Nightfall

> One hand stretched into the air. M ..

The hand is very stable, the thumb is strong, and the four fingers are slender, suitable for holding a sword.

But at this time, this hand didn't hold anything, just pointed at the big sword that broke into the sky.

A few very faint breaths were released from the fingers.

The great sword seemed to feel something, and began to tremble, and then oscillated up and down, left and right, with a larger and larger range, like a person bound by a rope, struggling non-stop.

Brother II looked at the big sword in silence, without any excess emotion on his face, just calm.

The great sword became more and more unsteady, and the people watching the battle in the wilderness even felt the fear from the swing of the sword.

The sword trembles more and more, the sword body gradually cracks, and then split again!

Only a few sounds were heard, and several sword shadows appeared in the air of dozens of feet high, and then turned into several sword rainbows, following the extremely round trajectory, and flew to the body of Brother Two.

Although the speed of the sword is fast and the blade is sharp, it has no intention of killing.

When a flying sword reached Brother II, it suddenly slowed down, and finally hovered in front of him. The sword shivered slightly, just like a very obedient child, waiting to be punished after doing something wrong.

Brother II stretched out his hand to hold the hilt, took off the flying sword, and inserted it into the land in front of him.

The word picking is very accurate, because he is not snatching, neither snatching, nor stealing. He just stretched out his hand casually and took off the flying sword from the air.

His movements are ordinary and natural, like picking a fruit from a treetop branch.

The second flying sword is here.

Brother II reached out and took it off, and inserted it into the land in front of him.

The third flying sword.

Fourth.

Fifth.

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Brother Two stood outside the Qingxia.

A huge iron sword was inserted in the field beside him.

Next to the iron sword, five swords were inserted.

It looks like a fence made of swords.

The five swords used to be a big sword from the sword pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty. They were built by Jian Bai, a sword saint, and he learned the style of the master. The effect is the former virtue, the natural power is extraordinary.

But after meeting Brother II, this great sword could only be split again, and then it was taken off in good faith.

Then it became a fence.

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The disciples of the Jiange, looking at the pictures of the Qingxia in the distance, were so shocked that they were at a loss, and later they found out that the sword of life was out of control and suffered a great deal from the sea. Wow spit and bleed.

In the Xiling Temple Joint Military Camp, there was also silence.

Especially those big people with deep realms have even more ugly faces. Only they know what it means for the seemingly understatement of the second brother picking a sword as a hedge ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~

The sword in the sword pavilion was forcibly separated again. It was a very unimaginable thing, and they were even more shocked. Instead, behind them, Brother Two took the picture of the five-handed sword.

Practicing is about manipulation, and the practitioner ’s control of the mortal creature begins with the natural heart, and each cultivator will use the most time and energy to strengthen the connection between himself and the mortal creature in his spiritual life. So this kind of manipulation. It is the strongest relationship in the practice world.

Even if the level of the realm differs greatly, it is difficult for the high-level practitioners to break the connection between the low-level practitioners and the mortal creatures, even if some really powerful major practitioners can do it by powerful means. At this point, I have never heard of anyone who can easily turn each other's mortals into their own.

The two senior brothers reached out and summoned the sword, the big sword split, and the five flying swords were ordered to go, and they surrendered. Obviously not destroyed by him. But he was conquered ... how did he do it?

In the shrine, the look on Ye Hongyu's face became a little weird. Two unnatural blushes appeared on the beautiful cheeks, and the starlight deep in the eyes became brighter and brighter, looking excited and alert.

"Someone in the world can see through the most subtle changes in the flow of heaven and earth! It turned out that before me and Ning Que, there was already a person with talent and fighting spirit in this world!"

In the face of the powerful sword of the Nanjin sword pavilion, the second brother did not choose the sword.

He chose to shoot.

He put out a hand.

One hand is enough.

However, the fighting at the Qingxia did not end there.

The big sword of the Nanjin sword pavilion is a combination of six swords.

At this time, five swords were inserted in the land in front of Brother Two, and one sword was missing.

Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged in the wilderness, and screamed.

The blood oozed out of the white cloth covering his eyes, and his thoughts burst out.

An extremely obscure sword shadow appeared on the blue sky, and then disappeared instantly. When the next moment appeared, it had already passed through the position of the second brother and came to the metal tent in front of the Qingxia!

With regard to the sword pavilion, there is no hope at all. With this great sword, you can defeat the second brother.

From the beginning, their purpose was to hide the last sword shadow with this sword.

After Liu Yiqing's eyes were cut and blinded by Ning Que, the sword heart became extremely pure and steady, and he could not see what made his perception of heaven and earth vitality extremely sensitive.

That paradoxical sword shadow, pierced Bei Gong Weiyang!

