The wind is Xiaoxiao, the sword qi is near, and on the much-anticipated Xuanzi No. 1 sword platform, the killing atmosphere has reached its peak.

The eyes were cold, the sword roared, the dazzling sword light pierced the bloody sword intent, Mo Liuliu turned into a streamer, and the dust broke through the air, stabbing thousands of miles.

In the realm of killing, all things are destroyed, the night lonely cloud blood sword is slashed three times, and Mo Liuli is strongly intercepted by the sword of hidden killing, the sword is shocked, the ground is cracked for hundreds of miles, the earth waves are rolling, and the dust and sand are all over the sky.

"Kill!"

In the dust wave, there was a loud shout, the sword explosion sounded again, the frenzied sword qi rushed in all directions, and the red-haired night lone cloud was shaken out of the dust wave in an instant, hovering in the void.

Without stopping, the sword shadow of the night lone cloud swirled, and the violent sword qi reversed, turning around and attacking rapidly, and the blood-colored sword light broke through the dust waves.

Mo Liuli slashed his sword, put his feet on the ground, and flew out upside down with the strength of the sword, wiping the blood-colored sword light and quickly exiting the center of the violent sword qi impact.

The sword stepped on the void, Mo Liuli's sword momentum unfolded, and the bloody sword intent that came from the impact was dissolved, and the dust waves in the sky were also swept away at this moment.

On the ground, the sword pits were bottomless, shocking, and what made the sword cultivators in the audience feel even more shocked was the terrifying sword intent that was stagnant in the sword pits.

"Are they sword cultivators in the early Yuan Infant period, or sword cultivators in the late Yuan Infant period?" Nanfeng Xiaoxuan opened his mouth and exclaimed.

"Shut up! Look carefully!" Mo Zhiyi patted Nanfeng Xiaoxuan's head again, looked intently at the sword platform, and wrote down the exquisite sword moves of the two of them, but what he didn't know was that not far away, a thin sword cultivator with dark eyes had completely locked him in.

"Kill!"

The Night Lonely Cloud Sword killed thousands of miles, and the Blood Sword quickly attacked in front of Mo Liuli.

In an instant, Mo Liuli put the sword into the sheath, and instantly came out of the sheath, bringing up a sharp sword light, blocking Ye Guyun's powerful sword.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them showed their unique skills and fought fast. Two huge sword qi tornadoes suddenly formed in the Xuanzi No. 1 Sword Platform, constantly winding and colliding.

In just three breaths, the topography of the entire Sword Platform space has been changed hundreds of times.

On the sword platform, the sword duel of Ye Guyun and Mo Liuli has completely entered the white heat, and outside the sword platform, a conspiracy against the sword domain has also begun.

Mo Zhiyi, who was focusing on the wonderful sword duel, was carefully deducing the changes in the sword moves of the two, when suddenly his gaze shrank, and an incomparably cold aura pierced directly into his dantian purple mansion, and Yuan Ying was completely annihilated before he could escape.

"Be careful......

The terrifying sword power rushed out in an instant. The south wind Xiaoxuan on his side shook a hundred feet, and Mo Zhiyi also closed his eyes at this moment.

The sword of the West Sword Pavilion made Mo Zhiyi assassinated in the audience of the Beiluo Sword Terrace!

A sword stabbed Mo Zhiyi's vital point, and the sword cultivator with a gloomy face was about to turn to attack Nanfeng Xiaoxuan, who knew that Mo Zhiyi burst out of the sword yuan in his body before he died, shaking him and Nanfeng Xiaoxuan away at the same time, breaking his plan to kill one more person.

In the next second, a sword momentum that shocked the heavens and the earth enveloped the entire Beiluo Sword Platform, and the incomparable sword intent pierced the sword cultivator with an obscure face.

He knew who it was. I also know what will happen next, but these are all in the plan of the young master, as the first executor of the plan. He must not be caught, let alone let the plan go wrong.

So, before the big man who might appear in the plan could make a move, he died.

