A feather in the sky is a wonderful lightness skill in the upper world. It has never been spread in the land of Jiuyou. The martial arts of master Shen San Hui prove that he is not a native of Jiuyou.

Shen Zhenyi smiles and doesn't correct him.

"Barely."

However, this is not a great skill. Because of the limitation of his body, he can only use this kind of low-level lightness skill.

"It's true!" However, Mr. Wujian was more convinced of his judgment. "I should have expected that how could Mr. Shen, the world's best son, be born in such a place? Since you and I are fellow countrymen, I don't have to be merciful! "

Since it came down from above, we can't bear this remote and barren land.

They all want to go back to their hometown. They all want to be bathed in Yuehua and be reborn.

Then this decisive battle is inevitable.

"Please."

Shen Zhenyi waved calmly.

"We're going to do it!"

Under the white tower, all the people raised their heads desperately, and were not afraid to flash their necks. They were staring at their movements.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime contest between experts. Even if you only learn one move and two moves, you can benefit from it!

Hiss!

Mr. Wujian said that he would fight as soon as he could. He took out the first sword from the left behind and turned it into a red light with a magnificent momentum. Shen Zhenyi's body was shrouded in the vast sword light range when he only met him.

"Mr. Guan Da's mid stream sword score!"

As the abbot of Ranke temple, he was the oldest and the most knowledgeable. He recognized at a glance that this was the middle class sword score that Mr. Guan Da relied on to dominate the world more than 200 years ago.

I can't imagine that Mr. Wujian has also got his unique sword technique in addition to his Bing iron epee.

The secret of exchanging blood is just so abstruse.

Shen Zhenyi doesn't care. He pushes the wheelchair and doesn't see how he can avoid it in a hurry. He still walks around in idle space. The fierce sword edge can't touch the corner of his clothes.

"Mr. Guan Da, the sword is very clumsy. He was a stutterer himself, so he could understand the meaning of not moving. You use the secret method of exchanging blood to promote. Although you don't lose your heart, it's half a chip short after all. If you want to win me, it's not enough. "

He is obsessed with swords, and he can't help but give advice on the shortcomings of sword moves.

"Hum!"

Mr. Wujian's face changed slightly. His wrist shook. The Bing iron heavy sword returned to its scabbard. He pulled out the second sword at some time. The sword Qi was chaotic, just like falling plum. There was endless sadness and pain in it.

"Sad paste!"

This time, the crazy fairy exclaimed. This is the unique skill of their ancestor's sword maniac. Unfortunately, the sword maniac died in the hands of Mr. Wujian two hundred years ago, and the inheritance of this unique skill was cut off.

If he had not created his own dream method, he would not have achieved what he has achieved today.

Just now he saw Mr. Guan Da's medium level sword technique. He had already predicted that Mr. Wu Jian would also use "Luan Luan tie". However, when he saw it, he still couldn't suppress his excitement.

"Is it not evil that his wife and children are separated, and his heart is cold, that is the suffering of grief. Mr. Wujian, when you were banished to Jiuyou, you feel regret of parting in life and death. This sword technique has acquired verve. "

Shen Zhenyi praised him. He raised his finger and gently crossed the arc in the air. It seemed ordinary, but Mr. Wujian's original disordered sword power seemed to be guided by him and turned into the right track.

The most important thing about the attack of "Luan post" is that it can attack the unexpected.

Now it is regulated by Shen Zhenyi, where is there any sense of confusion.

Mr. Wujian didn't get discouraged when he hit again. However, the third sword was already scabbard.

The light of sword is like flowers, flourishing and luxuriant, just like spring.

But in this bustle, there is a deep sense of loneliness.

All over Beijing, the people are haggard.

This is the most lively lonely sword.

Shen Zhenyi clapped his hands in praise and said: "this sword technique has some meaning. Xuanxuan sword sect is the first sect to understand the meaning of sword in Jiuyou. If you give Dugu Yi a few more years to perfect the last form of Wanhua sword, you will be able to fight against the experts above. "

"A pity, a pity!"

He shook his head and sighed. He still used his finger as a sword, and saw that the move was broken.

After a brief confrontation, Mr. Wujian has changed three kinds of lost unique sword techniques in succession. However, Shen Zhenyi has been sitting in his wheelchair, never taking out his sword or standing up.

From the scene, it did not fall behind, even a little more leisurely.

Mr. Wujian was silent and continued to play the fourth sword.

The sword meaning is boundless, covering all fields, and the emperor's weather arises spontaneously.

The onlookers had to withdraw several feet away, and they all felt the impulse to worship.

Jiuyou sword emperor Xu Xingzhi, breaking the air does not flow sword technique.

This is the only warrior in the land of Jiuyou who is called "the sword emperor". He was the emperor in the sword. The swordsmen of his time could only bow to him.His sword spirit, naturally with a kind of grand righteousness, only rely on divine power can suppress the opponent.

Shen Zhenyi's face was a little more solemn. He gently waved his sleeve, only listening to the hissing sound. Several cracks were made in the long sleeve of the white clothes by the sword spirit. All the people could not help but exclaim in unison.

"There are many outstanding people in the land of Jiuyou!" Shen Zhenyi sighed, "if they are not killed by you, today's nine you will surely be blooming. Mr. Wujian, you are guilty

Since Shen Mengtian founded the abandoned sword villa, the atmosphere of Jiuyou was open in 300 years. Martial arts had made great progress, but it was blocked by Mr. Wujian alone. Otherwise, today's Jiuyou place will never be so decadent.

"So what?"

Mr. Wujian didn't care, and said with a long smile, "after I cut the moon, which cares about the flood? Shen Zhenyi, they all died under my sword, and you are no exception! "

He shook his wrist, and the more powerful fifth sword shot.

If we say that the several sword techniques just now have the wonderful change of the sword moves and the profound meaning of the sword, then this one is much simpler and rougher. It is almost pure power, and it will crush everything.

"The sword technique of the demon cult!"

All the onlookers could see this style. They were shouting.

The iron core devil, the former leader of the demon sect, is known as the strongest sect leader of the demon sect since ancient times. His body and use are both perfect. This poisoned sword is black and weighs 120 Jin. It is not so much a sword as a huge hammer.

It's a powerful sword. Who can do it?

There is no mystery in the secret of blood exchange. Mr. five swords changed five swords in succession, and the power of each sword technique was stronger than before. Now on the fifth sword, the force of thunder from heaven and earth has been aroused, and the roaring sound from the mountains and seas on all sides seems to resonate with it.

This sword has gone beyond the realm of iron heart devil.

The true Qi of the secret method of exchanging blood for more than 200 years has gathered here to finish its work in one battle.

In front of this powerful and incomparable power, any opponent in the land of Jiuyou can only tremble and crawl to meet the fate of death.

After 50 years of Zen meditation, Liu Ru felt frightened and trembled, and his face showed a look of despair.

It's even beyond what they can understand.

This sword has broken through the limit and reached the peak of Jiuyou.

Wu! Avenue! First! Ten! Boundary!

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