This place was very close to the cloud-turning car, and the hill next to it was only thirty feet high. Xuanyuan Yiren made a leap and reached the top of the hill, and then the scene below came into view.
Immediately, the pupils of those almond-shaped eyes shrank. He was stunned and stunned. For a moment, he forgot how to react.
At this moment, all she could see in her field of vision was the dazzling and stunning sword in the distance, and the person who was calm and confident, as elegant as an immortal!
The shadow of the sword is only three feet, and the sword energy is only seven feet. But when the sword cuts down, it seems to fill the world. It is also ethereal and agile, and its trajectory is unpredictable.
A few words flashed through Xuanyuan Yiren's consciousness subconsciously. Only these two words can describe her feelings at this moment! This sword is so magical! It is extremely beautiful in the world!
"This is Zong Shou? How is it possible? He is not a dual-vein body and has no inner breath? How could he use this sword?"
She has never seen such swordsmanship, even among the extremely talented senior brothers in Danquan Sect, be able to use it!
Even the elders of the sect have never had such spirituality!
Just as her eyes were confused and she was not daring to mutter to herself confidently, Li Yunniang followed closely behind her and climbed onto the hill. She glanced down and her face was extremely complicated.
"Miss, the prince said that day that he killed Ren Qianchou with the mysterious sword, and that he also had 100,000 blood to kill Li Xieling. This sentence is actually true. That Li Xieling really died in his hands. The sword
It only takes less than three breaths to kill Ren Qianchou with the Sword Killer."
Xuanyuan Yiren's delicate body shook again. For a moment, her consciousness became increasingly chaotic and went blank. Only a fragment of memory surged out from the depths of her mind.
"My Zongshou stands upright, so why do we need a woman like you to protect me? You should have felt it in the backyard yesterday. According to Miss Xuanyuan, is there any mortal martial sect in this world who is my rival?"
"Who else can it be? Who else here can kill them besides me?"
"Miss, what if one day you discover that Prince Zong Shou is not a useless person as the world thinks, but a young genius who is even better than the one hundred thousand blood-killer Li Xieling. Those who want to kill him, to him, are actually
They are all like ants and clowns, not worthy of——. Miss, what will you do?"
A few short words kept coming out. Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't help but bite her lower lip tightly with her teeth.
Really, those words were actually true. The nails were dug into the flesh, and it hurt! The lower lip was also in pain, with bloodshot eyes oozing out. She was really in reality.
Li Xieling was really killed by him, and the one in front of her who used the sword like a flying fairy from outside the sky was really Zong Shou.
The unreal and unreal sense of trance immediately subsided. In the impression, the young man who was unable to practice but had a resolute temperament, a kind heart, a little spendthrift, and a slightly lazy temperament, in an instant, he was completely different from the man in front of him who was able to make a fortune.
In Linyun Continent, all the shameful figures of the emperor's arrogant people overlapped in one place, no longer distinguishable.
And Xuanyuan Yiren immediately felt an indistinguishable feeling in his chest.
Is it joy? Is it gratification? Is it emotion? Is it excitement? Is it shame? Is it shame?
Xuanyuan Yiren couldn't tell the difference, he only felt a mixture of emotions and five flavors.
Hu Qianqiu was also squinting his eyes and looking up into the sky. His eyes were equally enchanted, but they were fascinated by the shadow of the sword, full of surprise and admiration. For the first time, seriousness appeared in his eyes.
"A good attacker should move on the nine heavens! This sword is really traceless! It's wonderful."
With his level in the Xuanwu Sect, he did not dare to strike directly, and his figure instantly retreated ten feet. It was not until Zong Shou's sword power weakened that he leaned forward and swung the sword to strike again!
The swords crossed each other, but did not hit each other in one place. Instead, they passed each other dangerously.
Then dozens of consecutive blows were like this, one after another, dangerously intersecting. It was like two people dancing swords under the moonlight night, completely unrelated to each other. However, looking at the momentum of the swords, there was only a slight deviation.
It's the first two stages of the body.
Zong Shou's eyes didn't even blink for a moment. Hu Qianqiu was even more excited, his face flushed, and he seemed to be enjoying it and enjoying it extremely.
In the eyes of the people around him, it was a different feeling. Although Hu Qianqiu's sword was wide open and closed, simple and neat, and extremely domineering. Zong Shou's sword seemed to be even more sophisticated. The sword's light was ethereal, and it also often came from
It was stabbed at the most incredible angle, making it impossible to grasp. But there was no trace of the strange glass aura of the strange sword. It was extremely agile, elegant and changing, and swayed freely.
It seems that every sword contains the ultimate principles of swordsmanship, the rhyme of the sword, the power of the sword, and the intention of the sword are all complete.
Just as he was looking at it, he suddenly felt that not far away, a somewhat similar force suddenly emerged. Everyone looked sideways in surprise, and saw Chu Xue looking at Zong Shou's sword with a face filled with joy.
, the eyebrows are dancing with joy. The "moment" on the body also flickers in and out, and it is also extremely agile, fluttering and ready to fly.
