The cold light was strange and unpredictable. Not only did it conspire to the top master of the level of Sanjue Zhenren, but it was also the only one who could detect it in the audience. Not to mention anything else, this was enough to make people beware of it. I kept a little diligent during the entire battle with this Japanese Shinto Master Jingxinliu. However, when he really used this move, I was shocked inexplicably.

This is not because my will is not firm enough, but because the other party's move has already begun from the spiritual realm. This may be the secret of the Sanjue Zhenren's final plot.

My whole body was stiff, but at this critical moment, the blood-drinking cold lightsaber in my hand suddenly broke away from my control and stabbed forward.

The Divine Sword Protects the Lord!

The situation that neither Qinghe nor Yichuan expected happened. The other party thought he was proud and fired a cold light like a needle, waiting for my evil attack, so he rushed forward and killed me to death. However, he did not expect that my whole body was stiff and the sword suddenly moved.

The cold light sword of blood-drinking moved, and the red light filled the middle of the two, like an explosion. It was a bang.

It was only then that I found out that the culprit that caused my physical condition at this moment was not from Qinghe Yichuan himself, but the land under my feet.

This damn guy actually buried a magic circle underground in advance, and laying it on weekdays, but it was impossible to tell. Only at the most critical moment of life and death did he just try to find out and kill with one blow.

Damn, this has never been a fair duel, it's all a scheming!

No wonder I attacked while the opponent was in full swing, but Qinghe Yichuan didn't show much panic. This was not because he had enough confidence in his cultivation. It was because of the arrangements he made in advance, leaving him with countless trump cards that he could play at any time.

I don’t know whether the Sanjue Zhenren is powerful in Qinghe and Yichuan, but I know that the Japanese evil spirit in front of me is more sensible than anyone else.

Unfortunately, Qinghe Yichuan met me who was of his background.

Linxian's plan was activated and broke through the formation. I suddenly broke through the constraints of the magic array under my feet and then felt an extremely feminine force coming from the tip of the sword. This was the strange magic weapon used by the other party, as thin as a needle and as poison as a crane. It seemed to have a momentum to carry huge power to break through the blood-drinking cold light sword in one fell swoop. However, suddenly, this magic sword that had followed me for decades finally showed its temper.

A man has pride, and a sword has pride.

bite!

The Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword suddenly burst out all the demonic nature in an instant. Even I could not control how much power it contained in it. However, my opponent, the Qinghe Yichuan who had a strange cold light, had a huge shock inexplicably. He took three steps back out of thin air, his face turned red, his throat was itchy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

If you fail to hit the snake, you will be bitten by the snake.

Seeing that the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword suddenly showed its power at such a critical moment and also injured Qinghe Yichuan, I was ecstatic and no longer afraid. Instead, I immersed my mind in the touch just now, one sword after another, and the sword was fatal, all heading towards the vital points of Qinghe Yichuan.

The Japanese Grand Master, who was just arrogant just now, was now because of the sternamus on his body, and his secret skills were frustrated, which made his whole state fall into a trough. However, with the inertia of fighting for many years, I still danced my long sword with my hand, which made me unable to make progress.

However, the situation has turned sharply at this moment. The thousand-mile dike was destroyed by the ant hole. The Qinghe Yichuan had already been defeated. No matter how much struggle it was, it was just futile.

Seeing this situation, the old guy also showed a hint of uneasiness on his handsome face. He tried hard to get back his breath and shouted at me unwillingly: "Who are you?"

I soared into the air, concentrated all my strength at the tip of the sword, and then slashed hard towards the front with the magic of the cold light sword in my blood, and shouted angrily: "Chinese!"

clang!

A dull sound rang out. The magic sword might be too eager for the blood of the strong man in front of him. It suddenly burst out with power that even I could not believe. It actually cut the Japanese long sword in Qiehe Yichuan's hand into two pieces under a sword.

What is this concept?

Although it is not necessarily a famous artifact in Japanese history, it is definitely the most terrifying weapon. However, at this moment, it was cut into two pieces in the hands of the No. 1 master of Hokkaido.

At the moment when the knife was broken, I seemed to hear a huge noise in the entire venue, and countless people were screaming, feeling that this incident was too unbelievable.

After the knife was cut off, Qinghe Yichuan, who had been through many battles, rolled towards the back without hesitation, avoiding my heavy sword.

boom!