"Blockade Beiluo Jiantai. Check!" Yue Xiaoqing stood at the window and glanced at the dead sword envoy and assassin of the West Sword Pavilion, and the sound of the void was transmitted. Calm the panicked sword cultivator.

The order was issued, and the law enforcement sword cultivators stationed in the city turned into sword lights and galloped forward, landing at the entrances and exits of the Beiluo Sword Platform, stopping anyone who wanted to leave.

If someone wants to forcibly break through the level, these law enforcement sword cultivators don't mind killing the sword cultivators who are trying to break through on the spot.

"I hope this is not the person you brought!" Yue Xiaoqing glanced at Feng Mo coldly, "No matter what, you have to give me an explanation for today's events." ”

"Not my people. Feng Mo replied.

"Hehe, stay here, and when I come back, I hope to hear your solution. With that, Yue Xiaoqing turned into a white sword lotus and floated towards the spectator seat.

"Senior brother, senior brother, wake up......" Nanfeng Xiaoxuan patted Mo Zhiyi's shoulder in a panic, hoping that his senior brother would wake up, but he also knew in his heart that this was impossible.

"Nanfeng Xiaoxuan!" Yue Xiaoqing, who had turned into a white sword lotus, shouted coldly, "Inform the West Sword Pavilion of this matter, cry and cry, what kind of system!"

"I've seen the Moon City Lord!" Xiao Xuan lost his temper. Nanfeng Xiaoxuan straightened up, angrily looked at the assassin who had committed suicide, the flying sword came out of the sheath and pierced into the killer's heart, he actually wanted to dig out the killer's heart, see if this person's heart was black, and at the same time avenge his senior brother!

"Stop!" Yue Xiaoqing wanted to stop it, but unfortunately it was too late.

A black poison line burst out of the dead killer's heart and pierced into Nanfeng Xiaoxuan's eyebrows.

Bang dang!

The flying sword fell to the ground, the black smoke was silky, and Nanfeng Xiaoxuan looked at the ground in front of him in horror, and fell into boundless darkness.

"Idiot!" Yue Xiaoqing glanced at Nanfeng Xiaoxuan, who fell to the ground: "The law enforcement team listens to the order, investigates the identities of all sword cultivators in the Beiluo Sword Terrace, records them, and takes them down for me if they are suspicious!"

"You can't do this! You can't do this! I'm the ...... of the Third Elder of the Southern Sword Pavilion" A sword cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant wanted to teach the law enforcement monk in front of him a lesson, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the sky spinning, but it was his head that fell heavily to the ground.

"Kill the reckless!

Seeing that the white sword lotus in the void was so terrifying, the sword cultivators who still had opinions in the Beiluo Sword Platform suppressed their thoughts and accepted the interrogation of the law enforcement monks in an orderly manner.

"What's going on?" Mo Liuli and Ye Guyun both stopped, returned to the audience, and asked suspiciously when they saw such a tense scene.

"The sword wielding the sword of the Western Sword Pavilion made Mo Shiyi be killed. Zhuge put his hands on his sleeves and raised his arm towards the scene.

"How could it be?" Ye Guyun showed a frightened look for the first time, as a rookie cultivated by the Northern Sword Pavilion, he had also seen the three sword envoys of Xue Li, Youya, and Ye, all of them were the Cunzi of the late Yuan Infant period, and their strength could not be guessed.

In the past, on the battlefield of Los Angeles, Xue Li ruthlessly used a trick "Dream Remnant Flower" to kill a black-robed great sect elder of the Shinrikyo Sect, turning the entire battle around.

The Mo Zhiyi in front of him, if he can become the sword wielder of the West Sword Pavilion, then his strength will definitely not be lower than that of Xue Li Ruthless, but such a kendo master would be assassinated in the audience so easily.

Unthinkable. Unbelievable!

"It's poison, a very terrible poison. Zhuge made a judgment.

Song Si looked at the qiē in front of him, he always felt that this qiē was all related to him, if it wasn't for the deacon Feng Mo on the first floor halfway, and the Nanjian Pavilion blocking the way, and the green-shirted scholar Lin who specially targeted him!

