Ye Shenglan was the first to make a move, although she was handsome, the sword in her hand was majestic when she was handed forward, and she vaguely had a kind of self-respecting momentum.

The speed of the sword is not very fast, but it has a suffocating aura, and everyone who is in front of the sword subconsciously gets out of the way.

Just made a sword, and in the hearts of everyone, he was no longer a young disciple of Youlin Jiantang who was as famous as the three peers in the southeast.

Although he looked at Li Wenshuo's previous sword, he also looked awe-inspiring, thinking to himself that if it was against him, it was estimated that there would be no difference from the end of the green dragon.

But he was very happy and not discouraged.

Because he knew that even if it was Li Wenshuo, it was a coincidence to use that sword, and it was basically impossible to have another sword.

But the opponent is already qualified enough to be his opponent.

This sword maple forest is late, and when he has suppressed it for a few days and reached the peak of his sword power with a sheath, he finally stabbed a sword that he himself couldn't help but admire.

The sword qi slashed all the way to the top of the mountain, and Ye Shenglan followed closely behind, becoming more and more powerful.

Li Wenshuo also admires this sword very much, if he usually fights, he will definitely let the sword strength of this sword reach the strongest, and then take the sword, but at this time he did not do so.

Although he was confident that he would still win, and that he would win with great momentum, if he did so, he would undoubtedly die of exhaustion in this place in the face of such a large number of enemies.

When any swordsman learns how to compete with others, he learns how to find out the flaws of the enemy, so as to target infinitely, take advantage of the subtleties, and kill with the last sword.

As for the sword intent of Zhengda Guangming's competition, it was all after the prevalence of martial arts, there were some unwritten rules on the rivers and lakes.

But it's not a competition right now.

Yes to Ye Shenglan, but not to Li Wenshuo.

He didn't want to die of exhaustion in a place like this.

When Ye Shenglan had just taken the fifth step, he took out his sword.

This sword is different from the sword that killed the green dragon before, it is both fast and strong, like a streamer, just a blink of an eye, it was still on the top of the mountain before, and suddenly it came to the bottom of the mountain.

Deftly bypassed Tang Biyun's side, the whistling sword wind lifted the girl's skirt, and went down the mountain mischievously, the sword intent was as clear as the mountain breeze.

Ye Shenglan was stunned, this sword had already arrived in front of him, and unlike the fierce sword fight he imagined, this sword cut off his right hand holding the sword in just an instant, and then left happily.

is like a villain who has taken advantage of the market, without a trace of beauty.

The right hand and the Qingling Sword fell into the leaves together, and blood continued to gush out from the broken wrist, Ye Shenglan didn't seem to have reacted, looking down at the iron sword on the ground in a daze, unaware of the injuries on the hand.

From a genius with a sword to falling into the dust, it was just a matter of moments.

Then Li Wenshuo no longer looked at him, and the rest of the people stopped looking at him, and even Xuanwu, who had high hopes for him before, also pulled out his sword at this moment and concentrated on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

The position of the sword in chopping and fighting has always been above the sword.

And Xuanwu's knife was swung out when Li Wenshuo took out his sword to deal with Ye Shenglan, no matter how fast Li Wenshuo's flying sword was, it was too late to return to his hand before the knife fell.

But Li Wenshuo didn't care, he didn't even recall the broken teeth at all, and in the face of the oncoming tricky knife, he chose to turn a blind eye.

didn't even look at the knife, and swung his fist into Xuanwu's face.

Before the fist arrived, the whistling wind crossed the heavy body protection qi, and the blowing Xuanwu face was painful.

Xuanwu's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to test the strength of Li Wenshuo's fist with his head, the angle of this knife was on Li Wenshuo's shoulder, not to mention whether he could kill Li Wenshuo, even if he cut off one of his arms, he would probably be hit in the head by this punch.

With a muffled snort, he instantly retracted his knife and blocked it in front of him.

Peng!

Xuanwu's intuition infused with a large amount of internal force shook his arms, and his throat was sweet, and he almost lost consciousness.

Looking at the iron knife in front of him, the blade slashed at Li Wenshuo's fist, and there was no blood splashing on the fist, but his own black gold treasure knife broke out.

The feeling was not like slashing at the human body, but like a kitchen knife slashing at an iron bar, which made him dumbfounded.

At the same time, broken teeth weaved through the crowd.

As Li Wenshuo said, after crossing the line in the southeast, he just took a step, and he was pierced by this sword.

Before the three of them could react, they died under Li Wenshuo's sword almost at the same time.

