Nightfall

(For example, in the Abyss, such as Peeping the Nu River, this chapter is extremely tense, so it is extremely slow, and it is a lot late. After this chapter, I will write some more and it will still be very slow ... no matter how slow I go, there are always The moment I arrived. []

Liu Bai walked to Qingxia and walked to Junmo, and stopped.

At this time he was more than a foot away from Junmo, but it was enough.

The so-called one foot is just a vague concept.

In fact, Liu Bai's absolute domain depends on the length of his arms and sword.

Whatever Qingfeng holds is the world of the world's strongest man.

At this time, the distance is perfect, not too far away, just right to cut with a sword.

Distance is a relative concept, which is very fair to the two, and Junmo will naturally feel very perfect, so he didn't think about it, so he lifted the iron sword and cut it down to Liu Bai.

Without speaking or gaining momentum, he just wielded with a sword.

Clean and neat, even a little bright and fresh.

Just like him, the green hills are still green and happy in late autumn.

The iron sword fell, like a green mountain falling to Liu Bai's head.

Liu Bai no longer crossed the sword, because at this time he was out of the sword, also in front of him.

This is his first sword in the true sense.

Liu Bai's sword must be a sword.

When the rust sword in his hand fell, the mottled rust marks disappeared instantly, the sword body was suddenly bright, reflecting the flowing clouds in the high sky, and the green mountains by the wilderness, extremely beautiful.

This sword seems to have taken away all the light between heaven and earth, and countless creations in nature.

Very brilliant.

The brilliance can be dazzling, and the splendidness of the sun makes one dare not look directly at it, but this sword does not make the eyes of anyone watching the battle in the wilderness sting, but makes people intoxicated.

People indulge in this beautiful and moving picture: the sky like celadon, the silky clouds. Warm sunshine, beautiful fields, and a torrential river.

This big river originated in the wilderness. It was originally a trickle creek that stubbornly broke through the mountains of the Lunar Kingdom. It flows through the fertile soil and the rainforest. It became a big river. Wrapped in the mud of the south, the river water was dyed with a turbid yellow color, and the momentum was more and more magnificent.

The turbulent waves are turbulent, and the yellow river is constantly beating on the black cliff stones, evoking thousands of waves like mud, as if tens of thousands of horses roaring in between. The prestige is amazing.

Among the black cliff stones, a teenager is practicing sword, and his expression is quiet. The sound of Tao could not enter the ear, and the shaking of the cliff stone could not cause his footsteps to shift at all, and he could concentrate and have nothing left. []

The world trembled. I didn't know it was because of the rushing river, but by the people who practiced swords by the river.

When Liu Bai stepped into the practice path, he saw a torrential river when he first met him, so he was regarded as a peerless genius by the practice community. Afterwards, he realized his sword sword on the riverside. So his swordsmanship is called Dahe sword.

When Dahe sword came out, he saw Dahe.

Liu Bai's sword is Dahe.

When he makes a sword, this big river will appear.

Everyone who sees this big river will eventually be swallowed by the turbulent river ... a big river with wide waves.

The turbid yellow river water descended from the sky and became Tianhe.

As if the sky had been punctured with a hole, countless rivers outside the dome fell like waterfalls.

This river has no other breath, it is powerful.

Dahe rushed to the face ... Jun Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking at the turbulent river, his eyes were still clear streams.

His eyebrows also raised.

All these details prove that he is getting excited at this time.

He has always been a person who is hard to be excited. In the eyes of Ning Que and his fellow students, he is a rigorous and old-fashioned man who will never be associated with the emotion of excitement.

Before the victory over Ye Su, the emotions on his face did not change from beginning to end.

But this time he was really excited.

Because when he saw this torrential river, he found that he had a feeling of fear.

This emotion is very strange to him, so he is very excited.

He finally saw the most powerful sword in the world.

He waved the iron sword and cut it towards the big river.

The broad iron sword, carrying the might of the green mountain, was heavily chopped in the turbid river water.

The river suddenly separated, rushing towards both sides, exposing the bottom of the river covered with sand and rocks.

At the next moment, the river rushed back again, covering the sand and the rocks.

Junmo waved the iron sword again.

The river separates again.

He continued to wave the iron sword.

The river continued to separate and then recovered.

On several occasions, the iron sword cut to the bottom of the river.

The iron sword cut extremely deep sword marks in the mud at the bottom of the river, and shattered thousands of rocks.

The sword and the stone met, making a dull loud noise. []

It's like a sound of iron.

Junmo continued to wield his sword.

In a breath, hundreds of iron swords came out.

But it couldn't stop the torrential river from going southeast ... the big river continued to descend.

Liu Bai's sword also continued to move forward.

This big river that has fallen from the sky is the most magnificent picture that can be seen on earth.

Faced with such a torrential Yellow River, humans will subconsciously develop the emotion of looking up, and then indulge in it, even if they wake up to God, they will not have the courage to resist because of despair.

This is where Dahe Swordsmanship is the most powerful.

His sword did not borrow the power of heaven and earth.

His sword is part of the world, and it is the most spectacular part.

At this moment, his sword is a concrete representation of heaven and earth!

