The sword is a murderous weapon and a status symbol.

That year, in a forest hundreds of miles away from Taixu Mountain, it rained heavily.

That year, in the middle of the night, the sword light was like wine, which was inspiring.

That year, there was wine, there was a sword, there were beautiful women, and there were two strange people.

In the middle of the night, under the rain, in the dense forest, just because it was interesting, the two began a duel between life and death.

The murderous aura is like the wind, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Blood stained the clothes of the two red, and stained the green shirts and white clothes.

Under this stillness, it was as if the soul had been broken into a dream.

Time froze here, and the air was filled with the sad killing intent, floating in the scenery deep in the rainforest.

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At this time, the two cultivators who were fighting each stopped their swords.

Yang Zhao looked at Yun Piao and said, "Why?

After Yang Zhao finished speaking, he looked at the sky. He really couldn't figure it out, after all, there were many things in this world that he couldn't understand, and he didn't have to think too much about it. However, he was very unwilling to ask Yun Piaoyao, wanting Yun Piaoyao to give him a satisfactory answer.

Yun Piaoyao also looked at Yang Zhao's gaze and said, "I just want to do something interesting and make me happy." ”

Why is this so?

But it was.

Yun Piaoyao pressed his strength to the eighth layer of qi refining, so that the strength of the two would be the same.

Yun Piaoyao did such a thing, just to make himself happy, just because it was interesting.

However, this made Yang Zhao feel a trace of humiliation.

Both of them are swordsmen, and they are both so lonely and self-appreciative.

There was no moon this night, and the two had nothing to say.

Xiaobai looked at this bleak and hazy picture, that sad look, and seemed to be heartbroken. However, she couldn't stop it, both of them were already the most important people in her life, she didn't know what to do, she could only hide weakly behind the big tree, silently watching this picture.

Yang Zhao looked at the clouds and smiled, smiled miserably, and then raised the sword in his hand and said: "I have a true trick, this trick was born in the thunder of the purple sky, with that ghostly footwork, those who practice this sword trick are invincible in the same realm." ”

And Yun Piaoyao also continued: "I also have a true trick, this trick was born in the misty wind and clouds, with the ethereal and smokeless footwork, those who practice this sword trick are invincible in the same realm."

The two of them looked at each other like this, as if they had stood for thousands of years, and it seemed to be another moment.

Thunder sounded, and the wind and clouds moved.

Yang Zhao recited aloud the true recipe of Zixiao Divine Thunder: "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, Zixiao Divine Might." Nine steps against chaos, God leads to it. ”

After Yang Zhao finished reading, Yun Piaoyao also recited aloud his expressive sword trick Wind and Cloud Ethereal True Trick: "The wind god smoke is misty, and the clouds and rain are fluttering." It's hard to rush down, and the sky is a few flutes. ”

The two of them each finished their own true skills, but the methods of using the spirit sword were different.

One person holds a spirit sword, and the other fights with a sword.

One person can defend three feet of land, and one person will win thousands of miles away.

Yang Zhao used the sword in his hand, and the thunder god sounded, and the sword also came with the thunder.

That purple sword qi broke through the nine heavens, but it also encountered the blocking of the silver sword qi.

And the clouds are shaking, it means that the person has not arrived, the sword has arrived, and between the wind and rain, the silver sword qi also followed.

Yang Zhao was not afraid, and saw that the spirit sword flying in the sky accompanied by the silver sword qi broke through the wind and rain and came to Yang Zhao's body. However, it strangely stayed three feet in front of Yang Zhao.

It seemed that as long as Yang Zhao's sword was in his hand, then no matter what it was, he couldn't break through the purple aura formed by the three-foot sword blade, not even the wind and rain.

This is Yang Zhao's three-foot swordsmanship.

The picture froze here, the sword in Yang Zhao's hand took a step forward with the sound of thunder, while the silver flying sword retreated as if it was shocked. In this way, Yang Zhao slowly came to Yun Piaoyao's body.

The flying sword of the clouds could not move forward, and it was still desperately blocking.

However, just when the sword in Yang Zhao's hand stabbed in front of Yun Piao's body, an accident happened.

I saw that the body of the cloud fluttering seemed to be hidden in the wind and rain.