However, what he couldn't understand was that if it was really aimed at him, then since this assassin's strength could kill Mo Shiyi, why didn't he just come and kill him?

Such a killer, such a cultivator. But to be a dead soldier, unusual, extremely unusual.

Song Si intently calculated, he found that all the clues actually pointed to the first floor, but according to the jade slip given to him by Kai Biluo, the deputy owner of the first floor, there was no record of a killer who used this poison in it, so he was puzzled.

According to common sense. If you can become a Cunzi in the middle of the Yuan Infant on the Kunxu Star, even if you can't become the head of a faction, you can join all kinds of big forces and obtain extremely high status and rich cultivation resources. In the future, breaking through the out-of-body period and even entering a foreign land will be just around the corner.

The killer on the first floor still spared his life, but such a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant was willing to become a dead soldier. I can't think about it.

However, after a while, two law enforcement monks came to Song Si and his party, and after asking a few words, they walked to the people behind.

Surprisingly. The two law enforcement monks seemed to completely ignore the mad swordsman's existence, even though the mad swordsman ruffled their long hair and touched the scabbard of the flying sword behind their back, they did not react.

"The two boys are amazed, not bad! " The mad swordsman laughed, clasped his big yellow teeth, and rubbed the sword robe of one of the law enforcement monks before letting them go.

Even so, the law enforcement monk did not show any expression of disgust or anger.

"Old madman, sit down!" Yue Xiaoqing shouted

I saw that the sword lotus in the sky sprinkled a piece of brilliance, covering the mad swordsman, and the mad swordsman suddenly became like a child who was punished, standing up obediently, and then looked at the sword lotus in the sky aggrieved: "The moon girl bullied me again! The moon girl bullied me again! Woo woo woo ......"

Song Sifu forehead, which one is this?

A quarter of an hour later, the six law enforcement monks brought out two of them from the tens of thousands of sword cultivators, one was the black-robed Demon Sword Dao "Demon Sword Master" Meng Bangchen, that is, the killer's original sect, and the other was the shallow deacon of the unique Ethereal Sword Sect.

"This person, is it your Demon Sword Dao?" asked Yue Yunqing.

The white sword lotus slowly rotated, sprinkling pieces of clear light, Meng Bangchen stood thirty zhang away, feeling the terrifying sword intent hidden in the sword lotus, and couldn't help but feel a slight chill: "He is a ghost burial, one hundred and sixty years ago, the murderer and traitor, the former sect leader of this sect also died at the hands of this person." ”

"Well, you stand down first. ”

For some reason, hearing Bai Jian Lian's words, this "Demon Sword Master" who was famous in the Kunxu Cultivation Realm suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and stepped aside under the gaze of the law enforcement monk.

"The visitor is a guest, the city lord brought me, I don't know what to see?"

"Hehe, the city lord's teaching?" The words paused, the white sword lotus rose and fell, and suddenly a trace of terrifying sword intent was revealed, and the shallow and oppressive vomiting blood flew upside down, shattering the seats, "You, I can't bear it!"

"Toot!" Shallow spurted out a mouthful of blood, and angrily pointed at the white sword lotus in the air: "Is the Sword Domain going to war with the Ethereal Sword Sect?!"

Yuan Ying's sword momentum in the late Yuan Infant period was completely released, and he barely supported himself to stand up, but even so, he found that under the sword light of the white sword lotus, his sword momentum was so insignificant.

At this moment, the wind and clouds in the sky changed, the red light was long, and the sound of the poem sounded: "Ask Qianqiu Kendo, break the waves and tsunamis." The world is ruthless, there are words under the mirror, Xiaoxiang wind and rain, and the shadow moon is lightless!"

It was a red sword light from the Nine Heavens Sword Platform that roared into the sky, breaking through the air and piercing the formation, straight into the Beiluo Sword Platform, and in the dazzling sword light, the main shadow of the West Sword Pavilion Fengyue raised his ochre-colored sword robe, and took a heavy step, walking towards the dead sword envoy of the West Sword Pavilion. (To be continued......)