"You asked me to look at the two styles first because you already know a little about my swordsmanship. The Sword Saint put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, and said in a deep voice, "If you think this is fair, you don't have to, because I, ah, have already felt your sword heart!"

The uncertain sword armor on Luo Fan's chest slowly faded, and he saw that the placket on his chest revealed an inch-long scratch, Luo Fan stared at the scratch and said with a smile: "Haha, it seems that I have done this too much." ”

"It turns out that the two styles just now are actually the swordsmanship that Luo Fan deliberately revealed to the Sword Saint in order to strive for fairness. The girl named Fei Ying next to Cao Yunshang couldn't help but be surprised.

"And two more swords. The Sword Saint's tone was flat, but intentionally or unintentionally, it seemed that even his voice was filled with a sword aura as cold as a prison.

The sea breeze is like a knife, blowing out a piercing sword roar, just like countless invisible sword blades, and the surrounding pavilions, sword monuments and other qiē things are all blown out of dense scratches by this wind!

A few masters around were fine, but the guards of the Sword Pavilion could no longer support it, and they only heard a miserable scream when they landed, and they crawled to the ground to hide behind the cover.

"How about a different place?" the Sword Master said in a deep voice as he saw the situation around him.

"Good. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the Sword Master rise up in one step, jump to the top of the pavilion, and take another step, and flew into the vast sea outside the island like an arrow from the string.

Luo Fan's body is longitudinal, and his arms are wingspan, and he swept out like a big peng!

The rest of the crowd looked at each other, followed closely behind, and flew into the sea.

Walking all the way through the sea, I saw the waves surging under my feet, and the fierce sword intent stirred up the white waves to the sky, and the two of them seemed to change shapes. A moment ago, he had just left the island, and his figure flashed. In the distance, the island where the Red Mansion Sword Pavilion is located has gradually disappeared, and it is almost invisible!

Juggernaut stopped. Like an autumn leaf, it floats almost weightlessly on the rolling sea, rising and falling with the waves.

"Please. "He was slightly inferior before, but Luo Fan was still not sad or happy, and the success or failure of the moment could not shake his mind.

"Please" came out in a deep voice, no more human feelings, cold. It's like a blade that can hold thousands of years of frost and cold!

The sword master pressed his right hand on the sword body all the time, and with a flick of his fingers, the sword light came out of the sheath like a white dragon!

Absolute indifference, turned into the most concentrated, purest sword intent!

The blizzard was covered, and before the move was made, the surrounding airflow suddenly condensed!

At the same time, centered on where the two of them were, the waves churned under their feet. The strange gradually quieted down, and then froze still, and the deep cold sword intent turned the entire sea into an eternal layer of ice in an instant!

Like a dream, it's like a fantasy. In the icy and snowy realm, the sword master stood in the void, and the sword shadow was divided. It's the third move of the Ten Thousand Gods!

The purest is pure, despite who he is now. It's already extraordinary, but he's still just the one from Dongying. The most traditional swordsman, in order to pursue the highest level of kendo, abandoned a qiē swordsman!

Ruthless, no way, no body, no self, no heaven and earth, nothing but the sword!

If it is said that the realm of the Dao comprehended by the Sword Saint in the future is a sublimation in another sense, then the current Third Sword of the Ten Thousand Divine Tribulation is the ultimate peak that he has never shown in front of people!

It's as if when Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng were fighting, they abandoned the purest peak of distracting thoughts!

Luo Fan once mentioned several kinds of martial arts, only feelings, only swords, etc. Those who are only affectionate are extremely affectionate, and they are sincere to the Tao with the sword; those who are only with the sword, because they only have the sword, are only with the sword, and are pure from the sword.

And today's sword master, except for his dedication to the way of the sword, there is nothing else in his heart, only the way of the sword, pure and strong!

"The way of heaven, the two instruments of life and death. A touch of cold light came out of the sheath, and I saw Luo Fan swing his sword, and the snowflakes in the sky seemed to be moved by it, slowly spinning.

At first, the snowflakes that flowed with it were only a few moments, but with the light stroke of the clear blade, more and more ice and snow flowed with it, and it gradually turned into a huge and incomparably large ice and snow whirlpool!

The whirlpool became bigger and bigger, the wind and snow rolled more and more urgently, and finally it seemed as if the space was about to be crushed and collapsed, and the space around the whirlpool gradually distorted, faintly like the sound of thunder!

A group of masters who came to watch the battle, seeing these two people coping with the comings and goings, couldn't help but look slightly condensed, and their faces were different.

The Sword Saint took a step forward in the air, the sword shadow merged, and he swung his sword and slashed!

The sword qi and the whirlpool touched, but the wind and clouds dispersed, and the ice and snow opened in an instant! The incomparably condensed sword qi approached Luo Fan's face!

Suddenly, like a stroke of genius, silently, the blade of the Demon Suppression Sword quietly turned to touch the sword qi that was coming from the face between the snowflakes scattered in the sky!

Suddenly, unexpectedly, where the tip of the sword touched, the originally condensed sword qi dissipated like a snowflake!

Luo Fan, who was standing on the ice, fell with the blade of his sword, pointed obliquely at the ground, and was indifferent, it was "he is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills." He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river. ”

However, I saw Luo Fan suddenly turn his head away, and a wisp of sword qi swept through his hair, waving a few wisps of rippling black silk, if he hadn't dodged in time, Luo Fan would have hung up the lottery on the spot!

Or luck, although it is only a strand of hair, but the hair has no feeling, and it is the most difficult to control. However, in the face of the intact Sword Saint Liu Sheng Sword Shadow, this sword, Luo Fan lost one more point.

"Good martial arts, good swordsmanship!" Cao Yunsheng's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of heat.

"Damn, this person's swordsmanship has reached such a realm!" Tai Mad Sheng was also one of the spectators, and couldn't help but say angrily in his heart, "This sword discussion is really a failure, hateful, hateful!"

The competition between the two and how others think cannot affect the slightest.

"Myriad Tribulation!" shouted in a low voice, the three moves of the Myriad Tribulation have passed, and what is coming is the sword of defeat that has never appeared in the world!

I saw the sword master fall on the condensed sea ice, the long sword in front of him, lunge forward, step out of a strange sword momentum, both hands gathered the sword and condensed the fingers, the left hand sword slowly stroked down, and the right hand raised, point at the center of the eyebrows.

A pair of sword eyes slowly closed, and suddenly, the eyes of the sky seemed to close!

The scorching sun is dark, day and night are reversed!

I saw that the day turned to night in an instant, and the empty world spread, drifting thousands of miles, and disappeared one after another!

The earth cracks, the ice surges, the lightning flashes, the thunder! The world seems to be no longer the quiet and peaceful world it used to be, but a ruined apocalypse!

Only a soft, deep voice could be heard rising from the chaotic darkness!

"All things are swords! Gods, ghosts, demons and evil are swords! Ten thousand degrees of calamity, and the universe is full of swords!

A ruthless and pure sword, the ultimate absolute style!

The legendary sword that no one can prove, finally at this time, is about to be revealed in front of Luo Fan's eyes! (To be continued......