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Zen Master www.xSHUOTXT.Com Huixin smiled bitterly, he subconsciously glanced at the orange sè box on the side, and shook his head secretly, as if he was a little helpless.

The Celestial Ion God raised his eyes strangely and looked at the Blood Sword and muttered: "The other party's 'Traceless' is also extraordinary, and the Demon Dance of the Year defeated countless martial arts masters with this sword. The weight of the killing on the sword is rare in the world, and a sharp weapon in front of it will also retreat by three points. Therefore, it is also unknown whether my 'Xuanming Ancient Sword' will be able to take over the several attacks of this sword. As long as Dongfang Shaoxia can survive the opponent's several onslaughts, victory is in sight. ”

"Yes, but the Traceless Sword is too violent, and the skill of the person holding the sword must be greatly depleted, and it will not last long. However, even so, the several attacks of this sword are not something that ordinary people can take lightly. Zen Master Huixin nodded and sighed secretly, and he was also a little jealous of this long sword.

"Well, I'll wait and see what happens......" Celestial Ion sighed lightly and raised his eyes to continue watching the situation unfold in the field.

There are many unspeakable helplessness hidden in Tianion's heart, and the situation is beyond the scope of his control. If it were normal for him, he would still have some confidence in protecting the valley, but now that he is riddled with poisonous wounds, how can he protect others with less than three of the remaining power in his body, even self-protection is difficult to achieve.

Even so, he had to defend the valley to the death, and he could only do it for the sake of his brothers.

Zhuge Drunken Mountain continued to dance out of the "blazing sun" and swept away towards Dongfang Shuyun's weak body. The momentum is huge, as if it can swallow the world in an instant.

Dongfang Shuyun retreated, and the worn-out long sword in his hand emitted a gray and yellow light from time to time, more than a little less than the gaudy sè of the blood sè long sword, and it was as if it was a fragile defeat in front of him.

The sound of scrubbing continued to spread around the altar with strong murderous intent, and the heroes couldn't help frowning, this kind of chilling feeling was really unbearable.

At this time, a melodious sound of the piano spread to the four fields again, like the morning nectar baptizing the turbid world.

The place of the altar of Xiao Killing no longer seems to be dull, and the clear sound seems to be no longer a merciless battle, but more like a friend's reminiscence.

However, no one dared to say that this qiē would be so simple, and in this situation, there must be murderous intentions hidden everywhere under the soft sound of the piano.

The elegant middle-aged man couldn't help but look at Mei Lingxuan's posture of caressing the guqin, and stared for a long time, as if she was contemplating something.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The sound of frosting is still endless. It seems to have some kind of resonance with the sound of the piano, and the frosted tooth chill slowly disappears with the sound of the elegant piano. In the face of the momentum of the two swords, Qin Yin seems to be a step ahead.

It's no wonder that the sound itself is intangible and insubstantial, and it can penetrate any sword move protection and invade everyone's mind. Mei Lingxuan's superb piano skills give full play to this advantage, which is unguardable.

After the sound of the piano came, Zhuge Zuishan suddenly felt that there were two contradictory things colliding with each other in his mind, and his own skills were also flowing into a lot of chaos.

After all, the blood sword is also extraordinary, and the blood light on the long sword shone for a while, stirring up a wave of light. The fierce Zhuge Drunken Mountain, instigated by the blood sè, was still surging even with the interference of the guqin.

Dongfang Shuyun's feeling is just the opposite of Zhuge Drunken Mountain. As the sound of the piano sounded, the cool breath in his body became stronger and stronger as if he had been baptized by nectar, and a strong breath continued to breed and circulate in his body.

At this moment, Dongfang Shuyun felt as if he had become a part of this long sword, and even used this sword as a medium to merge with nature. He could clearly feel the call of the dilapidated long sword to the depths of his soul, and the communication between his heart and the sword had been unimpeded, and there was even a feeling that my heart was like a sword and my body was a sword.

Dongfang Shuyun couldn't help but secretly marvel, could it be that this is the feeling of the unity of man and sword, this feeling is so wonderful.

