The scenery that appeared in front of him was an old scene for Xu Yan.

At the end of his field of vision, there is a hazy old town town, but in this world, the wind and rain do not move, only the big river under his feet, flowing slowly, this is also the only thing in the red candle sword, not completely still.

The scenery in front of him, Xu Yan felt familiar and abnormal, the reasons included that he had already been here once when he duel with Zhou Xian before, and secondly, when he stood by this Broken River Pavilion, although the scenery in front of him was completely different from the scenery in the Red Candle Sword, he vaguely found its former appearance through this big river.

The river is the Yellow River, which originated from the tip of the pot and stretched for more than 800 miles in Lingzhou.

The fame of the Yellow River comes from the power of the one who saved hundreds of people in a huge flood a hundred years ago, but this is only for the people who have been favored by him in Lingzhou, and for the Zhou family, the significance of his appearance is even more far-reaching, because without him, there would be no such family of cultivators a hundred years later.

Zhou Manyuan is suspended above the river at the moment, just like Zhou Xian at the beginning, but there is no doubt that compared to his son, the dangerous aura he is carrying at this moment will be more than several times.

Ah Shui, who was at the top of Yingxing Tower, couldn't help frowning when he saw Zhou Manyuan using the power of the sword spirit, this kind of move is a big killing move for the sword cultivators of the Middle Three Realms, but for the sword cultivators of the Upper Three Realms, such a method can basically only be regarded as chicken ribs, because if he is not defeated by the other party, then it is very likely that he will end up stealing chickens and rice, moving stones to hit his feet, and even his own sword will change hands.

Whether Xu Yan will be Zhou Manyuan's opponent, Ah Shui, who was standing on the top of the tower and watching, could not be sure, but what he could be sure of was that Zhou Manyuan had not yet shown any real killing intent at this moment, which couldn't help but make Ah Shui temporarily have the intention of continuing to watch the battle.

Seeing Zhou Manyuan suspended above the Yellow River like a fantasy out of thin air, Xu Yan, who was dozens of zhang away, did not have the slightest fear, he looked at the other party coldly, but he couldn't help but think in his heart that it would be good if he could also use the power of the sword spirit.

But it's a pity that with his current kendo cultivation, he can't do it at all.

Zhou Manyuan said in a deep voice: "You can take the two swords in front of me so easily, I have to say that your strength is enough to impress me, and at the same time make me feel very surprised, but in the next last sword, I will not have any more hands, whether you can succeed or not depends on your own creation!"

The voice fell.

Zhou Manyuan no longer hesitated, only to see his originally empty right hand, as soon as he grabbed it into the void, a giant sword was torn off by him in mid-air, and then held it tightly in his hand.

"Breath is like a hanging river!"

Zhou Manyuan held the giant sword, snorted lightly in his mouth, and then slashed at Xu Yan, who was more than thirty zhang away.

Such a distance is not far, but it must not be considered close, however, after Zhou Manyuan used this, the Yellow River water flowing under Xu Yan's feet instantly turned into a sword qi and rolled towards the latter crazily, and at the same time, accompanied by the water of the Yellow River that was transformed into a sword, on the three-foot sword in Zhou Manyuan's hand, the same sword qi slashed towards him.

The two sword qi are like the water of a great river,

This is the real means to maximize the power of the sword spirit, and it can even be said that once someone is in the sword, it is equivalent to falling into the cage of the sword wielder, and the only way to win is to break this cage and break this world.

Xu Yan saw the sword qi attacking him, and his subconscious sense of crisis about life and death instinct arose spontaneously from his heart.

Zhou Manyuan's sword is completely different from when Ah Shui killed.

When Ah Shui kills people, it is his own trick, when a sword is out, a sword is over, and it will not set off too much momentum and waves;

Xu Yan spread his hands like an eagle and flew backwards quickly.

It was the only way he could think of it right now.

In the blink of an eye, he swept straight out for hundreds of zhang, but the two long rivers of sword qi that sealed all his escape space in front of him were equally in hot pursuit, without the slightest intention of weakening, on the contrary, the longer he fled, their aura became more and more powerful.

"Where can you escape?" Zhou Manyuan looked at Xu Yan who was constantly flying out, and then said sarcastically: "This world was created by me, no matter how you retreat, you are just going around in this space, to tell you the truth, you have no choice but to go to the hard connection." ”

When Xu Yan heard him say this, for some reason he suddenly remembered the scene when he first entered the Fuyao Sword.

At that time, he went to a vast wasteland, where there was nothing, and he was allowed to walk and walk, and in the end he only went in circles.

