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The wind blew the robes of the four of them rattling.

Immediately, Ying Wuque was shocked to discover that a strand of hair fell from his forehead inexplicably, and Jiang Zhiyun, the second elder of Zhudao Hall, also pulled it behind him at this moment!
At the same time, the dignified Ying Tianhong slashed forward angrily!

This knife pierced through the void and was soul-stirring. When the light of the knife suddenly appeared, it had already dispersed all the mist gushing out from the surroundings, and a shocking knife light that was drawn in the air forced out the hidden path in the wind. figure!

This move is the first cut of Tianwen in the Eight Jue of Heavenly Swords.

It was also at the moment when that figure appeared, the breeze that blew past was like a violent giant wave, and under the traces it passed by, there were traces of imperceptible sword aura hidden deep in it!
When the huge wave hits, it has formed an unrivaled storm of swords!
Mimetic Eight Methods · Diving into the Great River!

boom--!
When two extremely powerful saber techniques collide, there are also two powerful saber movements rising up!

At this moment, the dust was flying, and the buildings shrouded in the light of the knife were all destroyed. In the violent sand fog, Ying Tianhong and the four still stood in place, and their eyes all looked at the figure in front of them.

"Feng Mo."

Ying Tianhong took a deep breath, even with his city, it was hard to hide the shock in his eyes at this moment.

He regarded Wangyou Ghost City as an enemy early in the morning, so he naturally clearly investigated the information of the people around Qin Fan, and the information of the man in front of him who had fought against his son had been piled up in his intelligence database. .

But it was all wrong.

Based on the fight just now, Ying Tianhong knew that all the information could be discarded, and he wished he could hang the elder who investigated the information in Zhudaotang directly to death!
"how is this possible!"

What was more difficult to accept than Ying Tianhong was Ying Wuque. He knew that he had stepped into a trap before, although he was nervous, he was not so excited.

But now the red sleeve knife in his hand began to tremble slightly.

Ying Wuque's eyes widened, and he carefully identified the black-clothed man with a stern face in front of him, and his eyes focused on the blade he was holding in front of him.

The knife is slightly short, the blade is jet black, and there is a faint silver light on the edge of the knife, reflecting a cold moonlight, just like a nobleman wearing a black long coat and drinking wine under the moonlight.

At this moment, he subconsciously blurted out:
"What a handsome knife."

Belatedly, he remembered when he was fighting with Feng Mo, the other party saw his evaluation of the Dusk Rain Red Sleeve Knife.

【Your knife is beautiful. 】

Yes, only a real swordsman will praise a knife with the purest emotion.

Now his eyes are similar to Feng Mo at that time, there is no so-called greed and longing, but there is a kind of admiration for a swordsman seeing a peerless sword.

He should have thought of it earlier.
And Feng Mo, who stood alone in front of the four of them, did not say a word, his body bowed slightly, and when the dagger was hanging across his chest, the wind blew up all over his body, and the roaring tornado hit the target he was looking at directly!

At the same time, I saw Feng Mo stepping on his right foot, and the air waves aroused surged towards him, and his elegant body turned into an afterimage. At the moment when he swept up into the sky, the swift and fierce knife light was hidden in the wind and sand, directly Hitting Tianhong's neck!

Dangdangdangdangdangdang——!
The rapidly changing pace, scattered figures, and then turned into a ubiquitous storm!

Small knife-breaking step-step to kill · broken dreams!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the two figures escaped from the sight of the Elder Wandu Palace, Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque at an extremely fast speed!

All they could faintly notice were two terrifying saber movements that were constantly rising!

"Senior, Elder Jiang, aren't you going to help father?"

Ying Wuque's eyes were full of extreme longing, he wanted to witness this battle with his own eyes, and at this moment he even forgot his own situation.

He just felt that as a swordsman, if he couldn't see the pinnacle of the swordsman's battle, it would be the most regrettable thing in his life!
At the same time, he also knew that with his strength, he was not even qualified to watch the battle.
Just looking at the moment when the flying rocks strayed into the fighting range of the two, they turned into dissipated powder. Ying Wuwei knew very well that if he rushed forward recklessly, the same result would be the same.

He was not afraid of death, what he was afraid of was that he would be chopped into pieces by the overflowing knife energy before he saw the confrontation between the two.

Hearing the excitement in Ying Wuque's words, it can even be said to be desperate fanaticism.

After the Great Elder of Wandu Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at each other, they shook their heads together.

Immediately, the two did not explain to Ying Wuque, but instead began to exchange the intelligence information they had just discovered.

"There is an enchantment here, which is constantly weakening our mental strength, and at the same time catalyzing a poisonous gas that attaches to our bodies. Once we are injured, we will be eroded by this poison."

