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In the middle of the dark Yichen, Huang Xiao listened to Feng Zhezhi's nonsense, and sneered, "Sure enough, Feng Zhezhi was Mu Xingxuan back then, but he just lost his memory. The disciples of the Snow Sect of Baizhulin didn't die for no reason, but Jiangnan Da Cang's design. Feng Zhezhi's sentence of curse binding is precisely because she was used as the host of Dumen's spell."

Liang Shisan responded calmly, "Then why didn't Yunxuan sect sanction Jiangnan Dacang back then? This is unreasonable, Brother Huang."

"Of course, it is to prevent the news of the sword array hidden in the white bamboo forest from being exposed. But now, it seems that you don't need to keep this secret." Huang Xiao said, and slowly pulled out the pale black Tai'a sword, which was gilded and golden. .

Liang Shisan turned his white sleeve, and a long snow-white sword fell into his hand, "Want to fight? You won ten years ago because I was concerned about the condition of the white bamboo forest."

"Liang Shisan, Liang Shisan, you are still so naive." Huang Xiao's eyes turned cold, and the tip of his sword stuck out, pointing directly at Liang Shisan's chest. "My goal is to break the branches in the wind."

"Sword Three, Binglei."

Dozens of frosty sword qi gathered and dispersed into ice, and Liang Shisan turned the white sword in his hand, "It's still the same question, how did you win against me?"

"Bang!" The ice sword turned into a defensive force, and Huang Xiao's figure was one of the obstacles.

"Heh." Huang Xiao snorted coldly, and after the golden glow flashed by, the revolving sword came out again.

Liang Shisan was about to stop him, but he felt two completely different sword auras sweeping towards him in the corridor behind him.

Two ghostly figures, one white and one black, held a black sword with a white blade in their hands, and swept up the chaotic sword wind. After Liang Shisan turned around to block hastily, he was already injured.

"Boom!" Rubble and sawdust flew across the roof of Yichenju, and Liang Shisan and the two figures broke through the roof at the same time, standing between the blue tiles, facing a crescent moon in the air.

"Black and white sword monk." Although a little blood oozes from the tiger's mouth of Liang Shisan's right hand, the sword energy surrounding him is getting stronger. "Upstairs in Yueyang Tower, the leader and Mu Baili deliberately preserved their strength, so you have a chance of victory. Now you want to challenge me under full strength, I am afraid it is too delusional." After speaking, the surrounding air suddenly condensed, and countless frost flowers danced Take off, straightening thousands of ice knives and frost swords.

"Then, it's still the same problem, two against one, what can you do?" Li Qingzhou took out the Chiyuan long sword from the piano, and the light golden sword glow flowed on the blade.

Yan Lingxi just smiled, raised his gray cloak, and slowly pulled out a sharp and edgeless sword from his back. It was crimson all over and engraved with foreign characters. "Brother Qingzhou, have you forgotten that I can also hide my strength?"

"Two versus two, you who haven't mastered the seventh sword heart still have no chance of winning." Li Qingzhou also smiled lightly.

Yan Lingxi caressed the torch token in his hand with his knuckles, "So, what about three versus two?"

Suddenly enlightened surprise flashed in Ning Jingyuan's eyes, he looked sideways and looked behind him, and as expected, a man in Yanjia ink clothes stood quietly ten steps away.

Li Qingzhou frowned slightly. "It's the coachman."

"It's Ming Chuan." Mo Zhe Fu Ming Chuan flicked the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and pulled out the short black blade from the back of his waist.

"Broken Knife, Mo Fengliu!"

It was the always peaceful Fu Mingchuan who took the lead in the attack. Although the short blade was narrow, the blade was extremely fast, and it cut out thousands of afterimages in an instant.

"This is." Li Qingzhou pressed the blade with his right hand.

Ning Jingyuan's left palm gathered freezing air, "It's the seventh sword heart."

Yan Lingxi and Cheng Tianya looked at each other, and they concentrated on their wrists at the same time.

