"Senior brother, please give me some respect and look up, please?" Luo Feiyu stared at the edge of Chen Jian with cross-eyes.

Ling Jianqiu did not do what he wanted, but thrust the sword forward in a gesture of sealing his throat, but Luo Feiyu's smile did not change. Just as the tip of the sword stabbed a drop of blood right between Luo Feiyu's eyebrows

At that moment, a cold light fell from the sky. Ling Jianqiu hurriedly raised his sword and struck the cold light.

Ling Jianqiu is a cautious person.

If he wanted to repel the attack, he would not be as arrogant as Luo Feiyu, and would even be so arrogant that he could not see anything. Instead, he would look in the direction of the attack and then take it steadily.

Having raised his head, it complied with Luo Feiyu's wishes.

I saw countless cold lights hanging in the sky out of thin air, like cold rain hanging in the sky.

Ling Jianqiu smashed the incoming cold light into pieces, feeling the fleeting sword energy coming from the sword edge, and frowned slightly.

Luo Feiyu picked up the folded sword and blew off the dust on it, "Senior brother, I wonder if you are lucky enough to accept this great gift?"

"Master taught it to you in Luoyang, and the sword becomes a painting." Ling Jianqiu squinted his eyes. Only then did he realize that what Luo Feiyu used just now was not a sword technique, but actually a sword technique, and Luo Fei

Yu secretly mobilized the sword to form a painting, and through the trajectory of the folded sword rising and falling again and again, he laid out this rain of swords that was ready to go! As long as Luo Feiyu uses the sword pulse technique, this rain of swords will fall.

"It is true that the sword is like a painting, but those few moves I just made are indeed sword skills." Luo Feiyu smiled and stretched out his left hand, "We are in a desperate situation and we are already in a dilemma. Why don't we shake hands and say goodbye, senior brother?

And, how about I disperse these sword rains and allow us to survive this desperate situation?"

"This move of yours is indeed wonderful." Ling Jianqiu raised his sword and shook away the blood beads on the tip of the sword.

"But with me, it's just a sword."

Then the sword light flashed!

Luo Feiyu's pupils shrank.

He saw the sword clearly.

In fact, there is no need to look at Ling Jianqiu's sword. Anyone who has tested his sword moves will know that he only knows one sword.

But I can’t stop it!

Luo Feiyu raised his sword to block it, and poured all his sword energy into the folded sword, using all his strength to meet Ling Jianqiu's sword. Because the moment Ling Jianqiu drew his sword, Luo Feiyu woke up to something.

.

Ling Jianqiu had murderous intentions.

What Sword Heart Jue pursues is the purest sword intention. Similarly, once a person practicing Sword Heart Jue has the intention to kill, he will have the purest and most powerful murderous intention in the world.

Luo Feiyu's smile faded: "What are you doing?"

"Both your attitude towards world affairs and your attitude towards martial arts moves are extremely absurd!" Ling Jianqiu scolded, "This world has ended up like this because of people like you!"

"It's coming again." Luo Feiyu became irritable, "If no one does some things because they are unable to do it, and many things will never have a beginning, then what will happen to this world? What do you think?

Have you passed?"

"Go against the path and seek death." Ling Jianqiu's sword intent also surged with murderous intent, and Luo Feiyu could hardly resist, raising his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Only by complying can we see the end." Ling Jianqiu raised his sleeves to cover the blood drops, raised his sword and flew the broken sword away again.

"Let's get on the road! After you die, I will ask Mo Wendong to help me take away the Sword Vein Art from you, and then, with his hands, I will take revenge on those who caused the destruction of Loulan!"

The sword falls! Kill!

Luo Feiyu nodded and stepped back: "It's not over yet!" As he was retreating, he suddenly put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and raised them forward. Ling Jianqiu tilted his head slightly, and a cold light swept from behind him, cutting off a few strands of his body.

Hair. It turned out that Luo Feiyu's mouthful of blood just now was sprayed into the cold light in the air for the purpose of awakening him. Sure enough, nine rays of cold light were stained with his blood, and he began to tremble violently.

"Wudang Sword Controlling Technique." Ling Jianqiu watched as the cold light disappeared into the desert and disappeared in an instant.

"Why do you always feel that the Sword Pulse Technique is a waste of time on me, and it is natural for you to use it on you?" Luo Feiyu waved his hand, and the remaining eight rays of cold light swept behind him one by one.

"Wudang swordsmanship, talking and laughing, pointing fingers at stars, cutting throats and severing lives is like trying to retrieve something from a bag. The emphasis is on using the sword to produce all things, that is, the pursuit of swordsmanship." Ling Jianqiu looked at the sword hole on the ground, "But what you are controlling is not a sword.

, but the sword energy, just use it, and you can't use the true essence of sword control at all, let alone the Yao sword skill."

"There is a saying in Wudang swordsmanship. It has the courage to make moves and the kindness to withdraw them." Luo Feiyu casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sprinkled it on Han Mang who was following him. "Senior brother, you might as well take a guess.

, which one would I choose?”

Ling Jianqiu stood up with his sword in hand: "No matter which one you choose, your end will be the same!"

"fall!"

Luo Feiyu pointed his fingertips downward, and a cold light flashed out.

Ling Jianqiu stepped on the sole of his foot to avoid the cold light, and at the same time raised the Chen Sword.

"fall!"

The snow-like sword light instantly dropped the cold light to the ground, leaving only a sword hole in the Shachen Sword, which was emitting green smoke. The Chen Sword also moved towards Luo Feiyu.

Miles away.

The sand and dust are rolling up like a sea!

But before the sea of ​​sand had yet condensed, Ren Shaohua twirled his fan, his white clothes fluttering, and swept out of it. Although the mist on the fan had faded a bit, it only added a bit of desolation, making it

The murderous intention did not fall but rose instead! When Mu Kexin saw that this move was broken, he actually drew the blood on his body with his sword, causing the entire dust sword to be covered with blood ice!

After this move, you will either die or be disabled!

At this moment, the white shirt holding the umbrella fell between the two of them, and the bright and warm light radiated from the umbrella.

The West River is covered with snow.

Let Ren Shaohua's murderous aura dissipate, and let the ice on Mu Ke's heart sword melt!

Gongsun Shilian then moved forward, pointed out a finger on the way, and landed on Mu Kexin's acupuncture point, making her temporarily unable to perform her exercises, and she ran forward.

The whole process went smoothly without any pause!

At this moment, the sword light in front suddenly became extremely dazzling!

Ling Jianqiu dodged and blocked, breaking through eight rays of cold light. The dust sword trembled slightly: "It's over!"

"Fall!" Luo Feiyu's tone was indifferent.

Ling Jianqiu just wanted to stab Luo Feiyu in the throat, but his whole body froze slightly for no reason, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his head, only to find that the sword holes on the ground were not irregular. The seven holes were not irregular.

The sword hole is in the shape of a snake, and the remaining two are nestled in the serpentine groove, forming a Tai Chi pattern, trapping the two of them.

Ling Jianqiu said in a deep voice: "Star Binding Formation."

"Although I am not manipulating a sword, and I cannot use the variety of sword formations in the swordsmanship. But I can still do it by arranging a sword formation." Luo Feiyu's eyes were full of death, as if he was issuing a death sentence, "

Senior brother, it’s over.”
Chapter completed!