Taoist Lotus Crown couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. A young man who clearly only possesses the seventh-grade pseudo realm after holding a sword can actually force a ninth-grade grandmaster to take two steps back?
What a desperate gesture this is.
As for that figure, the flesh and blood of his arms were torn apart, revealing strips of white bones. It was so miserable.
"Really think you can fight?" Zhao Bingnie sneered.
"I'm your father, I fuck your mother."
The sound was still echoing for a long time, but the two figures had already disappeared at the same time.
The flow of roses once again brought the luck of the emperor, and fell into the world like rain, with countless streams of heavenly pillars falling straight down.
"You can't even handle the rules of heaven, and you still want to suppress me?!"
Zhao Bingnie waved his hand lightly and chopped it off casually.
The shadow flashed, as if teleporting from thousands of miles away to the old man, a bright stream of flowers blasted past, and Guiliu punched out again. Even though Zhao Bingnie caught it with both fists, he still had a sword.
Zhu Xian, the most lethal one, hung high above the old man's head, clanking and trembling.
"Down!!"
Guiliu roared and raged, blood gushed out from his seven orifices, and he didn't even get a breath of fresh air. He desperately wanted to exchange punches with Zhao Bingnie again, leaving him no time to deal with the threat above his head.
After a simple and simple punch was fired, an extremely small snow-white sword energy began to fall from the sky and the earth, like the Milky Way falling from the sky. The momentum became more and more thrilling, from being as small as a mustard seed to becoming as towering as a mountain.
The snow-white sword light seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth.
The Lotus Crown Taoist's eyes look at his nose and his heart, and his eyes have the aura of purple gold flowing through them. He uses the Taoist's untainted magical power to observe this battle that eclipses the mountains and rivers.
But he couldn't see Zhao Bingnie who was engulfed by the snow-white sword light.
He sighed and said quietly: "Dead?"
The green-shirted sword leader said calmly: "The only ninth-grade martial artist in the past five hundred years will not die so easily."
Suddenly there was a particularly harsh scoff.
"Is this all you can do?"
No one could see that in the snow-white sword light pouring down, there were strands of transparent sword energy gathering together, becoming more and more numerous and majestic, and finally formed a great tide, flowing from bottom to top.
It was like clear water washing away, shattering the snow-white sword light.
The soft sword energy spreads everywhere, and the world becomes peaceful.
Geiliu vomited blood in large mouthfuls. After he managed to stand up with his sword in both hands, his body staggered and he might fall down at any time.
Anyone can see that he is at the end of his strength.
The old man held the Immortal Killer and sneered: "If you don't cultivate, you have to practice external power. There are all people like you in the world. I can kill them with or without a sword!"
Guiliu opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak. Instead, blood surged from his throat.
Taoist Lotus Crown's eyes widened suddenly because he read what the young man wanted to say.
The next second, the green-shirted swordsman blurted out with him, "I have a sword."
Zhao Bingnie was stunned and laughed loudly, "Come on, let me see your last sword before death."
Guiliu turned his head to look in the direction of home, raised his hand tremblingly, his eyes were red.
Father and mother, if you can beat him, you can avenge your son, if you can't beat him, just live a good life, both are excellent.
Guiqing, you are my sister, but you have never called me "brother". Forget it in this life. If you don't want to be a sister and want to be a sister in the next life, then I will be the brother. It's no big deal.
Obviously nothing happened, but the old man let out a light sigh, and several Lingxu sword shadows suddenly appeared behind him, forming a cage of sword energy that even immortals could not overcome.
Taoist Lotus Crown used the Taoist magical power of "looking at the water and the moon in the mirror", widened his eyes, and finally saw the scene clearly. It turns out that this kid had hidden a sword in advance.
A cave in the sky was opened in the sea of evil clouds, and a tiny sword energy slashed through it. In an instant, the whole city shook violently.
But the sword energy cage remained motionless.
Taoist Lotus Crown shook his head and withdrew his magical power. This sword only had six levels of strength at most. Not to mention it couldn't hurt Zhao Bingnie, even if it hit him, it would be neither painful nor itchy. Although hiding is good, it is better not to come out.
Zhao Bingnie smiled slightly, "This is your last sword before death. I thought it was some kind of sword that cut through mountains and rivers. I was really scared to death."
Everyone thought that was the end of it.
The figure with bare bones suddenly began to run wildly, pulled out a blunt knife and splashed water, and rushed forward, crashing into the caged sword array.
Die when you die!
Zhao Bingnie's eyes widened, and Master Lotus Crown took a sharp breath of cold air. His Taoist heart almost broke, "Crazy! Crazy!"
Not even an immortal dared to approach the Sword Qi Fan Cage, yet he was barely alive and yet he crashed into it?
This is nothing but crazy!
After all, that sword energy cage was the exquisite handiwork of an invincible man. It contained infinite sword energy and was able to suppress Lu Shui to death. As for the figure that crashed into the cage, its flesh and blood exploded in just an instant.
The blood mist filled the air, covering up the tragic figure. Other than that, nothing else could be seen.
The old man laughed loudly, the sea of clouds lingered, and the wind was dead silent, as if the whole world was silent. This truly number one person in the world still stands tall at the highest peak of swordsmanship in the world with an invincible attitude.
There was a trembling sword cry from the sky and the earth, and wisps of snow-white sword energy flowed slowly.
