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The sky was full of sunshine, and the broken clouds were like two naughty children chasing each other, and for a moment the blood-colored broken clouds shrouded the remnant sun that was almost to the horizon, and the broken clouds turned into all kinds of monsters and fled in all directions. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cold wind was as cold as a blade, the blue sky was like blood, and an endless dull aura spread.

The three figures stood quietly on the path in front of the few cold plum trees in front of the rows of buildings, and the cold and cold aura condensed, imprisoning the two groups of figures who were facing each other.

A bloodstained young man in black clothes around seventeen or eighteen years old held a heavy and thick broadsword in his hand, and a thick battle intent surged out of his body like a tide. His star-like eyes shot out a clear essence, and he went straight forward like a substantial sword aura, and his angular face revealed a resolute and absolute temperament. Those few traces of childishness that have not yet been taken off are filled with pure masculinity.

His eyes were like lightning, his body was as majestic as a pine, coupled with the heavy and thick big knife in his hand, a faint bloody aura emanated from the thick big knife, this young man was simply like a god of war.

In front of him were two Khitan warriors in their thirties, each of whom had a scimitar as strange as the waning moon, and a cold light emerged from the scimitar. There was a dark color of blood in the cold condensing light, how much blood must have been drunk by these two scimitars, and how many fresh lives were buried under these two scimitars.

A fierce and intense aura spread from the two of them, and the edges and corners of their faces were like knives.

I saw these two Khitan warriors standing side by side, their legs slightly bent into lunges, the scimitars in their hands shining with cold light, and their eyes staring at the detached young man in Xuanyi opposite.

Another cold wind suddenly rose, and the biting cold went straight to people's backs, and the ice made people shiver.

But in the glow of the sky, two cold and dazzling rays of light rose again, and two agile leopard-like figures moved forward one after the other with a fierce thunderous momentum. And the cold light in their hands suddenly appeared, and the target was the young man in the Xuanyi who raised his sword and sank into the majestic and awe-inspiring body.

The sword reappeared, and the killing machine suddenly emerged again, and the glow of the sky was torn apart by the dazzling cold light, and they retreated one after another, and even the bloody remnant sun was so shocked that only half of its face was exposed.

The sword qi was like a rainbow, and the sharp edge of the implementation rushed straight away with two fierce killing intents.

Swirling like the moon, slashing like a slash, these two people's killing moves have changed, they don't give each other the slightest chance, and the two cooperate with each other for many years to get along with each other.

And Ling Tianyun's whole body erupted with a thunderous battle intent, and the big sword in his hand slashed straight away with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, and the layers of sword shadows were like nets, enveloping his body in the shadow of this blade.

There was no change in the face of the attacking Khitan warrior, and he saw a person poke the scimitar in his hand, and his body flashed directly into the layers of sword shadows in a strange arc. Immediately, his eyes flashed, and the scimitar in his hand and his figure turned into a puff of light smoke and went straight towards Ling Tianyun's chest.

The other Khitan warrior kept chopping, slashing, chopping, hooking, stabbing and all kinds of knife-style attacks with the scimitar in his hand, while his figure was like a fierce and cruel wolf, wandering around Ling Tianyun all the time, he was looking for an opportunity, looking for a chance that could give the other party a fatal opportunity.

And Ling Tianyun was even more surprised, he didn't expect that the Khitan warrior who leaned into his layers of sword shadows would have such a strange body, and he was not at all affected by the sharp sword aura of his own big sword.

One inch long, one point strong, one inch short, one point dangerous.

Ling Tianyun's moves at this time were completely disrupted, and he realized that he still underestimated the martial arts cultivation of the Innate Realm. In addition to their internal force True Qi, which can be mobilized at will, they also have an innate absolute factor, that is, their agile perception of air flow and the absorption of spiritual energy in the air.

He was originally the opponent of these two Khitan warriors, and at this moment they already had killing intent in their hearts.

