The night is charming, the moonlight is sultry, and the people are upside down, but there are usually people who are incomprehensible and empty of the beautiful scenery.

Obviously, Jian Liuyun at this time is exactly this kind of person.

The night wind howled, waving the fragrance of flowers and plants, but it was difficult to hide the rich and pungent smell of blood, and there was a familiar sword glow in the bloody smell, so he frowned.

The rainbow flickered, dazzling streamers, like meteors across the night, and landed next to a huge palm print pit.

The viscous and scarlet blood in the pit of the palm print was still not dry, and it was emitting a pungent fishy stench, which was disgusting.

In the meantime, it was mixed with white bone chips, which penetrated into the soil at this time and turned into flesh and blood, which made people look creepy.

There was a faint sword intent that had never dissipated in the air, as if telling the tragedy of the past, and it seemed to exude a rich sadness.

Jian Liuyun glanced at it lightly, and then stretched out his slender and white hand, and the brilliant brilliance suddenly rose, the Dao sword burst out, and the power of the law surged, and then, he shook it suddenly.

"Buzz!"

A trembling roar sounded in the void, and countless sword sounds were seen, and the fragments of the flying sword that had been cracked by Lu Xia flew out from all directions as if they had been called, gathering under the night.

"Boom!"

The momentum on Jian Liuyun's body rose sharply, and there were endless sword rays rising into the sky around him, as if connected with the heavenly dome, and the sharp edge tore through the night and penetrated the stars.

A mottled and cracked mirror suddenly appeared under the night, and the broken mirror full of cracks was actually composed of flying sword fragments, reflecting the cold moonlight in the void, and the aura of slaughter was stirring, making the heavens and the earth feel like a cold winter, and the temperature dropped sharply.

At this time, the people in Qingyang Town who had not yet left looked at the sky in panic, looking at the black hair flying, and the imposing figure did not dare to come out.

That is a legendary figure, who walked the immortal cultivation realm with a single sword and killed the former Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect.

Such a person, even if their sect master saw it, he had to respectfully call his senior, in the world where the saint was not born, he almost represented the pinnacle of combat power.

And when Jian Liuyun faded out of the stage of history thousands of years ago, he was already at the peak of the realm of the king, time is long, thousands of years have passed, who can know how strong he is after a thousand years?

No one dares to think deeply, no one dares to make noise, not even a sound of discussion, a person standing in the void with a single sword, without words, can shock thousands of miles of heroes.

What a terrible momentum, what a terrible reputation!

The name of a thousand years ago has been carried out throughout the ages, no one dares to despise him, and no one dares to despise him, even though he has entered the twilight years at this time!

The moonlight poured out, circulating on the mirror surface in the void, the law trembled, and countless phantoms were reflected, and some onlookers saw one of the black shadows for the first time, it was actually the black-clothed young man who had killed many disciples of the Sword Sect not long ago.

And the scene reflected in the broken sword was actually the scene that happened at that time.

What a terrible and anti-heaven method this is, what a strong and domineering momentum this is, it can condense the sword into a mirror, reverse time and space, and refract an image.

Such a method can be called against the sky.

The horror in everyone's hearts went to a higher level, and the awe of the sword flowing clouds was even greater, and it was indeed worthy of being a figure who had been in the limelight for thousands of years.

The picture flows, and the black shadow in the image slaps many disciples of the Sword Sect to death with one palm, and the momentum is fierce and powerful, even if it is watched again, many people's hearts are still terrifying, and they are deeply shocked by the black shadow's killing methods.

The image was silent, and slowly stopped at Lu Xia's last shot again, where the strong man in the late stage of Yuelong who was killed by the Sword Sect, the huge palm seemed to envelop the entire mirror, like a majestic and majestic giant mountain, Dayue shook the sky, and suddenly crushed down, the sun, moon and stars, as if they were all shattered in that blow.

I don't know if it's an illusion, in the influence of the stop, the black shadow is as deep as a star, and at this time it is looking over with a faint sense of banter, yes, it is like looking through a mirror, the void is lit up with countless fireworks, and the murderous aura is like the nine heavens and the galaxy hanging upside down, the clouds in ten directions are extinguished, and the sky trembles.

The gaze was deep, but as sharp as a knife, and he looked at Jian Liuyun playfully, and then, I don't know why, the void suddenly trembled.

"Smack!"

The mirror made a cracking sound, and the ten thousand swords screamed, and with a bang, the mirror composed of countless broken swords directly opened again, turning into powder and flying between heaven and earth.

The powder shimmered with the moonlight, which seemed to be faintly permeated with the brilliant light of the law, and it was like a romantic fireworks rain between heaven and earth.

However, there is still not the slightest sound between heaven and earth, as if in a space, the sound laws in it have been extracted by life, like a mime, staged like a mime.

The sword mirror condensed by the sword flowing clouds was actually broken, and it was still in the gaze of the black shadow, oh my God, it was terrible, was this a coincidence or an accident?