The Elder of Wandu Palace took out a medicine bottle, took one by himself first, then poured out two and handed them to Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque.

Jiang Zhiyun took the pill, looked at it carefully, swallowed it, and said:

"Just now I used my mental power to transform into a thought blade, and when the hall master was fighting that Feng Mo, I directly attacked into the sky, but was wiped out by an invisible barrier.

This is not what the enchantment you said can resist. I suspect that outside of this enchantment, a stronger defensive enchantment or a trap is arranged!

And our enemies"

When saying these words, Jiang Zhiyun and the Great Elder of Wandu Palace suddenly held their breath, and looked solemnly towards the direction where the mist gathered again.

【Jueyin stepping on the mountain of corpses, the past is like an illusion; weeping and mourning, the shadow falls into the cold water, and there is no life and nirvana. 】

The moment the poem sounded, a violent sword energy rushed towards the position of the three of them like a huge flame dragon!

"This power. I'll come!"

The Great Elder of Wandu Palace knew that he had to deal with it, because this masculine and masculine sword energy can only be cut off with feminine kung fu!
Immediately after seeing the great elder's whole body surging with true energy, his skin was like dead wood at this moment!
At the same time, a shield of stellar energy burst out from his body, and when it collided with that sword light, [-]% of its strength was dissipated, and the remaining [-]% of its strength was crushed by the great elder with his bare hands!
"I heard that the Great Elder of Wandu Palace wiped out all the hidden dangers in the "Dead Wood Divine Art" of a ground level, and improved it to the sky level. Now it seems that it is really extraordinary."

[The dead wood magic skill comes from the "Huanhua Xijianlu" in the ancient system, and it is one of the seven great magic skills that have been extinct for a long time. People who practice this magic skill have completely numb their emotions and desires, and their actions cannot be judged by common sense.

After training to [-]% or [-]% heat, the whole body has been trained like a piece of wood. It is difficult for ordinary swords to hurt him, and it is difficult for treasure weapons to hurt him.

Moreover, the anti-shock power of this martial art contains femininity, and the femininity condensed by this dead wood magic is extremely vicious. Even if a first-class master is accidentally contaminated by the slightest bit, he will unconsciously fall into the Tao. Ordinary warriors will die at the touch of it. .No luck. 】

The figure of Shui Niesheng came out of the mist, and the Great Elder of Wandu Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at him seriously.

Dressed in gray, he looked a bit downcast. Although his face was handsome, the stubble on his chin of different lengths gave him an indescribable decadence.

But when the eyes of the two met theirs, the impression labels that had appeared in their minds were all erased.

Because those were a pair of eyes that were completely incompatible with his appearance and temperament, revealing his love for life and hope for the future.

But then the expressions of the two became more and more dignified.

Because the moment the gray-clothed man raised his sword finger, he became a sword, an extremely powerful divine sword that emerged from the lava of the volcano!
Shui Niesheng didn't have a weapon, and with the background of the ghost market today, he could build him a ten-handed or eight-handled earth-level magic weapon, and throw one with one.

But Shui Niesheng refused. He who practiced "Heavenly Sword Qi" has already condensed himself into a sword that is not afraid of any magical weapon in the world!

At the moment when he continued his vitality and cut off his retreat, any spiritual soldier who came into his hands would be injured by his special Heavenly Absolute Sword Intent.

At this time, the Great Elder of Wandu Palace took out a pair of iron gloves from the space ring, and the moment the gloves were taken out, streams of poisonous gas radiated to the surroundings.

But when he put it on, the poisonous gas released spontaneously merged into the glove, and a blue light appeared on the back of his hand.

Unlike Feng Mo, Shui Niesheng seemed to be a lot more talkative. Although his right hand was always in the shape of a sword finger, and his whole body was constantly gathering a powerful sword intent, he asked curiously.

"The Cyan Demon Hand who has reached the sky rank, right?"

The Elder of Wandu Palace had a gloomy expression on his face. After the war between good and evil came to an end, he did not show his face in the arena.

Whether it is the "Deadwood Divine Art", which has only been improved in the last ten years, or the Cyan Demon Hand who was promoted to the heaven rank some time ago, it is his trump card.

But now the enemy in front of him has exposed it mercilessly.

Then there is only one result, thanks to the fact that he still had a little fantasy before.

"Stone Willow Scorpion! Are you crazy! You know what you are doing!"

He didn't talk to Shui Niesheng, but after completely locking on the other party with his mental power, he suddenly shouted loudly.

Shui Niesheng shook his head helplessly.

"You want to wait for his response to judge his position?"

The eyes of the Great Elder of Wandu Palace were full of gloom. Not only did he want to determine the location of Shiliuxie, he also wanted to determine which one of the traps the other party used to restrain them was in the treasure room!
"Tian Suo Sancai Formation."