The previous charge of the temple cavalry has proved that the piano player Bei Gongweiyang is the key figure in this battle. Liu Yiqing's goal has always been him and the piano on his lap!

Sensing that success was right in front of him, the life sword seemed to have touched those tight strings. Liu Yiqing couldn't help being excited, and the howling was sharper.

His eyes were hurt by Ning Que at the side entrance of the academy, but he didn't hate the academy because it was a fair contest. He just wanted to beat the academy, even if only once, no matter who it was.

At the next moment, Liu Yiqing howl suddenly stopped.

Very complex emotions appeared on his face.

Because he felt that his own natal sword touched a lot of string-like silk.

But that is not a string.

Because there are too many silk threads.

More like a net.

A snare waiting for his own vote.

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The spirit of Bei Gong Weiyang has always been above the strings. He didn't pay attention to what happened on the battlefield, because Brother Two always stood there like a green hill, then he thought he must be safe.

So when Liu Yiqing's enigmatic and unspeakable sword shadow suddenly disappeared from the blue sky, flashed in the metal tent and appeared in front of him, he was startled when he was about to pierce his chest and belly.

As the oracle priest said, he and Simon did not confuse the practice of temperament. Even if he reached the Zhiming Realm, he still would not fight, so in the face of this flying sword, he had no way to deal with it.

Bei Gong Weiyang thought at this moment that he was really dying.

The next moment he remembered that there were many people around him, so he knew he shouldn't die.

He really did not die.

Seven elder sister Muyou's wrist was slightly raised, and the embroidery needle held between her fingers passed through the embroidered cloth.

Red thread on the embroidery needle. It has been hanging on the ground all the time, tied everyone's ankles and those metal rods, and with her movements, those who looked at the messy red lines also moved.

As soon as the red line moved, there were countless traces in the tent. Toughness like gold is born.

The phantom sword shadow, bound by countless breaths, suddenly turned into an insect thrown into the cobweb, and it was like a beast caught in a mud.

In the distance, Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged in the field, because the relationship between the life swords is more than anyone knows the situation he is facing at this time. He did not hesitate to try to recall the life swords.

Sword shadow. Because it was suddenly still, it finally showed its body. It was a very dim and delicate flying sword, and it was ready to retreat silently.

Brother Si is looking down at what is drawn on the sand table.

Feeling that the flying sword was about to leave, he raised his head, his fingers flicked, and a yellowish rune flew up, falling over the sword, and wrapped it up.

Liu Yiqing's strange sword is extremely sharp. At this time, he forcibly retreated under the control of his mind. With only a snort, a crack appeared in the yellowish rune paper. Fu Yi has not had time to fully explain.

But when the two meet, there is always a period of temporary rest.

Just then, an iron clip stretched out from the air next to it.

The iron clip opened and closed, gripping the flying sword and resting on the burning fire.

The blue hot flame instantly burned the rune paper wrapped around the sword.

A heavy hammer lifted high and then smashed heavily.

There was a loud bang.

The bleak and delicate but extremely tenacious and strange sword jumped and jumped up, as if it was painful.

This is the six brothers playing iron.

This is Six Brothers refining the sword.

This is the action he repeated throughout his life.

Even the hardest swordsman in the world cannot be more skillful and natural than his movements.

Therefore, there is no chance of refusing that strange sword.

It was smashed into scrap iron.

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Poof.

Liu Yiqing's face was pale, and all his chest was full of blood.

His body was shaky and almost fell.

Only then did he understand why his own sly sword could hide the eyes of Brother Two.

That's because these disciples didn't care about their own swords at all.

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"You are a good sword. You can enter the realm of knowledge in such a short period of time. You are also very good, but the really good one is the previous big sword."

The second brother said: "Liu Bai's idea is very good. The teacher's sword of the world only needs to capture his sword's will to sweep the world. Unfortunately, the cultivation level of you people is a little weaker, if it is Six sword masters who know the realm of life, I will have a lot of difficulty in coping with it. "

With the help of the same door, Liu Yiqing stood up hard, wiped the blood from his lips, listened to the direction of the voice, and sincerely saluted: "Thank you Mr. Er for your guidance."

"Go back and tell Liu Bai, since you always want to shoot ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ then it's better to shoot now, why do you let those of you come to die, while I am in the peak state now, it's a good fight.

Brother Two looked at somewhere in the South and said blankly.

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In the joint military camp of the Xiling Temple in the south.

The quiet carriage is still very quiet.

After a while, there was a lonely voice in the carriage.

"The stronger the battle, the stronger, this is Junmo. Since you have to fight hard, you will naturally have to wait for you to have fun. Otherwise, have you failed this battle between you and me?"

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(I'm better, I will reply two chapters tomorrow. I also recommend a new book, written by Xiao Selang. The book is called the strongest prison system. The book number is 2533323. Please support me.) (.)