For a moment, he was completely intoxicated with this feeling, and he was more comfortable with his sword, moving with the trend.

The more Zhuge Drunken Mountain fights, the more it tends to decline. After a few moves, no matter how the "blazing sun" in his hand dances and oppresses, Dongfang Shuyun can always turn the danger into a disaster with one or two moves inadvertently.

The fury of the "scorching sun" was no longer able to get this worn-out long sword.

Suddenly, Zhuge Zuishan felt a heavy impact force coming from the blood sword, and he couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

I saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of him, and several blood skulls on the sword body floated for a while, instantly taking in this stream of blood. The Blood Sword then bloomed with several blood-red rays of light, circling around several skeleton heads.

Zhuge Zuishan only felt that there was an extremely powerful suction force that sucked his own power into the long sword, and then there was a fiery air flow back from the long sword.

The sense of tyranny and killing in Zhuge Zuishan's heart became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that some kind of force was slowly occupying his consciousness. The more and more violent and unscrupulous are endless, and the hideous face adds a bit of horror.

At the same time, Dongfang Shuyun suddenly felt that the pressure had more than doubled, and he had to retreat again and again.

The worn-out long sword in his hand roared like a psychic light, and the gray and yellow light on the sword burst out with the sound of light sound. It's still bleak, but it's obviously much stronger.

The sound of the impact of the dilapidated long sword and the bloody long sword became more and more intensive, and the two of them fought for as many as a hundred moves in the blink of an eye. The powerful attack of the Blood Sè Long Sword restrained the worn Long Sword as if it had no power to fight back.

As the fierce battle progressed, although Zhuge Zuishan's offensive had always gained the upper hand, it was more than violent and not calm enough. Dongfang Shuyun lifted his weight and swung his long sword lightly a few times, as if he had inadvertently extinguished the oncoming blood sè "blazing sun".

Beneath the relaxed exterior, only a few masters understand the dangers. Dongfang Shuyun began to be a little overwhelmed after resolving the attack of the "scorching sun" several times, and the rapid consumption of the true qi in his body was something he had never expected. At this time, he already felt a little weak, and he sweated as if he was already at the end of a strong crossbow.

Suddenly, Zhuge Drunken Mountain let out a long roar, and his body seemed to have completely lost its autonomy as if it was out of control, and he attacked towards Dongfang Shuyun with his sword. Under the blood glow of the blood sword, his whole body seemed to be glowing with blood, which was extremely weird.

Dongfang Shuyun was startled, and the worn-out long sword also buzzed softly, as if it resonated with his heart. The sword moves with the heart, where the heart goes, where the sword points, the long sword walks an unusual trajectory, and it just rightly defuses the repeated onslaughts of Zhuge Drunken Mountain.

Dongfang Wenzhou stared at the scene of the battle between the two with a strange expression. Not only was he worried about Dongfang Shuyun's disadvantage, but he was also curious because of the surprise and strangeness of Dongfang Shuyun's sword moves.

In his opinion, Dongfang Shuyun's sword moves are no longer his own, and the swordsmanship of the Dongfang family has obviously been fully exerted by Dongfang Shuyun.

Dongfang Shuyun's sword moves have added many other elements, and it is not just a family heirloom swordsmanship. And this kind of swordsmanship is far above the family heirloom, and it is no longer comparable in terms of practicality and power.

Seeing this, Dongfang Wenzhou couldn't help but glance at the dilapidated long sword in Dongfang Shuyun's hand a few more times, and marveled at how an inconspicuous dilapidated sword could have such a magical power, which could make a person's martial arts skyrocket in an instant. It's amazing.

The gray-yellow light on the blade of the dilapidated long sword is still dim, but it faintly reveals a down-to-earth atmosphere, not arrogant, calm and restrained. Although it is not as sharp and domineering as the bloody sword, it has a sense of deep immersion.

The worn-out sword and the bloody sword were constantly slashing and colliding in the void. The "blazing sun" is constantly extinguishing and regenerating, and it is endless. And the dilapidated longsword seems to only be passively beaten, and there is no room for counterattack. But the defense of the worn-out longsword was as secret, as hard as ice.