The sky was filled with rays of rays, and the setting sun and broken clouds were like two naughty children chasing each other. For a while, the bloody broken clouds enveloped the setting sun that was approaching the horizon, and for a while, the broken clouds transformed into various monsters and fled around.
The cold wind was as cold as a blade, the blue sky was as blood-stained, and the endless dull atmosphere spread.
Three figures stood quietly on the path in front of a few winter plum trees in front of the rows of buildings. A cold and chilling aura condensed, imprisoning the two groups of figures facing each other.
The bloodstained boy in black clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, held a heavy sword in his hand. A strong fighting spirit surged out of him like a tide. His eyes were like stars.
The exquisite light, like the actual sword energy, goes straight forward, and the angular face reveals a resolute temperament. The few traces of childishness that have not yet been purified are filled with a pure masculine atmosphere.
His eyes were like lightning, and his body was as tall as a pine tree. Coupled with the heavy and thick sword in his hand, and the faint breath of blood emanating from the thick sword, this young man was like a god of war descending from the earth.
In front of him were two Khitan warriors in their thirties who were dressed in fine attire. Each of them had a strange scimitar like the waning moon in their hands. A cold light emerged from the scimitar. The cold light was filled with
With the dark color of blood shadow, these two scimitars must have drank a lot of blood, and how many fresh lives were buried under these two scimitars.
A fierce and strong aura of evil spread from these two people, and there was a bit of ruthlessness in the edges and corners of their faces, which were like knife carvings.
I saw these two Khitan warriors standing side by side, their legs slightly bent into a bow stance, the scimitars in their hands shining with cold light, their eyes staring at the aloof young man in black clothes opposite them.
Another gust of cold wind suddenly rose, and the biting coldness went straight into people's backs. It was so icy that people couldn't help but shiver.
But in the glow of the sky, two dazzling rays of cold light rose up again, and two figures as agile as leopards ran forward one after another with the momentum of fierce thunder. And the cold rays in their hands
The fierce light suddenly appeared, and its target was the young man in black clothes who raised his sword and sank down with a majestic look.
The sword light reappeared, and murderous intent suddenly emerged again. The glow in the sky was torn apart by the dazzling cold light, and they all retreated away. Even the bloody setting sun was so shocked that only half of its face was exposed.
The sword energy is like a rainbow, and the penetrating edge rushes straight at him with two ferocious murderous intentions.
Swirling like the moon, slashing like a slash, the two people's killing moves have changed. They don't give each other the slightest chance. What the two of them do together is to use the same killing moves that they have learned from being together for many years.
And Ling Tianyun's whole body burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, and the sword in his hand slashed straight away with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies. The layers of sword shadows were like nets, covering his whole body in the shadow of the sword's edge.
There was no change in the face of the Khitan warrior who came in force. Only one person thrust out the scimitar in his hand and dodged directly into the layers of sword shadows in a strange arc. Immediately, his eyes turned fierce.
In a flash, the scimitar in his hand and his figure turned into a puff of smoke and went straight towards Ling Tianyun's chest.
Another Khitan warrior was using the scimitar in his hand to chop, slash, hook, stab, and attack with all kinds of swords, while his figure kept wandering around like a ferocious and cruel wolf.
Around Ling Tianyun, he was looking for opportunities, looking for a fatal trick that could give the opponent a fatal blow.
Ling Tianyun was even more shocked. He did not expect that the Khitan warrior who leaned into the shadow of his sword would have such a strange movement and was not affected by the sharp sword energy of his own sword.
An inch long means strong, an inch short means dangerous.
Ling Tianyun's moves at this time were completely disrupted, and he realized that he had underestimated the martial arts cultivators in the innate realm. In addition to the internal energy that they could mobilize at will, they also had an innate absolute factor, which was their ability to control the flow of air.
Agility perception and absorption of spiritual energy in the air.
He was originally the opponent of these two Khitan warriors, and at this moment, they had murderous intentions in their hearts.
Ling Tianyun's mind suddenly turned, and a fierce murderous aura came straight to his chest. The murderous aura was as cold as ten thousand years of ice and penetrated his bones.
