"Bones - Dance of Clemat!"

Jun Malu twisted his wrist, the bone whip flew, and countless bone spurs swirled in the air, looking really like a flower of white bones that suddenly bloomed, and the center of the bud was Leng Jiansheng, who was spilled blood on the soles of his feet and his body was slightly shaking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This flower is extremely beautiful and feeds on human blood!

Leng Jiansheng's heart froze, but there was a sneer on his face, and his wrist was also swirled, and countless ice flowers in the air suddenly became cold, with him as the center, countless ice crystal flowers bloomed, and in the center of the flower were countless petals condensed by coldness, like raindrops, crashing into the flower of white bones.

The sound of metal clashing, like a rapid drum beat, clanged through the air, and the cold air penetrated through the white bones, emitting a trace of white smoke, as if a sudden burst of fog had been lifted.

Syllable!

Leng Jiansheng's body trembled violently, countless lines of blood shot out from his body, and his skin and flesh were scraped open.

Jun Malu's body also trembled, his limbs and bones seemed to be frozen, the iron thread flowers shattered in the air, turning into countless bone ballast, his right hand stiffened, and the sleeves of his shirt were torn, revealing the frozen blue arms below, which were densely covered with blood, like chilblains, but more like the marks of being cut by the blade of the sword, dense and miserable.

In the air, the flower of ice crystals shattered, bone chips flew sideways, and a figure full of blood shot out of it, revealing its murderous intentions, and the long sword pierced through the air and stabbed to the ground.

Jun Malu shook his unconscious right hand, his entire right arm was like a mirror about to be broken, he frowned, looked up at Leng Jiansheng, who was also miserable, like a bloody man, and the corners of his mouth hooked a cold arc.

Both of them are cold temperaments, they don't like to talk nonsense, and they don't shout, and the more the killing intent bursts out, the more dead silence they show.

And it is in this dead silence that they reveal far more cruel and ruthless qualities than ordinary people, and these are definitely two extremely dangerous characters.

This is the unanimous opinion in the minds of the Qingyun Sect disciples who are watching.

"Sword!"

With his arms outstretched, Leng Jiansheng locked onto Jun Malu, his whole body aura condensed, there was a sword shadow in the air that connected to the sky, and the void reached his body, and his whole person seemed to have lost all his popularity, no vitality, no blood, no breath, even the killing intent was extinguished, and only one sword remained.

Smooth, sharp, cold, pure sword, falling from the sky.

In the silence, above the sky, a long sword stabbed down obliquely, silently, on the ground, Jun Malu did not retreat, his pupils shrunk into the tip of a needle, and without saying a word, countless bone spurs were inserted from all over his body, extended, extended, and seemed to turn into countless bone blades, stabbing upwards.

It's obviously a monster whose whole body is pierced by bones, but for some reason, at this moment, under the reflection of that blade, there is a strange beauty.

The crystal clear, no magazine-free white bones actually reveal a strange beauty, and the sword that rises to the sky calmly.

There was no expected explosion, no earth-shattering sound, just a silent crumble, the sword breaking inch by inch, and the bone being cut off and shattered.

In silence, both sides lose, but there is a different kind of visual shock, as if watching a pantomime, but it reveals a kind of killing beauty, and that kind of shock that cannot be expressed in words.

It is the collision of the most brilliant lives, destined to disappear in this wonderful world.

"You're strong!"

Leng Jiansheng appeared, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, the ribs on his chest were shattered, and his eyes were as cold as a sword, staring coldly at Jun Malu in the air.

Dressed in white, dyed blood-colored, there was indifference between his eyebrows and eyes, on his pale cheeks, there was no trace of weakness, some were just calm and cold, Jun Malu shot out countless blood flowers all over his body, overlooking Leng Jiansheng on the ground, and said a rare word of appreciation: "You too!" ”

The moment the two fought, they swapped places, and after saying a cold word, they returned to silence, and the killing was not over.

Qin Hao said that let him kill Leng Jiansheng, so no matter what happens, Leng Jiansheng must die, even if it is at the cost of his own life, he will not hesitate to do so.

This is Jun Ma Lu's belief, and it is also his only belief, this belief was captured by Leng Jiansheng, so he couldn't understand what kind of charm Qin Hao had to make Jun Ma Lu follow, to the point of being like a dead man.

"Why?"

Leng Jiansheng couldn't figure it out, in fact, from Qin Hao, he had already thought too much about it, except for the first meeting, almost every time he followed, he was suffocated at Qin Hao's hands, and until now, he didn't seem to even have the qualifications to fight against Qin Hao.

How can Leng Jiansheng, who is arrogant by nature, endure it!

"What are you kidding, I'm a cold sword student, born with a sword heart, cold! Sword! Bear! Leng Jian raised his head violently, and a sword shadow in his right eye trembled sharply, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Raw!" Leng Jiansheng shouted, and his voice was like a crisp sword roar, echoing in the sky.

The three words "cold", "sword" and "sheng" correspond to his name, and the move is named after himself, which shows Leng Jiansheng's conceit.

And now, Leng Jiansheng finally said this last word.

Bear!

What do you mean by new words?

The life of life and death, one life, one death, my life is your death!

The words that were originally full of vitality spit out from Leng Jiansheng's mouth, but they were filled with a resolute and tragic taste.

A simple sword, a sword stabbed, no fancy, no change, no reality, no deception, just the purest sword, but also the fastest sword.

There is no trace of smoke and dust, without a trace of fireworks, just like a sword waved by the immortal, but mortals cannot avoid it.

Jun Malu could clearly capture the trajectory of this sword, and it seemed that as long as he made a slight mistake, he could dodge it, but there was another voice in his heart telling him that he couldn't dodge, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge this sword.

This is a cold sword with spirit and spirit, a sword with infinite condensation, there is a mysterious power, which seems to interfere with the rules, no one can avoid it, but can only resist hard.

This sword stabbed, if he lived, then Leng Jiansheng would kill himself!

If he dies, then all his vitality will be absorbed by Leng Jiansheng, and Leng Jiansheng's life and sword will be sublimated, like a new life.

In the land of life and death, if you don't die, you live! How easy! How domineering!

However, Jun Malu felt that he couldn't die, because he had to kill Leng Jiansheng, so let Leng Jiansheng die!

A trace of vigorous black qi spread from Jun Maro's neck to his cheeks, like a strange black pattern, dyeing half of his pale cheeks black, and a cold death aura erupted from his body.

"Bone Vein—Dance of the Early Ferns!"

Jun Ma Lu's feet swirled, and countless bone spurs spread out from his body, piercing into the air and piercing into the ground, instantly turning this side of the world into a bone sea sword forest!