"Poof!"

The wind blew, the leaves drifted by, and a faint sound sounded.

"Woo Woo ......"

After the sound, it did not stop, but one after another, and I saw that those leaves seemed to have fallen into some forbidden place, and as if they had touched some invisible barrier, they were cut into countless tiny pieces in an instant, as if hundreds of thousands of swords had been cut in an instant.

Many disciples of the Mo family were watching this scene in the dark, looking at the four people who seemed to be independent of the world, standing as if they were stone sculptures, as if they had even stopped breathing, and no one dared to go up to attack or disturb them.

On the ground, there were a few crippled birds, and this was the fate of the four of them.

"Zheng, Zheng......"

Yes, there were only a few different sword sounds, sometimes rapid like a storm, sometimes slow, sometimes sharp, sometimes thick, competing with each other.

Their eyes seemed to be frozen, silent.

"Whew!"

I saw that around Liu Baiyi, countless sword marks suddenly appeared on the ground out of thin air, horizontal and vertical, without a trace of regularity, forming ravines, grass was cut off, and stones were cut off.

The extremely oppressive qi mixed with each other's killing intent to form a wind that seemed to be nothing.

It turned out that it was the wind that blew, and a ravine was formed on the ground, an invisible wind, but at the moment it felt qualitative, like an invisible sword, and they were fighting for the belonging of this sword.

The wind was faint as a breeze at first, and then intensified, as if two invisible forces were constantly fueling the waves.

Time passed slowly, sunrise, noon, twilight, then the stars, and then to sunrise, the four of them never moved from beginning to end, and the dew wet the clothes and hair of several people.

"Click......

The wind gradually extinguished, stopped, at this moment, everything seemed to be condensed like an abyss, and the extremely suppressed breath seemed to be about to explode, at this moment, a drop of dew rolled down the leaves, the leaves shook slightly, and the dewdrops, before they landed, had melted into mist, and from this sound, the war began.

At the same time, there were even more changes in several people, the black robe on Wei Zhuang's right shoulder suddenly cracked a sword mark, Gai Nie's cheek cracked a sword wound, and the Mo family giant's hat was suddenly split in half, and the incision was neat and gentle.

As for Liu Baiyi, a strand of hair fell in front of him and fell to the ground.

Everything happened almost instantly, and then, the four people in the field disappeared in place almost at the same time, and the sound of sword blades clashing in the air was heard for a moment.

Whining......

Liu Baiyi's face was as cold as ice that would not melt for ten thousand years, and with the sad and urgent Xiao sound of murderous intent outside the field, the autumn water cold in his hand instantly split into two.

Everything seems to have been planned for a long time, by these three top swordsmen in the world to fight with them, and then by the side of Xiao Sheng, to disturb their actions with the method of sound killing, in order to kill.

In such a battle, I am afraid that there are only a few people who can win the battle, and I am afraid that no one in the world can not change color.

However, Liu Baiyi did not.

As soon as the internal force of the body is caged, it seems that there is an extra breath of gray gas all over the body, even the hair is the same, that is the change of his internal force after the operation to the extreme, everything is condensing and dying everywhere he passes, the ice is cold, it is cold, what about the gray ice?

No one had seen it, but they had seen it today, and the gray ice, with the meaning of death, was like a gray ghost, and this ghost shadow had two cyan fangs.

In their suddenly constricted pupils, Liu Baiyi used the Xie Clan's swordsmanship with both hands, as well as the thirteen swords, fourteen swords, and even fifteen swords.

The sword that was driven by his internal force, even the Xie clan's swordsmanship, which was like a brilliant day, had turned into a sword of death at this moment.

The sky is full of sword shadows, every move, every momentum is different.

Everything around is slowly dissipating, the trunks of the trees are foaming, and the bluestones are turning into powder.

The person who watched from a distance and couldn't dodge instantly became shriveled and flesh all over his body, and then like air-dried rotten wood, and finally shattered into pieces, leaving only the gray and withered eyes still growing in horror.

The fifteen swords of life, Yan Thirteen realized, and Liu Baiyi, who taught him swordsmanship, has also understood, or rather, the thirteen swords of life, which was originally created on the basis of his swordsmanship, and now Liu Baiyi has made it, and it is suddenly like a god of death transiting.

The sky was full of dead air, spreading out with Liu Baiyi as the center.

Everything is dying.

His eyes were even more covered with a layer of gray gas, almost spurting out, and the cold depths were extremely arrogant.

Sword shadow, sword shadow, still sword shadow, time seemed to stop, only to see countless sword shadows in the sky, enveloping the three of them.

"Hoo ......"

There was no such astonishing momentum, but everywhere in this qi machine, everything seemed to turn into sand, just like an oasis turned into a desert in an instant.

The three opponents in Liu Baiyi trembled in their hearts, and they had already huddled together, defending with the Mo family giant, and attacking the two of them.

The momentum of the three of them blended with each other, and they immediately met the sword shadow in the sky.

Every sword, every sword shadow seems to be real, like hundreds of people stabbing at the same time, this is the ultimate speed.

"Puff puff ......"

The air is exploding, and it seems to be whimpering, in this extreme collision and confrontation.

"Get out!"

With a violent roar, Liu Baiyi instantly shattered the disturbing sound that felt annoying, this kind of battle was like drinking mellow wine to him, and his originally calm and cold face suddenly became hideous.

It wasn't until a muffled snort of injury came from a distance that he slowly calmed down again.

Despite this, his figure did not stop, the four of them were separated from each other, and the sword light was only like countless fleeting meteors, coming and going with each other non-stop.

Actually blocked?

Liu Baiyi looked at the sword in the hand of the Mo family giant, the ink eyebrows, the dark and simple sword, there was no edge, but the sword qi that was conjured blocked his sword in the sky, and the water could not splash in.

And the other two, at this moment, the sword light criss-crossed like a sword net.

One is like the sea of storms and waves, and the other is like a rock that is not moving like a mountain.

At this moment, the battlefield has turned into a dead ground with no life.

Liu Baiyi's eyes did not move, and the terrifying sword intent in the sky disappeared at some point, not dispersed, but restrained in his sword and body.

Qiu Shui Han lost his original color, the sword body was filled with gray gas, and Liu Baiyi's eyes were even more gray as if they had turned into night, that is, his hair was now like gray gas.

The body was like a dragon and a ghost, and the two swords suddenly attacked again, scattering the sword net.

With a twist of his hands, the life-killing thirteen swords were turned into a positive and a negative by him, and he turned it backwards.

The crazy man, the sword of the madman, the delusional heart, at this moment, the real and real are revealed in front of everyone's eyes, and everything is silent.