Just as the two swords were about to clash, I heard Shen Tu's sharp shout, and the giant sword suddenly flew out from his hands, crossing an extremely strange arc, and actually slashed the back of Di Cangqiong's neck. At the same time, he also gathered ten percent of the spirit energy in his palm, and when he twisted his body, he struck at Di Cangqiong's body mercilessly.
The art of sword control, the palms and swords are combined to form a fatal move. When something unexpected happened, he saw Di Cangqiong bending his sword fingers, concentrating his strength in the air, and the giant biting sword seemed to be pulled in an instant. The blade turned on the spot and struck Shentu Li directly in front of the chest.
Shentu Li was so surprised that he had no choice but to protect himself first. He stopped his body and grasped the hilt of the sword, and then took advantage of the situation to slash Di Cangqiong's neck.
But the moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword, Shentu Li suddenly felt a sword energy force through his body, and then it was as powerful as thunder and headed towards his heart. It was clearly the heart-piercing sword Gu!
Shentu Li was so surprised that he almost screamed out. Fortunately, this move was from his own sect and he was familiar with it. He immediately abandoned his sword and retreated. At the same time, he used his fingers to quickly seal the key points of his heart. The sinister sword energy is isolated from the outside.
But the unique skill created by the Red Devil Lu Jieping cannot be easily resolved. This sword energy must find a way to vent. Then there was only a dull crackling sound, and when the sword energy escaped sideways, a piece of blood mist rose into the sky and exploded from Shentu Li's left shoulder.
Shen Tuli endured the severe pain, stepped back and at the same time used several fingers to seal his blood vessels. He finally managed to steady his steps, but half of his body was already numb.
Di Cangqiong held the Giant Bite Sword at an angle with one hand and looked at Shen Tuli with a vague look, but also seemed to reveal a bit of pity.
There was a sudden silence in the field, and then only Di Cangqiong could be heard saying in a concentrated voice: "The martial arts of your Kongtong sect is extensive and profound. If you study it with concentration, you will be able to stand out from the crowd. But if you want to rely on outsiders' methods and rely on speculation to win, I'm sorry. I really feel sorry for the Red Devils."
Shentu Li forcibly suppressed the surging energy and blood in his chest, and after a moment he said hoarsely: "Thank you, senior, for the advice. In that case, I will use the unique knowledge of the Kongtong Sect to learn the best tricks."
However, after two moves, he lost his sword and was injured. Now he is even more paralyzed. No one could have imagined that Shen Tuli would not admit defeat.
Zhan Meiling was about to speak out some words of persuasion, but she heard Qiu Bosong beside him sigh softly: "Senior brother is stubborn, it's useless to talk. Let's just wait and see what happens."
Zhan Meiling paused for a moment, and while she was deep in thought, she saw Shen Tuli raising his right arm high above his head, his fingers clenched into a fist, and then his whole arm made a loud clicking sound.
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but change their expressions. At this moment, they heard the sound of ripping silk, and when the ocher sleeves completely fell apart, the huge bronze arms that were as blazing as a cannon were already as powerful as the sky.
A solemn look finally appeared on Di Cangqiong's face, and he said in a low voice with a cold look: "You have hurt eight hundred people and destroyed yourself three thousand times. It seems that you are determined to have a life-or-death showdown with me?"
Shentu Li's faction said decisively: "The leader has a destiny, so he must die as a result."
Di Cangqiong's long eyebrows twitched, and he finally sighed softly: "In that case, as a last resort, I will allow you to achieve enlightenment."
Shenzhou Sword Judgment, the peak meeting, I saw Sima Yu falling into the cave, Murong Zhuo's eyebrows rose sharply, he sneered and chased after him like maggots on his tarsus, the ice sword condensed for a moment, and a bright sword light followed. He poured out his words in a loud voice and vowed to capture the leader of Liuyang who had been a lifelong bandit.
Full of hatred and pleasure, Murong Zhuo's usually indifferent eyes were dyed a strange ice blue color.
Just as the dust was settling, Sima Yu's eyes suddenly shot out two streaks of blood-red that could swallow everything. Just like the burning wind from hell penetrating the sky, it shattered the blue ice in front of him.
