How will you choose to deal with it in a different place? Each person's cognition and answer in their hearts are different, there is no essential difference between escaping into the void and rolling on the spot, as long as you can avoid the catastrophe, it is a good move. As for what kind of posture appears, it doesn't matter at all, is it so ridiculous?

The heroes who lie down will be forgotten when they turn around. has a backbone, without losing his dignity, but always lying quietly in the cold mound, afraid that even a mourner will not appear.

The cyan sword shadow suddenly disappeared, and the old man in black also stood up at this time, turned over and jumped up. Covered in dust, dusty, and extremely embarrassed.

Murong Qingshui still stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the other party quietly with cold eyes, and when the old man in black dusted off the dust on his body, he said in a cold voice: "Your old performance has indeed not disappointed, at least you can stand and continue to fight, this spirit is really unmatched." ”

The old man in black's facial muscles twitched a few times, and suddenly grinned, without the slightest embarrassment of rolling on the spot, "I have to admit that your combat power is amazing, but the old man's sword path is more than that. ”

"Oh! the so-called master is lonely, I hope to have a good time fighting with you. Murong Qingshui smiled faintly and said no more.

"My sword is a tyrant, and the hegemon looks at the world and swallows mountains and rivers. As the old man in black spoke, an extremely domineering aura suddenly rose. Between the opening and closing of the eyes, the essence of the essence flashed, looking down on the world.

A look like a substance, domineering shot at Murong Qingshui, a person whose strength is slightly weaker, this will make him lose his confidence and courage in a battle, and it is possible to collapse on the spot.

Murong Qingshui's eyes flickered like stars, and he said coldly like electricity: "The momentum is majestic and immense, and the evil aura is terrifying, which is enough to make ordinary cultivators lose their minds before they fight." I'm looking forward to it, your boss can give it a go. ”

"Okay!" The old man in black raised his eyebrows, burst out of his mouth at the same time, strode out, stepped down, and the long knife in his hand slashed into the void, the space was distorted, and the domineering energy made a rolling thunderous sound, the wind roared, and the sky and the earth changed color.

All the spectators were intimidated by this domineering momentum that looked down on the world, and they were all amazed and moved, and they were even more excited about the next battle.

The black-clothed old man slashed out with a domineering sword, and the speed was unexpectedly very sluggish, but it contained a thick mountain of power and a powerful evil qi, splitting the spatial airflow, and slashing straight towards Murong Qingshui, the powerful and heavy knife qi made people feel suffocated, like a huge rock pressing the top.

Murong Qingshui's sword was unsheathed again, and he swung a sword towards the domineering sword that was slashing wildly, light and floating. There was no strong sword qi whistling through the air, but it silently penetrated the opponent's thick and domineering sword qi, and clicked on the tip of the black-clothed old man's knife with incomparable precision.

I felt a soft force pouring into my arm along the sword body, and the old man in black suddenly felt a soreness in his arm, and the domineering sword momentum that was cut out was slightly stagnant in the air, and Murong Qingshui's sword stabbed at the momentum, without any line track, and it looked very casual.

The tip of her sword kept vibrating, flickering left and right, making it difficult to predict where her sword would stab the next moment. The old man in black in a hurry can only rely on his intuition to pick up the knife.

The heavy sword as thick as a mountain shattered Murong Qingshui's slender and thin sword. Fang Ziyi was happy in his heart, and was about to launch a counterattack, when a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the same floating, the vital parts of his body seemed to be within the range of the attack.

Murong Qingshui's sword seemed to be swayed at will, without any rules, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west at will, suddenly picking up and slashing down. But it was unpredictable, and it was impossible to predict which part of her body her sword would point at the next moment.

Each sword floated eerily and strangely, and the trembling blades often stabbed out from incredible angles, as if there were no dead spots for her.

This is a supreme realm of swordsmanship, without moves and styles, but it contains all sword styles in the world. The intention is to move the sword first, and the intention is to move the sword.

Every sword made people feel creepy, cold sweat broke out, and they jumped left and right in shock, and the black robe on their bodies was constantly torn open one by one, and there was blood, which was sprinkled on the green lawn on the ground bit by bit.

The old man in black went from a domineering active attack, to panting, staggering, and then to a clumsy parry with one knife after another, the transformation of the whole process was only between a few breaths, and it was so unbearable that it was really indescribable.

This is still a strong fight between top powerhouses, which is simply a one-sided one-sided torture and killing. It made people a little stunned, and they couldn't help but sigh in surprise, and some people even simply closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

The old man in black didn't have this kind of awareness, and until this moment he still thought that the other party was so young, even if his cultivation was extraordinary, he would never be able to surpass himself, and he was only more subtle in the use of martial arts and body techniques. The so-called One Force Reduction Ten Societies, with its own hundreds of years of powerful cultivation, is enough to suppress the other party.

