"What a strong murderous aura! It is said that the best killing in the world is the bloody martial arts of Taizu of the Jin Kingdom, but our King Wen's swordsmanship is not inferior!"

Behind the windowsill on the second floor of an inn in the distance, Song Xiao, wearing a black robe and a mask, was chatting and laughing. Yan Yanghui, Wu Yuan and Jin Li stood side by side.

"This guy practices too fast." Jin Li tilted his mouth.

Yan Yanghui, who had always been elegant and elegant, twisted the snow-white temples on his left cheek with two fingers, and chuckled: "The second place in the Jinxiu list, how could he be a false reputation? It is said that this person is still the big wild demon dragon in the Nine Dragons fighting for immortality, and the identity of the leader of the martial arts world with destiny."

"The leader of the martial arts world?" Jin Li blinked and sneered, "Bad! Didn't you see any holy land taking the initiative to surrender? It was only the Sword-Building Sect, which had greatly lost strength, that surrendered to them."

Song Xiao smiled and said, "Only by throwing bricks can you attract jade. There will be countless fish and shrimps that will continue to enter Sichuan before there will be a magnificent scene of the major holy places surrendering one after another in the future."

Yan Yanghui smiled slightly, glanced at the surroundings without a trace, and said with a smile: "It seems that there are many people coming today."

Song Xiao smiled and said, "One is the first sword in China, and the other is the sword saint who has been at the peak of the swordsmanship for decades. The confrontation between the two is nothing different for warriors, so it is a feast of gluttons after being hungry for a few days. Naturally, there are many people coming."

Looking at the somewhat blurred figure from afar, Wu Yuan's eyes were complicated. Although the Wu family's destruction had little to do with this King Wen, since Song Kai killed his entire family for the sake of the Wenbang of King Wen, this revenge should have fallen to this person.

Noting Wu Yuan's "sex" in appearance, Song Xiao sighed and suddenly laughed, "Have you heard of it? Before King Wen arrived in Hangzhou, he had already made the six ministers of the court quarrel. Even King Chu, King Yue and King Yang rushed back together. It was so lively!"

"King Wen is not a peaceful person," Yan Yanghui laughed and said, "When I first came to Hangzhou, I almost broke up half of Hefang Street with the playboys of the Zhu family. The second time I came, I almost overturned the sky with all the vassal kings and the powerful men of the court because of the belongings of Sichuan and Sichuan."

"This is his third time," Song Xiao's eyes were deep and smiling. "Is it a disaster that will lead to the west, and let Wenbang and Jin Kingdom fight to the death and reap the benefits of the fisherman? Or should we work together with Dawen to defeat Jin? I think even if it is Yue Wang and others, they will hesitate."

Wu Yuan said coldly: "The best way for our dynasty is to let Dawen and Jin die together first, so that it can not only fundamentally solve the Jin Dynasty, but also completely suppress the rise of Wenbang."

"It's just that this is a bit of a slight slaughtering donkeys," Yan Yanghui glanced at the young but vicious woman and said calmly, "Besides, there are Mongolians in the north who are eyeing each other, so it's not a good idea to sacrifice Wenbang now."

"The ministers and ministers in the court have a little bit of brains. Who would have thought of this?" Song Xiao shook his head slightly, and an indescribable sneer appeared in his eyes. "What a pity! Most of them will not mention this, but will think that they are sincere in their country and are to eliminate the traitors who have disobedience to our dynasty."

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The sword energy on the Immortal Sword is magnificent, like the light of slaying a dragon, especially when endless murderous intent fills the world, it makes everyone fall into an ice cave.

The noon sunlight gathered into the sword light was originally illusory and blurred, but it seemed to be touched by the ending sword path. It turned into a thin yellow line visible to the naked eye in the sky, tightly entangled, colliding with the killing light on the immortal sword.

