The frustrated attack of Feng Jianlin stabbed the ground with a sword, and two powerful sword qi shot Mu Ziye and his hometown respectively.

Returning to his hometown, he took three steps back, and at the same time, the sword trick changed, his left sleeve flicked, and another three-inch-long flying sword brought up a silver tail flame, while the other flying sword swirled into the air, straight to the top of the clouds, ready to launch a second round of attacks at Mu Ziye.

The two instruments are changing, yin and yang are turning, but when you hear the sword chanting, it is Mu Zi Yekun's sword that comes out of the sheath, and then breaks the cold sword qi of the phoenix.

"Hurry!"

Quickly breaking through the cold sword qi's homecoming eyes, the sword technique of both hands changed again, and suddenly the terrifying power of Haotian gathered towards the flying sword on the top of the clouds, but in half a breath, it turned into a white sword light more than nine feet long.

At this moment, Mu Ziye only felt that the sword momentum like Mount Tai was pressing down on him to lock him, and ruined miè, just in the next moment!

What's even more shocking is that when the white sword light pierced down, it had grown to more than nine zhang huge.

The sword is like a falling star, and the thunder strikes!

The sword is fast, the person is faster, Mu Ziye's two swords are staggered, looking up to the sky with a blow, the two instruments reappear, between the flow of yin and yang brilliance, the sword qi of returning to his hometown was instantly eliminated.

With a bang, the three-inch-long flying sword appeared with a sword body, and then the light and shadow blurred, turning into a sword rainbow and returning to his hometown.

At the same time, Feng Jianlin, who had shot the flying sword returning to his hometown, was shocked to see Mu Ziye dissolving the extreme move of returning to his hometown so lightly, his expression sank, and the frost and cold of the sword edge increased by another three percent.

Feng Jianlin knew that it would be difficult for ordinary sword moves to break through Mu Ziye's defenses, so he simply took advantage of the opportunity for him to ventilate after receiving a blow from his hometown, and used a single blow of extreme moves to work.

Frost from the sky!

The body and sword are one, the heaven and the earth are frozen, and in the blink of an eye, the frost shadow has reached the front of Mu Ziye, and the cold sword is driving straight in.

Stepping on the gossip uncertainly, Mu Ziye's body leaned back, and the sword was reversed. The life-taking frost brushed the plane of yin and yang, shuttling through.

I didn't expect Mu Ziye to respond like this, Feng Yanlin's eyes were cold, and he immediately collected his sword and slashed downward, when he landed, the yin and yang were shattered, and the frost and snow rolled in all directions, and where was Mu Ziye's figure in front of him?

Not good!

When I turned around again, I saw Mu Ziye's two swords reunited, the two instruments reappeared, and the yin and yang were changing. It seems that there is an endless sword qi with the power of heaven and earth, sweeping in.

There is no way to enter, it is too late to retreat, and as a last resort, Feng Gradually Lin can only resist with extreme moves!

Extremely, frost none!

In an instant, the frost mist turned ten thousand swords and rushed towards the Liangyi sword rain, but in just half a breath, the yin and yang sword rain covered the thousands of frost swords. Feng Wanlin is in danger!

As an immortal genius of the Little Extreme North Heavenly Palace, compared to the existence of the son of the sword of the Sword Domain, Feng Jianlin did not expect to encounter a setback only in the second round, and the three of them fought. However, it was strongly suppressed by the opponent in a few moves, and it was two people who were suppressed by one person, which was absolutely impossible!

Just as the Yin and Yang Sword Rain was about to break through Feng Wanlin's defense, two sword roars were suddenly heard in the sky. It can be seen that two sword rainbows of more than ten zhang are coming towards Mu Ziye!

Mu Zi made a sword around the night, and the Kun sword broke the rainbow light of the flying sword. Immediately, I saw Mu Ziye's figure suddenly dissipate, the sound of swords clashing exploded again and again, and when the last sound was settled, the person was already three feet in front of his hometown!

