The nine-foot sword light bloomed with a dazzling brilliance in Ling Su's eyes, which made people lose their minds. At the same time, in Song Si's selfless sword intent, Ling Su couldn't sense Song Si's location, and Song Si's sword was as if there was no zài.

In fact, Song Si was clearly in front of his eyes, less than three feet away from him.

"The sword is extremely empty!"

The body still couldn't move, Song Si smiled at Ling Su palely, and could only gently hand Zi Yao forward.

If it was in an ordinary sword duel, such behavior would probably make the opponent think that Song Si was either an idiot, sick, or simply despised the opponent.

But in fact, it was Haoran's sword qi that collapsed at the touch of a button, and the gentleman's sword shattered, and Ling Su seemed to be sent to the door by himself, pierced by the nine-foot sword light, and fell in front of Song Si, half-kneeling on the ground.

Ling Su raised his head, blood spurted from his mouth, and he finally saw Song Si's almost dying appearance with a bloodless face.

Hit the trick!

"It's so shameless... Feign... Keep loading... It's still pretending!poof......"

Angry and heartbroken, blood spurted three feet, blood splattered all the way to Song Si's feet, Ling Su glared at Song Si unwillingly, fell to the dust, and there was no life.

Song Si coughed up a mouthful of blood and slammed his sword on the ground, supporting his body that seemed to be becoming more and more unstable.

The more true yuan is used, the stronger the bitterness in his body, if he hadn't eaten a pill of Zhuge Scream before, he would have thought that the bitter gall in his body was broken.

The corners of Jian Xiu's mouth twitched as Ling Su thought, as Ling Su thought, they thought that Song Si was an acting school, pretending to fall at any time, so as to attract his enemies to come and sneak attack, and then suddenly burst out with a sword to kill, this kind of behavior was too shameless.

But there were also sword cultivators who disagreed, thinking that Song Si was a very wise move, because in their eyes, this was a tactic. No matter what means are used, in the battle of life and death, to live is to win.

Ling Su died, Shangguan Yu couldn't rescue him, and Yu Guang found that Zhuge had disappeared, and he must have used his mysterious teleportation array disk to prepare to sneak attack him and burn him to ashes with a powerful alien fire.

Almost at the moment when Zhuge stepped on the teleportation array disk and appeared behind Shangguan Yu, a bloody figure separated from Shangguan Yu without the slightest hesitation, and escaped for thirty miles.

At this time, the cyan lotus flame on Zhuge Yan's right palm shrank, and was slapped into Shangguan Yu's body, and with a snort, Shangguan Yu turned into a wisp of fly ash under Zhuge Yan's palm.

Strange? Why is it burned for such a short time?

Zhuge was puzzled, he sneaked up on Shangguan Yu, and burned him for a third less time than the time for burning Shangguan Shouyi, and then looked up and saw that the bloody humanoid figure had re-transformed into the image of Shangguan Yu, but the body was almost transparent, light and fluttering, and it would disperse at any time.

Shangguan Yu made a move, withdrew his gentleman's sword, retreated a few miles, and looked at Zhuge and Song Si with a shocked face, not daring to fight again.

"Danqing blood. ”

Zhuge stared at Shangguan Yu, his eyes lit up, he could see that the current Shangguan Yu escaped with his life through the Danqing blood he cultivated, and reshaped his body, although he retained his cultivation and realm, but his strength was greatly reduced, and it was estimated that even the monks in the later stage of the construction could pose a threat to him at this moment.

The exercises of Confucianism are mainly to cultivate Danqing blood, gentleman's bones, and Haoran soul, which complement each other. Confucianism, which has been cultivated to the extreme, can merge these three categories into one, pinning their trust on Haotian and achieving the realm of coexistence with heaven and earth.

Zhuge Yan fell in love with Shangguan Yu's danqing blood, if he could take the alchemy, he would definitely be able to refine some rare and superb pills. However, although he knew about Danqing blood, he was not sure what Shangguan Yu's strength would drop after reshaping his body with Danqing blood.

"Friend, can you still hold on to the ground?" Zhuge returned to Song Si's side and pressed his palm on his back to help Song Si heal his injuries.

Song Si opened his mouth, tears were still flowing, bitter!

Seeing the two of them "acting" like this, the onlookers only felt that they were very shameless, very shameless, pretending to be seriously injured and deceived, not to mention a great Confucian in the Confucian sect, and wanted to continue to deceive and kill the one who had just suffered a loss.

As the saying goes, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, these two are good, they simply sang a double reed, and they didn't seem to deceive Shangguan Yu to death, and they would never rest.

Or maybe they wanted to deceive and kill the first-floor killer who was still hidden by the onlookers, but no matter what the situation was, all the sword cultivators felt that this was very shameless, especially Song Si, who was simply insulting the word "sword cultivation". It's just that their strength is not enough, and they don't dare to open their mouths to attack, in case they are the same as the previous ones, they will be miserable and crooked.

If Song Si knew what they were thinking, if Song Si could still speak now, he would definitely want to cry and say without tears: "The pill Coptis chinensis eaten is hundreds of times more bitter, it is really miserable!"

Zhuge sighed and felt the bitterness and anger coming from Song Si, and smiled, his cup of true yuan didn't have much effect on Song Si, so he simply retreated, and waited for Song Si to continue refining medicinal power in the same place.

Tears flowed profusely, Song Si simply closed his eyes, exuding a void sword intent, and while alerting a radius of a hundred miles, he used all his strength to drive the True Yuan and Sword Yuan in his body to refine the medicinal power and repair the tendons and veins.