Ling Tianyun's mind darkly turned, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura came straight to his chest, and that murderous aura was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

The murderous aura was like cold, Ling Tianyun's heart trembled, and the big knife in his hand turned back sharply, and at the same time, his body rose back slightly.

At the moment of this calcium carbide fire, a cold and piercing chill swept across his chest, and in an instant, he only felt a cold in his chest, and he looked down to see that the placket of his chest had already cut a long gap, and a long blood mark on his solid skin could be clearly seen from that hole.

Evasively dodging the killing move in front of him, Ling Tianyun's heart had not yet had time to fall, but he heard a sound of breaking the sky behind him suddenly reach his ears.

The Khitan warrior in front of him slashed into the air, his body retreated sharply, and he spun again, his body swept up like a goshawk, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a falling star and slashed straight at the top of Ling Tianyun's head from top to bottom.

In front of him was the fierce killing machine that rose into the air, and behind it was the fierce sneak attack like a ghostly wolf, and the killing machine of these two people was just right so that Ling Tianyun had no room to turn back. He can avoid one person's killing moves, but he still can't dodge the killing moves of the other.

The sword aura was awe-inspiring, turning into a waning moon-like arc and slashing straight at it, breaking through the wind like a blade tearing through the sky.

Ling Tianyun sank down, hooked the big knife in his hand, pulled it back at a strange angle, and once again slashed Huashan's universal energy move straight towards the Khitan warrior who was slashing in the air. As soon as his body sank, the heart-wrenching pain on his shoulders immediately spread throughout his body.

Not caring at all about the trickle of blood on his shoulder, Ling Tianyun gritted his teeth, combined his hands and raised his knife to slash away, his target was the Khitan warrior who slashed down in the air.

Seeing this, the Khitan warrior who rose in the air raised his sword to block it, and his body twisted and fell outside the range of the big knife slashing down.

The sound of metal falling to the ground sounded, it was the scimitar of the Khitan warrior and the big knife picked up by Ling Tianyun colliding together, and there was no collision that was too much, it was just a light collision.

Ling Tianyun missed the air with a sword, his body twisted, and the knife turned from a top-down slashing momentum to a sweeping move that swirled behind him.

The sword wind suddenly rose, and the face of the Khitan warrior who slashed through the air sank, he didn't expect this young man's sword technique to be so strange and unpredictable. This knife seemed to be light and flexible when wielded by this young man, but they knew that this knife was not an ordinary knife, and the heavy and thick back of the knife and the long handle of the knife weighed more than two hundred pounds.

Therefore, the Khitan warrior who was standing in Ling Tianyun's sneak attack saw this, his eyes froze, and he felt a terrifying aura coming from the heavy and thick big sword, and as the big knife approached, a cold and pressing cold came straight towards him.

In a hurry, he leaned back, saying that it was too late, and that it was too fast, and he only felt a cold light on the tip of his nose, and the bloody knife passed through the tip of his nose. He shaved a few strands of hair from his forehead and flew in the air with a flirtatious flutter.

Ling Tianyun broke the attack between the two Khitan warriors with one move, it seemed that there was no danger, but in fact, Ling Tianyun was the first to fight with his life, as long as he avoided the sneak attack of the Khitan warrior behind him, then his strong sword was to see if the Khitan warrior who rushed in the air would fight with his life.

The result was that Ling Tianyun won the bet, this thrill of fighting with his life made a lot of cold sweat break out on his back, if the other party was the kind of master who was not afraid of death, then although he slashed the other party with this knife, then he would inevitably die under the other party's scimitar. Fortunately, the other party is not a dead soldier in the Khitan army, if it is a dead soldier, then according to his proof, even ten Ling Tianyun will also be buried under the other party's scimitar.

The killing move between the two was once again broken by this young man with low cultivation, which made the inexplicable anger rise in the hearts of the two Khitan warriors.

They went one after the other, besieging Ling Tianyun in the middle, their condensed gazes once again carrying a bloody ferocity, and the scimitars in their hands were bent even more hideously and terrifyingly.

