Under the entanglement of Xihe Fuxue's internal energy, the original pitch-black sword body of the Mo Sword could no longer be seen clearly, but what could not be concealed was the surging dragon's roar.

The first form of Dragon Yin Sword Technique, Sleeping Dragon Awakens.

Long Tunhai was shocked. Although the Dragon Song Sword Technique was infinitely powerful, each move required a short period of time to accumulate power. This was also one of the few shortcomings of the sword technique. But he did not expect that Luo Feiyu would be able to perform it in just an instant.

For a while, this first formula was used.

"My dragon has woken up, where is your dragon?" Luo Feiyu shouted angrily and swung his ink sword down suddenly.

"Stop looking down on people!"

The fish and dragon flew over gracefully, and opened the Mo sword, sparking out tiny sparks. At this time, Long Tunhai also finished charging the sword, and suddenly the dragon roared, which was not a little stronger than Luo Feiyu's!

Luo Feiyu rolled the ink sword wildly, and a golden light spot converged on the tip of the sword, leaving an afterimage in the air, as if a dragon was taking off.

The second form of the Dragon Sword Technique, Dragon Flying.

Long Tunhai enlarged his eyes. He had just used the first move, and Luo Feiyu had already started to use the second move!

"How is this possible?" Long Yuexi on the high platform exclaimed. He claimed that no one in the world knew the Dragon Song Sword Technique better than him, but the shortcomings of this sword technique turned out to be just a lie in front of Luo Feiyu. The first move

Just after it ended, the second form had already been fully charged.

"It's Xihe Fuxue." Ye Ying said in a deep voice with a solemn look on her face.

"Xihe blowing snow?"

"There is a mental technique in the snow in Xihe, called Xueluoqingluo. Twenty years ago, I fought side by side with Gongsun Fang, the owner of the sword building at that time, and she used this technique to directly cross the

During the charging stage, I used the most powerful strike in the swordsmanship, Heaven and Earth Diowang, which deceived the eyes of the left guardian of the Burial Sword Villa at that time, and got the best opportunity for my Moon-Breaking Palm."

"There is such a magical skill? Then if my sword sect obtains this internal skill secret book, wouldn't it be..." Long Yuexi's eyes revealed a sparkle.

"I advise you to give up this idea. The Dragon Yin Sword Sect is famous for its ability to destroy cities. Although Xueluo Qinglu can directly skip the charging stage, the power of the sword you swing will be sharply reduced."

Long Yuexi could be regarded as a respectful Ye Ying, and there was a slight chill in his words at this moment, "Besides, I will never allow you to do this."

Luo Feiyu's sword suddenly raised its edge and struck hard at the White Dragon Xi Wuxiao held in Long Tunhai's right hand. Long Tunhai raised his sword to block it. However, after the Burial Sword battle, the world's most hegemonic sword, Breaking Ten Thousand Masters, had been destroyed.

Destroy it. Is there any sword in this world that can compare with the strength of Mo Jian?

"My second move has been made." Luo Feiyu wrote lightly.

Long Tunhai's right hand kept trembling, and he was obviously in a state of decline, but his words did not imply any sign of decline, "It doesn't matter if you can perform three moves of the Dragon Sword Technique, I can perform six moves!"

"I know." Luo Feiyu replied softly: "The Dragon Yin Sword Sect embraces the Nine Dragons with twelve sword moves. The Dragon Yin Sword Technique has three moves, and each dragon on the 'Nine Dragons' has one move, which makes twelve moves. Today.

It’s a rare sight, so I naturally have the leisure to appreciate it.”

"Xianxin? You are very arrogant!" Long Tunhai raised his eyebrows, raised his left hand, and struck Mo Jian with the hilt of the black dragon Shen Yuan's sword.

At this moment, Luo Feiyu let go of the hilt of the sword, and the Mo sword flipped several times in the air and flew out like a kite with a broken string. He leaned over, reached for Long Tunhai's waist, and pulled his

The sword was drawn out.

The two bodies passed each other.

"Using the Dragon Song Sword Technique with the Mo Sword is a bit awkward." Luo Feiyu weighed Ming Yuan in his hand, "This sword is not bad."

Long Tunhai looked at the empty scabbard at his waist and suddenly became a little angry, "Don't bully others too much!"

"You challenge me to compete with the only three dragons in Kowloon. Isn't it too much of a lie?" Luo Feiyu was slightly angry when he said this, thinking that this man really had the nerve to say this.

He really wanted to pull out the sword from his back and chop off all three swords.

"Since you want to see it, you should do it now." Long Tunhai slowly gathered his sword momentum and focused on the white sword.

"Why does it have to be now?" Luo Feiyu was confused.

