Liu Banbi's fluttering words were enough to make the middle-aged woman's hair stand on end. An ordinary sword fairy might feel that she still had a chance to survive, but the sword fairy was different from the sword fairy. The one in front of her had obviously been killing demons in the north for many years.
It is fundamentally different from ordinary swordsmen. I am afraid that among the swordsmen in the same realm now, if everyone can judge the swordsman they least want to meet, it is this one, and it can only be this one.
Even when Liu Banbi steps into the realm of the Great Sword Immortal, maybe he will really be able to fight against the master of the Sword Sect who has not shown his face for many years, and then the whole world will have a good show to watch.
Will the world's leading sword cultivator change his position?
Things like this are things for the future, but now, when the middle-aged woman is facing Liu Banbi, she is thinking about how to leave alive.
She was silent for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, Liu Banbi over there interrupted: "I know what you are going to say, but it is nothing more than your master's background. If you want me, a good swordsman, to consider killing you, can I afford the consequences?"
, it’s actually useless, now that I’m here, how can I think about those things?”
Before he finished speaking, Liu Banbi had a cicada in his waist, which was already trembling, and the sword energy was already flowing out of the scabbard.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged woman, who knew that she had no way out, stopped talking, but a little rainbow light swayed from behind her, and an ancient well suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. It was originally the city of God with heavy snow, but now there were more.
It has a refreshing smell, but it doesn't feel cold. Instead, it feels puzzlingly cool.
The Wangyou monks each have their own methods and strengths. They practice different ways, have different circumstances, and have different moods, so they are all different.
Liu Banbi frowned slightly, then smiled and said: "I haven't seen it before, just right."
As he spoke with a smile, the flying sword holding the cicada at his waist suddenly left its sheath, and without any warning, it stabbed the middle-aged woman at an extremely fast speed, pulling out a dazzling sword light in mid-air.
The middle-aged woman turned her head to avoid it, and the flying sword fell directly into the scene behind her. At this moment, to the naked eye, it turned into a cicada and fell into the ancient well.
The middle-aged woman noticed the problem and said coldly: "What are you doing?"
Liu Banbi did not answer this question.
But when he raised his head, snowflakes were flying on the sky and scattered in all directions. An extremely dazzling sword light separated the sky and the earth, as if it was about to fall from the clouds into the world, forming a long river of sword energy!
This sword is so powerful that it dazzles people.
When I watched Gan Yong's last sword strike in Xuanling County that day, I saw that Yu Xiyi, one of the two sword cultivators, was not at a high enough level and was too far away. Even if he had some enlightenment, he would probably have to accumulate it until his level was high enough.
The talents gained from the battle can help him, and Liu Banbi was originally a Forgetful Sword Immortal. After seeing the sword of the Great Sword Immortal, he had realized that Liu Banbi's sword is now more powerful than before he left the Northern Territory.
Bigger, more majestic.
The middle-aged woman stared at the long river of sword energy, and her mind was tense. The monks on the mountain did not want to deal with the sword cultivators. It was just that these people were the most lethal, and from time to time they would come up with something they had never seen before.
This is what gives them the biggest headache.
The sight of the man in front of him with his sword like this made the middle-aged woman curse secretly in her heart, is this damn bitch Liu Banbi really leaving no room for anything?
Liu Banbi seemed to know what the middle-aged woman in front of him was thinking, and raised his eyebrows and said: "Scold me? You will die faster."
The middle-aged woman's face was ugly, she just stared at the long river of sword energy, not daring to be distracted.
But who knew that what Liu Banbi said immediately caught her off guard.
"This sword is not a great skill. Do you want to take a look at my previous sword?"
The middle-aged woman was suddenly startled. What was the sword strike before?
Didn't come back to his senses.
Behind her, in the ancient well, the flying sword that had turned into a cicada and fell into the well slowly flew out again, and then stopped quietly at the mouth of the well, fluttering its wings slightly, and the well water stained on the cicada's wings turned into thousands of
Thousands of sword energy burst out in all directions, causing streaks of dazzling sword light to appear in an instant, making the entire scene dazzling.
The middle-aged woman's expression was extremely ugly. Now, even with hindsight, she understood that the real fatal sword was not the river of swords that Liu Banbi pulled out later, but the flying sword before.
Liu Banbi sighed: "Don't you know that swordsmen should pay attention to the sword in their hands? If I don't hold the sword, you don't want to do it?"
The middle-aged woman remained silent, but the well suddenly burst out with a burst of light, completely suppressing the sword light in an instant, and the cicada let out a trembling sound, like the sound of autumn cicadas, which was extremely sad and shrill.
However, Liu Banbi ignored it and stretched out his hand, summoning the Tianmu sword river, which turned into several flying swords and headed towards the several acupuncture points on the middle-aged woman's body.
The flying sword carrying the sword light is coming menacingly. Although it is not a real flying sword, the sword fairy's method is still eye-catching enough.
Faced with these flying swords, the middle-aged woman did not choose to resist forcefully, nor did she use any magic weapon at this moment. Instead, she took a step forward. Her figure suddenly disappeared between the sky and the earth, and the flying swords disappeared.