Everyone's hearts involuntarily resounded with such a crazy roar, like a storm, blowing a monstrous tsunami on their already undulating heart lake.

Their eyes widened, staring at the rain of fireworks in the void, this qiē was so dreamy, so unreal.

The name of Sword Liuyun has been intimidating for thousands of years, even if the Sword Sect is unable to capture the Qingyang Sect now, it is all invited to come out of the Sword Liuyun Formation, what a terrifying prestige and cultivation this is.

And the young man in the black suit seems to be just a mere rebirth, which is a real difference between cloud and mud.

Even if Jian Liuyun said that the young man in black was just an ant, no one in the world dared to refute it.

After all, the gap is too big, one is almost the pinnacle of combat power in this world, and the other is just a monk who has stepped out of the Qi Refining Realm.

However, what they saw now, the banter and provocation in the eyes of the black-clothed young man were so obvious, and the battle intent flashing in his deep eyes was so intense, like a raging fire, burning wildly.

That ant is actually provoking the peak combat power of this era when the saint does not come out, is he crazy or tired of being alive?

Thousands of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the sword stream, looking at the thoughtful appearance of the broken sword powder that was flying one after another, he knew that perhaps, he had met an interesting young man.

Young and arrogant, with no one in sight, and blood boiling, this is understandable, but this is like a pig in a pigsty, the fat one, that one is going to be killed.

Moreover, Jian Liuyun had to admit that the young man he had seen in the sword mirror before was a demon in terms of combat power and talent, but even if he was a genius, only a living genius would have the opportunity to continue to grow......

The sword flowing clouds left, the wind was light and light, but between heaven and earth, there was an incomparable killing intent in the ups and downs, and the terrifying killing intent swept through the sky, tearing the night like a peerless sword, penetrating the heavens and the earth, smashing the void, terrifying.

There was a cracking sound from the imprisoned and locked heaven and earth, and the power of the law remaining in the sword flowing cloud was shattered under the crushing of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the silent heaven and earth seemed to be poured into the endless sound law in an instant, and the noise was earth-shattering, like an explosion after silence, and like a storm after calm.

"It's really terrifying, Jian Liuyun senior him...... Has he become a great saint?"

"At that moment, I felt as if I had been pulled out of this world in an instant, looking at this world like a passerby. ”

"The combat power of the king is too strong, this heaven and earth, as if he is the master, just now, I seem to feel that he can kill me with just one glance, it's really terrifying!"

"Who do you say is that young man in black, and how dare he provoke such a person?"

"That glance, the shattering of the sword mirror, is it a coincidence, or is it an accident? Or is it really the supreme power of the young man in black?"

“......”

There was a lot of discussion, just now they were suppressed and couldn't make a sound, and now the heaviness is gone, and the noise is shaking the sky, but the scene they saw before was also stunned, such a person who cultivates as low as an ant dares to provoke Jian Liuyun.

And the movement and murderous aura caused by the departure of the sword and the clouds seemed to have been provoked successfully, oh my God, everyone was dizzy.

This completely subverts their worldview and aesthetics, how can this make them bear.

"Brother, can you try to stick a dagger into yourself a few times to see if you were dreaming just now?"

"Uh...... Wrong...... You're cheating me again......"

"It should have been a coincidence just now, just when the sword mirror was jammed, it was when the young man in black looked into the void. And the murderous aura of the Sword Liuyun senior's departure should probably be the anger of someone who dares to embarrass the Sword Sect, and even more ruthlessly slaughter the disciples of the Sword Sect, it must be so. In the crowd, someone pondered for a while and analyzed lightly.

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately highly approved and recognized by everyone, which is in line with the public's aesthetics and normal worldview, so no one delves into the ambiguous and ambiguous voices in "it should be, maybe probably".

The crowd also quietly dispersed amid satisfied laughter.

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"Ah...... Sneezing ......"

Lu Xia, who was rushing towards the Qingyang Sect, suddenly sneezed, and the two stopped in Dongfang Xingchen's somewhat puzzled gaze.

According to common sense, it is impossible for Lu Xia's cultivation to have such symptoms, so Dongfang Xingchen teased: "Isn't there a beautiful woman missing?

"Come, look at the shape of my mouth. Lu Xia said softly, and then moved his lips lightly, making a "roll" mouth shape.

"Cut ......"

Lu Xia laughed, but there was a solemn look in his eyes, the night was deep, and even Dongfang Xingchen didn't notice that his face was as pale as paper, as if he had experienced a terrifying battle.

"Sword Liuyun?" a low murmur came out slowly, Lu Xia's eyes were sharp, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"What are the seniors whispering?"

"I'm talking about a young man like you who has the potential of a little white face, if he hooks up with a banshee, wouldn't it be hundreds of years of struggle......"

"Come, come and see my lip ......"

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