"Because the next moment, dark clouds will block your sight!" Long Tunhai slowly raised the white sword.

The white dragon plays in the sky. The dark clouds disperse and the dragon falls into the sky.

Accompanied by the thunder and lightning on the sword, the pitch-black sword body became blazing white for an instant.

"The dark clouds have dispersed. It's time for the white dragon who likes to play among the dark clouds to come down to earth!" Long Tunhai suddenly flew up, and the white sword he had been holding upwards swung down violently, "Down!"

"Good swordsmanship." Luo Feiyu praised, Ming Yuan lightly held a sword flower in his hand, and suddenly pointed forward.

The snow that has fallen for thousands of years flies into the furnace and disappears.

The West River blows with snow, and the falling snow clears the furnace.

He suddenly recalled the sword intention that Liu Biran had told him.

There must be Qi on any sword. Meaning is the artistic conception. Some swords have the artistic conception, such as the warm sun in winter, the bright moon rising with the tide on the sea, the solitary smoke in the desert, and some such as the Jin Ge battlefield, the light willows in the wind, and the Shura purgatory.

This is what the world calls ‘sword intent’.

The artistic conception in this sword is like the dense dark clouds in the sky. At the moment when the sword is drawn out, the dark clouds seem to be broken by thunder and lightning, making it clear.

Luo Feiyu smiled coldly, and the dragon's roar from Ming Yuan's sword flashed away. He gently tapped the blade of the sword and let out an undetectable scream.

Two figures suddenly passed by.

The two swords met each other.

Some cracks have begun to appear on Ming Yuan's sword.

Luo Feiyu's face turned pale with fright when he heard the tiny clicking sound, "Your sword is too broken! Mo Jian Mo Jian, come back soon!"

In the distance, Tang Zhantian picked up the Mo Sword with great distress, and said angrily: "The Mo Sword is not a sword that recognizes its owner. It's useless even if you call it hundreds of times. Besides, I haven't found you yet because you are throwing the Mo Sword around."

It’s time to settle accounts!”

Long Tunhai raised his sword and pointed, "Break!"

"Ka!" Mingyuan Sword snapped in response.

Luo Feiyu hurriedly corrected the shaky Ming Yuan, "I beg you to be a human being, this is your own sword, don't you have any sympathy?"

"It's just a sword that I picked up casually when I first started practicing swordsmanship, and I named it after that." Long Tunhai pointed again, and the horse in Mingyuan Sword broke into two pieces, "Since it's not the top rank in my sword sect,

Why should I cherish Jiulong's sword?"

"You beast!" Luo Feiyu looked at the sword broken into two pieces with regret on his face.

"Besides swordsmanship, do you know any other martial arts skills?" Long Tunhai asked.

"No way." Luo Feiyu shook his head.

"Okay." Long Tunhai looked calm, as if winning over him was a normal thing, "You don't have a sword in your hand at the moment, so there is no need to fight anymore, just admit defeat."

But Luo Feiyu ignored him and said coldly: "Broken!"

Long Tunhai's right sleeve burst instantly, with several gaps appearing.

"This!" Long Tunhai changed his previous calmness and showed a look of horror, "This is not Long Mianxing!"

"Yes, Long Mianxing just now was just a feint on my part. I just wanted the dragon's roar to cover up the sound of my sword move." Luo Feiyu said with a serious look on his face, "After all, this is life-threatening.

It’s a move.”

"break!"

Long Tunhai's left sleeve immediately became torn into pieces, and his face turned pale, "What on earth do you want to do like this!"

"What are you doing?" Luo Feiyu laughed and suddenly said seriously: "Of course."

"Kill someone."

"You cover your ears and steal the news, you are despicable!" Long Tunhai was sweating profusely as he cursed.

Luo Feiyu said loudly: "What is broken now is your clothes, and what will be broken next is your chest. Hurry up and admit defeat, otherwise you will become a corpse in an instant!"

"Don't even think about it!" Long Tunhai cursed in a trembling voice, but the hand holding the sword was no longer steady.

"Is it true that you can't cry without seeing the coffin?" Luo Feiyu's smile did not change, with an indescribable eerie and strange look, "Broken!"

boom!

The dragon head on Long Tunhai's shoulder immediately had a small gap.

Long Tunhai was so frightened that he could not speak. Cold sweat soaked his back.

This dragon head is the symbol of the Dragon Song Sword Sect. Since Luo Feiyu dares to break even this, then the next target may be his own chest!

"Hahahahahaha." Luo Feiyu laughed wildly.

Long Yuexi was sitting uneasily on the high platform. Even though he was eager to announce the re-emergence of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect through Long Tunhai, it would not be appropriate to let him suffer here. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Hai

Don’t be stubborn, give in quickly!”
Chapter completed!