Before the big river, Jun Mo was able to stand still and loose his sword and fight with his sword in silence, which was far beyond the vast majority of practitioners in the world. However, the river was unstoppable, which was not enough.

Liu Bai's sword is the best.

The river roared.

Wind roar.

Crown falls.

Bun scattered.

Junmo black hair fluttering.

The hospital uniforms on his body had already been cut out with countless thin mouths, covered in blood.

But he didn't feel embarrassed at all, he was still dignified, and he seemed to be going to that feast.

The banquet is not over yet.

His expression was still focused, calm, and even a little indifferent.

He continued to wave the iron sword.

It's just that the Iron Sword is no longer wide open. It becomes very delicate.

Delicate like an embroidery needle in the hands of wood teak.

Junmo began to embroider with iron sword.

In an instant, the iron sword in his hand did not know how many times it shook.

Dahe is Liu Bai's sword.

Those winds and waves were the places where the iron sword and the sword of Liu Bai met hundreds of times before.

Junmo lettering in the wind and carving flowers in the river.

He will use the finest tools to sculpt the most magnificent rivers and mountains, and use the most silent method to decorate the most magnificent and magnificent pictures, just like using time and rain to polish the blue stone plate under the eaves ... the battle of the Qingxia Junmo knew from the beginning. What he has to face is Liu Bai.

As Liu Bai said earlier, he is not as good as Liu Bai in terms of sword power or swordsmanship.

He is not Liu Bai's opponent and can only find another way out.

Liu Bai once wrote a letter to Ye Hongyu, and a sword was drawn on the letter paper.

Ning Que has seen this sword. Then in exchange for Haoran Jianjue, he copied a copy and placed it in the backyard of the academy.

Jun Mo looked at the paper for a long time before going south to the Qingxia. Only set the sword intention.

This kind of sword intention is completely opposite to his temperament.

But this is the only way he can get after careful consideration.

As Ning Que said. The people in the academy have always believed in the truth. If only the last method is left, it must be the best method.

And he said to Ye Su, after careful thinking. It makes sense to determine a certain rule, so even if tens of millions of people are in front, they can not take a step back. This is ritual.

So even if he wanted to oppose himself, he still insisted ... In order to defeat Liu Bai, Junmo made the best preparations, from the strong to the most subtle, and exerted his own sword art to the fullest. This is indeed his strongest Big moment.

However, the Yellow River is the Yellow River after all.

Liu Bai is Liu Bai after all.

He was not a willow branch by the river, a shepherd boy grazing under a willow, a wild man on a sheepskin raft, a widow pushed into a turbid wave, or a rock in a river.

He is Dahe.

Jun Mo's swordsmanship is still a bit inferior before this big river.

It's just that slight difference.

The words in the air haven't been finished yet, and the flowers in the waves are almost one petal away.

The autumn wind squeezed the traces, and the waves gathered the sword flowers.

His sword broke through the iron sword and came to Junmo.

A loud sound.

Brother II's right arm broke off shoulder-to-shoulder and fell far into the green mountains, I don't know where it fell.

The sword in Liu Bai's hand broke into two pieces at the same time.

If it can be instantaneous, then Liu Bai's sword breaks first.

Jun Mo couldn't be faster for a moment, so he broke his right arm holding the iron sword.

There were countless subtle blades on his body.

These fine mouths all come from Liu Bai's sword intention.

All the college uniforms on his body were wet, and he kept pouring blood to the ground.

The blood flowed like a rushing river from the broken arm ... Looking at Liu Bai in front of him, Jun Mo's face was very pale.

At this time his right arm was broken, and Iron Sword flew away without a trace.

Only half of the sword in Liu Bai's hand remained.

Broken sword is also a sword, and can still kill people.

Liu Bai did not close because he could not close.

His sword is a big river sword, and the river falls, and he can't collect it without castration.

Covered with water is difficult to harvest ... Liu Bai held the broken sword in his hand and cut to Junmo.

The big river reappears.

The surging Yellow River is more powerful than before.

Those who see the river will die.

No one in the world can resist this big river.

Because the water of the Yellow River came to heaven.

Running back to the sea never returns ... Broken Sword is getting closer and closer.

You can even see the metal lines at the broken sword.

Junmo knew he was wrong.

He had been wrong since the battle of the Qingxia.

More precisely, he was wrong when he was in the college.

He should not look at the paper or the sword.

He shouldn't think about what Liu Bai will do before he decides what he will do.

That would make him lose his most powerful thing.

Maybe that thing is called confidence, or pride.

He should be just like in the past years, only thinking about what he should do.

As for the opponent who is Liu Bai or others, what does it matter?

Jun Mo thought so when he watched the river pour in.

If you don't look at the sword, you won't see it.

This sword makes the world intoxicated by the river ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and despaired.

Then it is gone.

If you know something wrong, you have to change it, no matter when and where.

So in the face of this most powerful sword in the world, he closed his eyes.

The big river rushed down from the sky and seemed to destroy the whole field in front of the green mountain.

Only he who did not see the scene, did not feel the majesty of the river.

The turbid river water is everywhere, and it will be there if it is not there.

The broken sword in Liu Bai's hands cut through the air.

This is the first time Dahejian has been emptied since its advent.

Because the king did not see it, the water of the Yellow River came to heaven ... to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. ) RQ