Swordsman's Way of Thunderbolt

Isn't that exactly what he wanted?

"Hmm~~~~"

"It's time to go to Ying Wuqian. He is in a very dangerous situation. If it's too late and he's slaughtered, then who should I go to for my sacrifices... …”

When his mind reached this point, Mo Qingchi immediately set off for the Confucian Academy.

However, things in the world, all kinds of mysteries, many times, many words, are always too good to be bad spirits, just when he thought about it, the Confucian sect should return to the present moment without waiting to worship Yuzhi. , but waited for someone he didn't expect, and the person he least wanted to see.

"'~Huh? This breath......"

When Fang Fu returned to the Confucian Sect Courtyard, he felt that the temperature around him had plummeted, and on the sky, a heavy snowfall of goose feathers was sprinkled, and they were soaring, covering the entire Confucian Sect Courtyard.

"No, it's murderous!"

Alarmed by the sudden change, Ying Wuqian suddenly turned around and looked up, only to see a familiar white-clothed Daoist figure walking in the endless white snow in the snow:

"When I came to Wu, I saw Jiang Haigu, and Cangya walked all over Ye Xuanmen."

"To the Dao Ou to the human world, one flute, one sword, one Kunlun."

The visitor is none other than the new ruler of Daozhen Taishangfu.... The sword is not Taoist, I saw him coldly looking at the Confucian sect Zhengyu in front of him. , and then he shouted coldly and asked: "Ying Wuqian, let's capture it, tell the whereabouts of Chongyuzhi, and you can avoid death!"

"Oh it's you!"

As if seeing each other in another lifetime, Ying Wuqian's heart jumped suddenly, and then he replied in a deep voice: "I don't care if you want to find Chongyuzhi, but if you want me to be captured, I can only answer you three words... ...Impossible!" (Zhao DeZhao)

"If that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."

Seeing that Ying Wuqian did not intend to capture him without his hands, Jian Fei Dao snorted coldly: "For the unjust soul of Wan Sa's tragic death, for the death of Lord Di Buddha, for my... !"

At the moment when the voice fell, the Dao Sword Phase Forgotten behind him jumped into the air with a scabbard, and with a loud slam, he fell in front of him, startling the flying snow in the sky, killing intent, and directly locking the Confucian sect Zheng Yusheng.

"hateful!"

When Ying Wuqian saw this, he scolded secretly in his heart, but he snorted coldly: "Have you ever seen the real flower in the mirror and the moon in the water?" Shan sharp sword broke out of the water and jumped into his palm, the direction of the sword's edge, pointing directly at the Taoist sword.

Extreme extreme, forced to extreme leisure!

For revenge, for punishing evil, Daojian came to slay sins; for self-retribution, for eliminating the enemy, Shan Feng reappeared coldly.How will this unresolved fateful feud end?Wonderful plot, all in the next chapter. . . . . .

Episode 1011: Ying Wuqian, die!

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Flying snow all over the sky, a chill!

The two facing each other, one is the Daomen Taishangfufu Zun, and the other is the Confucian lord of Longyuan, the feud of the past, and the detonation of sin. Clear flow!

"The cold air is moving with smoke and snow!"

With the power to slay evil and slay sins, Jian Fei Dao's shot is a very powerful move. Dao Jian Xiang forgets to fly into the air for a moment, and the sky and the flying snow are swaying.

"hateful!"

Seeing the attack of Jian Fei Dao's ultimate move, he knew that what his opponent could do should be Wuqian, and he didn't dare to be careless.

"Qing Ji Yunshuang!"

The first wave of offensive, the scars of the sword, the frost in the air, the sharpness of the front, and the waterfalls on the snow, both sides showed their abilities, the two swords clashed for a moment, and a sharp sound was heard.

"To you, and Chongyuzhi, I once chose to let go of my grievances, but you didn't want to benefit the martial arts, but instead murdered comrades and caused chaos in the world. Today, I will never show mercy!"

