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Chapter Eighty-Three: Emperor Ye, a Sword Flying Immortals and Eight Desolations! (Ask for a commuter pass)

The snow-capped top of the Tianshan Mountains is lonely and unprovoked.

The sound of the two swords clashing even sounded a thousand times in an instant.

Each sword is an absolute killing move for the two of them, and countless sword sounds echo in the silent snow valley outside the cliff top, for a long time.

In this extremely sharp sword sound and sword shadow, the figures of the two of them just touched the air and the ground, and then the two sides separated, and there was still a rule in the steady retreat, and there was no chaos at all.

Ye Zhiqiu's jade-like face was as pale as paper, whiter than snow, and the whole person stood on the snow, but he shook tremblingly, and he didn't even sink his feet into the snow.

The sword is leisurely in the hand, the carved Xuanao ancient seal of the lonely long sword seems to have aura, the tip of the sword is pointed at the flying snow, the sword is indefinite, and it releases a dangerous aura all the time.

Su Liu laughed loudly, fell from the air, and lightly pressed his palm on the ground, with this power, he swept back a few feet, and when he retreated, his body was still good-looking, and he also changed from extreme movement to extreme quiet, only shook his head and sighed: "Sword Nine is over, Xuantie Sword go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Liu's hand waved gently, his sleeves flowed, like a trick floating clouds, and the incomparably heavy sword of Xuantie swept like a black cloud, rising from the sky, flying backwards, snorting, and directly inserted into the snow, the thick and black sword body did not enter, leaving only a sword hilt exposed.

At this time, the wind was suddenly urgent. Xuanjian is silent.

The people on the top of the snow cliff looked at each other, not knowing why, this solemn timing. Changfeng was speechless, and people didn't dare to interject, as if in such a life-and-death battle, Su Liu actually gave up his sword and didn't use it!?

Ye Zhiqiu shook his sword and laughed, and said: "The sword has been as far as Sword Nine, it is simply wonderful, but it is a pity that the change of sword momentum has come to an end after all." It is difficult to continue, and it is not enough to do it before it is completed, and it is a move to abandon the sword. Although it was an accident, it was also a wise move, if you continue to fight with a sword, you must die. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's voice was domineering and determined. Unspeakable confidence. Jing Wuming lowered his eyebrows, but smiled slightly, and those present took his sword cultivation as the highest, and obviously saw some clues.

Fang Cai Su Liu's sword has been from the sword to the nineth, each sword is wonderful and gratuitous, it seems to contain the essence of countless wonderful swordsmanship, and he has firmly stood on the lead to dominate the general trend, and every time he stands out a sword at the last moment. Until Ye Zhiqiu's critical place, he seized the opportunity.

But as long as Su Liu's sword nine peaks are exhausted. If Ye Zhiqiu can't be restrained, then the dominant power will be handed over to Ye Zhiqiu.

The death match between the two has developed here, even though Su Liu created the new "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Expedition Great Compassion Fu" to hit Ye Zhiqiu off the cliff, but after the two of them split their swords, they felt that Su Liu was already in a disadvantageous position.

What will happen next is impossible for outsiders to speculate.

Xiao Feiyu's little hands clenched tightly, and he was already slightly sweaty.

Su Liu smiled faintly and said: "The master of the Imperial State has such self-confidence, it is excellent, but a domineering person like you must also have a way worthy of your death, you have come and gone in this life, to be unscrupulous, to look up to the United States, invincible, I let you die under the unfulfilled sword path, isn't it a pity." ”

Ye Zhiqiu's narrow eyes bloomed with boundless coldness, and a sword pointed diagonally at the sky, and sneered: "Die under your sword, is it a fool's dream?" ”

In his words, it seemed to be a rhetorical question, and there was an indescribable arrogance, and at the same time, the qi in his body had reached perfection, and the sword momentum was about to explode.

Zheng

Su Liu slowly pulled out ~ a knife in his sleeve and gently hid the sleeve knife.

The sound of drawing the knife was originally a golden sharp sound, but it gave people a gentle and nice feeling, not abrupt, and seemed to be a natural knife draw.

Gently hide the blood moon knife, and the snowman is lonely.

This knife, although it is known as gentle, is actually full of magic, only a few days ago, I don't know how many people's heads were beheaded, let alone how many people's nightmares.

"It doesn't matter if you use a knife, you won't regret dying."

Ye Zhiqiu's sword eyebrows flew into his temples, and he let out a long roar, and there was infinite sword intent murderous aura between his eyebrows.

"The king should fight the sword, kill the Quartet, and the concubine only strokes the qin to strengthen this battle."

At this time, Liang Zhiyin, the owner of Tianxiang Building, had already knelt in the snow with a solemn posture, facing the two of them, flicking his pink sleeves, the guqin was across his knees, and he was holding the qin with his hands.

Who doesn't want the owner of Tianxiang Building, who is the first fragrance of the country, to have such a killing piano sound, ten fingers to play, such as flying flowers blind, the sound of the piano suddenly sonorous and exciting, there is a great two armies to fight to the death and want to fight to the death and dominate the world of the magnificent spirit.

The sound of the piano is like waves, wave after wave, and the invisible energy seems to roll the flying snow out, like a thousand piles of snow falling, so not spectacular.

Emperor Suliu's internal and external vision saw through the snow, and he clearly observed the battle situation, and all kinds of details came to his mind without hindrance, and he couldn't help but praise Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu is really a man who is not born in the world, and he is not a person who is scheming and sensitive to the extreme, the timing of the sword at this time is wonderful, if it is delayed for another half a minute, the meniscus long knife in Su Liu's hand will definitely bloom with a sword that cannot be stopped in the sky and on the ground.

At this time, the momentum and sword intent have not yet been fully completed, but the sound of the piano has gradually risen, and a sword strikes first!

Swish!

The lonely long sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand pointed to the sky from afar, and then he couldn't help but say, a sword light was cold and snowy, but the sword momentum was not stagnant, and the sword light rose again from the snow, suddenly sheng, and the sound of the sword was endless, cutting the snow on the ground into a wisp shape, as if the sky was a big net, covering his whole person.

"This sword is called the Flying Immortal One Sword, and it is also the essence of my life's swordsmanship, if you can die under this sword, it should be Jiuquan smiling."

In the snow curtain, Ye Zhiqiu's voice was already lonely and unprovoked, high up, as if he was an immortal, just stating a definite thing that was about to happen. At this time, in his eyes, the heavens and the earth were already empty, everything was superfluous, there were no snow cliffs, no flying snow, and only Su was left alone.

A sword is like seeing snow flying in the world.

What a terrible Flying Immortal Sword!

Su Liu's eyes were white and cloudy, and it was difficult to see where Ye Zhiqiu's sword body was by relying on his eyes alone, and naturally there was no way to guess the movement of his sword path at the next moment, Su Liu's eyes were holding the knife in one hand, his eyes slowly closed, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Thousands of points of flying snow rose like catkins because of the sword qi, as if they were condensed in the air, and they were frozen by the supreme true power, and suddenly in the snow curtain, there was a clear and incomprehensible sword sound.

A flash of lightning cuts through the snow curtain!

The thickness of this lightning arm rose from the snow curtain to the sky, rolling with wind and snow, but it was like a thunderbolt that fell in nine days, unstoppable.

This sword is formed before the sword move is shot, and the divine will is left after the sword move has been shot, so that the rigidity is the softest, and the unchanged is the change.

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