Zhang Yong, who stretched out his arms, stood on the top of the cliff.

The indigo curves attached to the palms of his hands gradually dissipated into the void.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Yong snorted, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

His outstretched hands began to tremble, and the palms of his hands stretched out towards the sky curved sharply towards the ground, but his ten fingers curled upward.

On his hands, there seemed to be a heavy weight hidden.

He moved his hands in a clockwise direction.

His hands drew two arcs, the cyan arcs forming two semicircles, and the two semicircles forming a circle.

The right hand, which was originally facing the sky, was moved to the bottom by Zhang Yong, and the left hand, which was originally facing the ground, was moved to the top by Zhang Yong.

When his hands were in the same straight line again, Zhang Yong stopped again.

The indigo circles that he drew immediately dissipated.

After the cyan circle dissipated, Zhang Yong waved off his left hand and raised his right hand.

"Phew!"

His hands moved at great speed, rubbing out a sudden increase in wind pressure.

His hands clasped up and down in front of his chest, and the wind stopped abruptly.

A hundred miles away, Yougen, who was standing at a height of 100 meters, opened his eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, the golden flames on Zhou's body quickly disappeared.

He looked at his palm, which was still golden, and saw the meridians that were moving under the skin of his palm, like blood.

Yougen's face is serene, the look in his eyes is quiet, and his gaze is deep.

Underneath Arigen, the long sword carrying Feng Yuan drew a semi-circular arc in mid-air along a zigzag trajectory.

The Guan knife that exudes the vitality given by the roots, and the surface is indigo. A semi-circular arc was also drawn in the air.

The semi-circle drawn by the sword and the long sword was put together into a circle.

Just when Zhang Yong, who was a hundred miles away, joined his hands in front of his chest.

The swords and swords in mid-air were also detached from the rounded edges.

Guan Dao and the long sword rushed towards Yougen quickly, and the wind element at the blade and the tip of the sword all condensed into a solid state.

Again.

Stretching out his arms, Yougen lowered his head and looked at the knife and sword that were rapidly attacking him with a blank expression.

He stood in the air, not moving.

"Whew!"

As soon as the sound of the wind reached his ears, the solidified wind element on the tip of the long sword could already touch the soles of his feet.

Twist your body. One of the legs is spread apart and the waist is turned sideways.

By a slight amplitude, there was a danger and narrowly avoided the long sword, and only the silk coat that clinged to the chest was shredded by the sword intent of the long sword.

When he was about to remove his head and let go of the rushing sword, Yougen suddenly stretched out his right hand very quickly and grabbed it towards the indigo's surging sword body.

"Poof!"

The green mangs suddenly bloomed, and the speed dropped significantly from the long sword. Still flying towards the sky.

A root that grabbed the void, and did not raise the golden flame to chase the long sword.

The blade of Guan Dao had already cut to his ankle, and the indigo Fengyuan in front of the blade had already chiseled through the sole of the cloth shoe and hit the golden skin at the ankle.

"Bang!"

The ankle that was hit by the wind element. Highlight several golden rays of light.

Feeling the stinging pain of cutting in the ankle of his right foot, his eyebrows furrowed slightly on a face that had no waves.

Golden flames rose all around him, and he moved his legs out of the way again. And raised his body.

Guan Dao rushed to Yougen's side, and Yougen stretched out his hands and grabbed the blade of Guan Dao.

"Phew!"

The loud bang shook the world. Feeling the tremendous force transmitted from the blade to the arm, one gritted his teeth.

He picked up the knife and spun around.

Ten thousand golden rays radiated out of his body, and regardless of the loss, he insisted on pouring most of the cultivation he had refined for more than a year into the Guan Dao in his hand.

"Boom!"

Like thunder in the clear sky, like a morning bell ringing suddenly.

The blood-red blade phantom painted with blood talismans spread out from the sword and disappeared into the void.

Hundreds of miles away, on a cliff at the foot of a thousand meters of high mountains.

The palms touched, and the hands that stopped on Zhang Yong's chest immediately separated.

Zhang Yongyuan stared at the back of his left hand that had been bounced up an inch away, and a bluish flush welled up on his face.

He clenched his teeth, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He exerted all his strength and applied it to his left hand.

He pressed his left hand down half an inch towards the palm of his right hand, which was not moving.

A hundred miles away, passing through the long sword beside Yougen and flying towards the sky, there was a burst of acceleration.

"Bang!"

With the sharp sound of breaking the sky, the long sword finally broke through the speed of sound.

A green light flashed, and the tip of the long sword also changed direction.

The long sword, which had risen to a height of several hundred meters, fell to the ground at a speed that broke through the sound barrier.

Fell to the roots.

Suddenly, the Guan Dao in his hand suddenly became lighter, and before he could stretch his brows, he looked up at the top of his head again.

The tip of the sword had fallen to his forehead.

The pupils in Yougen's eyes constricted, and the golden rays around him turned into white rays.

The wind that stopped in my ears continued to roar.

The clouds floating in the sky are uncertain.

When Arigen, whose whole body was shrouded in white light, lifted the Guan Sword and slashed towards the long sword at the same speed that broke through the sound barrier.

The wind and clouds in that place also seemed to be running towards the long sword.

That side of the world seems to be in the knife that has been cut out.

"Boom!"

In the vast loud sound, endless white rays flashed high in the sky.

That side of the world is all in the white light.

A hundred miles away, Zhang Yong, who was standing on the cliff rock, spurted a mouthful of black blood.

He hung his head, slumped up, and fell to his knees on one knee.

Blood continued to pour out from between Zhang Yong's mouth, and he raised his head slightly.

The muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes were bloodshot all over his eyes.

Zhang Yong pursed his mouth tightly, slightly stopping the blood gushing out of his mouth, but suddenly felt a burst of dampness and heat in his nose.

Blood spilled out of his nostrils, onto his lips, and down the lip line, dripping to the ground.

Zhang Yong raised his right hand, but instead of wiping the blood that spilled out of his nostrils, he stood erect in front of him with his sword fingers.

"Up!"

A hundred miles away from Zhang Yong, in the world full of white light, Yougen, who held the blade of the knife in both hands, fell towards the ground.

The sword qi overflowing vertically and horizontally slashed the left cheek of Yougen and cut the arms of Yougen's hands.

Gangyuan, who was backlashing towards his body, hit his weak lungs.

There is a sense of displacement of the five organs in the body, and the pain is unbearable.

In the process of falling, he opened his mouth and spewed black blood.

The white light covering the heavens and the earth faded away, and the handleless long sword that kept turning in circles on the sword body slowly flew towards the sky.

"Zheng!"

Like the sound of a broken string, the long sword stopped turning and stopped rising.

The sword flipped so that the tip of the sword was facing the earth.

Indigo Gangyuan gathered on the body of the long sword, and the long sword fell again,

Pierced Arigen again.

Yougen, who was falling to the ground, looked at the long sword that stabbed at him quickly, and his face could no longer be calm.

He crossed his hands in front of the tip of his sword, his face full of fear.

Then, Arigen felt a sudden chill from his left hand. (To be continued......)