Jing, unimaginably quiet, from the moment Jiang Feng pulled out the sword, Yan Shisan also pulled out the sword in his hand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This sword and sword seemed to exude endless fear, making everything between heaven and earth tremble.

"You're good, I see a pure sword in you!"

"You're good, I see pure knives in you!"

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night!"

"Bone Poison Sword!"

The river breeze slowly took half a step, and countless fallen leaves involuntarily accompanied by an invisible whirlwind, surging towards the river breeze.

"I don't use it well to transfer flowers and jade, but I can let you see the ninth level of Ming Yugong!"

Jiang Feng said nothing, but Yan Shisan just smiled faintly, and then the tip of the sword was slightly raised, and he said to Jiang Feng: "It's okay, my Thirteen Deadly Swords, I also want to meet the legendary invincible magic sword in the world for a while." ”

"Thirteen swords of life, it's a bit interesting, isn't it, if you kill someone, do you still have to use all your thirteen swordsmanship?"

Yan Shisan heard what Jiang Feng said, but there was no change in the slightest, he just said lightly: "The swordsmanship that can really kill people, one move is enough!"

"I thought so too!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic knife in Jiang Feng's hand had already turned into a streamer. It seems that Jiang Feng has just stepped out of half a step, and after crossing a distance of more than ten zhang, he broke through the air.

This knife is just a simple downward chop, from top to bottom, impartial. If it is used to chop wood, it will definitely be able to divide the firewood into two pieces that are not bad.

But any of the best knife techniques, whether it is used to cut people or something else, will not make much difference. Just because of the change of moves, with one mind, it is natural not to be afraid of the change of goals.

The simplest moves, performed by masters, are often the most terrifying. Just because the simpler the move, the flawed will be the simpler and clearer, no matter what the other party chooses to deal with, it can often be predicted in advance.

A sword pointed out, Yan Thirteen's sword is very fast, this point has been proved by countless famous masters with the swords in their hands and their lives.

Like a gust of yin wind, Yan Shisan's long sword brought coldness, death, and naked killing. Although his swordsmanship may not be more exquisite than Jian Chen's, his person is really much more terrifying than Jian Chen.

There was a crisp sound of "ding".

After Yan Shisan's long sword came into contact with Jiang Feng's scimitar, it was Jiang Feng who retreated. The sword is light and agile, the sword technique is heavy, and the duel in strength should be beneficial to Jiang Feng.

However, Yan Shisan's sword point made Jiang Feng have to retreat.

The sword light swished, and the next moment, one after another sword light had followed. Although they were not dense enough and brilliant enough, every sword light passed with a strong killing intent that was almost substantial.

Jiang Feng didn't even have time to think, only slashed out one after another. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether he controlled the magic knife or the magic knife controlled him, but as long as he could live, what difference would it make?

Dusty and full of broken leaves, the figures of the two looked unhurried, but every sword collision with almost no interval would happen dozens of feet away.

Beyond the aftermath of the sword, stout trees continued to fall. It was as if it was not a knife or a sword that swept over their trunks, but countless swords and shadows.

"Buzz ......"

In the depths of Jiang Feng's sea of consciousness, the originally endless illusion had disappeared without a trace around a long sword that was unfathomable and unfathomable, but exuded endless majesty.

Jiang Feng was facing this sword, sitting cross-legged, and around him, two sword lights, one black and one white, were like naughty butterflies, fluttering and dancing without stopping.

But suddenly, the long sword trembled suddenly.

"What?"

The sword left by Nameless not only contains some insight of Nameless Heavenly Sword's level kendo cultivation, but more importantly, it contains a trace of the sword intent of a heroic sword.

The Heroic Sword is the hardest, most unyielding, most righteous, and most virtuous heroic sword in the world.

As long as Jiang Feng comprehends the nameless kendo experience in the sword, he will inevitably be imperceptibly infected by the heroic sword. This is Yang Mou, dignified, but it forced Jiang Feng to go, after all, for Jiang Feng, only improving his strength is the most important thing.

The sound of swords pierced the sky, such a scene was excitement, anger, and impatience.

"Could it be that there is an irresistible enemy outside, which can make the nameless sword intent react like this, is it possible that it is the natural enemy of the heroic sword, the fire lin sword?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng suddenly got up and walked in front of the sword intent left by the nameless. Stretching out his hand, he has already pulled up the mighty and eternal sword.

"I've almost comprehended this sword, it's time for him to play his part!"

A sword was thrown, dragging an infinitely long tail like a meteor through the sky. Jiang Feng suddenly said to the long sword: "Go to the Happy Forest and put on the mask that belongs to the mirror master......"

Yan Thirteen had already attacked twelve swords in a row, although there was still a thirteenth sword that had not yet been attacked, but he already knew that he would never be able to kill the other party today. The scimitar in the opponent's hand seemed to have a strange magic power, no matter how his life-killing thirteen swords changed, he would never be able to escape the opponent's prediction.

The Thirteenth Sword ......

The sword came out, stabbed straight ahead, and the tip of the sword suddenly trembled spontaneously, fast and urgent, like the letter of a poisonous snake.

But the next moment, Yan Shisan suddenly felt that the river wind on the opposite side had changed. In an instant, he had changed from a knife to a sword, so abrupt, but as if it were taken for granted.

"The fierce horse sings wildly, the lonely roaring sky, a heroic sword, how lonely the country is......"

When Yan Shisan's eyes glanced at Jiang Feng's cheeks, a pair of empty, ruthless, but seemingly blank eyes with heaven and earth fell into Yan Shisan's eyes.

With a finger, Jiang Feng's person had changed, and an invincible and irresistible murderous aura was not only in his eyes, but also in her. Even everywhere!

Jiang Feng had a movement, a very slow, extremely graceful movement, as natural as the wind. But when the wind blows, who can resist it, and who knows where the wind comes from?

Yan Shisan's pupils had involuntarily dilated, and his palms had involuntarily broken out in cold sweat.

Thirteen swords, this set of swordsmanship has taken away many lives. But at this moment, Yan Shisan found that no matter any of the thirteen swords that killed him, he could no longer send it.

"Are you going to die, it's ironic to die under the swordsmanship of a swordsman!"

A sword stabbed out, there was no move, just a plain stab. Although he is not a victor, he is at least a swordsman, a swordsman who dares to strike at any time! )