And Li Wenshuo's face was just white for a moment, and with a breath, he regained his ruddy appearance and his complexion was as usual.

There is no way, the flying sword technique is already domineering and unreasonable, even in the same realm, it is dangerous and abnormal after the confrontation.

This method is used to deal with the martial artists in the upper realm of Xianfeng, and the three southeastern peers, who are famous for their joint attack techniques, have almost no power to resist.

At this moment, hidden in the crowd, the strong masters from all sects and sects are no longer hiding their figures, they have come here thousands of miles away, but they are not here to see the excitement.

Qi Qi shot out, wanting to lock the flying sword that shuttled unscrupulously in the crowd and killed more than a dozen people in a short period of time.

But at this time, the flying sword was in Li Wenshuo's hand again, and it stabbed out again and again at Xuanwu, who was on the defensive.

Although his name is Xuanwu, in fact, he is not good at defense, but his sword skills are calm and abnormal, and in the face of Li Wenshuo's attack at this moment, he can only barely protect his head and face, and retreat again and again, embarrassed.

Seeing this, two gray-haired old men rushed up instantly, and one of them threw a punch and smashed it into Li Wenshuo's back.

Although he is skinny and looks old, just one move reveals the momentum of a grandmaster, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

But Li Wenshuo didn't even turn around, he raised the broken tooth in his hand, and there was a bright red blood mark on the finger holding the sword.

Originally, the black gold treasure knife was just a defense, and it couldn't hurt him at all with its own sharpness, but his strength was too great and hurt himself.

A sword slashed down, without the slightest trick skills, but the previous countless sword moves, but the Xuanwu who guided it seemed to take the initiative to meet this sword, taking advantage of the situation, the so-called return to the basics of swordsmanship is this truth.

Xuanwu also knows this truth, as long as the cultivation reaches the Xuantho realm, no one will not know, and will not use the power to deal with the enemy.

But knowing is useless, it can't change his current situation.

He still needs to resist Li Wenshuo's sword head-on.

The fists of the two old men fell on Li Wenshuo's back, although he was already old and weak, and his qi and blood were decaying, but his internal strength was accumulated over the years, and he could also be called strong in the ordinary Xuanche initial realm.

Even if he is a strong man at the peak of Xuanche, except for those ascetics who have tempered their bodies to this level in Buddhism, they believe that they do not dare to use their bodies to take these two punches.

The majestic power was imprinted on Li Wenshuo's back, shaking his robe, and in an instant, the clothes on his back were torn apart by the surging energy, revealing a back that was as smooth as jade and had knotted muscles.

didn't use the void force to dodge, these two punches were really hit, but the faces of the two old men were not good-looking.

They could feel that after the power entered Li Wenshuo's body, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving only two slightly red and swollen fist marks on the skin, and there was no trace of it.

Xuanwu has great hopes for the fists of these two old men, even if he can't hit Li Wenshuo hard, I believe that at least he can help himself get out of the current predicament, and when everyone behind him attacks the mountain together, what person who crosses the line dies, it's all a joke, if you are not invulnerable, everyone can kill you with a knife.

But when the fist slammed up, Li Wenshuo's face only turned pale for a moment, but he didn't react again, and even with the sword that fell from the sky, he didn't tremble in the slightest.

The strongest fist Li Wenshuo has ever encountered in his life is Li Juexian's, and he was unfortunately hit by that fist a few times, and he was lucky not to be stoned to death, but only suffered some injuries.

Since then, he has seen that the person in this world who can smash him to death with one punch must at least be a figure like the uninjured Li Juexian.

Broken Tooth is the only heavy sword in this world, and any swordsmith who sees such a sword will only shake his head and sigh violently.

Because the sword is a one-handed weapon, compared with the sword, the only advantage is dexterity, so even among the thousands of swordsmen in the Central Plains, the way of the heavy sword is considered to be on the side.

What's more, with a sword like Broken Tooth, there is no one who can use him at all.

Even the mountain-breaking sword on Song Qi's back, known as the first heavy sword in the world, only weighs seventeen catties and six taels, and in terms of weight alone, it is completely incomparable with broken teeth.

A sword light came from top to bottom, and after a while, the sound of breaking wind came from a distance, like a clear spring in the mountains hitting the rocks, pleasant to the ear.

The corners of Xuanwu's mouth were bleeding, his knees were on the ground, he had already sunk into the ground, and the crack in the thickness of his arm centered on him, spreading out in all directions, and his arms were in severe pain, but he still held a long knife high above his head.

Looking at the scene overhead, I was horrified.

The violent giant sword entered the knife and almost cut off this treasure sword!