Wu Daotong's hand even Qin Wanjian opened his eyes, and he was able to use the seventh knife to make Wu Daotong win the title of the lonely man in the sea, but now Wu Daotong has actually touched the threshold of the eighth knife, the Wu family has gone through four generations, the first generation of the family master, and the second generation of the family master have all won the title of madman in the Tang Dynasty martial arts world, it is precisely because they can use the last knife of the eight swords, and now Wu Daotong has touched the threshold of this knife. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The furious knife was like the look of a madman in the world, and he raised the knife with one hand and looked confident. The huge spiritual power filled with outside the body, the strength of the peak of the Great Martial Sect, under the sword, the wind rose, and there seemed to be an indescribable terrifying aura entangled around him, Liu Shengtian felt a trace of palpitations, and Wu Daotong had already touched the Martial Saint. The chaotic wind is sweeping, and the strong sword is not released, and Yanagi Tiannin has always been on guard.

"Crazy Slash!"

Under this knife, it was even more terrifying than the one Qin Dongliu had before, like a mad tornado, Fuyu Tianren was taken aback, after all, it was a martial saint for many years, and the invisible spiritual power turned into a big wall, isolating this knife from the body, the yellow sand was flying at the place where the two were fighting, and the figure of Fuyu Tianren instantly catapulted back to the Guanwu platform and sat on the chair, while Wu Daotong was panting, but his eyes were full of earth-shattering war intent.

"We lost this second game too"

Yanagi Zongyan glanced at Fuyu Tiannin, the two of them shot at the same time, and they had already lost three to one, but their original plan was that even if they lost, they would not abide by this rule.

According to the previous plan, Fuyu Tianren slapped a palm towards Qin Wanjian beside him, this palm made people not even leave room to react, and Yanagi Zongyan also slashed at Qin Wanjian with a sword. Qin Wanjian, who was resting in the rocking chair, suddenly released a glint in his eyes, no one knew when he moved, and the shaking fan stopped Fuyu Tianren's inevitable palm, and with a flick of his fingers, it flicked on the sword of Liu Sheng Zongyan, and the terrifying sword was bounced away and directly cut off the corner of the high platform in the distance.

This sudden scene surprised Han Tongwen and the others, dozens of figures broke through the ground around the high platform, the lowest were all martial arts cultivators, and there were even five great martial arts sects among them.

"Yipin Tianxia Pavilion has broken the contract" Qin Zisang said

"But it seems that we are also prepared," Wu Jinlin said

Han Tongwen turned his head and saw that Qin Dongliu seemed to have expected it for a long time, and he was sitting like a mountain, as did the other Great Martial Sects.

No matter how it is arranged, the key to the battle situation is actually on the high platform, Qin Wanjian and Liu Sheng Zongyan and Fuyu Tianren, the two of them attacked secretly regardless of the identity of the martial saint, and all the hope is pinned on whether Qin Wanjian is as magical as the legend.

Liu Sheng Zongyan and Fuyu Tianren relied on the sneak attack to take the lead, originally thinking that even if they couldn't kill Qin Wanjian with this blow, they could still hurt him, but Qin Wanjian didn't give them any chance. Now that they have torn their faces, the two of them are no longer holding back, Yanagi Zong's Yan Sword is terrifying, and the spiritual power of Fuyu Tianren is vast.

Watching the three great martial saints fight, Qin Dongliu shouted at Qin Zisang and them, "Run!"

The entire high platform didn't even survive a single blow, and the two of them joined forces to strike with all their might, causing Qin Wanjian to suffer some losses, the high platform was split, and Qin Wanjian fell under the high platform.

Han Tongwen and the others were also running away from the high platform, such a battle was no longer something they could participate in, but the Wuzong of the Yiren Empire had already intercepted it, and suddenly a breath piercing the sky made everyone feel palpitations, and even the Wuzong of the Yiren Empire stopped attacking and looked at the high platform with fear on his face. The Martial Saint already had the strength to stay in mid-air for a short time, although it was only a few breaths, Fuyu Tiannin and Yanagi Zongyan stood on the high platform, and this breath that pierced the sky emanated from the high platform

"How could there be such a terrifying momentum" If it weren't for knowing that it was Qin Wanjian, Han Tongwen would have run as far as he could now.

Bang, the high platform with a radius of ten zhang collapsed instantly, and sawdust flew all over the sky.

Han Tongwen felt as if his head had been hit hard for a while, and the sawdust in the sky was still and floated quietly in mid-air, and a not strong figure walked out of the sawdust, every step was very slow and steady, but it made people have an urge to kneel and worship, is this the momentum of the martial saint, Han Tongwen once had such an experience, that is, when Mo Zongli forcibly accepted disciples to oppress Han Tongwen during the Beiting period, Qin Wanjian's momentum at this time was no weaker than Mo Zongli.

The figure became clearer and clearer, and Han Tongwen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, such a powerful momentum is difficult to find in the world except for Mo Zongli.

Qin Wanjian's figure, which was not as big as a gundam, became the only focus between heaven and earth, with a flick of his long sleeves, the sawdust floating in mid-air shot outward like a sharp sword, Han Tongwen wanted to dodge but found that these sawdust cleverly bypassed him and stabbed all of them on the two martial sects that intercepted him, so terrifying control!

With just one move, more than a dozen martial sects lost their combat effectiveness, and looking at the support of Wanjian Villa that had not come until now, Han Tongwen understood that the reason why Qin Dongliu was so calm was not because he had predicted in advance that the Yiren Empire would break his promise, but because Qin Wanjian was there.

