Last time, I said: The three-color gate rose again, and the battle of the heirs of the older generation of swordsmen finally began.

The equatorial fire fairy behind Kun Lu said in a low voice, "Kun Lu, have you really decided to go through the red passage alone?"

"Of course, this is a fateful battle that my master has hoped for all his life, and I must not back down. Kun Lu's eyes were cold, and he said without looking back.

As he spoke, Kun Lu had already strode towards the entrance of the Red Passage.

Chi sighed helplessly, and then said to Ziyou, "What about us?"

Zi You blinked his eyes, and after a little thought, he said: "The red personality is very aggressive, I don't think he will play any tricks." As for the worm and Shen Yi on the other side, they are a combination, and they will not go separately, fairy, you are injured, I think it is better for me to go with you. ”

"That's a good point. The Equatorial Fire Fairy scratched his head and thought for a while, and said, "However, the 'Yan Yin Combination' is good at using sound waves to carry out range attacks, and we may meet at the beginning when we walk together, and the two of us will not have an advantage over one person at that time." ...... That's why I said let's go separately, as long as we can ensure the safety of one person at the beginning, then that person can use the sneak attack tactic to knock out the 'Yan Yin Combo' at once. ”

Ziyou slightly wrinkled the corners of her beautiful eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "But fairy, your current body is not suitable for fighting a tough battle." ”

The Equatorial Fire Fairy grinned, snapped his fingers and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't mess around." I will surrender and leave it to you when necessary. ”

As he spoke, Chi patted Ziyou's shoulder and said "Come on" with a sunny face. He walked into the Blue Passage alone.

As a result, the three of them went separately?Zi You smiled bitterly slightly, then cheered up and bravely entered the purple passage.

"It's here!" the announcer, who had been waiting for the result, screamed again: "The three contestants of the 'Four' once again chose to act separately, as if they were deliberately imitating our 'Thunderstorm Group', this reckless choice makes me get goosebumps! ”

The emotions of the audience were mobilized again, and the entire Supreme Arena suddenly resounded with endless shouts, in this sea of frenzy, Zhao Hu looked back and found Miss Wanhua, so he hurriedly went over to invite Miss Wanhua to enter the exclusive logistics seat to watch.

On the Western Side Battle God Domain. After a burst of golden light. Kunlu had been smoothly transported into a large canyon. If the audience with a good memory takes a closer look: they will know that this is the last time the Yunlong Childish Curtain fought with the "countdown group" led by Yuan Soul Tianyi.

It's this ten-mile valley again, and it's the echo of the endless empty valley. Between the gusts of yin wind, the tips of Kunlu's hair danced lightly. Standing up with his sword on his back, Kun Lu, who felt something, raised the corner of his eyes and stared at the clouds in the "first line of sky".

-- Last night. Kunlu dreamed of that strange dream again. But this time, Kunlu carried out the dream strongly. He saw a tall, powerful figure that eventually lifted the body from his body. In the sun, he hugged him tightly into his arms.

Kun Lu's heart was hot, and he couldn't help but clench the love sword in his hand. Xindao: This battle must not be lost!

A cold wind suddenly blew across the ten-mile valley. Between the dead leaves flying and the crows chirping, a swordsman in a coarse cloth with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth walked towards Kunlu step by step.

Kun Lu looked sideways: crazy in his eyes, arrogant in his sword, and a wicked smile at every step. The ghost is silent, the tiger is silent, and the sword is not polite.

The game has just begun, and the two top two in the ten-mile valley have inevitably stood on the battlefield of fighting.

The blue-clothed swordsman was red-footed and stepped on the broken sand, and stopped ten steps away from Kun Lu. Gritting his teeth and relieving a breath of blood mist, he looked around and said, "There are few idle noises in the secluded path here, and if I kill you by mistake, I think you will be satisfied here." ”

"It's not helpful to say more. Kun Lu's eyes were cold, and he said intently: "Let's do it!"

"Ha, I'm still so untalkative. Blush grinned, then restrained her smile and pulled her face down. The sword intent surged, and the red man held the scabbard with one hand, and rested lightly on the hilt of the sword with the other hand, pressing down on his knees, and slowly bent his back down.

This pose is a sword draw pose!

Kunlu's eyes changed, causing the tips of his blue hair to shake slightly.

"Cut. ”

grinned disdainfully, then Kun Lu held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, and then took a sword-drawing posture.

The audience was amazed, and the announcer hissed and shouted, "Wow, wow, wow, it's amazing." It is worthy of a competition between swordsmen, and it seems that at the beginning there will be a sword drawing contest of 'slow hands and half a point'! ”

The cold wind gradually rose in the ten-mile valley, and between the flying dead leaves, Kun Lu and Hongzha stepped forward step by step, bringing the other party into their own attack range step by step, and at the same time sending their own lives to the sword.

Zhao Hu, who was in the exclusive logistics seat, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "You can almost feel the friction of the sword qi between the master and the Cangyi swordsman with the naked eye, it is really a scene of nine deaths and a life." ”

Miss Wanhua on the side had her heart skipping and couldn't help but fold her hands.

An old and deep voice said behind Zhao Hu: "Yes, the two of them have narrowed the distance between their drawn swords too closely, wait a minute, whoever is half a minute slower, will really die on the spot." ”

Zhao Hu was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head to face the old man who came behind him at some point. This old man is dressed in Mai, and a single-edged sword is hung on his waist, which is the old swordsman Han Boxin.

Zhao Hu sneered and said, "Old man, are you ......?"

Han Bo smiled calmly and said, "The swordsman in blue clothes on the field is my unfilial apprentice, little friend, can I watch the battle here?"

Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to refuse. Han Boxin gathered his sword qi and transformed it, and a little white cold light bloomed from his eyes, which made Zhao Hu's back and bones chill.

Zhao Hu hurriedly faced the stereoscopic display and said in a low voice: "Yes, follow the old man's convenience." ”

Returning to the Battle God Domain, Kun Lu and Zhihong pressed the distance between the two to less than a foot step by step, and then sank down and stopped, no longer speaking vainly, and the valley was silent for a while. But the two of them are by no means ordinary monks who have entered the meditation, but secretly cultivated to the best level. The proof of this is that the sword qi on their bodies is spurting out of their swords and eyes, rustling against them in places that mortals cannot hear.

Everything is silent.

But suddenly, as if a hint from heaven, a strong wind suddenly blew across the valley. The two swordsmen in the flying sand and rocks roared at the same time, huh!

The two swords flashed faster than a meteor, and no one in the arena could tell who was fast and who was slow, only two cold lights flashed, followed by the sound of the two sword blades breaking through the air and screaming into one, forcing the air around them. Just when people couldn't come back to their senses, only those with outstanding material and talent could distinguish a silver-white spark in the shadow of this sword suddenly exploded, as if tearing through this space. (To be continued......)