Ling Tianyun, on the other hand, was furious, and his blood-stained Xuan clothes were once again stained with his own bright red bloodstains, which were the blood flowing down from the wound on his own shoulder. The star-like eyes showed a solemn look, and the sword eyebrows were tightly locked with an unyielding heroic spirit and a brazen brave temperament.

Ling Tianyun stood with a long knife, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his shoulder, but he didn't have time to deal with this wound, he could only let the blood on his wound flow.

The blood-colored remnant sun is thick, the gorgeous glow is still bright, and the plum blossoms on the cold plum trees are red and blooming, and the entire sky is shrouded in a red glow. The sunset, the glow, and the fragrant plum blossoms, as well as the three people standing quietly facing each other, and the two delicate women lying quietly on the ground.

All this, like a blood-colored picture, the bloodthirsty landscape is permeated with a depressing atmosphere.

Suppressing the anger in their hearts, the two Khitan warriors showed fierce colors, and their eyes glowed with a green light like a wild wolf.

The anger reappeared, the bloody aura became more intense, and the two cold figures raised the scimitars in their hands again, turning into afterimage-like figures and striking towards the young man who stood with the big knife in his hand.

Before he had time to think about it, Ling Tianyun suddenly let out a deep sigh, and the fluttering broadsword in his hand once again turned into a streamer of silver and struck towards the two bloodthirsty lights and shadows that bent like a waning moon in front of him and one behind.

Deepening his voice, Ling Tianyun felt as if he had unlocked the imprisoned prison that had been blocked, his complexion was as warm as red, and at this moment, he had already put life and death aside. The sword was weathered and powerful, and Ling Tianyun performed the "Eight Styles of Breaking the Army" passed to him by his father for the first time.

The first form had already been cast, and the heavy sword shadows were like a faint light, and all around him was the shadow of the heavy and solid big knife that was about to flow, and the vast light turned into the illusory shadow of the sword qi.

The fierce and powerful sword wind revealed the heavy sword shadow and spread out in all directions, and the true qi in Ling Tianyun's body poured straight into the big sword like a river of water and a sea. He didn't have time to stop it, and he couldn't control the flow of the true qi in his body, and Ling Tianyun's ears rang with his father's words. This knife method kills a thousand, self-damage is 800, and if it is less than 10,000, it must not be used easily.

But at this time, it was already a desperate moment, and the two Khitan warriors who had innate realm cultivation were laying out heavy killing moves, wanting to kill him, but he could only fight to the death.

The knife technique is sharp, the sinking momentum is wide open and closed, this is another set of different knife techniques, and an awe-inspiring aura spreads out from this set of knife techniques.

The sword frenzy was like a tsunami, and the momentum was as tragic as the mountains and rivers were shattered, and an awe-inspiring aura went straight towards the two Khitan warriors. The sword scroll turned in an instant, and the mountains and rivers were sinking for thousands of miles, and in an instant, the two of them felt a breath that made their hearts palpitate from that set of knife techniques, whether it was a knife like a flood, or a knife that shook the sky.

I saw a flash of the knife, two crescent-like afterimages, and two figures made a mistake from the bloodstained young man.

There is no collision between knives, there is no strong and powerful attack, after the sword light and moon shadow flashed,

Time suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became so silent, like an ancient well and a deep pool, so quiet that people were frightened, only the glow of the sky was still shining. Only the rolling blood-colored clouds rushed in, smearing the crimson sky with blood-stained colors.

"Ah", a roar of tearing shadows resounded in the sky, startling the blood-colored red cloud like a small beast fleeing in all directions, and suddenly disappeared from the red sky without a trace.

A stream of hot blood spurted out of one person's body, followed by another "bell" sound.

I saw a sharp knife as curved as the waning moon fall to the ground, and along with the scimitar, a blood erupted out of the arm. The blood-spurting arm landed not far from the scimitar, right next to a pale-faced figure.