The figure flickered, and the cold blood holding the four-foot long sword had already dodged from under the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand. The eyes that were like wolf pupils looked at it, and I saw the purple sword light gently piercing the wall, and the night breeze blew lightly, and I saw that the wall revealed a hole the size of a bowl, and the green bricks that had turned into fine dust were flying in the air.

Suddenly, the pupils in the cold-blooded eyes involuntarily contracted, and the long sword, which was known for its lightness and speed, actually had another use in Zhao Zhijing's hands, and the sharp long sword turned into a copper hammer known for its strength, crushing everything that stood in front of it into powder.

Although he was still amazed at the excellence of Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship at this time, he had dedicated his blood to the cold-blooded sword in his hand, and still did not give up the long sword in his hand, he still thought that as long as the long sword was in his hand, he would not fall.

Cold-blooded like a vicious wolf, there was a cold voice that said: "Zhao Gongzi, although I am not your opponent, I still want to bring you back, and I hope that Gongzi will forgive your sins!"

The words fell, and the blood-colored sword in his hand did not stop. The sword shadow flew like a blood-colored sun blooming in the air, and the sharp tips of the sword pointed directly at Zhao Zhijing's throat, the murderous aura of the full sword had converged at this time, condensed on the tip of the sword like a particle, as long as it stabbed the throat, even the Great Luo Immortal could not save Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing smiled, the true qi around his body continued to run, and suddenly the white robe of his body puffed up, dancing constantly under the night, and a will that seemed to break through the sky rose to the sky, and everyone in the radius felt a chill attacking, and the hairs around his body stood up involuntarily.

In his cold-blooded eyes, he saw a sky-high giant sword rising from Zhao Zhijing's body, and then continued to shrink, clinging to the purple brilliance in Zhao Zhijing's palm.

Purple light shines, and purple electricity crosses the sky. The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand slowly stabbed out, seemingly extremely slow, but it was so fast, and the next moment it had already pierced into the blood sun in the air. Suddenly, the purple light exploded like a bomb in the blood-colored world.

"Jingle bell!" the sound of gold and iron continued to resonate. The crisp sound fell into Zhao Zhijing and the cold-blooded ears without dropping, a full seventy-seven forty-nine sounds, no more and no less. Zhao Zhijing actually stabbed out the seventy-seven forty-nine swords at this moment, hitting the forty-nine swords of the cold-blooded nameless swordsmanship, one sword is not much, and one sword is not many.

Even if he saw the power of Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship before, he still firmly believed in the cold-bloodedness of the long sword in his hand, and at this time, his resolute face also showed a trace of horror, and he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The white-clothed man in front of him is the same age as himself, but he doesn't want his martial arts cultivation to be so profound, and he has never seen his own swordsmanship, he can use a long sword in his hand to break the forty-nine swords that he relied on to become famous one by one, making his seventy-seven forty-nine swords return in vain.

Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling, did not stop at all, and the purple long sword in his hand stabbed out in an instant, and it was suddenly like a light that cut through the darkness, the wind and thunder were agitated, and the sword intent was in the air.

The purple sword qi struck quickly, it was so dreamy, but the surging sharp energy in it made the long sword in his hand not stop the cold blood, and he felt the extraordinary cold, and the hairs around his body stood up involuntarily, as if he fell into the frozen water in winter at this time, and the cold continued to invade his body and spirit.

The four-foot long sword in his cold-blooded hand, which had accompanied him through many hardships, trembled slightly at this moment, and a long sword groan sounded, pulling the cold-blooded thoughts back to reality from the chaos.

The pupils in his eyes contracted slightly, and the look on his face was extremely grim. Cold-blooded raised the long sword in his hand, the true qi in his body rolled, poured into the long sword, the soft sword became straight, and the sword qi stirred and turned into a sword pillar.

The sound is loud, silent.

The brilliance in front of him suddenly skyrocketed, the blood-red flames burned, and the purple brilliance was flying. Two different long swords surged in the air, and the sharp tips of the swords touched in the air. Suddenly, the strength was surging, and the sword qi was agitated, and the walls on both sides of the alley were torn apart. Leaving deep sword marks.

Deaf ears become clear, and slight sounds are heard in the ears. The sound of crispness is endless. The cold-blooded eyes of the sword-wielding sword are still so bright, the soft sword in the hand is still so straight, and the hand holding the sword is still so powerful.

But there was a conspicuous bright red at the corner of his mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the bluestone-paved alley, splashing beautiful blood flowers.

The fingers holding the Purple Emperor Sword were still so slender, like slender jade, shining with radiant brilliance. Only saw him with a smile, the hand holding the sword shook slightly, and the long sword dragon groaned. The energy suddenly stirred.

The cold-blooded body dressed in sackcloth seemed to have an invisible force dragging backwards, and the body soared into the air, the blood at the corner of his mouth flew in the air, and a purple light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment he had fallen heavily to the ground.

The Purple Emperor Sword was still in the air, Zhao Zhijing slashed down, and a three-foot sword blade appeared out of thin air, shooting towards the cold-blooded people who fell to the ground, tearing the bluestone-paved alley, and a long sword mark appeared in the dark night, like a demonic mouth that had been opened.

The sword qi was agitated, and the blade of the sword was galloping. It's as if the next moment, the cold-blooded person who everyone praises will be torn apart by the blade.

Between the lightning and flint, a flash of fire appeared, igniting the night. A man dressed in black appeared in the alley, and the flash of fire bloomed in his fists, only to see his fists full of dragons circling and striking out. Suddenly, the fist was agitated, and the purple blade clanged as if it had hit gold and iron.

The figure flashed, and the next moment it was already beside the cold-blooded body who fell to the ground, and a punch was struck, the fire dragon roared, and a fiery red dragon flew out from the arm of the iron hand, and the three-foot dragon had extraordinary strength.

The fiery red dragon and the purple blade held together, and the iron hand grabbed the cold blood with his backhand, and the figure had already dodged away in a flash. At this moment, the long dragon had been torn apart by the blade, and let out a long groan that seemed to be unwilling to dissipate in the air.

The blade of the sword also became a little illusory, tearing out a sword mark three inches wide and a few feet deep, and then dissipated into the air.

The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and there were subtle long groans sounding, as if urging Zhao Zhijing. Iron hands who were dressed in black and did not have a trace of iron weapons on their bodies, their eyes were bright at this time, and they bowed to Zhao Zhijing meticulously, their eyes were full of sincerity, and they opened their mouths and said: "Thank you for your mercy, otherwise the fourth junior brother would not be like this at this time, but he was slightly injured, and the iron hand is here!"