Xie Junhe heard a heart-rending roar, only to see that in the whirlwind like the earth shaking the mountains, a stream of murderous sword qi penetrated Lin Jiansheng's thick body, and he was dressed in green clothes, which had been soaked in several blood holes, but he never retreated half a step. The bloody face turned around at the moment of falling, and looked deeply at Xie Junhe.

The soft double swords are like butterflies dancing, Chu Yifan is deeply rooted in the essence of the feather sword, and the skill of flying and treading the waves may not be under Chu Tao. When the surging sword qi swept in, I saw him rise up, leaping like an eagle, swooping down, like a rainbow that pierced the sun. The sword clouds shone brightly, rushing towards the white shadows, freeing Xie Junhe from the suffocating siege.

But in an instant, his sword was immediately swept into the whirlpool. Only a few "ding, ding, ding" sounds were heard, and several gaps had been left in his blade, and the speed of his sword plummeted. Streams of sword light spread horizontally across his body, stirring up patches of blood light. No matter how good the light skill is, it can't escape the dense pear flower sword array. Xie Junhe watched him rush to his side with difficulty, cutting out a bloody path, but together with the broken sword, he was bloody.

The hammer is swung like a mountain and a sea, and every impact is like an earthquake. Iron Hammer Zhang's arm strength is second to none on the south bank, but at this moment, facing the raging pear blossom sword formation like the tide, he can't help but weaken his legs. Niu Er, the long knife is directed, destroying the withered and decaying. Patches of white withered pear blossoms like blood. However, in the face of more and more white-clothed holy envoys, he was unable to do anything in the end.

There is also Xiao Ke, who is only nineteen years old, and many more flesh and blood who are not very famous, there is no shortage of warriors on the south bank, but when the warriors encounter such an arrogant sword, they are greeted with only one destruction. They were all covered in scars.

One by one, the vivid shadows were trapped in the sword light and devoured, and the eager hearts were cold with the boiling blood. Last night, Xie Junhe joked in front of these people: After the war, drink with everyone, so that the stingy head of Chu who is reluctant to drink not only has to break the bank, but also has to pour wine for them. This is the only ruffian who dares to make Chu Tao's jokes, and while everyone laughs, no one dares to take what he said seriously, but everyone knows that Xie Junhe has sworn seriously this time.

In the face of life and death, no one will waste time on bending to meet the situation.

But too many people can't seem to wait for their vows to be fulfilled......

"Xie Junhe, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken!" Konoha's green snake sword rolled up again, and the snow-bright blade reflected the sky like a pear blossom in the sky, and like a dense ice arrow falling from the sky. It's a bunch of fanatics who don't want to die.

"Weigh yourself, maybe the fish is dead, and the net is not broken. Xie Junhe sneered and leaned forward, and the remnant sword had swept away. In his heart, an old and mysterious voice flashed: "There is no root and no dust, and it stretches from bending." Qi sinks with the heart, flows the world, is fixed like a rock, and moves like a wind. The avenue is right, and heaven and man are one. ”

His heart suddenly brightened, and he understood Chu Tao's difficulties, as a leader, it was bound to be difficult. There was no other thought in his mind - he had to win, just like when he faced Zhao Haijun on the north shore, in order to keep the people around him alive. All the clamor was no longer in his ears. The resentment and indignation faded. Gradually, he could only see Konoha and the scarred sword in his hand.