Xu Yan recalled these in his mind, but the movements in his hands did not stop, directly converging the martial arts true qi in his body, and slammed into the opponent's sword qi with one palm, however, this is enough to be comparable to a martial artist who has cultivated in the late stage of the realm, and the mountain-destroying palm that he used all his strength to destroy the mountain, but in the end, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and disappeared directly into the two big rivers in front of him, disappearing between this heaven and earth, as if a tiny stone, thrown in a huge lake, and did not make much movement.

Xu Yan saw that he slapped his palm in the air, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, the current situation was a scene he had never expected.

A martial arts cultivation is useless, so how should he be able to match it at this moment?

As a last resort, Xu Yan could only take out the 'Yandang' from the storage bag and snatch it from Li Ku's father, and then make a sword with his hand, and cut it out from afar.

The shot is the seven-star sword technique, the seventh style.

A silver thread quietly lit up from the long sword in Xu Yan's hand, and then this silver thread swelled into a huge white rainbow, slashing head-on towards the long river of sword qi above his head.

Bai Hong and Changhe collided with each other.

Rolling up the sky full of sword qi, it exploded violently in this space.

The white rainbow fell everywhere.

Xu Yan opened his eyes and looked at his tentative and powerless sword, but saw that he had cut off the other party's hanging river with a sword.

Isn't the other party bluffing?

Seeing that he had cut off the other party's sword qi with one sword, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, but then, he dispersed this naïve thought, because he saw that the other party's sword qi was cut off by himself, and it didn't take a moment for him to slowly condense together.

This is undoubtedly a very strange scene.

When the sword qi is cut off, it can still heal on its own, which makes any cultivator in the world who sees this will inevitably be surprised and stunned.

Xu Yan saw that after the other party's sword qi was healing, he continued to press towards him quickly, and finally couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart.

He looked coldly at the star-like Zhou Manyuan in the distance, and without hesitation, he directly threw the wild goose in his hand at him.

A sword is like a shooting star.

In an instant, it flew hundreds of feet.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhou Manyuan, who was in the distance and never showed the slightest sign of moving.

Zhou Manyuan saw a sword light flying towards him, and a sneer flashed on his face, in his opinion, Xu Yan's actions were no different from throwing swords indiscriminately after Qian Donkey's skills were exhausted, and he was lucky, but he wanted to use a flying sword to nail him here, but it was wishful thinking.

However, when Zhou Manyuan easily blocked this sword, and even grabbed the control of the long sword thrown by Xu Yan in his hand, his face changed suddenly.

Because of the sword in his hand, he also knows it!

"You really killed Li Yang!" Zhou Manyuan was shocked in his heart and said in a deep voice.

His voice was obviously not loud, but it clearly resounded in this world and fell into Xu Yan's ears.

Li Yang, the current family of the Li family, the four major families in Wangchuan City, is almost the same as Zhou Manyuan in strength, and they are only half a foot away from the seven-story building, but this half foot has become an insurmountable gap for many people, but since Xu Yan can kill Li Yang and win this Yandang, why is he so hard to support in his hands?

A huge question appeared in Zhou Manyuan's heart.

But obviously, Xu Yan still won't give him any explanation.

The two long rivers had completely pressed on his head and feet at this moment, and Xu Yan could feel that he had no way to retreat.

At this moment, as Zhou Manyuan said, he had no other way but to connect head-on.

Xu Yan exhaled lightly, and in his deep eyes, a trace of imperceptible killing intent flashed.

He controlled the true qi of the martial arts to transform into a golden armor and blessed it outside his body, and then, his own consciousness was all concentrated in the two qi mansions in his body, and the qi mansion that warmed and nurtured his natal flying sword.

Ever since he learned the swordsmanship from the cardinal and let Fuyao truly recognize the master, Xu Yan has been letting the flying sword be kept warm in the Qi Mansion, and it has never been interrupted during the period, until he was forced out of ammunition by Zhou Manyuan at this moment, he summoned Fuyao from the Qi Mansion for the first time.

A flash of red light flashed.

The flying sword, which looked to be only the size of a thumb, quietly drilled out from the center of Xu Yan's eyebrows, just like when Bai Bing took the sword.

Xu Yan controlled Fuyao to change back to a three-foot appearance, holding it tightly in his hand, but he still couldn't help but be a little surprised by the changes that had taken place in it.

It was red, bloodstained, and had a strong aura of murder.

"Whether you can break the enemy with one sword is up to you. ”

Xu Yan felt that he and Fuyao were becoming more and more closely connected, and he secretly thought of joy in his heart.

He held the sword in one hand, wearing golden armor, and it looked like a man from heaven had raised the sword in his hand, and just after he raised his hand, around him, a burst of sword intent rose out of thin air.

Xu Yan's face showed a thick look of difficulty, but he still raised his hand to shake it and cut it out of the air.

A sword, a thunderbolt.