How could it be so fast?

Stunned, surprised, unable to express, taking the opportunity to break through the yin and yang sword rain Feng Jianlin and the sword is about to return to his hometown is very shocked!

The arrogant and extraordinarily proud Feng Yanlin can't speak, and he doesn't care about returning to his hometown who pursues the way of a gentleman, even if he fails, he must preserve the dignity of the swordsman and the persistence of his own swordsmanship!

The distance of three zhang, time, enough!

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. The hometown is even more timid, and I dare not ask the ...... of the visitor"

Thick nostalgia, strong homesickness, the sword intent of returning to his hometown began to sublimate at this moment, and Mu Ziye, who had the original intention of a child, his sword began to slow down, even paused, inexplicable feeling, inexplicable vacancy, inexplicable heartache, where is his hometown? Who is the vague double shadow? Why is it so heartache?

He has never experienced such a feeling, nostalgia turns into affection, and the child's heart is difficult to know!

"Homecoming sword!"

The two flying swords flowed rainbows, instantly becoming one, turning into a three-foot light sword, returning to his hometown and holding the sword in his hand, entering the realm of the unity of human and sword, directly breaking through the sword qi of Mu Ziye's protective body, the sword pierced the heart, only half a foot away!

......

It's a pity that I can't continue to watch it.

Flying on the sword platform helplessly, Song Si glanced at the opponent, and knew that this was an ascetic sword cultivator dressed as a barbarian, but the grade of his demon dragon leather armor seemed to be extremely high, if the demon dragon was killed by this barbarian sword cultivator, then his strength could not be underestimated.

No matter what, Song Si is ready to win or lose with one sword, hoping to continue to watch the wonderful melee between Mu Ziye, Feng Wanlin, and the top three in their hometown on the same stage.

"Sword duel, begin!"

As soon as the referee's words fell, the Savage Sword Cultivator took his black iron giant sword and slashed down the sky like a black wind and clouds!

Huh? It's pure power.

With a flick of the robe, Song Si's sword finger condensed and pointed at the upper section of the black iron giant sword, and after a dull loud sound, the black iron giant sword instantly deviated and slashed ten feet away from Song Si's side, and suddenly, the dust flew, and a sword mark more than ten zhang deep appeared under the giant sword.

And Song Si was still standing in place, unmoving.

Such a strong force, this kind of power may be able to directly split the thousands of zhang high mountain, if it weren't for the fact that he is a pure yuan sword cultivator, with the support of the sword baby in his body, he rashly uses the sword finger to connect the sword, and the two fingers have to be abolished.

Roar!

The Savage Sword Cultivator roared wildly, picked up the giant sword and slashed horizontally again, Song Si's eyes narrowed, and with a sword point, Zi Yao turned into a purple sword rainbow, and suddenly fell, blocking the giant sword attack.

Seeing that Song Si was still light and light, the Savage Sword Cultivator couldn't help but burn with anger, collected the sword, and exerted his strength, the black iron giant sword once again rolled up a black wind, slashing at it, and the pure strength increased by fifty percent.

However, what the Savage Sword Cultivator didn't know was that his fierce offensive had already broken Song Si's plan to defeat him with one move.

Kindness?

The sword guide moved, Zi Yao swirled, and the brilliance turned into a purple sword light of more than ten zhang in the flow of brilliance, and immediately stabbed down, and the powerful sword qi instantly collapsed the black iron giant sword.

Suddenly, Song Si snorted, his brows furrowed, and the Ziyao Flying Sword that had been brought back trembled even more, and he almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with Song Si?" On the sword viewing seat, Ye Yunlin didn't care about meditating to reply to Jian Yuan, and stood up directly and asked.

Zhuge frowned and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe his old injury has recurred." ”

Mo Liuli, Murong Chen, Lu Kongyuan and the others were also nervous, not knowing what happened to Song Si?

On the other side, Beijian Pavilion Qingwange picked up a cup of tea and blew: "You say, can he still be our opponent?"

