he only knew that his wife and children were scared, so he felt that these two living immortals who were fighting were not very good, why didn't the sword fairy boss come to clean them up, the sword fairy was so powerful, he would definitely be able to beat them all down at once.

He had heard of the Sword Immortal, but he didn't know that the Sword Immortal was Li Wenshuo, the young man who had lived in his courtyard before.

He was also very scared, his legs were weak and he almost knelt on the ground, but he felt that he was a man, a man, although he had never read a book or practiced martial arts, he was just a farmer.

But he finally knew that the man had gold under his knees.

So he didn't kneel, he looked up at the sky, the raging wind blew so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, the hideous lightning illuminated the dim sky and the snow, and the heavy rain fell, wetting his clothes and running down the hair on his forehead, and he didn't care.

All he knew was that if this year's crop went on like this, he would stop thinking about what would be good for it, and that would be the real big thing.

So he turned to God and shouted, "Stop fighting." ”