After reaching the target, he took advantage of the situation and nailed it into the scene. The sword energy dissipated and disturbed Feixue.
Liu Banbi was not too surprised by the sudden disappearance of the middle-aged woman. Wherever he looked, all his energy was actually focused on the scene of the ancient well.
Sure enough, the figure of the middle-aged woman appeared next to the ancient well, then took off the hairpin from her bun, made a bloody gash in her palm, and then stabbed the cicada hard!
Beside the ancient well, the auras crisscrossed each other at this moment, and it was extremely terrifying.
Liu Banbi looked at this scene and laughed uncontrollably: "It's not particularly stupid. It's not impossible to make up for it before it's too late."
He used the flying sword to drive into the scene of the ancient well, which was his biggest killing move. However, he did not intend to hide it, but took the initiative to expose it. In fact, what he wanted was to use the hands of this middle-aged woman to have a good time.
Go digest Gan Yong’s Great Sword Immortal Yijian.
The middle-aged woman held the pearl hairpin in her hand, and the blood in her palm spread along the pearl hairpin, turning into a blood network, trying to cover the seemingly ordinary autumn cicada.
The cicada stopped at the edge of the well, neither hiding nor avoiding, but spread its wings and flew towards the blood net.
The blood net has enveloped the autumn cicada, and the pearl hairpin is flying rapidly towards the autumn cicada.
With a burst of cicada chirping, the autumn cicada suddenly flew away and turned into several autumn cicadas and dispersed around, with a brilliant brilliance.
The cicada flapped its wings, and the endless sword energy immediately came out. It was a scene of several swords firing in unison that no one could have imagined.
A blood net could not hold on for too long before these swords were struck, and was cut open. The pearl hairpin in the blood net became extremely dim at this moment.
The cicada flying sword returned to Liu Banbi's palm, and he held the flying sword. Only then did Liu Banbi say with satisfaction: "It's almost done, so I won't waste any more time with you, lest the guardian envoy really think that I am a sword cultivator."
Not as good as that warrior like him."
As he spoke, Liu Banbi struck down with his sword. The sword river that was originally flowing downwards on the sky suddenly dropped suddenly. Countless sword energy surged downwards, overwhelming the sky and the earth, which was a bit unreasonable.
The middle-aged woman formed a seal with her hands and was about to take the mighty sword, but Liu Banbi didn't take it seriously. He naturally knew that in this competition, when the two of them fought, he already knew that the other was not an opponent.
This sword has also been sharpened, so let this fight end here, right?
When Liu Banbi thought of this, he still felt a little regretful and said: "Killing people is not as interesting as killing monsters."
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On Xia's side, the guard punched the arrogant monk several dozen feet away, and then withstood the old man's vicious attack. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's shoulder. He made a fist with the other hand and directed towards
The old man's head was smashed, and the old man hurriedly stretched out his hands to resist, but under the guard's punch, he raised his hands horizontally, and with a click, his arm was forcibly broken.
As a Forgetful Monk, the old man's body is naturally not as tough as a warrior like the Guardian, but it is not easy to break his body with one punch.
But at this moment, the guard had no intention of dealing with it anymore, and the punch was really powerful, and the old man on the opposite side really couldn't bear it.
The old man whose arm was broken by a punch looked ugly, not because of the severe pain of the broken arm, but because he knew very well that even if the two of them joined forces today, they would not be able to escape from this warrior.
Before the fight, in fact, even with Emperor Daliang's Zhuyu in Mobei in front of him, he didn't have much thought about the warrior in front of him. A person like Emperor Daliang, even if he was great, was still the only one in the world. This man in front of him
How could it be another guardian envoy?
But when he ran out of means, and even when he took out the magic weapon that he had been practicing for many years, it was still smashed to pieces by the guard on the opposite side with his fists, the old man knew that his defeat was certain in this battle.
But even now, he still can't understand. Aren't all martial arts practices going against nature? Why are there really martial artists who can reach the end of Wangyou? Not only can they reach the end of Wangyou, but they can even be so domineering?
Regarding the so-called saying in the world that one has to endure hardships to become a master, monks have always scorned it. They are just martial artists. If you really want to study it in detail, isn't it like this?
The old man was in a daze at the moment. He had so many thoughts at once that he almost forgot that he was on the battlefield.
The guard saw that the old man was distracted, but he didn't want to think deeply. He punched the old man in front of him again and punched the chest, then let go of the old man's shoulders and strode towards the man who was knocked away by him with one punch and then again.
The middle-aged monk who came here.
The guard who was fighting against the two monks in the Forgetting Realm was like a god at this moment, with a majestic energy externalized. There were air waves everywhere around him. Following his actions, these air waves fluctuated and swayed between the heaven and the earth again and again.
open.
With another simple punch, the middle-aged monk on the opposite side vomited blood and flew backwards again.
After suppressing the monk, the guardian did not immediately pursue the victory, but directly came to the sky above the Xia family's ancestral hall.
No hesitation, no words.
The guardian stepped out with a heavy foot.
An ancestral hall of the Xia family, an ancestral hall regarded as a sacred place by the Xia family, was directly trampled by this warrior!
This chapter has been completed!