These people are also extremely smart people. At this moment, they only need to change their thoughts to understand the meaning of Zong Shou's words just now.
Those who are good at attacking should move above the nine heavens. The sword intention of the sword just now is probably suitable for this girl, and it implies the meaning of guidance.
Zong Yuan couldn't help but feel secretly jealous. He could appreciate the power of martial arts even before he broke through his innate talent. I wonder how far this girl will go in the future? She is stronger than him anyway.
He didn't dare to be distracted for too long, so he just muttered something secretly and then looked at the fierce fighting again.
That place was filled with strong winds, sword auras, and sword auras, which had already completely extinguished the bonfire.
But at this moment, the sky was getting brighter, and beams of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone down from the east, making the blade of light even more dazzling.
And just when the power of the swords was expanding to the extreme and becoming more and more exciting, Hu Qianqiu let out a sigh of regret again.
"Your Majesty's true strength has been disrupted. How about we decide the winner of this move?"
"good!"
Zong Shou's blood surged in his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't speak, so he simply agreed. Then the sword light suddenly erupted, the lightning flashed, and the blade shadow rolled away with thousands of shadows. This time, it was a different style,
He is not afraid of colliding with Hu Qianqiu's seven-foot tiger sword. All the power is concentrated again and again, gathered again, and then suddenly explodes when the swords strike each other.
The shadow of the sword and the light of the sword became several times faster in an instant.
Everything is so fast that it exceeds the limit of vision of everyone here and is difficult to identify.
But Zong Shou's sword is like an epiphyllum. When it blooms to its most dazzling, it begins to fade again.
"Ding!"
There was a deafening roar, and Zong Shou's figure suddenly flew back. He seemed to have lost all his strength and was unable to support himself. He was swaying, and he could only keep himself from falling by using his sword to stand on the ground. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his lips.
overflow.
But there was no pain in those eyes, instead they were filled with the satisfaction after fighting with all his strength.
Hu Qianqiu, on the other hand, stood with his sword horizontally. He seemed to be stunned, looking at the sleeve of his right hand.
When everyone didn't know what he meant, they saw a piece of clothing slowly falling off and falling to the ground.
Suddenly, there was deathly silence around the two cloud-turning vehicles. Everyone was silent at this moment, as if they had lost the ability to speak.
After dozens of breaths passed, Hu Qianqiu suddenly laughed out loud again, extremely crazy, full of joy and excitement: "I lost, well lost! Today's battle was really refreshing and hearty! It turns out that
I, Hu Qianqiu, still underestimated the Crown Prince. Is this your sword? It is peerless! After ten years, no, just seven years, Crown Prince, your sword will be invincible!"
Before he finished speaking, Hu Qianqiu swept out with a sword. This sword was so sudden that everyone had just had time to blink when the powerful sword energy, which was a hundred feet long, had already reached Zong Ling's side.
Almost wiping Zong Ling's body, he swept behind him and smashed Feng Xiao, who was quietly retreating, as well as the mortal master.
Flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, and countless blood spots splattered everywhere. Zong Ling's body, half of his body, was suddenly dyed red. However, his whole body was motionless, his eyes completely lost focus, and he looked into the distance numbly, not daring to go.
Wipe it.
"You know what you're doing very quickly! Just in front of me, do you still want to escape? Let you be crazy with me. If you have the ability... show me how crazy you are again?"
Hu Zhongyuan's eyelids moved, but he did not say anything to dissuade him. Since three months ago, his old man had been feeling aggrieved for a long time, and he had endured it countless times in Qiantian Mountain. Now he knew that there was no need to endure it anymore, and he suddenly burst out.
, nature is out of control and can be brought out by any means.
The Iron Tiger clan also needs to use this mortal head to express their stance in front of the Crown Prince.
If you want to blame, you can only blame this sect spirit for his bad luck. At this moment, Hu Qianqiu is like a human-shaped typhoon, and even he dare not provoke him.
Having said that, this Shi Zongling is really hateful. He has no real ability, so why do you pretend to be a great leader?
Like their eldest son, his swordsmanship is superb and unparalleled in the world, but he knows how to live a low-key life. But he is too low-key.
Just when he was thinking about this, Hu Zhongyuan saw a look and glanced over coldly. It was Hu Qianqiu. He couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart, and his mood instantly sank to the bottom. He knew his old father's methods best, which were extremely violent.
I'm afraid I'll inevitably get beaten up later.
Zong Yuan was lying on the ground, with a very joking look on his face at this moment. He knew the situation would be like this.
That Zong Ling was probably sobbing in his heart at this moment. Who among these people is the fool?
It's just that in my heart, I can't even feel the slightest sense of schadenfreude. I have just realized some of the essentials of martial arts, and I don't have the intention to reflect carefully at this moment.
When the Zong Shou is free, I'm afraid I'll die too, right?
Xuanyuan Yiren stood on the top of the mountain, dazed, clasping his jade hands tightly.
After winning one by one, he could actually defeat Hu Qianqiu in half a move. Even if the latter had restrained most of his true power and was not as strong as Wu Zong, he could fight Zong Shou, but his martial arts attainments could not be faked one by one.