An Jing turned the long sword in his hand and pulled out a series of sword flowers.
Nine-character sword formula! Linzi secret!
"Clang Clang Clang Clang!"
When the swords collided, sparks flew out, and a series of sounds were like sonic booms, forming air waves.
Not far away, Mu Jie felt his heart surge, and his body seemed to be separated from his soul. It was a feeling of being in a fuzzy state.
Which one is faster, the knife or the sword?
Mu Jie tried hard to look forward.
Under the moonlight, the sword light was airtight, protecting An Jing's entire body. The sword light pouring out like moonlight was all blocked without missing a trace.
Tie Yunshan missed every move, and all his internal energy was poured into his arms like rushing rivers and lakes.
"Buzz!" "Buzz!"
The powerful fluctuations in internal energy caused the energy around him to make noises, and the wine bottles even began to crack.
I saw the pair of cold-aired swords, and as the internal energy continued to pour into them, a frightening cold light emerged.
Tie Yunshan's clothes moved automatically, and he held the scimitar in his hand across his chest and behind his neck, and then swung out both hands.
In an instant, it was like moonlight pouring out, and there was a sword glow in the moonlight.
Tie Yunshan was very arrogant, so naturally his sword was also very arrogant, and the masters who died under his sword made him even more arrogant.
Full Moon Scimitar! Full Moon West Tower!
The wind moved with unparalleled vigor, leaving only a stream of light falling from the sky, trying to split the earth into two and completely turn it into pieces.
"This...is this a third-level master?"
Mu Jie looked a little dull when he saw this.
A life and death battle between level 3 masters!
It is rare and uncommon in the world.
There are many rumors in the world, but few people have actually seen those rumors, and Mu Jie is one of them who is lucky enough to have seen it.
It's a pity that only he saw this sword fight and its unique and lonely style.
An Jing's expression was as calm as an ancient well, but he drew the sword in his hand.
The long sword was as crisp as a cicada's wings, and it let out a soft chant. The sound was like a solitary boat in the vast mist.
"Chi!"
Then the sword light bloomed, like a new sun rising under the night sky.
Nine-character sword formula! Douzi secret!
With a pointed sword, the originally silent moonlight gradually dispersed.
On the ground, a long and narrow sword mark appeared, followed by two, three...
"boom!"
The sound of explosion was heard, and everything around turned into powder.
Mu Jie's face turned pale, and he retreated back crazily.
In the smoke, the two figures continued to fight, the swords and swords were flashing, and it was hard to find, but it had already reached a fever pitch.
"You've already used your moves, so take my sword." An Jing said calmly.
Hearing An Jing's words, Tie Yunshan's heart felt in his throat.
No one knows better than him now how powerful the swordsman in front of him is.
I saw the long sword in An Jing's hand slipping like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
His swordsmanship is strange and rare in the world.
"Whizzing!"
Tie Yunshan was horrified and quickly picked up his two swords to hold them against his chest.
powerful!
too strong!
At this moment, Mu Yun was inexplicably shocked.
A seemingly random sword turned out to be so mysterious.
"Clang!"
The sound of violent clashes of gold and iron resounded, like being hit by a heavy hammer. Tie Yunshan was shaken to the point of dizziness, but in his heart he felt like he was surviving a disaster.
blocked!
"Pfft!"
But at the next moment, a sword light flew up from nowhere and pierced his throat directly.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. He clearly saw the sword light and blocked it firmly. Why did he still die?
Hidden sword skills!
Hidden Swordsmanship seems to be one of the introductory sword techniques in swordsmanship, but 99% of swordsmen have never started.
What is hidden in the art of hiding the sword is not the sword, but the sharpness of the sword and the murderous intention in the heart.
When others take it lightly, at the most critical moment, the swordsmanship that has been hidden surges out and gives the enemy the most fatal blow. This is the true essence of hidden swordsmanship.
"Gurgling---!"
"One... one... product..."
Tie Yunshan's eyes gradually lost their sparkle, blood flowed down his throat, and then he fell to the ground with a plop.
Mu Jie on the side was stunned by this scene.
quick!
too fast!
This moment happened in the blink of an eye, and Tie Yunshan had already fallen to the ground.
Which one is faster, the knife or the sword?
Mu Jie is a witness. He feels that there is no comparison between the two.
He wanted to shout, but instantly found that something was stuck in his throat.
An Jing did not retract the scabbard, but looked at the rooftop in the distance.
"Your Excellency, such a fast sword!"
A quiet voice came, and a figure appeared on the roof in the distance. He was holding a red sword in his hand, and there seemed to be blood flowing on the sword.
Buddha Sword!
This is the famous Rakshasa sword, the Buddha Sword.
The man was dressed in black and was hidden in the darkness. His figure and appearance could not be clearly seen.
This person is none other than Tan Yun.
She was extremely shocked. This man actually killed Tie Yunshan, and when he fought Tie Yunshan again, he could still discover his existence.
This person is definitely not an ordinary master.
"I don't care who you are or what you are doing here, but I don't want to see you again next time." An Jing looked at the figure in front of him coldly.
"roll!"
As he spoke, An Jing waved his long sword.
As the sword light surged, circles of terrifying waves formed around it, like waves falling from the sky and rolling in.
"Clang!"
Tan Yun caught the sword, and violent internal energy surged through her body.
First grade!
This person turned out to be a first-class expert!
Tan Yun was so shocked that he didn't dare to stay any longer and turned into a black smoke and flew away into the distance.
"He ran pretty fast!"
An Jing quietly retracted his sword. If the man was a step slower, he wouldn't mind killing him.
Mu Jie, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was not so lucky. There was a blood stain on his originally fair and handsome face.
"Senior...Senior, I...I am..."
Mu Jie's heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.
"This scar I left is your glory in this life."
An Jing didn't even look at Mu Jie, and walked towards the distance, strolling leisurely, just like when he came.
This scar I left is the glory of your life... This voice kept echoing in Mu Jie's ears, seeming to ravage his heart to pieces.
An Jing's steps were neither urgent nor slow, and he disappeared from the Yuzhou helm.
It wasn't until An Jing left for dozens of seconds that Mu Jie realized that his body bones seemed to have lost their supports and he fell limply to the ground.
After a long while, he finally regained his breath and shouted loudly: "Quick! Come quickly! Senior Tie... Senior Tie has been killed!"
There was silence all around, with no one responding, like a deserted land.
"Is it...could it be..."
Mu Jie paused, as if he thought of something, with a horrified look on his face.
The commander-in-chief of Yuzhou was bloodbathed...