Surprisingly, after this battle, the sword elements in Song Si's body increased again, and some sword elements could be derived independently without the transformation of the true yuan. After a long time, the true yuan in the body will all be turned into sword yuan, at this time, if Song Si uses the sword yuan to exert the virtual sword technique, he doesn't know how many times the combat power can be increased?

Sensing that Ling Su was dead, Shangguan Yu was hit hard, Ling Xingmo was furious, and the Haoran True Yuan in his body was like a big river, lake and sea, and suddenly raised thousands of waves, and with one palm, he flew the red dust shadow guerrilla that was caught off guard, and then took his palm, ready to praise Song Si and Zhuge in the direction of Song Si and Zhuge Yan, and kill them directly.

"Red Dust Trick, Forget the sky, forget the earth, forget the self!"

Who knows! The red dust shadow with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth swam in the way of flying upside down, and when he moved his sword, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and he converged towards the Shadow Moon Sword, one white, one black, and one red swirled, converging into one.

This move is one of the highest sword styles of the Red Dust Trick cultivated by the Red Dust Shadow Tour, and the Red Dust Three Forgets. Hongchen forgot about it, only to see a sword breaking through the world, crying in fright, and shooting straight towards Ling Xingmo.

"Harmony and difference!"

Ling Xingmo frowned, his anger was even worse, he could only abandon Song Si and Zhuge Hao, stir up the wind and clouds, break through the dust, and attract the power of Haotian, and slapped it with one palm.

With a loud bang, the red dust shadow snorted, retreated a few hundred feet, and the figure shifted, dodging the powerful energy that burst out at the same time, attacking again.

The strength of Hongchen's three forgotten sword moves made Ling Xingmo feel a little surprised, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the sword qi in his palm, smoothed the sword wounds, took a hundred steps back, and stood in the void.

"Your cultivation is not simple. But for the sake of an irrelevant slaughtering person, is it worth it to be my enemy?" Ling Xingmo asked, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the rushing Red Dust Shadow You.

With a sword slashing away the chaotic energy that could not be avoided, Hongchen Yingyou stopped his body and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "The strength of the gentleman is indeed unfathomable, Hongchen Yingyou admires." We wait for sword cultivation to do something, and we don't do something, but we do it all recklessly. This is true for saving people, and it is also true for protecting people. ”

"I see, then, be careful. Ling Xingmo stretched out his right hand, and a delicate brush appeared in his palm, revealing an incomparably majestic aura.

The gentleman who could defeat him with just two palms has now taken up his pen, and the next battle will only become more and more dangerous for him.

Hongchen Yingyou knew it in his heart, but he was not afraid at all.

As a sword cultivator, he has never been afraid of war.

"Red Dust Recipe, Red Dust Three Lives!"

The sword is magnificent, the red clouds are colorful, the sword qi is soaring, including seven emotions and six desires, and the power is incomparable.

The powerful sword intent made the sword cultivators present shocked, and they couldn't help but ask themselves when they would be able to achieve this kind of journey. There are even those who are inferior in cultivation, inexplicably crying, angry, sad, happy, and feeling under this sword, as if they have returned to the most unforgettable time in their three lives and three lives, and they are unable to extricate themselves.

Ling Xingmo shook his head, one stroke was settled, and then the pen was like a dragon, borrowing the power of Haotian to write the words of the sage.

"If you don't know your fate, you can't be a gentleman!"

The sword qi of the red dust shadow has not arrived, and Ling Xingmo has fallen with a single stroke, and he has been broken by a sword in his previous life.

"If you don't know how to be polite, you can't stand up!"

With another stroke, Hongchen Sansheng Sword Intent was broken and reborn, and the red light was dimmed.

Hongchen Yingyou was shocked in his heart, knowing that if Ling Xingmo was allowed to continue writing, the last layer of his Hongchen Sansheng's sword intent would also be broken, so he immediately urged the sword yuan with all his strength, and the sword slashed down.

It's only six feet away!

Ling Xingmo seemed to be unaware of the sword qi above his head, and picked up his pen to write the last sentence.

"I don't know words, I don't know people!"

The last stroke fell, and the red dust three-life sword qi above Ling Xingmo's head suddenly disappeared into invisibility, revealing the body of the Shadow Moon Sword, and the sword was dignified, and it continued to fall.

A little around the pen, Ling Xingmo struck the Shadow Moon Sword, and with a flick of his robe, the brilliant three-line regular script in the void suddenly moved, and flew out towards the red dust shadow one by one.

Hongchen Yingyou waved his sword to block urgently, one sword and one word, after breaking the twelve characters in a row, the empty door was exposed, and suddenly the remaining twelve words were one after another, and after the twelve loud sounds, Hongchen Yingyou fell to the ground, and the sword was half kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood.

Holding a pen to defeat Hongchen Shadow You, Ling Xingmo had no joy or sorrow, put away the brush, volleyed his hand, and looked at the failed sword cultivator on the ground. As for killing Song Si, he was no longer in a hurry.

The strength of a Confucian gentleman is so terrifying!

Sensing the defeat of the Red Dust Shadow Tour, Song Si, who was recuperating from internal injuries, opened his eyes and looked at Ling Xingmo, the gentleman of Yunyang Academy, who was standing proudly in the void, without hiding the killing intent in his eyes.

It was a pity that Ling Xingmo's gaze did not turn to Song Si in the slightest, and seemed to have completely ignored him.

Quietly, quietly, even the sound of the wind blowing dust and dust fell into the ears of everyone present.

The battered Hongchen Shadow You, holding the Shadow Moon Sword, stood up again!

The sword is in the people! The sword is unyielding! Then, fight again!