When Jia Luo is angry, all living beings will behave in various ways.
This majestic Jia Luo Li towered over the mountain, raised his head high, and stepped towards Xu Zimo.
With a "boom", his big feet landed on the ground, and before he could stop, a blade of light scattered across the sky and the earth.
Like a sword blooming in the center, Ba Ying pierced Jia Luo's big foot and soared upwards.
Xu Zimo's figure stepped into the air, and behind him was a mighty river of spiritual energy rushing.
The blade chopped everything into pieces and landed heavily on Jia Luo's shoulder.
"Boom boom boom!"
The huge Jia Luo's body was completely shattered and fell to the ground in pieces.
Dust was flying, and in the dust, the figure of the King of Purgatory quickly fled into the distance.
However, before he could escape a few steps, he was swallowed up by the chaos that fell from the sky.
"Why bother," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He just came to borrow a way, but these people insisted on blocking him.
This is Zhennanguan. He took out the map he bought before and looked at it.
The next stop should be Shilipo.
"Shilipo Sword God," Xu Zimo whispered softly.
This is a legendary story.
He walked step by step towards Zhennan Pass.
Behind him is the autumn wind that once again rustles the fallen trees, as well as the lonely ancient buildings swaying in the wind.
The endless levels disappeared from sight.
He walked out of the ancient building and saw the plain again at the end of his sight.
An endless plain with no end in sight.
The moment he stepped onto the plain, there seemed to be a sword rising into the sky from the northwest.
It turned into a torrent and tore apart the clouds in the sky.
No one was seen yet, but the Heaven-reaching Sword Intention had already arrived.
Xu Zimo walked a few steps, and someone was already blocking his way in front of him.
It was an old man holding an imperial paper and wearing eunuch clothes.
He hunched his back and his voice was high-pitched.
Seeing Xu Zimo, she said: "Our Lady Wanhua doesn't want to see you, so please ask this fellow Taoist to go back."
"Empress Wanhua?" Xu Zimo replied.
"You're talking about the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy, right?"
"How dare you call me by my royal title," the old eunuch scolded.
"What? She didn't dare to come out to see me, so she sent a dead demon to disgust me?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
"You...you," the old eunuch pointed at Xu Zimo, but did not say a word for a long time.
"You are presumptuous."
"Ask Fairy Wanhua, does she remember Emperor Qi Tian," Xu Zimo said.
"We are too lazy to tell you," the old eunuch snorted coldly.
I saw him slowly spreading the imperial paper.
He said in a sharp voice: "Excuse me, Sword God, please come out and see me."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sword intent rushing towards the sky.
That sword intent tears everything apart. Xu Zimo has never seen such a strong sword intent.
In the blink of an eye, the man holding the sword was already standing above his head.
The broad sword was suspended in the void, and the man wearing a white robe and a silver cloak looked at the two of them quietly.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
Oblique bangs, half of the bangs almost cover one eye.
His face is as firm as a knife, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
A white robe is fluttering in the wind, the silver cloak is mixed in the white robe, and the sword intent is constantly spurting out.
"My Majesty has ordered you to kill everyone who breaks into this place without permission," the old eunuch said coldly.
The sword god glanced at Xu Zimo, but remained indifferent.
"Why don't you take action?" The old eunuch waited and shouted, "Do you want to disobey the Queen's will?"
The sword god glanced at him, just a glance.
The vast land seemed to be cut in half by a sword at dawn.
Countless sword marks densely covered the old eunuch.
At that moment, no one could see clearly that he had cut countless swords.
Then these swords fell on the old eunuch, and I'm afraid he had died countless times.
This is a warning signal.
The Sword God said calmly: "My sword doesn't like people talking loudly, so please be more careful."
He jumped down from the sword, and the sword seemed to have a spirit, surrounding him intimately.
The old eunuch swallowed hard and his tone became a little gentler.
"These are your Majesty's orders, I'm just passing on a message."
"I understand," the Sword God waved his hand, indicating that the old eunuch could leave.
The old eunuch looked embarrassed, finally snorted and walked away.
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"Xie Changliu," the sword god turned to look at Xu Zimo and calmly said his name.
"A fight."
"From my perspective, your sword intention is not like that of someone who lives under someone else's roof. How could you listen to Fairy Wanhua?" Xu Zimo asked.
For those who have taken their path very far, their character and swordsmanship are closely related.
It can be said that they are indistinguishable from each other.
You can also judge a person from this.
Xie Changliu's sword will is unstoppable and he will never succumb to others.
"Everyone has their own difficulties. If I don't tell you, don't ask," Sword God Xie Changliu replied.
"Draw your knife."
The broad sword in his hand was closed. The sword was originally dozens of centimeters wide. The wings of the sword overlapped and the blade was convex and convex.
The broad sword instantly turned into a thin sword.
Xie Changliu held his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Xu Zimo.
Countless sword intentions are concentrated on one point.
Xu Zimo slowly raised Ba Ying, and at this moment, the swords collided invisibly.
Neither of them made a move, but they burst out with sonorous power like an iron horse.
The sword energy and sword energy shattered the surrounding void into pieces like tofu.
In the whole world, there are only swords clashing.
Behind Xu Zimo, countless sword energy condensed into a scimitar shaped like a sword.
The same goes for Xie Changliu's sword energy.
Countless swords shattered, and the space between the two exploded completely.
"Boom boom boom!"
The aftermath of the explosion annihilated everything, but the two of them remained motionless.
I saw Xie Changliu slowly raising his sword.
Then his figure moved.
If there were outsiders present, they would definitely not be able to see anything, and all that would remain in the world would be a glimmer of sword light.
The flash of sword flashes across the gap.
The next moment, white robes flew and the sword exploded in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.
Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his scimitar moved.
The swordsmanship is very fast, extremely fast.
It seems that tens of thousands of swords can be produced in one second, or even thousands of swords, in short, countless.
But no matter how fast the sword is, the movement in Xu Zimo's hand is not fast.
His Ba Ying defended normally, but every time he was able to perfectly defend against the thrust of his sword.
Both of them have their own rhythm.
What matters in the end is who brings whom into each other's rhythm first.
The shadows of knives and swords shuttled through the void.
The two of them fought like this for more than ten minutes, and Xu Zimo did not directly suppress them with strong force.
Just use simple sword skills to deal with it.
From what he had seen in his life, this man's swordsmanship was definitely the best.
If we put aside realm and strength and just talk about swords, the two of them are evenly matched.