This wisp of sword energy comes from the great rivers and mountains, and contains the purest meaning of heaven and earth.
In the past, there were people who traveled through countless mountains and rivers. Everywhere they went, they used the sword in their hands to cut out a cliff carving. A long, long time later, he became the leader of swordsmanship in the world, and those originally unknown cliff carvings became holy places for sword practitioners to learn the art of swordsmanship.
Therefore, with him here, the swordsmanship in the world will be even better.
But is it enough?
Not enough, far from enough!
He once said that it was superior to the Heaven and Earth Sword.
Viewing mountains, rivers and seas,
Ask the sword, ask the sky, and ask the heart.
Taoist Lotus Crown suddenly realized that he was no longer around.
The man in green shirt was already standing at attention. He closed his eyes and saw the sceneries in front of him flashing by like a horse. They were majestic cliff carvings one after another.
The sword intention of mountains and rivers is coming in an instant.
The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Why do you ask about the sword?"
The man in green shirt said softly: "It's just climbing."
"Wait a moment while I look for a sword."
The old man casually broke off a willow branch, held it in his hand, and said: "Everyone in the world knows that Zhao Bingnie is invincible, but they don't know that Zhao Bingnie with a sword in his hand and Zhao Bingnie without a sword are actually two very different people. .”
"In my life, I have only drawn my sword three times in the true sense."
"For the first time, when the dynasty fell, the enemy was heavily mounted."
"The second time, the sword kills the ghosts and gods in Fengdu."
"The third time, kill eighteen heavenly immortals."
The old man smiled with relief: "There is still someone in this world who is worthy of my fourth sword. That's great. It couldn't be better."
Lotus Crown Taoist slumped on the ground weakly, "Madmen, they are all madmen."
The green-robed swordsman sat cross-legged, with his sword across his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.
Between heaven and earth, mountains and rivers surge with sword intent, like the great tide of the Guangling River, stretching to the very edge of the sky.
He didn't look at the sword, he just closed his eyes and carefully felt the resonance of the mountains and rivers in his heart, and felt every plant and tree in the world.
The old man held the wicker in his hand and inhaled suddenly. People in the Nine Realms spit out the essence of heaven and earth, and when time comes, both heaven and earth work together!
He gently swung out the willow branch and struck it towards the man in green shirt.
That was not sword energy, not a sword move, but a pure sword intention, like a mainstay, blocking the mountain and river sword energy, and the last remaining trace struck the green shirt like a willow.
The blood instantly soaked into the green shirt.
This leader of swordsmanship, who had become famous all over the world early on, was defeated in the end.
He slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on his face and no regrets in his heart.
Within the cage, the sword energy was raging freely, and Gui Liu felt like he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and was beyond recognition.
His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Only he knew what he was saying.
Someone once told him that no matter how heavy the burden is, he must grit his teeth and pick it up. If he picks it up, he will pick it up, even if he can only hold it for a second. But if you can't pick it up, you will never be able to pick it up again in this life. In this life, there are some burdens that you can only count on others to take your place. You can only pick them yourself and carry them to your death.
"Mom, I don't want to watch you carry the catastrophe for me. My father said that you have to bear the burden yourself."
Gui Liu, who was suppressed by the sword energy cage, actually moved his fingers slightly.
"Gui Qing, don't you hate me the most? Why are you carrying me home?"
"Hu Meizi, who the hell allowed you to be disfigured? Believe it or not, I will return to Chunxian Tower right now, tie you up and throw you into the Yao River to feed the fish."
At this moment, Geiliu roared angrily, with tears streaming down his face, "Who allowed you to do this for me?! Why are you so selfish! Why!"
"I don't want to be like a useless person anymore. Even my mother has to resist the catastrophe, even the body has to be carried back by Gui Qing, and I can't even protect a poor woman with a tragic fate!"
"Even if I die, I want them to live well!" If you want me to die, come to me! ! "
The sea of clouds broke open, and a thunder struck down heavily.
The old man suddenly crushed the thunderbolt, his eyes filled with surprise. What on earth is this kid thinking? It can actually cause a catastrophe.
Another thunder struck down heavily.
The old man was furious and raised countless swords behind him. The energy of the swords flowed backwards towards the sky like the water of a surging river.
There was finally no movement that day.
When the blood-clothed man finally slowly stretched out his hands, he pushed the knife forward.
The sword energy cage was suddenly filled with cracks.
The next second, this sword energy cage, which was the old man's most proud and shocking creation in a hundred years, and could detain countless immortals, exploded to pieces!
He was dressed in bloody clothes, with fluttering sleeves, and his aura was like that of a celestial being.
Zhu Xian trembled around him, like meeting an old friend. He gently held Zhu Xian, and wisps of snow-white sword energy coiled around him, exuding terrifying killing power.
The sword leader in a green shirt soaked in blood slowly stood up and unsheathed his sword again. The sword energy behind him was like a torrential river, like a majestic mountain, and finally merged into the sword intention of a mountain and river.
Unknowingly, two men with swords were standing in a row.
It seems like two swords of the world.
At that moment, the old man's muddy old eyes burst into tears.
Through the hazy tearful eyes, he seemed to see the years in the future for a long, long time.
Two No. 1s in the world, two leaders in swordsmanship,
Two people who far surpassed him in swordsmanship.
In this world, I, Zhao Bingnie, am very ordinary.
With the two of you, what more could I ask for? !