After meeting his eyes, Shui Niesheng seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said the answer directly.

"Master Wan Gong is one of the members who arranged this formation."

The figure of the Great Elder of Wandu Palace flickered, this result was undoubtedly the worst for him!
Because he knows that in order to build this formation, the three parties need to reach the same level to exert the strongest power, so how many people in the world can break through the sky lock three-talent formation set up by the three monsters who have reached the same level as Shiliuxie!
"One is Ghost Venerable, and who is the other!"

Shui Niesheng seemed to have lost his patience, and the curiosity on his face also disappeared.

"I thought you'd ask my name first."

The moment the voice fell, the condensed sword force was like a mountain pressing down on the three of them!

And the Great Elder of Wandu Palace condensed his fist strength, and with the help of the power blessed by the Green Demon Hand, smashed it to pieces with one punch!
"Right, that is it!"

Shui Niesheng took a deep breath. He has been silent for 30 years, and has been manipulated like a doll for 30 years. At this moment, he is eager for a battle, a battle that will determine the superiority and life and death!
All warriors who can break through the great masters are not martial idiots. They explore the peak of the road of martial arts all the way, and experience the surprises and touches brought by martial arts along the way!
It was Shui Niesheng who first set foot on this road to survive, and eventually fell indulging in the charm of martial arts.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

At this moment, he could clearly hear the powerful and rapid beating of his heart, followed by his unreserved eruption of true energy for the wedding dress!
boom--!
The terrifying hot waves instantly submerged the three of them, and they vaguely seemed to see a figure walking towards them step by step in the fiery sea of ​​flames!
Immediately, Shui Nirvana Sword Commander moved, and a column of crimson sword energy locked the three of them completely!

"Who are you!"

Seeing the other party revealing his true strength, the Great Elder of Wandu Palace, who barely scattered the sword energy, finally remembered to ask the other party's name!

"Water Nirvana."

When the words fell, Shui Niesheng, exuding the true energy of the sun, sank towards the position of the three like a round of sun falling to the ground!

"You back away!"

The Great Elder of Wandu Palace operated the dead wood magical skill to the limit, and the impact force from his body first repelled Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque, and then gathered the poisonous power of his fists to blast out!

boom--!
It is not inferior to the two-knife battle not far away, and even this momentary outbreak is even more likely to win!

I saw a terrifying air wave mixed with fiery true energy and strange poisonous energy spreading in all directions, and the magical mist that had just gathered was also directly defeated.

Jiang Zhiyun, who had just retreated to a ruin, immediately gathered his saber to block the strong impact of the aftermath!
"Young hall master, are you alright!"

When he turned his head, Ying Wuque's figure had disappeared.

This made him a little confused. Just now, he was shocked by the elder of Wandu Palace, and he kept holding Ying Wuque's arm. It took less than three seconds for him to let go of his hand. How could someone be in such a short time? time.
No, it is possible.
At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun's whole body was drenched in cold sweat. He knew very well that after breaking through to the Grand Master, it would take one step at a time. He didn't realize that the person who shot secretly was too strong, so strong that he was definitely not able to deal with it!

After he took a few deep breaths, Jiang Zhiyun, who was already calm, noticed that his mental power had been weakened to a certain extent.

Judging from Feng Mo's appearance, it was Wangyougui City who set up this trick, and he also vaguely guessed the identity of the previous messenger!

"The [Boundless Smoke of Melting Snow] in Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion, if you guessed correctly, the Zhang Yi just now was you in disguise, the flower falls in the dream·Bi Qingyun."

At this time, the mist rose again, and a delicate smile sounded from the invisible depths, followed by a clear footstep.
Jiang Zhiyun, who was already ready to strike the knife, suddenly stopped because what he heard was not one footstep, but two
In the opposite direction, which is also the depth where the mist emerged, there was also the sound of heavy footsteps resounding in his ears!

Gradually, the footsteps of the two merged into one, and this increasingly powerful voice seemed to beat Jiang Zhiyun's heart rhythmically.

Until the left first sounded a poem horn.

[Silver and jade bones, the dream does not know the sad autumn, and the frost hides Kyushu.The golden makeup is full of snow, the flowers fall on He Xiyue, and the pines and bamboos have no worries. 】

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun, whose nerves were stretched to the limit, finally saw clearly that the figure walking out from the left was exactly what he had guessed in his dream, Bi Qingyun!

Then there was another poem horn on the right.

[Dust returns to dust and there is nowhere to go, the world is not empty and the world is empty and rests alone, hate stays and forgets, and then returns to the world to laugh wildly. 】

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun only felt pressure doubled, because he saw the face of the person walking out from the right, and recognized the identity of this person through the information he learned in the Sword Making Hall.

"Impermanence of Poisonous Hands Zhang Guchen!"