Silently, Yao Ruoyu's countless figures of immortal gods drowned in the anger suddenly shattered most of them. Yao Ruoyu maintained a high-level posture with one sword, and his legs sank into the ground until he exceeded his knees.

Just as he blocked the sword of the other sect, Yao Ruoyu couldn't help but spit out a turbid air with a bit of fishy smell. The sword tip turned and supported the ground, pulled out his legs from the bottom, patted the dust on his legs, and smiled and said, "Senior, you have two swords."

"Very proud?" As if being angry by Yao Ruoyu's relaxed tone, the alien sect said coldly. Then, countless spectators around felt a chill in their bodies and minds. A majestic momentum rose from the courtyard and swept tens of thousands of feet in an instant. All spectators around felt a chill in their bodies and minds. All those who wore swords suddenly felt a buzzing sword on their waists, as if they were about to deshewn and walked away.

Ten miles west of the courtyard, Mingzhou, the master of Dafeng Cizhaizhai, pressed the natal sword called "Cimei" with one hand, his eyebrows pounded, and his energy climbed to the peak, and he barely suppressed the sword weapon under his palm.

Beside him, dozens of elders and disciples of Dafeng Cizhai practiced swords, just like him, suppressing their natal swords with sweat all over his head, so as not to be forcibly captured by the sword domain of the other sects.

At the same time, within an area of ​​80,000 feet, nearly covering most of the sword domains of Hangzhou Capital. The guest of the Xiaogang Yan Yanghui, the clown emperor of the disciple of the Minister of War Su Shi, Li Yuezhou, the successor of Confucius Sheng of Confucianism, etc., all those who wear swords strive to suppress the sword weapon.

The only one is the only one in the sword domain. In all, I am the only one in the sword domain. All swordsmen and sword weapons need to be worshipped!

As the second strongest man below the eighth level, when Tore, who ranked first in the martial arts list, was the Mongol Khan, the Hu man from the foreign border, inevitably became the signature of the Great Song Dynasty below the eighth level.

This hand of the Supreme Sword Realm was sublimated by his Supreme Sword Art when it reached its limit. Ming Zhou, Yan Yanghui, Li Yuezhou and others were just those Xu Yu who were affected. The young man under the shade of the tree outside the courtyard was the real victim who suffered the pressure of the sword realm laws.

Feeling the endless domineering sword art around him, Yao Ruoyu kept moving to end the sword art, and wrapped the immortal sword firmly. The soul talisman of the anti-character is shining brightly, and it is obviously already reached its limit, hoping to resolve the power of the sword domain that is constantly eroding in.

"It is not a skill to be able to take my two swords at the sixth level, nor can you show your name as the number one sword in China."

The cold and domineering voice of the alien sect slowly sounded from the house, making the sword domain more powerful and heavy, and made Yao Ruoyu's soul-destroying thoughts shaking. If he hadn't used tricks to improve his cultivation level to the completeness of the sixth realm, he would have been defeated long ago.

Even so, under the power of the unparalleled sword domain, the immortal-suppressing sword in Yao Ruoyu's hand, which had his own fate, still slowly raised his head and gradually headed towards the other sect, like a minister kneeling for the king.

Taking a deep breath, Yao Ruoyu bit his tongue and stimulated his mind with pain. The sword path sublimated into a black hole floating above his head. The powerful swallowing power suddenly emerged, and then another dragon 's roar', the shadow of the demon dragon appeared looming, and the abundant demon dragon power poured into the body.

As the demon dragon's fate and soul black holes emerged one after another, Yao Ruoyu's aura finally calmed down for the time being, blocking the continuous sword domain power around him.

But whether it was Yao Ruoyu, the alien sect, or other audience members, they all knew very well that this was just temporary.

When Yao Ruoyu's resistance was finally broken after combining many methods, the stalemate calm suddenly became unbalanced, and it would form a far greater impact than it is now. Even if the King Wen is famous, it would be an unknown whether he can still have the energy to fight the Jin Kingdom after being beaten by this blow.