"Scorching knife, Mo Yanliu."

The crimson holy fire made a reddish purple luster, and the purple sword energy pierced through the wind of the sword and struck towards Tranquility.

"Storm, silent."

The bright sword light turned into dozens of silver threads, although as thin as a needle, it exudes extremely strong destructive power.

Three kinds of attacks came overwhelmingly, the eyes of Ning Jingyuan and Li Qingzhou briefly met, and then the ultimate move appeared.

"The eighth sword of the moon, the blazing star of the waning moon!"

The pale golden sword instantly turned crimson, and the orange-red stream of flames rose into the sky, forming a rain of thousands of flames and swords.

At the same time, Ning Jingyuan erupted the frosty sword energy, and the snow-colored sword penetrated into the ground of Shennvfeng, within a hundred feet, it was full of frost and snow, "Sword Eight."

"Thousands of miles of ice!" Liang Shisan held the long sword in his hand and swung it down. All kinds of frost flowers flew into the air like startled white cranes, curling their wings and soaring into the air. Form a sword field of ice and snow.

Even Hei Zhongyun and Bai Jifeng, who were wearing masks, all showed surprise in their eyes. Bai Jifeng drew his sword to the sky, and the sky was like the sound of a dragon chant. Has been frozen into ice.

Bai Jifeng only entered the ice sword area a few feet before encountering an extremely cold storm, making it difficult to move an inch.

The ice spreading wantonly on the roof suddenly climbed up the soles of his boots, Bai Jifeng had no choice but to turn his sword and stab the ground, "Boom!" The ice under his legs shattered.

However, the old ice shattered, and the new frost came again, and more, thicker, colder and colder ice rushed towards the place where he stood, like thousands of ice hedgehogs swaying with sharp thorns, the white monsoon was in surprise, His whole body was almost covered in ice.

However, the black-clothed sword monk recited an astonishing move!

"The eighth sword, Sheng Yu Tian Dao."

The storm of gray sword energy gathers, blows through thousands of snow and frost, and makes a big hole in the ice and snow world. Immediately, the black sword, with the force of strong wind and silver thunder, penetrates the eighth form of the snow sword.

Liang Shisan was shocked, the white clothes on his chest were pierced by a sword, and the blood immediately splattered on the blue tiles!

"You are not dead!"

The closest distance to Liang Shisan, the frost was as cold as freezing through the bone marrow. I saw that the mask on the face of the black-clothed swordsman was cracked and shattered, and the exposed face was unexpectedly elegant and solemn. .

With a stab of the sword, the freezing air instantly decreased, Ye Fengting sneered, "And you, just die here."

On the Tiandu River, Qing Ruoxiao casually swiped a sword, which was a desperate move.Mu Xingying took several steps back, her chest trembled slightly, a mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth, and a line of sweat broke out from her forehead.

"Cough." After Mu Xingying coughed, he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Master, you don't want Jiang Yuelou anymore?"

Qing Ruo smiled with cold brows and cold eyes, unmoving like a mountain, "It will only take a few days for us to cross the river and take Jiangyue Tower."

"What if you can fight without bloodshed?" The green fan in Mu Xingying's hand covered his sword energy that was ready to go.

Qing Ruoxiao held up the purple sword in his hand, "Taking it is like picking something out of a bag, it's no different from a soldier with no blood." After saying that, he made another strong move.

"Sword Three, Lie Que."

The momentum of the sword bloomed like a rosy glow, and the scorching sun shot out the radiance of ten thousand zhang. Mu Xingying only felt that the sword energy in his body seemed to be consciously afraid of the opponent's sword energy, and it was difficult to fully exert it.

"If you want to get out of the bag, I'm afraid it will be stabbed with one hand!" Mu Xingying used her whole body forcefully, and hundreds of dark blue mantras danced around at the same time.

"Moon Sword Qi Qi, Xing Zhen!"