In the fierce battle, there were angry words of Jianfei Dao, and under the urging of a rush of anger, his swordsmanship became more fierce than ever before.

"what!"

Hearing this, Ying Wuqian immediately responded with a mocking sneer: "You still keep the high-sounding words and use them as your epitaph!"

The moment the voice fell, I saw him unreservedly, raising his own skills to the peak state, turning his hands, wielding his sword and making moves, showing off his unique skills.

"Xuanfeng, Tianchi!"

The ultimate move has come out, the world is extraordinary, and the direction of the sword is exactly the ultimate move of Zuo Danfeng's lineage. At this moment, in the hands of Ying Wuqian, it is vividly displayed.

"Good come!"

Seeing that Ying Wuqian made a move, Jian Fei Dao didn't have the slightest fear on his face, but a cold and chilling expression that had never been seen before, where his eyes were directed, Dao and swords were forgotten, and a sharp sword edge emerged. The awe-inspiring sword intent, in this moment, shrouded the heavens and the earth in all directions.

"Zheng......"

It was Feng Xiao, Jian Ming, and merciless cold and stern killing. The wind and sword turned into rain, overwhelming the sky, forcing Ying Wuqian to put aside all distracting thoughts, run the sword, and resist the sword attack.

“Drink~~(aebj)~~”

Pushing to the limit in an instant, there should be no Qiangong to push the limit, the single-blade swordsmanship reappears strangely, the blurred figure, one becomes three, three people, three swords, indistinguishable from reality and reality, together to kill the sword.

"The wind is rolling, the clouds are cold, and the snow is clear!"

The face corresponds to Wuqian's single frontal trick, Jianfei Dao is awe-inspiring and fearless. When you raise your hand, the sword's front turns, causing the animation to fly in the sky and white snow. Lights, snow light, sword light, and where the three lights converge, instantly illuminate the broken Ying Wuqian. The body of differentiation, and then a sharp and incomparable sword broke through the air, and the direction of the sword pointed directly at the body of Ying Wuqian.

but.............

But I never thought that at the moment when Jian Feidao pierced Ying Wuqian's body with a sword, Ying Wuqian's body turned into a cloud of smoke and instantly dissipated in the wind and snow.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Jian Feidao was shocked to realize that he was in the middle of the game, turned around for a moment, and saw that in the wind and snow, the avatars merged into one, reappearing Ying Wuqian's figure, followed by his most severe killing trick.

"Tianming Fengjing!"

Shan Feng made a sword, and it was aggressive. Jian Feidao quickly raised his sword to meet him, but when he heard a "clanging", the two swords clashed, and a huge force erupted, which actually shook Jian Feidao backwards step by step.

"hateful!"

Although he had known that there should be no cunning and cunning, he was not comparable to ordinary opponents, but at this moment, Jian Feidao was still very angry, raised his hand, raised his sword, and the snow and cold wind flew, using his sword energy, whistling and breaking through the air.

"Sinners, put them under the sword and put them to death!"

"Insanity!"

In the face of the endless wind and snow, the sword is like a surging storm. In order to save his life, there is nothing he can do. Ying Wuqian can only recklessly carry the Confucian sect's holy merits, and force the extreme Shan Fengjian to go to the highest school, and cooperate with Confucianism. The four sects of Taoism and Yiyi converge, and they are magnificent and powerful. It is...  

"Confucian waves are thousands of turbulent!"

With one sword swung down, ten thousand swords came together, endless sharpness, setting off boundless stormy waves, forcibly breaking through the sky, the sword and sharp sword, forcibly in the boundless sword rain, opened a way of life, the sword's edge was directed, forcing it to the front of Jian Fei Dao Three inches of danger, however, never thought about it, at this moment... Suddenly!

"Zheng......"

However, hearing a sword whistle breaking through the sky, at the moment of the moment, the sword's non-dao first showed a small chaotic round force, the figure was divided into black and white, and the aura of the sword merged with each other, and a powerful and incomparable force was actually derived.

