The figures flickered, sparks flew, and the figures of Zhao Zhijing and Liu Qing were staggered, as if an invisible force connected the two of them tightly. But this is not forever, and the next moment the Purple Emperor Sword flew out with a long groan. Like a long dragon groan, it resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the dragon galloped, roaring loudly, and its scales and claws tore through the void.

The nameless black knife in Liu Qing's hand did not fall at all at this moment, and a terrible knife roar sounded, like an evil dragon spiraling from the Nine Secluded Origins, a huge figure as black as ink, it was the color of the abyss, there was no light in sight, there was no trace of light, there was only a darkness that devoured everything, a darkness that made people despair.

"Bell!" the purple sword dragon groaned, and the black knife roared fiercely. Two figures, one black and one white, separated from it. A huge force appeared out of thin air, and the two of them were quickly pushed backwards by this huge force.

Zhao Zhijing's figure flashed, the long sword stabbed heavily on the ground, the three-foot-long sword body was directly submerged in the soil, and there was no trace of the sword body in sight, only the quaint sword handle was still exposed outside the soil. Zhao Zhijing, who was holding the hilt of the Purple Emperor Sword, couldn't help but retreat, and the Purple Emperor Sword tore a deep hole in the ground, like a portal to hell.

The black figure kept flying, and Liu Qing, whose eyes were like tiger eyes, suddenly had a solemn look on his face, and the long black long knife slashed heavily on the ground, but the black figure was still retreating, and the black knife body was dragged back by the figure, and the sharp blade cut through the sand and stone, splashing sparks.

Zhao Zhijing, who stopped his figure, showed a smile on his face. A real opponent is rare, and it is an honor and a test to have such an opponent.

The white figure stood in the forest, and the breeze rustled the leaves, playing a different tune. The white robe on Zhao Zhijing's body kept swaying, like a flag flying in the wind. In those eyes that are like deep pools, Jingguang Dao Dao is like a sharp sword, it is not eyes, nor is it a deep pool, but a pair of sword pools.

The aura of slaughter continued to rise, and the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand let out a long groan. Like a giant dragon rising from a deep pool, it let out a long roar announcing its existence. The purple sword light flickered, and the slender sword sound swept across the ground, rolling up pieces of fallen leaves that had already withered and yellowed, and the long sword with purple aura rising was drawn out of the air, and a leaf ball composed of fallen leaves flew out of thin air.

It wasn't an ordinary leaf ball, it was a sphere condensed by leaves and sword qi, and the leaves were all sharp sword tips, tearing apart the end of the air one by one, and letting out a long roar.

Liu Qing, who was dressed in a black robe, clenched the long knife, and the nameless black knife let out a terrible howl out of thin air, and the piercing sound was like a demon from hell screaming. The sharp qi in the breeze kept coming, and Liu Qing's black robe suddenly puffed up like a blown balloon, and the black long knife slashed out out of thin air, the knife aura was permeated, and the Dao Dao knife shadow came into the air.

The momentum of gathering crowds, gathering less into more, the sword shadow in the air converged into a huge sword shadow in the air. The huge shadow of the sword tore through the sky, carrying the huge power from top to bottom, rolling up waves of Dao Qi, like a huge mountain and river falling, unstoppable.

The leaf ball rotated, and the Dao sword qi was permeated, and the leaves that condensed the sword qi were a few points harder than ordinary fine iron at this time, like a giant dragon spitting out beads and tearing through the sky.

The huge black sword shadow, the spinning sword qi leaf ball, one is like a black demon dragon, exuding boundless evil aura, and the other is a sword qi giant ball swaying Dao sword qi, like a dragon ball of a real dragon. At this moment, the two staged a drama of a dragon chasing the dragon balls.

However, all this is not as happy as the dragon chasing its own dragon ball, this is a battle of life and death, the dragon roars, swallowing huge power, like an abyss, as if to swallow everything in front of him into the belly, the sword qi flying out of the dragon ball, can cut gold and jade, slash on the black ink dragon, sword qi sparks.

The huge sword shadow let out a deafening roar, like a sharp fang on the mouth of the abyss, about to tear everything in the world apart, and the huge leaf ball kept shrinking, as if it was about to condense into a point, a starting point, full of vitality.

, The elephant is invisible, at this moment, as if opening up the world, the huge sword shadow of the fangs is deeply submerged into the leaf ball, and the leaves full of sword qi are also stabbed on the huge sword shadow.

"Boom!" like the sound of thunder came quickly, at this moment the two contracted rapidly in the air, the power kept squeezing in, and the next moment a huge force erupted from the inside, like a bomb bursting out, a huge force attacked out of thin air, a black and a white two figures, flying out of the air after the tile, one by one air waves tore through the sky, a small tree with the thickness of the bowl mouth, the waist was broken, and the grass that grew on the ground was pulled up by the air waves, flying in the air.

The white figure was still in the air, Zhao Zhijing stepped heavily on a waist-thick giant tree, leaving a deep footprint, the figure flew out, the purple long sword stabbed out quickly, tearing apart the Qi curtain, and a sword lotus appeared in the air.

It was a lotus flower shining with purple brilliance, beautiful with great danger, like the top of Mount Tai, falling from the sky, and the green leaves and treetops that approached were torn apart by the sword qi in an instant, turning into dust and floating in the air.

The figure has fallen to the ground Liu Qing, the black robe has already encountered cracks, that is the image after the strength of the tearing, the black nameless long knife, the smell of blood is particularly strong at this moment, I saw it from the bottom to the top, a black crescent slowly rose, the cold breath permeated time and space at this moment, as if to freeze all this.

The black crescent moon and the purple sword lotus collided in the air, stirring up the sound of gold and iron, and the beautiful lotus flower spread out at this moment, and the black crescent moon was also covered with cracks like a crystal at this moment, and the next moment there was a stabbing sound, and the crystal-like crescent moon turned into pieces and flew out.

Purple petals flew out of the air, like flying swords spit out of the mouth of a sword immortal, flying out of thin air, tearing the Dao Dao aura curtain, and the branches with the thickness of the arm fell from the trunk one after another, and the sword holes that penetrated the waist-thick giant wood remained on the trunk, revealing the edge of the sword.

When it fell on the rocks and soil, it was like a red-hot knife cutting cream, and the rocks that had experienced many winds and rains were torn, and the soil covered with grass and trees cracked at this moment, like scars, exuding the unique sharpness of the knife. (To be continued.) )