A sword fell to nothing, and the power above the tip of my sword cut a huge crack out of where he was just now.

call!

I took a heavy breath, feeling my heart and lungs burning with flames. When I raised my head again, I saw the panic look in Qinghe Yichuan's eyes.

Kill again!

I rushed forward without hesitation, but the emcee of the scene seemed to have received the sign of Kiyoshi Ikawa and shouted loudly: "In this game, the winner has been decided, both sides keep a safe distance, we will..."

The winner has been decided?

I sneered and strode forward, rushing forward with a sword, ignoring this guy's words at all. When Qinghe Yichuan saw me rushing up with murderous intent, he couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Yichuan has already admitted defeat. Can you kill them all?"

He tried his best to lower his voice, obviously not wanting to admit it publicly. According to the logic of ordinary people, I was afraid that I would stop there. However, I knew the truth that "I will not die but suffer from it", and I was unmoved and rolled my sword again and fell.

Brush, brush, brush...

My merciless killing made Qinghe Yichuan change his color and realized that the enemy he was facing was not an old antique bound by the moral etiquette. He came here for nothing but for his life alone.

Only when a person is facing a desperate situation can he burst out with his greatest potential. Although Kiyoshi Ikawa was severely injured and had no weapons in his hand, he was a fierce god who killed all over Japan. How could he be so easy to surrender? He was also fierce now, and he did not retreat, avoided my blade, and went in close contact, wanting to compete with me for life and death.

However, if a swordsman has a knife in his hand or does not have a knife, these are still two realms.

What's more, he was seriously injured at the moment, so where can he have the capital to turn the tables?

On the contrary, although I was a little weak in the fight just now, the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword in my hand began to suddenly launch a powerful force. Sometimes this magic sword even myself was a little scared, but at this moment I could finally suppress it. Since this, I placed my initiative on it, followed the sword, and was shocked every step.

The situation suddenly reversed, but at this moment I kept killing the arrogant Japanese master and retreating, in a very embarrassing state. However, at this moment, a voice suddenly shouted out loud: "Don't hurt my master!"

This sound suddenly rose, but a sharp light came from behind me. I slashed with a sword without looking back and fought with the other party. When I looked back, I saw that this person was Ryuji Sakamoto who had shining brightly before.

However, when this man saw that Qinghe Yichuan was defeated and was about to face the threat of life, he rushed up immediately to express his sincerity.

If this person was someone else, I would have to force him to open it with one sword. However, when I thought of this guy killing several Chinese people just now, I was so angry that I stabbed him with one sword, wrapped the long sword in his hand, and then pulled it back, pulling him back, and pulling him closer. Sakamoto Ryuji approached me and slashed with me subconsciously, but unexpectedly, halfway through, my body suddenly tilted and fell down to the side. However, I saw a red light slashing like lightning.

ah!

Ryuji Sakamoto let out a harsh scream, but I took a sword and pulled it from his left arm to his lower abdomen. The sword cut off his left arm, and then opened a bloody mouth in his lower abdomen. Just as I was about to use another sword to deal with this kid, he was finally scared, turned over and rolled down to the side.

My main target at this time was not this blind boy, but Qinghe Yichuan. When I turned around, I saw that he had already rolled and crawled down to the platform just now. Several kimono disciples who came to pick him up, looked anxious.

Kiyoshi Ikawa shouted loudly in Japanese. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I knew he was asking his men to stop me.

Can he stop it?

I squinted my eyes and stopped caring about anything else. Instead, I rushed forward with a quick step. Several children in white kimono jumped out of the road to stop me. However, my opponent, whose spirit, energy, and spirit had reached its peak, had their blood-drinking cold light swords flew up and down, blocked left and right, and took away the lives of several people. The red light shone more and more, scaring the disciples in the Taoist temple behind me were nervous and afraid to come forward.

The Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword broke out a bloody path, and I stood in front of Qinghe Yichuan.

Looking at this generation of fierce gods who are constantly breathing, I raised the sword in my hand and said calmly: "Master Qinghe, the land of China is no longer the sleeping lion half a century ago. If you want to become famous, you will become a fight in your own nest. Why do you have to come here to make a mess? Of course, since you are here, as a landlord, I have to entertain you. Come on, you will know that it will be no pain soon!"

With a sword, Qinghe Yichuan, whose Qi field was locked, roared angrily, waiting to churn, but his head soared into the sky and blood spilled out.

hiss……
Chapter completed!