In the darkness of the night, the soft sword groans, the iron fist is fierce, and the kick is elegant.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhijing, the white-robed son, did not fall down at all at this time, and the long sword burning with blood flames in front of him approached rapidly, and the sharp sword body cut through the air, tearing apart the curtain formed by the air.

The pupils in Zhao Zhijing's eyes shrank slightly, and he said: "Cold-blooded, you are really good, the nameless swordsmanship created by your hand has surpassed the predecessors of many corpses in the rivers and lakes, and it can be said that it is self-opening." In this ruthless swordsmanship, all defenses are abandoned, and only for attack. With the artistic conception of a wolf, a deep attack is the charm of the best defense, which can be described as a wolf sword!"

The long sword in his hand did not slow down by half a minute, it was still as fast, but at this time, Mai's cold blood still spoke: "Thank you for your name, please take my sword!"

The blood-colored long sword kept approaching, and the Purple Emperor Sword on Zhao Zhijing's waist shook uneasily in the scabbard, letting out a long groan, as if he couldn't help but shoot out of the scabbard.

"Okay, please take my sword too!" Zhao Zhijing smiled, and his voice fell. The long sword had already ignited with purple aura, and the Purple Emperor Sword was already in his hand, only to see its sword shadows flying, and a natural sword was across the sky, pointing straight at the blood-colored sword tip, and it suddenly clanged.

The long sword stood up in the air, like a pillar of heaven, swinging in the air, and the purple sword shadow suddenly spread, like a peacock opening the screen.

Thirty-six sword shadows appeared in the sky, and the purple light swayed, like thirty-six stars in the sky.

The wolf pupils in the cold-blooded eyes shrank suddenly, the blood-colored brilliance flickered between the pupils, the long sword stabbed out, without the slightest defense, a hideous wolf head appeared in the air, and the hideous long teeth were sharp sword tips.

The stars swayed, thirty-six sword shadows swept out of the sky, and the sword qi flew in the air, and the long sword in the cold-blooded hand let out a long groan like a wolf's howl, and the hideous wolf head had arrived in an instant. The sword qi is flying, the wolf's head is towering, the purple lightning is in the sky, and the blood flame is swaying.

"Ding-dong!" The long sword stabbed out one after another, and the Purple Emperor Sword and the nameless long sword in the cold-blooded hand collided dozens of times, hundreds of times, or hundreds of times at this moment, making people unable to remember clearly.

Only the crisp long groan, which fell into everyone's ears without falling, was greeted by the long marks left by the sword qi, and the beautiful bluestone and blue bricks were torn to shreds at this moment, leaving only the fluttering powder and the sword qi that exuded edge.

Zhao Zhijing slashed out with a sword, and suddenly the starry sky swayed, and a round of purple sun appeared in the air, falling from the sky, the air waves surged, the sand and soil flew, and in the cold-blooded eyes, it seemed that there was a world pressing on him, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness ignited from his heart, and there was a bitterness in his heart.

But he has never been a person who accepts his fate, the four-foot soft sword in his hand has become extraordinarily straight, and he does not hesitate to slash out at the Ziyang falling in the air with a sword holding the long sword.

The two swords touched each other, silently. At this time, the cold-blooded feet wearing black boots standing on the ground had been buried deep in the soil, and a huge force came from the long sword in his hand, which continuously pressed down his straight body, and there were bursts of stinging pain in his chest, and there were bright red blood stains at the corners of his mouth that were constantly flowing, and crystal blood beads were dripping from the air, splashing crystal blood flowers on the ground.

At this moment, the pupils in the eyes of the iron hand and the chasing person who were a zhang away contracted involuntarily, and a touch of bitterness appeared in their hearts. The figure flashed like a bolt of lightning piercing through the darkness, and it had already come to Zhao Zhijing's side.

The body is like an iron tower, the fist is like a meteor, the iron hand with a resolute face does not hesitate, the iron fist has been smashed from the air, and the strength is ten thousand, breaking the void.

Chasing life kicked out, the air vibrate, the air waves oscillated, the long legs stretched out were like the thighs of a giant beast, as if they were going to crush the mountains and rivers, which could make the mountains and rivers in the world collapse and change the rivers to the ordinary, which is the condensation of power and the charm of power.

Zhao Zhijing's long sword was still pressed on top of the cold-blooded soft sword, and with a flick of his free hand, a purple sword qi gushed out, like a purple long river, and the water waves gushed out, sweeping the world.

The iron fist is in the air, and the huge force is suddenly born, like the stars falling, falling from the sky. Suddenly, the galaxy collapsed, and the long river of sword qi was destroyed by the iron hand at this moment, and the surging sword qi suddenly scattered in all directions, but the iron hand that came from the sky was also blocked by Zhao Zhijing's snap of his fingers.

But that touch of cyan has already come to the eyes, like a breeze chasing life, and the kick is about to fall on Zhao Zhijing's body. The corners of Zhao Zhijing's slightly curled mouth did not change in the slightest, and such a scene still did not make him feel a trace of fear and unease.

On the face = with a smile, turn around and draw the sword, the sword aura blooms with sparks, adding a touch of light to this dark alley. Zhao Zhijing slashed out with a sword from the bottom up, and a sword qi like a crescent moon appeared in the sky, like an evil Jiao soaring from a deep pool. Although it is not a real dragon, it is a little more ruthless than a real dragon.

The figure is still in the air, Zhao Zhijing is only at hand, but the rising sword qi is only at hand, if the pursuit is still kicked towards Zhao Zhijing's body, then he will be torn apart by this fierce sword qi.

But at this time, there was not the slightest hesitation on his face, he believed in his brother, the cold-blooded man whose feet were still buried in the ground, he would not fall in the case of Zhao Zhijing's sword turning into a purple sun, he was so strong and would never give up.

The blue light was shining, the electric light was swaying, and the pursuit at this time was like a spinning arrow, stabbing straight towards Zhao Zhijing's chest, and the cold-blooded sword with his feet still on the ground slashed out, and the blood-colored sword qi spread out in an instant, the sword wolf roared, the sword roared, and the two fought each other, the claws were fierce, and the fangs were torn.

Zhao Zhijing turned his hand into a palm, like a canopy of heaven, and pressed down with one palm, as if a purple sky was falling down in the eyes of chasing life, and the heavy sky was pressing towards him, and a feeling of powerlessness germinated in his heart.

"Boom!" thundered into the ears, and the alley fell into unprecedented darkness at this moment, and even the moonlight in the sky was extremely weak at this moment, and there was no way to fall into it.

When the thunder faded, there was a bright light in the darkness again, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand pointed obliquely at the earth, there was a blood bead shining on the tip of the sharp sword, and his white clothes were still without the slightest stain, and they would be as elegant as before.

Looking at the other three again, the cold-blooded feet had already been pulled out of the mound, and the sackcloth on his body had cracks torn by sword qi, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth made him extremely embarrassed now.

Iron tower-like iron hands, black clothes are still on the body, the finger prints on the fists have become illusory, as if they will disappear in the next moment, a trace of blood on the corner of the mouth is still so conspicuous, a tiny cut in the chest is cut by the long sword, not a drop of blood flows out, just a dazzling red dot on the bronze skin.

And the chic pursuit of life, the whole body is intact, but the slender hair was cut off a little by Zhao Zhijing's sword, and it was still fluttering in the air at this time.