The fundamental gap is difficult to make up with sword moves. Qing Ruoxiao's sword is like the aurora piercing the sky, easily piercing through the moves of Mu Xingying's curse sword.

Just when Mu Xingying was about to be defeated, a shadow rushed from the bridge, blocking the rest of the attacking sword energy.

"Xuan Lian, break the empress." Mu Xingying withdrew and retreated. The person beside him was wearing a dark blue robe, with a strange red spell tattooed on half of his cheek.

Xuan Lian was surrounded by a dense blue mist, and the strong impact of the sword light disappeared instantly in this blue mist.

Behind Qing Ruoxiao Hengjian, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Mu Xingying seized this moment of distraction, turned and retreated from the battlefield.

"Stop me, you are not afraid of death." The purple sword blade flashed, revealing a pair of awe-inspiring and domineering eyes.

Xuan Lian looked indifferent, "I have never lived, so why am I afraid of death. Leader Qing, would you waste time for a dead person?"

After a moment of fierce fighting on the stone bridge, the Jiangnan Dacang personnel were already retreating steadily, and under the command of the suzerain Mu Chengan and the left Su Shenchen, they fought and retreated.

Master Yan Zong rushed behind Qing Ruoxiao, "Leader, he is a mantra. Don't get entangled with him."

"Conjuration body. Immortal body?" Qing Ruoxiao retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath, "As a body of conjuration, the daily pain is unbearable for ordinary people. We respect you."

Xuan Lian remained indifferent, turned and left without saying a word, leaving behind a lonely dark blue figure.

Cracking Mountain Grandmaster Zong came, "Leader, Jiang Yuelou was defeated, do you want to pursue?"

"Yan Zong goes east, and Lie Shan Zong goes south, each chasing for [-] miles. If there are any facilities in Jiangyue Tower along the way, they will be destroyed." Qing Ruoxiao waved his cloak sleeves, and the members of both sects took orders and left.

On the Shennv Peak, the wind howled, the white frost condensed, the scorching rain flew, and the silver threads flew. The scarred rock walls around were once again depicted with more and more violent sword marks.

However, Fu Mingchuan's saber wind blocked Li Qingzhou's flame flow and blew away Ning Yuan's frost, but he was still stabbed in the body.The person on his neck was beyond his expectation. "Yan Lingxi, you..."

"Is it unexpected, Commander Fu?" Yan Lingxi still smiled leisurely.

Ning Jingyuan raised his sword and turned around, staring at Fu Mingchuan with deep blue eyes, "There are a few flaws in Lingxi and my words. Have you guessed it now?"

"The first place, I said that the white bamboo forest can suppress Tianya's skills. But this place is ten miles away from the white bamboo forest." Yan Lingxi's eyes were beating with a strange luster.

Tranquility nodded, "Then, I asked Lingxi what was written on the Black Jade Order."

"However, I showed Hei Yuling to him when I was in Jiangzhou. He didn't ask knowingly, he did it on purpose. This shows that he understands what I mean. Then, this move is to get rid of you, the watcher. As soon as Yan Lingxi said this, cold sweat dripped down Fu Mingchuan's forehead, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help feeling remorse.

Cheng Tianya showed disdain, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what is the situation at home now."

"Do you think I'll say it?" Fu Mingchuan smiled after remorse, "For people like Eleven Young Master, if the information is unequal, the master will have the advantage. If the information is equal, the master will also be afraid."

However, Yan Lingxi was not in a hurry, nor was he in a hurry, nor was he impatient, he put away the torch order, "If so, then let the second brother get more information. I will not kill you."

Fu Mingchuan clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He calmed down slightly, and then looked at Yanlingxi suspiciously.

Yan Lingxi continued to talk eloquently, "The White Bamboo Forest is a testing ground, and the Changyuan Sword Formation is nothing more than a test product. The real ultimate Changyuan Formation is a subversive existence. Now only two sects of Yunxuanmen are stationed Tianmen Mountain, if Second Brother wants to replace Yunxuanmen, he has to go a little faster."