The murderous aura was as cold as cold, Ling Tianyun's heart trembled, the big knife in his hand turned back and slashed, and at the same time, he raised his body slightly.
Just as the carbide fire flashed, a piercing chill flashed across his chest. In an instant, he felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw that a long slit had been cut through the placket of his chest.
A long gash, from which a long bloodstain could clearly be seen on his firm skin.
Ling Tianyun managed to avoid the murderous move in front of him. Before Ling Tianyun's heart could drop, he heard a sound of piercing the air behind him suddenly reaching his ears.
The Khitan warrior in front slashed the air with his sword. He retreated sharply, spun around again, and flew up like an eagle. The scimitar in his hand turned into a force like a falling star and struck Ling Tianyun's head from top to bottom.
Come.
In front of him was the fierce murderous intention rising into the sky, and behind him was the ferocious sneak attack like a ghost wolf. Moreover, the murderous intention of these two people was just right, leaving Ling Tianyun no room to turn around. He avoided one person's killing move, but he still dodged.
Can't take another person's killing move.
The sword energy was awe-inspiring, turning into a curved arc like the waning moon and slashing straight at him, and the wind was as sharp as a blade tearing through the sky.
Ling Tianyun lowered his body, turned around with the sword in his hand, and drew it back at a strange angle. He once again used the sword-cutting Huashan universal move to go straight towards the Khitan warrior who was attacking from the air. His body sank, and his shoulders
Immediately, a burning pain spread throughout his body.
Not paying any attention to the trickling blood on his shoulder, Ling Tianyun gritted his teeth, raised his hands together and raised his sword to slash away, his target being the Khitan warrior who slashed down from the air.
The broadsword sank and the cold front rose again. The bright light was bright and dazzling. Seeing this, the Khitan warrior who was rising in the air raised his sword to block it. He twisted his body and landed in a strange shape on the person who was slashed by the broadsword.
outside the scope.
There was a sound of metal hitting the ground. It was the scimitar of the Khitan warrior colliding with the sword that Ling Tianyun was swinging. There was no serious collision, just a slight collision.
Ling Tianyun's sword missed, and with a twist of his body, the sword's slashing motion from top to bottom turned into a sweeping move that would spin back behind him.
The wind of the sword suddenly rose, and the expression of the Khitan warrior who slashed the air with his sword sank. He did not expect that the young man's sword skills were so strange and unpredictable. The sword seemed light and flexible when wielded by the young man, but they knew that this sword was not a sword.
An ordinary knife with a heavy and thick back and a long handle weighs over two hundred kilograms.
So when the Khitan warrior standing in Ling Tianyun's sneak attack saw this, his eyes narrowed. He felt a creepy aura coming from the heavy and thick sword. As the sword approached, there was a chilling chill.
Heading straight towards him.
In a hurry, he sank down and leaned back. As soon as he said it, he felt a cold light passing by the tip of his nose, and the bloody sword passed by the tip of his nose. Taking advantage of the situation, a few hair ribbons on his forehead were tied.
It sliced down and danced frivolously in the air.
Ling Tianyun defeated the joint attack of the two Khitan warriors with one move. It seemed that there was no danger, but in fact it was Ling Tianyun who risked his life first. As long as he avoided the sneak attack of the Khitan warrior behind him, his sword would be powerful.
The purpose of slashing away was to see if the Khitan warrior rushing towards him would fight for his life.
The result was that Ling Tianyun won the bet. This thrilling risk of life and death caused a lot of cold sweat to break out on his back. If the opponent was the kind of master who was not afraid of death, then even if he hit the opponent with his sword,
Then he will definitely die under the opponent's scimitar. Fortunately, the opponent is not a dead soldier in the Khitan army. If he is a dead soldier, then according to his example, even ten Ling Tianyun will be buried in the opponent's scimitar.
under.
The killing move between the two was once again broken by this weak young man, causing the two Khitan warriors to feel inexplicable anger.
One after another, they trapped Ling Tianyun in the middle, their condensed gazes once again filled with blood-curdling ferocity, and the scimitars in their hands curved even more ferociously.
