It is called the most terrible qin song in the real world, "Lonely Wine Walk"

Although the sword is a sword, it is not a sword, in Shi Luoshui's opinion, at this moment, her piano sound is a matter of course, and it must be the appearance of a sword, so it is an invisible sword.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, the heavens and the earth trembled, Huang Xiaohua's figure fell backwards and flew, and she spat out a mouthful of blood foam halfway, but she couldn't stabilize her body, she was shocked and angry, surprised that the other party's cultivation was higher than her expectations again and again, and angry that the other party didn't pursue, didn't she think this was the end?

She was about to fight back, but Shi Luoshui's voice came from her ears: "I'm not here for the Eastern Capital, you and I will only lose if we fight, why don't we watch the battle together?"

Huang Xiaohua knew that losing both was just a humble word, in fact, she didn't have the confidence to stop Shi Luoshui's next lonely drinking line.

No confidence is no confidence, but her fighting spirit is unprecedentedly high, she raised her head to the sky and let out a high roar, her body suddenly transformed into a dragon, and at the same time blessed the golden jade bi, spread her wings, and pounced on Shi Luoshui again.

At this moment, her heart only has life and death and victory and defeat, nothing else.

Because it's pure, it's powerful.

Shi Luoshui's expression was slightly more solemn, she held Jiuxuan in one hand, and tapped the void with the other, the white night flower bloomed with her heart, and her figure flashed with the white night flower as a node, and soon appeared hundreds of zhang away.

......

A witch, a witch, shifts the battlefield to a hundred feet away.

As a result, the sword roar in the field became clearer and clearer, and the demon army below couldn't stand it, so they could only retreat to the periphery again and again.

Liu Wuxie's brows furrowed, this was the first time he had frowned since he appeared, not because it was difficult to understand, but because he thought that he was at his age, this cultivation realm, he was definitely not as strong as him, so he was a little unhappy.

But strength has never been defined by realm and age, how could he stupidly wait until Su Fu was ready, the scene was reflected in his pupils, and the finishing touches unfolded again, in his eyes, since those red rivers were Su Fu's spirit spirits, as long as these spirit spirits were broken, what other means could he have?

A monk, at least below the immortal realm, the spirit is all he has.

As a result, the distorted red river in his pupils suddenly turned into nothingness, and at the level of the present world, the red river that was sucked by the sword finger really disappeared. But the behemoth of the spirit contained in this red river was beyond Liu Wuxie's expectations, his face was slightly pale, and he was a little overconsumed, although it was only fleeting, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He has paid some price, Su Fu is naturally even more miserable, most of his essence and spirit have been cut off, he snorted, and his demeanor withered, but his eyes are still so bright and spirited.

There is a way in the preface, once the monk is promoted to the void, the essence and spirit will be unified into the divine pill, and there is no longer any need to follow the meridians, and it will naturally be powerful. But there is really no monk like Su Fu, who dares to release all his essence and spirit, and there is no monk like Su Fu, who has a hundred and eight stars and stars to continuously replenish his consumption.

The power of the stars can be turned into aura, and the power of faith can be turned into the power of the heart, so the scene that Liu Wuxian expected did not appear, and the sound of the sword still sounded at a certain frequency.

Liu Wuxian finally began to get serious, in his opinion, Su Fu was really different.

When he became serious, a strange beast roar suddenly appeared between the heavens and the earth, and this beast roar contained terrifying coercion, making the legs and feet of all the demon clans below tremble, and their faces turned pale.

It has nothing to do with courage, this is the purest bloodline suppression, there is no doubt that only the purest high-ranking demon clan can issue such coercion.

The beast's roar comes from Liu Wuxie, and the coercion naturally comes from Liu Wuxie, an ancient and vast breath, at this moment, it is like a king in the world!

Under this breath, the sword roar seemed insignificant, very small, like a candle flame in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

But like the cold plum in the wind and snow, the sword is still clear and cold, still tenacious and persistent.

Liu Wuxie didn't know when there was a touch of evil aura between his eyebrows, and his figure suddenly flashed away, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the top of Su Fu, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to be darkened, because it was not only Liu Wuxian who pounced on Su Fu, but also the ancient beasts that had gradually taken shape.

Unfortunately, Su Fu is not just a monk who holds the void, he is also the only human demon handsome in the real world, his law body is extremely strong, and when it is too late, it is too fast, when the ancient beast is pressed down like a giant mountain, the galactic vision that has not moved has been moved, paving layers of barriers to block the attack of the ancient beast.

Almost no one can accurately describe this scene, because the galactic vision was shattered with just one blow, and in front of the ancient beasts, it seemed that even a single resistance was in vain, and a sense of powerlessness rose in the hearts of the demon army watching the battle.

But it was only the kung fu of this blow, Su Fu seemed to be finally ready, and he moved.

Zheng Zheng!

The sound of the sword suddenly intensified, his hands were made sword fingers, and he continued to alternate with each other to make split, chop, chop, chip, stab, hook, and poke movements, in this process, the sword sound became more and more urgent, and the demon army below retreated farther and farther.

The strange thing is that when Su Fu's hands made those movements, there was an inexplicable white sword light that followed the sound of the sword, and when it crossed the aura in front of Liu Wuxian, there would always be a crisp sound of gold weapons clashing, as well as the sound of sharp blades cutting metal, and all kinds of chaotic sounds interacted with each other.

But the sound of the sword was always clear and powerful, like the sound of a peerless divine soldier who was independent in the world, trying to get out of the sheath.

In the process of unsheathing, Su Fu's sword fingers danced almost without pause, one move after another, without any vacancy, one ring after another, Liu Wuxian was hit by this stormy attack for a while, and retreated.

Su Fu's sword finger could be broken every time he was about to gather momentum, although it could not cause him any damage, but it made him seem as if he was falling behind, his expression did not change at all, and he calmly endured the storm.

Originally, in his heart, the ancient beast had completely descended, and the other party should have been crushed into dust by himself like an ant, instead of relying on inexplicable sword moves to make himself unable to gather.

Accurately hitting his weak points in an impossible situation and making his cohesion empty is really an extremely test of his mind, eyesight and courage, and he thinks he can't do it.

So gradually a faint killing intent lingered, like a sweet and pure wine, brewing a terrifying killing machine.

Whew!

The Ancient Beast seemed to feel his intentions, and the void suddenly shattered, emitting a terrifying muffled sound.

The beast's body was completely condensed at this moment, it looked like a dragon not a dragon, like a beast not a beast, like a divine beast Pixiu in ancient times, but it had unicorn horns, a large mouth in the blood basin opened slightly, and the huge pupils of indifference and ruthlessness stared at Su Fu coldly, only a slight shock to the body, and all the swords that hit it were scattered without a trace.

At the same time, Su Fu had a slight smile on his face: "The lion fights the rabbit and does his best, you always think that I can't pose a threat to you, so today I want you to see and understand, what is the opinion of the ant......"

Zheng!!

Almost as soon as the words fell, the moment the giant claws of the ancient beast grabbed it, a sword roar suddenly sounded between the heavens and the earth, different from the previous frequent whispering, this sword roar was so bright, blazing that the edge was exposed.

Because it was the sound that came from Su Fu's sword fingers.

Because that's the second form of the Xingyun Sword Technique:

"Twelve Yuanchen Voices ......"

PS: Saving manuscripts is a real luxury for me~~~~~~~~~~~