He just made a slight stroke, as light as waving his sleeves and spreading his clothes. No one could tell how hard he worked. However, with just such a slight stab, Fan Qinghui was unable to resist, let alone react.
Fan Qinghui was the master of Cihang Jingzhai and one of the most powerful martial artists in the world who had been famous for a long time, but he was killed so simply and so easily by the sword.
Just one knife, one knife to divide, one knife to divide.
No one cheered, no one marveled, because everyone felt their hands and feet were cold, and everyone was sweating coldly.
Facing an invincible person, what about a completely invisible knife?
It seems that we can only retreat, there seems to be no second way!
Daoxin didn't want to die, so he had no choice but to retreat. But as soon as he retreated, the full moon appeared and the sword stood up!
As soon as the scimitar was unfolded, the full moon rose.
The sword light had arrived and disappeared in a flash.
Dao Xin stood still without moving. A line of blood gradually became clear from his throat, and then his head rolled down.
The fallen head was right in front of Wisdom, no more than a foot away from him, staring at him...
Although one finger of wisdom has been broken, it is only one finger. He still has the power to fight back; since retreating is also death, and not retreating is also death, so he can only fight for a chance of survival.
He pushed his true energy to its peak, and then moved it into his palms. However, as soon as his palm movements were completed, before the palm technique could be used, the light of the sword found him first.
How can there be such a fast sword technique in the world? Why can a sword that is so light and soft come so fast? !
This sword moved from far to near, coming last and then moving forward. It was ten times faster than all the sword techniques in the world. The distant sword light came closer and flickered slightly at the throat. , flew away.
One knife per month, almost every month!
With a sudden surge of energy, Emperor Xin responded with his wisdom and luck, and finally found an opportunity. He used the Great Perfection Staff with all its strength and attacked from behind overwhelmingly.
Jiaxiang chased after him like a shadow, nearly a hundred years of skill gathered in his palm, although his right arm was useless, his left palm struck directly, then his palm turned into a fist, the fist turned into a finger, and the finger pointed at the blade.
The two of them joining forces are no longer in the ascendant like they were in the first battle. They leave it for later. The two of them attack together with their lives at risk and attack with all their strength.
But it was still one sword, and there was no second sword at all.
When the light of the sword rises, it makes a moving arc, a heart-stirring arc that makes people fall in love at first sight and will never forget it.
What a beautiful knife...
That fleeting splendor, a touch of style, a moment of grace, and a flash of astonishment seemed to surpass all the magic in the world. It had dissolved all the beauty in the world into one knife, and also gathered all the terror in the world into one knife.
The light of the sword that condenses all the beauty in the world is actually full of death. The death is carried by the blade and melted into the color of the sword.
Emperor Xin and Jiaxiang's faces suddenly showed expressions of extreme fear. Although they were alive, they suddenly wanted to die!
The move is completed, but before the move falls, the move dies first; their martial arts moves, the changes in the moves, and the power in the moves all die first. The magical sword that surpasses everything in the world also kills all the magical powers in the world.
This knife is extremely beautiful, extremely gorgeous, life-threatening, and kills all life.
One knife in the world of mortals will turn all things into annihilation!
The sword flashed again, quickly retracted, and disappeared.
Emperor Xin and Jiaxiang paused after the sword light disappeared. The two of them did not fall down, and there were no injuries on their bodies. However, their breathing had stopped, their heartbeats had stopped, and they were dead.
The two people's expressions were still condensed on their faces, that kind of expression of extreme fear!
The careless hand caressing the blade is like a lover's hand caressing the beautiful woman's slender waist.
A drop of blood is slowly falling from the blade, and a sad and beautiful color appears, as helpless as a falling flower...
Suddenly, the knife began to tremble, the sword began to squeak, the gun began to vibrate, all the weapons, everyone's weapons, trembled, squeaked, and vibrated.
Such a bizarre scene was horrifying for everyone to see, but when they saw the only scimitar that did not tremble or vibrate, everyone was horrified.
What kind of person can use such sword skills!
What kind of knife is that scimitar!
Is the Miaoyun Sword a magic sword or a magic sword?
Why can one sword make thousands of swords scream and make thousands of soldiers tremble?
If you look around at random, you will see people who are frightened, panicked, and helpless.
Looking at the appearances of all living beings and everyone, he said slowly and casually: "Let's take action together. Although there is no way to survive, it is better than waiting to die!"
No one dares to take action, no one dares to step forward, everyone is retreating, involuntarily, and the situation is difficult for themselves; when they know that the devil is the king of heaven, and his will is arbitrary, and when he sees that kind of sword technique and that kind of scimitar, Everyone lost the courage to fight back.
The saying "A large number of people makes a strong force" has obviously lost its effectiveness. In front of the Heavenly Lord, under the Miaoyun Sword, people become insignificant and their lives become humble.
Ranran smiled slightly and took a step forward. His figure flashed away in an instant, disappearing and reappearing. He appeared in front of everyone like a ghost escaping. He took out the Miao Yun knife and swung it down.
The full moon rises again, and the sword light flies again!
The light of the sword is like a ray of sunset and a rain of blood.
With one sword, both body and soul are destroyed, and with one sword, human heads are separated.
The scimitar cut, broke, slashed, pierced, and cut through the forest of people. The body burst apart, life collapsed, and blood splashed! The speed of his attack was uncertain, sometimes slow and slow, but he wielded the knife as if he were painting, he dropped the knife as if composing music, and his hand holding the knife was like holding a pen and playing the piano.
What he composed was a frightening song, and what he drew was a picture of purgatory.
Cries, screams, and roars sounded from all directions, and after the sword flash passed, they disappeared instantly.
Everyone is running away, but no one can escape the light of the flying sword.
Sweeping, chopping, plucking, cutting, plundering, stabbing, chopping, and thrusting, the eight skills of the sword are interpreted to the extreme, unparalleled, and perfect.
The sword light was getting faster and closer, and it was too late to run. They could only 'fly'!
Li Zitong shouted, spinning and firing dozens of hidden weapons. At the same time, his men jumped up and jumped three feet into the air. In the air, he couldn't help but look back, and when he looked back, he saw the light of the sword.
The sword light flew, the full moon flashed, and Li Zitong died!
The light of the knife was beautiful and erratic, with infinite charm. With a slight twist, the person was divided into two pieces.
Blood filled the sky, and corpses fell to the ground.
No one can retreat, no one can escape. Whoever dares to retreat will see the light of the sword first, and whoever dares to escape will die under the sword first. Those who cut down are in the forest, soaked in the red color, and dance between life and death.
No one can survive his one blow, and no one can survive his second blow.
Li Zitong is dead! Seeing his death, Yu Wenhua felt chills all over his body. Although he was accompanied by Yu Wen Wudi and Yu Wen Chengdu, and more than two hundred of his clan's best men to protect him, he felt as if he was naked and helpless. I have nothing to rely on, life is not up to me, death is not up to me.
Why not the others? !
The sky is getting darker, the fear is getting deeper, the blood is getting thicker, and the will to die is getting stronger.
As the sun sets, someone finally starts to fight back!
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