Ling Tianyun was furious, and his blood-stained Xuanyi was once again stained with his own bright red blood, which was the blood flowing down from the wound on his shoulder. His star-like eyes revealed a solemn look.
The look on his face, his furrowed eyebrows conveyed an unyielding heroic spirit and the temperament of a brave warrior.
Ling Tianyun stood with a sword in his hand, feeling stabbing pains on his shoulders, but he didn't have time to deal with the wound and could only let the blood flow from the wound.
The bloody setting sun is thick, and the gorgeous rays are still shining. Together with the red plum blossoms blooming on the cold plum trees, the entire sky is shrouded in a red light. The setting sun, the rays, and the floating
The fragrant plum blossoms, the three people standing silently facing each other, and the two extremely beautiful women lying on the ground.
All of this is like a bloody picture, and the bloodthirsty scenery is filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Suppressing the anger in their hearts, the two Khitan warriors showed ferocious looks, and their eyes glowed with green light like wild wolves.
The vicious aura reappeared, and the aura of blood evil became even stronger. The two cold and fierce figures once again raised the scimitars in their hands, turning into afterimages of figures and attacking the young man standing majestically with a big sword in his hand.
Before he had time to think about it, Ling Tianyun suddenly shouted in a deep voice, and the flying sword in his hand once again turned into a stream of silver and went towards the bloodthirsty light and shadow that curved forward and backward like a waning moon.
With a deep voice and a sigh of relief, Ling Tianyun seemed to have unlocked the shackles of the blockade. His complexion was warm and red. At this moment, he had already put life and death aside. The sword wind turned into energy, and he was as powerful as breaking the army. For the first time, Ling Tianyun showed his
The "Eight Forms of Breaking the Army" passed down to him by his father.
The first move has been performed, and the numerous shadows of the sword are like a faint ray of light. All he can see is the shadow of the heavy and thick sword flowing around him, and the endless rays of light are transformed into a shadow like the sword energy.
The sharp and powerful sword wind revealed the heavy sword shadow and spread out in all directions, while the true energy in Ling Tianyun's body poured straight into the big sword like a river of water. It was too late to stop, and even more
Unable to control the flow of true energy in his body, Ling Tianyun's father's words rang in Ling Tianyun's ears. This sword technique can kill a thousand people and damage himself by eight hundred. If it is less than ten thousand, it should not be used lightly.
But at this moment, it was a critical moment. The two Khitan warriors, who both had Xiantian realm cultivation, were laying out numerous killing moves to kill him, but he could only fight to the death.
The sword technique is sharp and the Shen Shi is wide open and closed. This is another set of different sword techniques. An awe-inspiring and majestic aura spreads from this set of sword techniques.
The frenzy of sword skills was like a tsunami, the momentum was as tragic as the mountains and rivers shattering, and an awe-inspiring aura went straight to the two Khitan warriors. The swords rolled around the wind and clouds in an instant, and the mountains and rivers were filled with energy and they fought thousands of miles. In an instant, these two people felt
They felt an aura that made their hearts palpitate come from that set of sword techniques. The sword was as powerful as a giant, or the sword shook the sky.
I saw a flash of sword light, two crescent moon-like afterimages, and two figures passing by the blood-stained young man.
There was no collision between knives, no powerful confrontation of energy. After the light of the sword and the shadow of the moon flashed by,
Time suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became so quiet, like an ancient well and a deep pool. It was so quiet that people were scared. Only the rays of light in the sky were still shining brightly. Only the rolling blood-colored clouds rushed towards them, bringing them with them.
The red sky was painted with blood-stained colors like blood spraying from the sky.
"Ah", a roar that tore through the remaining shadows resounded across the sky, shocking the bloody red clouds like little beasts escaping in all directions, and suddenly disappeared without a trace from the patchy red sky.
A stream of hot blood spurted out from one person's body, followed by another "dang" sound.
I saw a blade as curved as the waning moon falling to the ground, and as the scimitar fell, there was an arm spurting out with blood. The arm with blood spurting out fell not far from the scimitar, just in time.