"Fishing the cold river snow alone!"

The decisive move, an extreme encounter, accompanied by a loud "bang", the endless wind and snow were instantly scattered by the forcible shock, and in the air waves overflowing everywhere, He Jian Jianfei Dao blocked the sword edge of Ying Wuqian with a single sword. , a sword pierced his chest, and the bright red blood formed the most conspicuous contrast with the surrounding white snow.

"you............"

"When did you see through my Xuan Shanfeng?"

A deadly sword pierced through his chest, and Ying Wuqian's face couldn't help showing a hint of disbelief. He looked at the familiar opponent in front of him with unwilling eyes, but he never thought that he would be defeated like this.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Jian Feidao immediately snorted coldly: "From beginning to end, your ugly heart is out of tune with this snow-white land!" As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the piercing piercing The sword in Qian's chest.

"Uh............"

"I............I'm not willing to die!"

With a muffled groan, blood was spilled in the air, Ying Wuqian staggered back, and the trembling figure, after all, could no longer support it, and fell to the ground with a bang.

A lifetime of calculations, fame, authority, and ambition, in the end, it’s just a vain, bright cloud, merit is hard to keep, fame is hard to keep...  

"Ugh............"

"Ying Wuqian is dead, it's Chongyuzhi's turn next, but I am poisoned, time is running out, Chongyuzhi's whereabouts are hard to find, but the demon of the Netherworld is about to be born, I must have Chosen!"

With a sigh, he pondered for a while, feeling the poison that was spreading and spreading in his body. Jian Feidao knew that the time left for him was running out. He had to do everything he could before the time limit came. After all is done, only in this way can we live up to the re-creation of the two masters from Heaven and Earth............

Episode 1012: Sword Madness Xuanhu, Red Dust Frightened Snow, Yuliang Emperor!

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Relying on Qingjiangshanlou, how much worry about wind and rain?

In the quiet garden in front of the building, there is a stone table, a pot of tea, two stone benches and two figures, one man and one woman, none other than the owner of Yiqingjiangshan Tower...... . Luoshen Hongchen Xue in the sword, and the mysterious swordsman who gave her a battle post on the shore of Tianjian Lake......Xuanhu!

"Oh, from the shore of Tianjian Lake to Yiqingjiangshan Tower, you are really sincere in order to compare swords!"

While Hong Chenxue was talking and laughing, she stretched out her slender hand and served Xuanhuzhen a cup of tea: "This is the camellia tea that I carefully fryed on the mountain Meifeng after I picked it, supplemented by the spiritual spring in the mountains, which can calm people's mind and nourish one's energy."

"Thank you."

Xuanhu was not polite. He took the tea and drank it in one gulp. He didn't even seem to taste the tea at all. He only felt that the tea was really fragrant, and immediately praised: "It's really good tea!"

"what!"

Hearing this and seeing this, Hong Chenxue couldn't help but let out a chuckle, then shook his head and said helplessly: "It seems that in your heart, there is only a sword!"

"wrong!"

Xuanhu immediately retorted: "Everyone has many aspects, and people's hearts are complicated. What you see now is only one side of me. The sword is in my heart, but my heart has never only been the sword-."

"is it?"

Hong Chenxue asked with an inexplicable smile: "Then you and I came to Yiqingjiang Mountain Tower from the shore of Tianjian Lake, not for sword competition, but for me?"

"you..........."

Xuanhu snorted coldly: "You think too much, I'm just worried that you will die under the sword of the vicious head, after all, you and I have already made a sword contract, before you and I complete the sword comparison agreement, You can't die, and I won't let you die, and no one can let you die..."

"So you're worried about me!"

It seems that women's brain circuits are inherently different from men's. Xuanhu's domineering words, she heard nothing but only four words...... I'm worried about you!

"........."

In this regard, Xuanhu was speechless for a while.

There is a sentence to say, that, don't guess the woman's mind, Xuanhu felt that from the beginning, he should not take Hong Chenxue's words.