The other party handed out a sword again, which was very complicated and simple, this seemingly random and simple sword actually gave birth to a feeling that there was no way to dodge, as if no matter how much you dodged, you can't escape the doom of this sword.

Sitting still is by no means the style of the top powerhouse, the long knife gave up the momentum of parrying, and endured being pulled by the opponent on his body again at the same time, the Jedi counterattacked, slashing diagonally at the opponent's wrist holding the sword.

The moment you stab me, I will cut off your wrist mercilessly. The old man in black's desperate tactics of not fearing death and losing both sides were indeed very effective, forcing Murong Qingshui to rely on transient sword moves halfway, which also allowed him to break free from the crisis and win a chance to fight back.

Between breaths, the two sides have changed dozens of sword moves like lightning, and the strange thing is that in these dozens of sword and sword change exchanges, there was no sound of impact, and everything was quietly deducing a thrilling fight.

The blades full of sword qi and blades finally struck each other, bursting with the sound of slashing gold and cracking iron, sparks splashing, and the energy and streamers overflowed.

The black-robed old man suddenly retreated and shook his wrist at the moment when the sword shattered, and the long knife in his hand trembled, and a beam of evil air and light was like a weak cloud of smoke, ignoring all the obstacles in front of him, and went straight towards Murong Qingshui's neck.

The Evil Air Streamer was like a blood-colored flying snake, twisting and blooming, as fast as thunder and lightning. However, only halfway through the run, he was shredded by a purple mang. In the shattered light and shadow, a little cold star flashed out violently, and rushed straight towards the door of the black-robed old man.

In the eyes of others, it is just a little cold star, but it makes people give birth to a chaotic artistic conception of space, the vision is confused, and in shock, only close their eyes and flash backwards.

No one knows why he didn't even dare to fight against the slightest cold star, and chose to retreat in horror. Because it is not in it, it is difficult to feel the horror of this artistic conception of "ethereal broken stars", only the person concerned knows it.

Murong Qingshui withdrew the sword in his hand, a drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword to the ground, raised his eyes to look at the black-robed person who had escaped the sword intent, and flew back to ten meters, only a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

The two sides collided again, each striking a sword and a sword, one returned in vain, with an extra sword mark on his face, and the other stood in place, as if he had not moved half a step, but his whole body was unharmed.

"What kind of kendo artistic conception is this?" The black-robed old man blurted out in horror and asked a low-level question with no IQ, is your opponent obliged to tell you?

This is the artistic conception of "ethereal broken stars"! Self-created, not yet very mature! Murong Qingshui said truthfully, is she an idiot? But, did you understand what she said? What is the difference between saying and not saying? It's just a futile mess with people's hearts.

After a long time, the black-robed old man touched the sword marks on his cheek, an elder-level figure who had lived for a long time, was actually used by a little girl to test his moves, and he wondered if it would drip blood?

"Self-created?" The black-robed old man showed a wry smile that was even uglier than crying, it didn't matter if he believed it or not, but that kind of momentary spatial chaos could make people's minds lose instantly, which was enough to make people fall for a moment; The black-robed old man muttered.

"Yes? The same move, again and again, the result can be very different. Murong Qingshui said lightly: "Whether the move is powerful or not, it is not in the move itself, but in the person who uses the move." Otherwise, it's a dead move, a death-seeking move! Be careful, next time, it won't be as simple as leaving only a shallow sword mark. ＂

The black-robed old man frowned slightly, knowing that if he listened to it again, his mind would be confused by this little girl, and the other party was clearly deliberately disturbing his Gujing Wubo's state of mind, how could he be fooled?

In this kind of battle, the most taboo is buoyant, and the old man in the black robe quickly screened away all his negative emotions, and his whole body breath converges inside. In the next moment, the blood-colored long knife in his hand had slashed out in the air like lightning.

The speed of this knife was so fast that it didn't even have time to react, so that the process in the middle became a blank and there was no trace.

The most terrifying thing is that there are two kinds of strength in this knife momentum, one bright and one dark, and the knife in the open is extremely sharp, and it is difficult to determine whether it is a false move, which makes people have to guard against it, dare not easily ignore it, and ignore it. The secret knife is hidden, but it is definitely a fatal kill. The two complement each other, and it is impossible to prevent it.

One, two, three...... The blood-colored sword was filled with an earth-shattering aura, like a tidal wave rolling and rushing, surging.

Murong Qingshui didn't dare to be careless, the long sword choked out of its sheath again, and in the middle of his breath, he swung away from the opponent and slashed dozens of shocking swords. In the sound of gold and iron, a bloody streamer suddenly burst out from the shadow of the sword, heading straight for Murong Qingshui's throat, with a murderous aura.