The ethereal footwork like the wind moved, but it strangely avoided the sword in Yang Zhao's hand. Then, the ethereal footwork was frozen in front of Yang Zhao's three-foot god like a cloud. In this way, between stillness and movement, Yang Zhao desperately waved his sword qi, and the electric light also followed.

It seems that the progress is close at hand, and it seems that it is far away.

But, anyway. The sword in Yang Zhao's hand was like never touching the white clothes of Yun Piaoyao, always stabbing into the void, and the purple thunder also slashed into the void.

Paradoxical, from offense to defense, and from defense to offense.

The two of them were constantly changing.

Perhaps feeling bored, Yang Zhao stopped and looked at the clouds. Then, Yun Piaoyao also stopped, pouted and smiled, and looked at Yang Zhao who stopped with that innocent gaze.

The two were still speechless.

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After a long time, Yang Zhao took a deep breath and slashed with his sword again.

However, Yun Piaoyao looked at Yang Zhao's advancing gaze and laughed weirdly.

Yang Zhao couldn't understand this smile, yes, the two were deadlocked. Unless Yun Piaoyao lifts his ban, the two of them will still swing their swords as they did just now.

However, he knew that Yun Piao would not do this.

Although the two fought each other in this rainforest, they cherished each other like long-time confidants.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. Yang Zhao couldn't, so he could only stop looking at the weird smile and stab forward with the sword in his hand.

When Yang Zhao was about to come to Yun Piao's body again, Yun Piao's body moved. Yes, moved. However, instead of dodging with ethereal footwork like just now, he used his hand to hold up the flying sword and stab towards Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao looked at Yun Piao's movements, but he couldn't understand it.

"You're going to lose, or you're going to die. Yun Piaoyao said as he held the flying sword.

After saying this sentence, Yang Zhao's heart was also shocked, and he looked at the flying sword that was about to come vigilantly.

I saw him standing on the ground, stepping on the seven stars, but the ghost-like footwork was performed, his body was hidden in the void, and it seemed to be against the yin and yang, so that people could not see his figure clearly.

However, somehow, he still couldn't break through the flying sword.

Maybe it's not to break through the flying sword, but it's impossible to resist the arrival of the flying sword.

The flying sword floated in the air like a cloud, and seemed to flutter in the air like a raging wind.

It's a pity that if Yang Zhao relies on his sword dao cultivation, it is enough to surprise people. However, tonight he met a master who was even higher than his kendo cultivation.

Yes, one level higher.

There was only that layer, but Yang Zhao was seriously injured.

Therefore, when the flying sword swirled away, the sword qi had already pierced Yang Zhao's chest.

At this time, it seems that it has reached the time of the child, but it is still far from the dawn. The fallen leaves were rattling and flying from the rain, and the jackdaw had already been frightened by the battle between the two of them last night.

The night was so quiet, only the heavy breathing of the three of them.

Yang Zhao looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief, and Xiao Bai also widened his tearful eyes.

Only Yun Piaoyao still looked into the distance as he had expected, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiao Bai hurriedly ran to Yang Zhao's side and hugged Yang Zhao, stroking his wounds, but was pushed aside by Yang Zhao.

Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and the girl's cute eyes were staring at Yang Zhao, so she had to watch blankly.

Yang Zhao also felt a little out of shape, so he said to Xiaobai: "Don't come here, I can still hold on." ”

Xiaobai couldn't, so he could only retreat back to the back of the trees, and those poor little eyes looked nervously ahead.

After Yang Zhao watched Xiaobai retreat, he quietly looked at the wound on his body. The wound was very thin, but it had already pierced Yang Zhao's chest, and it was only a little bit before Yang Zhao would enter the ghost gate again.

I don't know if it was Yun Piao's mercy or an accident.

However, Yang Zhao knew that he would not have such good luck next time.

Yang Zhao touched the wound, ate a hemostatic pill, and then whispered to Yun Piao: "Sword intent!"

After Yun Piaoyao heard Yang Zhao's words, he was also stunned, but he was not surprised, but nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"You're powerful, but I'm not going to stop my sword. ”

"Me too. ”

The dialogue between the two shows the mentality of the two and the will of the two.