"Injuries, stratagems, he will not be our opponent. Dongjian Pavilion Jun Buwu said with a smile, "It's only the second round now, and he doesn't deserve our attention for the time being." ”

"He had an internal injury that erupted. Yan Huixue, who was slender and silent, said with her hands touching the piano.

Qingwange and Jun Buwu stopped talking, and shifted their gaze to the sword platform where Song Si was.

The Savage Sword Cultivator, who noticed that Song Si's condition was different, whether it was a flaw or not, immediately launched wave after wave of strong attacks towards Song Si.

Forcibly suppressing the changes in his body, Song Si simply held the Ziyao Flying Sword, and took the Wild Sword Cultivation Sword after sword without wavering.

Finally, after cultivating the seven hundred and twenty-sixth sword of the Savage Sword, Song Si spurted out a mouthful of blood, and what was even more incredible was that the blood spurted out by Song Si actually condensed into ice in the air in an instant, and then sublimated and disappeared, and the Savage Swordsman was caught off guard, rushing to this extremely cold aura, and was immediately injured.

The Savage Sword Cultivator only felt a chill in his right arm, and then he felt an extremely cold aura that struck his whole body, and in just an instant, he was covered in frost and turned into a burly ice sculpture in an instant.

Under the pressure of life and death, the Savage Sword Cultivation activated the secret method, burned the essence blood, transformed heat energy, and dispelled the cold in the body.

Unexpectedly, Song Si was still standing in place and did not take the opportunity to sneak attack.

Although he didn't understand why Song Si didn't pursue, the Savage Sword Cultivator would not give up the opportunity to go further.

Fight! Fight again!

The right arm of the sword, only to feel the cold air flowing in the arm bone, it is difficult to even lift the black iron giant sword again, how can this fight again?

Looking at Song Si again, after vomiting blood, he added new red to his blue and white cloud pattern robe, and his forehead was even more sweaty, I don't know how severe his internal injuries broke out, even so, on the edge of Ziyao's sword, the power of the sword was still undiminished.

The Savage Sword Cultivator sighed lightly, changed his hand-held sword, and directly admitted defeat.

"Song Sisheng!"

After the referee announced, Song Si dispersed the void sword intent, put the sword back into its sheath, pressed his chest with one hand, slowly walked off the sword platform, and meditated directly to heal after returning to the seat.

Beside him, the mad swordsman had a wine jug in one hand and roast chicken in the other, eating happily, and seemed not to be worried about Song Si's state at all.

If someone is careful, they can find that most of the people of the Demon Sect on the sword viewing seat have left directly, including Mu Weiming, who was regarded as the sect leader by them, at this time, Mu Weiming has returned to the inn room, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his condition is also extremely bad, the extremely cold and freezing air is like a glacier in his veins, if it is not for the suppression of the lamp yuan, he will almost freeze his whole person.

"It's a bad situation. Mu Weiming reluctantly suppressed the extremely cold and freezing qi that erupted in his body, and then said with his heart.

"It's not good! Pure Yang Jue can only be barely suppressed. Song Si replied.

"Where's the Void Sword Technique?"

"At this time, when the Void Sword Technique is running, the Void Sword Qi will become even colder, and it seems that it can't be separated for too long. ”

"The Void Sword Technique can't be used, how can I get into the top ten?"

"For the time being, I will only use the sword moves in the Pure Yang Technique, and the others will wait for an opportunity to converge!"

"Well, I will explain the matter here a little and then return to the Nine Heavens Sword Platform, you breathe first. Suddenly remembering something, Mu Weiming added: "Be careful!"

I didn't expect to have such trouble by separating oneself, I really suffered it myself, and after suppressing the injuries in his body, Song Si opened his eyes and laughed at himself.

At this moment, several sword cultivators in plain clothes and ordinary appearances seemed to be looking for their seats, looking left and right, and walked along the aisle towards Song Si...... (To be continued......)