Unbelievable shock, after all, there was no way to recover from the mistake of this move. At the moment when the ice sword shattered, I suddenly heard Shura Mingyin flying from behind Sima Yu, and the bloodthirsty snake blade fell into the chest with the power of swallowing the sky. It was the evil spirit. Halberd·Three Ways Crossing!
The art of sword control!
Just when these four words flashed through his mind, Murong Zhuo's palms had already used all their strength to capture the life-threatening demonic soldier.
The spiritual awareness given by "Tao Zhen Xuan Jie" instantly rises to its peak, and what he knows and feels is like the roaring of thousands of ghosts and evil spirits, trying to break people's hearts into pieces.
Eternal Daozhen, a generation of swordsmen, complement each other even more in this moment of life and death. At the moment of exhaustion, the demon-suppressing sound finally overwhelms the eternal magic law. Even if he is extradited to Santu, it will be difficult to shake the power of Zhenwu.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when the frightening magic rhythm suddenly stopped, he suddenly heard the red devil's sound and broken strings bursting out. The burning sword energy surged into the body through the sharp edge of the snake blade, and then came unstoppably through the heart veins.
Heart-piercing sword Gu!
Unexpectedly, Sima Yu also hid this sinister killing move. Before Murong Zhuo could recover, he was severely injured on the spot. Finally, he couldn't help but spattered vermilion at his mouth. As he staggered back, his complexion instantly turned as pale as death.
Just as he tried his best to stop himself, Murong Zhuo felt an unbearable pain in his heart, causing this generation of swordsman to kneel down.
Looking over with sad and unwilling eyes, I saw Sima Yu showing the same dejection. Although he was barely able to stand upright with the support of the evil halberd, the strange red light in his eyes was no longer as bright as the residual candle spark.
It was as if the battlefield with the rumbling drums gradually fell into silence, leaving only the endless sadness of the decaying grass and cold wind. Yesterday we were close friends, now we are bandits. When our eyes met, there was a bit of regret and a bit of hatred.
One suffers from pain that penetrates all the bones and is weak in trying to revive. The other suffers from white hair scattered and blood all over the body. Be it a hero or a tyrant, no matter how famous he is in China, he will eventually be doomed.
At the moment when the red demonic light disappeared, Sima Yu could only hear a sigh, and his hoarse voice could not hide his desolate voice: "You have to do it through force, and you end up harming others and yourself. Are you really satisfied now?"
Murong Zhuo managed to stand up, resisting the severe pain in his heart, and slowly shook his head and said: "It is my own fault for underestimating you, but to be able to control such a world-wrecking demonic weapon, your identity is by no means simple."
Sima Yu smiled self-deprecatingly, then raised his head and looked up at the sky for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter if you are not innocent. I have been implicated by you today, and I am afraid that I will die without a burial place. Even all my ambitions are in vain. You said that discussing friendship with me is a lifelong regret." , but how can it compare to my endless regret?"
There was joy in Murong Zhuo's eyes, and he nodded slightly and said: "If your ambition is enough to destroy the world, then if I drag you together today, I can barely atone for your past mistakes."
Sima Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "That's all, if I had known you were hopeless, why would I have bothered with my words? It's a pity that our two great heads will be taken away by others and passed off as famous. It’s a stepping stone.”
When Murong Zhuo heard this, he was disapproving of it, but suddenly he heard a clear and clear dragon roar. He followed the sound in astonishment and saw a proud figure in a blue shirt floating in the wind.
Sima Yu was also looking at him with obvious eyesight, and the bitter smile on his face became even worse, and then he just listened to leisurely chanting carried by the wind:
"I chatted about my teenage madness. I hold the yellow on my left and the blue on my right. I wear a brocade hat and mink fur, and a thousand cavalry roll around the plain. In order to repay the love of the city, I followed the prefect and shot the tiger myself to see Mr. Sun. I was drunk, my chest and courage were still open, and there was a slight frost on my temples. , so why not. In the clouds holding the knot, when will I send Feng Tang? I will draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf."