Yang Zhao then spoke again: "I knew you were very strong, but I didn't expect you to be so strong. ”

At this time, Yun Piao's flying sword was not stained with blood, but Yang Zhao's body had been pierced by the sword intent on that sword.

"You said that looking at my swordsmanship was like enjoying it, but only now did I realize that your swordsmanship was more capable of making people feel more enjoyable. Yang Zhao continued with the previous sentence.

This time, Yun Piaoyao did not answer.

If Yang Zhao's swordsmanship seems to follow the sound, then the swordsmanship of the clouds is more like an ethereal and boundless dance.

The vocal music and dance rehearsed a surprising stage play.

After waiting for a long time, Yun Piaoyao spoke, "Have you rested?"

Yang Zhao replied, "Okay." ”

Yun Piaowei said again: "Then let's take out the sword again." ”

Yang Zhaoru replied firmly: "Okay." ”

And just like that, the two began the cruel and erratic battle again.

Life and death are nothing but the killing of a sword.

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In order to defeat Yun Piaosha, Yang Zhao boldly followed Yun Piaoyao's flying sword. However, it has no effect.

The sword intent of the clouds fluttered like the wind, and it was as still as the clouds.

Between that movement and stillness, no matter how hard he tried, Yang Zhao was always unable to resist these two sword intents.

Yes, no matter how ethereal the flying sword was, Yang Zhao had already discovered that it actually only had two moves: one movement and one stillness.

However, knowing is knowing, Yang Zhao's sword qi is no matter what, it can't resist this kind of sword intent between movement and stillness.

There was no way, only to fight to the death, Yang Zhao thought so.

However, the sword intent is the sword intent after all, and it is never something that the dull sword qi that has not yet been psychic can resist.

After Yun Piaoyao swung his flying sword and stabbed towards Yang Zhao again, the sword intent between movement and stillness pierced Yang Zhao's chest again as it did just now.

Blood flowed down Yang Zhao's clothes onto the leaves on the ground, and those leaves were rolled up by the sword intent left behind by the flying sword. By the time the leaves fell, Yang Zhao's clothes had already been soaked in blood.

However, the rain washed away the blood again, and after Yang Zhao looked at his wounds, there was no trace of blood on his clothes, leaving only three thin wounds.

Yang Zhao didn't move, as if he didn't feel the trauma of those three wounds.

He can only do this, otherwise his state of mind will collapse, and it will no longer be the sword intent that pierces him, but the flying sword flying in the sky.

Yang Zhao understood that his swordsmanship cultivation was lower than that of Yun Piao, so he had to work so hard, maybe he was also preparing to die and live later.

In this way, the cloud-fluttering sword flew in the sky, no longer using any tricks, just stabbing forward at will.

Every time he stabbed him, a small wound would be pierced on Yang Zhao's body.

Between the back and forth, Yang Zhao's body had been pierced with dozens of wounds.

Every time the blood comes out, it is always washed away by the rain.

After washing dozens of times, no matter how much Yang Zhao held on, he couldn't stand it, so he had to kneel down on one leg to support the balance of his body, so as not to fall to the ground.

Perhaps it was this situation that made Yun Piaoyao unbearable, but somehow, he still recalled the flying sword that flew in the sky.

However, Yang Zhao couldn't accept his kindness, only to see him raise his head and say sarcastically to Yun Piao: "Why stop, I'm still waiting for you to kill me!"

After listening to Yang Zhao's words, Yun Piaoyao also laughed as if he were himself. I saw him gently blow the spirit sword in his hand, and when the wind and rain were shaking, his sword also disappeared into the sky, and he came to Yang Zhao's body in an instant.

I saw that the sword had already stabbed into Yang Zhao's body before Yang Zhao could react.

After the flying sword returned, Yang Zhao suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground, while Yun Piaoyao began to ponder after retracting the flying sword.

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I don't know how long he lay down, Yang Zhao lay on the ground and thought silently, maybe this time he was really dead. The breath of death spread in Yang Zhao's mind, and the prosperity of this world was like yesterday, and all kinds of scenes appeared in his mind.

At this time, the wind was raging in the sky, and the thunder and lightning were not as roaring as they had just now. The sound of wind, rain, and thunder, these three sounds are combined, and it seems that they are also fighting each other in the sky.