Yao Ruoyu, who was under heavy pressure, naturally knew this more clearly, so when he finally achieved this brief calm, he turned his sword without hesitation, as if holding a sword, and "flying", and the hundred-foot heaven and earth in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror shattering, revealing a pitch-black area of ​​hundreds of feet long.

Water is invisible and wanders around, filling the world, like space. Yao Ruoyu first comprehended from the water image, meaning it means to cut off space.

However, since he corrected the soul talisman, he created a new move based on it. The sword edge is like a oar, the space is like a river, and the sword is like a person holding a oar, and he can ignore the distance of space. The sword edge can also be touched by the soul thoughts.

With one step forward, Yao Ruoyu followed the sword and slashed horizontally. The strange sect in the house immediately raised his eyebrows and bounced forward. There was nothing in the air, but his finger popped out, and burst out of fire, and countless sparks splashed out of thin air.

Even though Yao Ruoyu's majestic body, with the double force of the Breaking Mirror and the Demon Dragon, had a strong body after enduring the snap of the finger of the other sect, he still couldn't help but feel stuffy in his chest, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. However, his feet did not retreat half an inch, and he still firmly took root in the same place. Only the sword edge bounced back under the force and flipped with the momentum. The sword edge rotated around it, and relied on the black hole and the Zhenxian Sword forcibly sucked part of the sword domain power, transformed into the sword edge, merged with his true energy, and turned into a burst of flames.

The ancients said: Cranes stand out from the crowd. All the best people in the world can be described and praised by this word. Yao Ruoyu's sword uses all the spirits in the world as fire, boiling the best people, burning talents, and burning heroes.

Vermilion Bird Elephant, Cooking Crane!

While the void in front of him had not yet recovered, Yao Ruoyu slashed with his sword, with the black hole suction, the evil spirit of the Immortal Sword and the soul thought of destroying the sword, constantly searching out wisps of power from the surrounding sword domains, and confronting the strange sect one after another apart from the different sects.

If Yao Ruoyu's eight swords of killing are the world's first-class killing sword skills, it can be considered as the first level of magic, then the four sword moves he visualized with the Four Symbols as reference objects, each of which can reach the first level of the Great Dao alone.

The way of killing sword! The way of boundary sword! The way of destruction sword!

The killing sword art originated from Li Taibai and Li Busheng, the father and son, who divided the sword arts and the sword arts were derived from Zhao Tianjiao, and the final destruction sword art was the sword art he first realized.

Among the four symbols, the only one who is the Qinglong Elephant is currently unsure. Even if he keeps reading the martial arts scriptures in Evergreen Valley these days, he still has no inspiration.

As the battle continued, Yao Ruoyu's body was constantly impacted by the recoil force, and the black hole suction and demon dragon power that had been maintained, slowly showed signs of decline, and was suppressed bit by bit by bit by bit.

At the same time, the strange sects who have always been serious about their younger generations rarely show a little bit of shock.

Killing swordsmanship, destroying swordsmanship, demarcation swordsmanship, death swordsmanship, destroying swordsmanship, and chaotic swordsmanship. In just over thirty breaths of their fight, Yao Ruoyu used six swordsmanships that reached the level of the great way, and no matter which one of them had completely reached the soul realm of the swordsmanship. And under the guidance of a unique force, there were signs of fusion and unity.

"Is it the same thing to melt the sword in the world? I didn't expect that the guy who I thought was indecisive back then could have such ambitions," Yi Zongzheng smiled in a low voice, and his eyes suddenly changed, "Not good!"

Before he finished speaking, his sword domain that had only driven half-powered to explode suddenly, and in a blink of an eye it had reached its peak. Not only did it make all the sword weapons below seven realms within a radius of 180,000 feet go into the air, and aim the sword tip at this place like a pilgrimage, but it also made Yao Ruoyu resist all the collapse in an instant and completely defeated.
Chapter completed!