Yanagi Zongyan and Fuyu Tianren were shocked, and the two of them attacked at the same time, one left and one right. Yanagi Zongyan is like a black whirlwind, but what caused this whirlwind is the black sword cloth in his hand to control the soul! The strength of Fuyu Tianren is still above that of Yanagi Zongyan, known as the strongest person in the Yiren Empire, Fuyu Tianren uses a long-handled sword, and a terrifying slash easily cuts through Qin Wanjian's aura.

The two masters of the left and right worlds attacked at the same time, Qin Wanjian's hair and beard were flying indiscriminately in the attack of the two, Qin Wanjian's face was ruddy, and he didn't feel any danger at all, perhaps he was quite confident in his own strength.

The left palm was raised, and a powerful spiritual power stopped the Budu Imperial Soul, while the right palm smashed the earth-shattering blade of Fuyu Tiannin.

"Qin Wanjian, you have occupied the position of the number one sword saint in the world for many years, and now it's time to abdicate and make way for Xian, you dare to follow if you can't use it here," Fuyu Tianren said

Qin Wanjian glanced at Fuyu Tianren, turned his fingers into a sword, and with a wave of one arm, all the swords on the ground turned into streamers and flew towards Fuyu Tiannin, Han Tongwen also noticed that his sword was flying out of his hand, and hurriedly pressed down, nearly a hundred swords turned into a big net and rushed towards Fuyu Tiannin.

Fuyu Tianren had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even use the spiritual power of the Martial Saint to stop this terrible sword net in front of him, and the spiritual power had a strong friction with the sword net, after all, he was a martial saint who had been famous for many years, even if he was inferior to Qin Wanjian, but if he joined forces with Liu Sheng Zongyan, he might not necessarily lose.

Qin Wanjian flicked his fingers, and those swords seemed to be stronger, breaking through the barrier of Fuyu Tiannin, and Fuyu Tiannin bent down and dodged the sword. Han Tongwen's attention was focused on Fuyu Tiannin's body, but Yanagi Zongyan didn't know when he had disappeared.

A black sword appeared behind Qin Wanjian out of thin air, Liu Sheng Zongyan's figure was really weird, there was no sound at all, it seemed to be like this air, no one knew how he got behind Qin Wanjian.

Everyone sweated for Qin Wanjian, Qin Wanjian didn't seem to know that the danger had arrived behind him, the Budu Imperial Soul was only one foot away from Qin Wanjian's back, Liu Sheng Zongyan was excited for a while, the world's number one sword saint was about to die under his sword, but after being excited for less than a moment, the sword could not be advanced, looking down, although Qin Wanjian did not look back, his left hand was behind his back, and his two fingers clamped the peerless sword of the Dongying Martial Realm, Budu Imperial Soul.

Liu Sheng Zongyan was shocked, since he had been found to use his hands directly, towards Qin Wanjian's barrel, Qin Wanjian was like a leaf in the wind, his body turned over and flew up, jumped on the top of Liu Sheng Zongyan's head, and looked like he was about to press on the top of Zong Yan's head with one palm, Liu Sheng Zongyan was also very human, his body turned into four afterimages not only dodged Qin Wanjian, but instead attacked Qin Wanjian's army, and the four afterimages came together, Qin Wanjian's body flipped in the air, standing firmly on the tip of Liu Sheng Zongyan's sword, and fanned his fan.

All this happened in an instant, it was extremely thrilling, not to mention Han Tongwen, even Qin Dongliu would definitely die, and Qin Wanjian easily dealt with it in the siege of the two great martial saints.

With a pull of the sword finger, a terrifying sword blade hit the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, and Liu Sheng Zongyan was forced to retreat far away by this sword blade, and when he reached the realm of Qin Wanjian, there was no place in his body that was not a sword. Buyeo Tiannin broke the sword net with a single sword, and all the swords fell to the ground.

Facing the joint efforts of the two martial saints of Liu Sheng Zongyan and Fuyu Tianren, they are also qualified to let Qin Wanjian take out the sword, glanced left and right, as if he wanted to find a suitable sword, as soon as he stretched out his hand, everyone's swords seemed to be trembling in the scabbard and wanted to come out of the sheath, and the sword on the ground was also beating, is this the strength of the number one sword saint in the world, as soon as he made a move, ten thousand swords surrendered!

A Dongying sword fell into Qin Wanjian's hand, Qin Wanjian glanced at it, flicked his fingers, clicked, and a martial arts sword's saber broke into two.

"The seniors and juniors have a sword here," Han Tongwen said

As soon as Han Tongwen's words fell, his sword had already flown into Qin Wanjian's hand, so fast that Han Tongwen himself didn't react, and as soon as the sword came into his hand, there was a buzzing sword sound, and it seemed that even the sword was happy.

"Lan Jue, a good sword!"

When looking at Qin Wanjian again, Qin Wanjian with a sword in his hand and Qin Wanjian with empty hands are like two people, when there is no sword, Qin Wanjian's whole person is like a sword that is unparalleled in the world, but after having a sword, he is just like an ordinary old man. Han Tongwen shook his head violently, there was no flaw, this sword seemed to be like Qin Wanjian's body, without any sense of disobedience, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was holding the sword obliquely, his every move was smoother and more natural, it seemed that the sword should have been held like this.

With such a terrifying momentum, Fuyu Tian couldn't help but be shocked by Qin Wanjian's strength.

Qin Wanjian looked at the sword in his hand, "How many years have I not used it, have it been ten or fifteen years?" Qin Wanjian himself was confused.