I saw the purple thunder roaring its angry voice, and the ruined breath seemed to be about to swallow a qiē.

When this roar reached Yang Zhao's ears, he saw that his Zhihai had the scene of learning swords for the first time.

The breath that devoured a qiē was released in his sea of knowledge, and the purple light rushed towards the clouds in the sea of knowledge, and Yang Zhao was also awakened by the purple light.

Purple light filled Yang Zhao's body, and he involuntarily picked up the spirit sword and stood up. The devouring aura emanated with the movements on Yang Zhao's body, and it also woke up Yun Piaosha, who was thinking, and Xiao Bai, who was about to rush over.

And after Yun Piaoyao woke up, looking at the aura emanating from Yang Zhao's body, he began to be surprised. He smiled in surprise, picked up the spirit sword in his hand, and stabbed at Yang Zhao again.

Yang Zhao, as if he hadn't seen this flying sword, saw that he carried the ghostly footwork, and after nine consecutive steps, he easily dodged the flying sword that broke through the air.

However, due to the damage he had received, he was overwhelmed, dodged the flying sword, and then fell to the ground again.

However, when he fell, Yang Zhao picked up his spirit sword, only to see that spirit sword fly into the air, swaying towards the clouds with a trace of devastating aura.

The spirit sword with the devouring aura of destruction flew in the air, and Yun Piaoyao's eyes widened when he saw it. He wanted to hide, but he seemed to be unable to avoid it, so he had to lift the ban that suppressed his cultivation.

I didn't expect it, but it was too late.

By the time he lifted the ban, the devouring aura had already rushed into his body, and the lightning from the sky was also slashing at him.

If it was a little slower, maybe the flying sword cloud with a ruining aura would definitely be able to resist it. But the thunder seemed to outpacize the sound. But it shattered his illusions.

Yang Zhao smiled easily after seeing the flying sword piercing into Yun Piao's body.

But after the flying sword landed, Yang Zhao saw that there was only a very shallow blood mark on Yun Piaoyao's body, but at this time, he had no strength at all, so he could only look at Yun Piaoyao blankly.

Yun Piaoyao gently wiped the blood marks on his body, only to see a very satisfied and seemingly angry smile on his face.

I saw him smile faintly, and then said to Yang Zhao: "You are fine, but you are finished." ”

"Really?" replied Yang Zhao weakly.

"Oh, I've regained my strength, and you'll never have a chance again. Yun Piao shook his head and said.

But Yang Zhao didn't answer, yes, he couldn't answer.

But after waiting for a while, he seemed to think of something, and saw a hint of joy on his face.

Then he silently recited the mantra, and the thunder in the sky also roared, and with a "boom" sound, it slashed at the flying sword that fell beside Yun Piaoyao.

Suddenly, the sky changed drastically, and several dazzling lightning bolts enveloped the surrounding area of the flying sword.

It turned out that Yang Zhao was at this critical juncture and used the Divine Thunder Sword recorded in the Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture to lead the great array.

After Yang Zhao set up a large array, looking at the clouds shrouded in the formation, his heart began to really relax.

Xiao Bai looked at the big array and showed a surprised face. Then, she walked to Yang Zhao's side and snuggled in Yang Zhao's arms.

Yang Zhao looked at Xiaobai snuggled in his arms, rubbed her head lovingly, and said, "It's okay, let's go, even if he doesn't die this time, he has to shed his skin." ”

After Yang Zhao said this, he fainted.

Xiao Bai picked up Yang Zhao, looked at Yang Zhao in his arms, and then looked at the big array, so he shook his head helplessly and didn't know what he was talking about to the sword array, and then disappeared into this dense forest with Yang Zhao in his arms.

By this time, the rain had stopped, and there was a hint of fish belly white in the sky.

And the thunder was still roaring and roaring above that big array, and the sword qi and electric light also flashed purple light in that big array.

It was as if there was only that great array left in heaven and earth.

Yes, the blood has long been washed away by the torrential rain.

Under the morning sun, in the dense forest, there seemed to be nothing left, only a large array as arrogant as a god was still standing alone between this heaven and earth.