At the top of the lonely peak, there was a steady footstep, and the cliff looked back, which was the long-lost confusion in my heart.

The world of despair, the peak of Lingyun, two peerless swordsmen, meet here!

"A lifetime of defeat and a foolishness, don't ask in the sword stone! A hundred years of hard work and hatred today, and then change the tiger spirit for the sword soul!" "Walking in the mountains and forests, a low and deep voice came, vicissitudes, like the precipitation of the years, "In the past, I was arrogant and sworn to be the swordsman of the world." I won 999 games in a row, and no one ever took my ten moves, and I thought there was no opponent in the world!"

The sword intent spread invisibly, and the figure on the edge of the cliff slowly turned around, cold and ruthless, indifferently staring at the people coming from the forest, and slowly spoke: "Ren Jian." ”

I saw that the person who came had a rough face and was dressed in sackcloth, who was the sword of a thousand victories.

"The sword of a thousand victories, a defeat. Ren Jian's deep voice narrated the unforgettable past in the heart of the old carving, "From now on, I hate the sword, hate the sword, and abandon the sword, you are the biggest flaw in my life!"

"If I can't defeat you, I won't be able to get back my lost self, let alone ......" Ren Jian's gaze swept down the desolate earth under the cliff, and a trace of anger appeared imperceptibly in the tiger's eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Go and step on the ...... Higher pinnacles!"

"Sword, how can I be more pure after purity, can you unravel my confusion?" The words of the Sword Master were still so plain.

"No, you can't. Ren Jian replied in a deep voice, "The Tao is realized by yourself, not by others, and you have been invincible, and now, you should return it to me!"

The sword was furious. With the sonorous words, the fierce sword wind swept wildly. The flames burned, burning. It's not just a lonely cliff, but also a fiery sword heart!

"Huh-?" The Sword Master held down the blade of the sword, facing the peerless swordsman who was not equal, the sound of the sword of Qingyue showed the surging battle intent in his heart!

With a shock from the inside, the waist sword tiger sword came out of the sheath, and the sword light swirled, falling into the palm of his finger in the raging sword wind!

Fire, like madness. For a time, it was like a tiger swallowing mountains and rivers!

Heart, tranquility, the sword saint said indifferently: "Sword, it is indeed self-proven, please." ”

"Look at the sword! Drink!" The tiger roared and opened the clouds, only to see the blade of the sword in Ren Jian's hand turn, stabbing into the ground in front of him!

One by one, the sword roared, and the sword qi was like a broken bamboo. The earth cracks, and a huge rift strikes the Juggernaut!

With the crack of the ground came a furious and endless sword qi!

With a flick of his fingers, the cold light came out of the sheath. The sword danced wildly like wind and thunder, and the oncoming sword qi was instantly shattered! The figure of the sword master burst out, and two peerless famous swords clashed. Burst out with the brightest brilliance in the world!

One sword contact at a time, a thousand swordsmen. As if back in the past, Ren Jian vaguely remembered that he was in the past, and his undefeated self-confidence spread in his chest little by little!

......

A bleak world, a turbid world.

The loss of ordinary people and human nature are lost in the **, the world is no longer the world, and the warriors who are more determined than ordinary people are ruthlessly pursued and killed by the soldiers under the Xuan Tapir Seat.

Tianni Peak, surrounded by heavy troops, the water is impassable!

On the coast of the East China Sea, the crane Saki is the number one killer under the Xuan Tapir seat, and the thorny wolf is cornered at night, and he does not know whether he lives or dies in the sea.

Hell Island was destroyed, the four extraordinary people were captured, and the sin sword was seriously injured and captured.

......

In just two months since its arrival, the Central Plains martial arts have almost been cornered!

Yu Wei even forced the Jingtianzong who was active in the Central Plains, Canghai Gujian and others to look at the wind and surrender, except for some hidden power figures, the original Central Plains to fight against the demon world of people and horses, now a large number of losses in the hands of the knowledge world!

The land south of the Yangtze River is raining a lot, and it is already a little powerless to deal with the demon world, at this time, the knowledge world has swept the Central Plains strongly, and the Ochre Shan Army and others are also in a dangerous situation at this moment!

The soldiers and horses of the world of knowledge are no longer as virtual and difficult to understand as they were in the world of knowledge at this time, as if they were an unreal dream.

One by one, they incarnate as real "people", at least, in the flesh.

The feeling of aggression, the great victory, can really make people crazy, high fighting spirit, spread on the battlefield, they today, just to capture the Central Plains martial arts, now dare to resist the last few people, Ochre Shan Army, Ximen Hanzhao, Donggong Shenxi.

The army pressed the border, the disparity was crushed, and the army of 10,000 people was forced to the last desperate situation.

The fiery red robe, showing the ambition of the ruler of the realm like fire, the army shook the front of the road parted, and the burly figure slowly stepped out of it.

"Do you have any last words?" The indifferent eyes forced the three people who were under siege, it was the three of Ochre Shanjun, Ximen Hanzhao, and Donggong Shenxi.

......

The faint fragrance of grass, mixed with the fragrance of the soil after the rain, is a quiet that is not seen much.

The lake is shining, reflecting the lush mountains, and there are figures in white.

White-dressed, white-haired, spotless as snow.

"Are you ......" Luo Fan stepped forward suspiciously, looking at the man in white who had stopped him from killing.

"The three-foot autumn water is not clean, and the world is unparalleled. The man groaned softly, and then slowly turned around, "Fan Sword Immortal, aren't you looking for me?"

White eyebrows, white hair, inexhaustible vicissitudes of the world, silver crowns, the snow-like silver filaments neatly tied, free and easy but with a unique pattern, like an immortal who has seen through the world, the years, but can not leave traces on his face, like a teenager.

Under the sword eyebrows, his blazing eyes were a little kind, his appearance was not particularly handsome, however, he stood so idlely, without deliberate embellishment, but he had a graceful bearing, as mellow and fragrant as fine wine.

"Sword Immortal Trace?" Luo Fan looked at it indifferently, and then spoke.

"Exactly. ”

The Central Plains is dying, and the world is even more dangerous, at this moment, the master of the Daomen, the rare swordsman who has been searched for many times by the Sword Pavilion, has finally reappeared in the world!

......

The ultimate of kendo, the highest place, always can't accommodate too many people! Because the high place is always the narrowest!

The dangerous peak, catharsis the ultimate peak of sword fighting.

Ren Jian completely gave up the defense, and the fierce offensive was one after another, like a raging wave, surging!

"Heartbreaking, gallant roaring thunder!" The sound was like thunder on the ground, the figure was instantaneous, and the extremely fast and fierce sword was flawless with the sword saint's hand!

"Boom!"

The strong wind is pressing, the huge force is pressing, Liu Sheng Sword Shadow can't help but retreat half a step, and the next move of Ren Jian is complete!

"Look, this is the last style I created to defeat you!" The sword turned, and the momentum continued to rise in each sword, and finally reached a supreme peak at this time!

"Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation!" Sword Saint was shocked in his heart, and after the sword was back, he jumped into the clouds, and it was already the starting style of the Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation! (To be continued......