Yun Wuya moved again, taking the same step forward, only this time one could clearly see the sword in his hand: very narrow, two fingers wide, very thin, like cicada wings, as cold and fierce as his people.

A sword was handed out, looking the same fluttering and weak, very vague, and the cicada-like sword body was trembling slightly, making a subtle humming sound.

If it is said that the situation of the knife without regrets at the moment is like a sphere full of qi, if it is stabbed wildly with brute force, it will inevitably encounter the rebound of a powerful qi machine. The sword of Yun Wuya at this time was like a very sharp needle, which was enough to make Dao Wuyi's heart beat faster, and he subconsciously sensed a very dangerous signal. Although there is absolute confidence in his own defense. But looking at the vain and trembling sword, I felt a chill in my heart and a little creepy.

It was such a narrow, thin sword that slowly, tremblingly, cut into the thick mountain-like defensive shield. A silent offensive and defensive battle unfolded in an instant, and the thrilling blocking and attacking were more thrilling than the fighting of swords and swords in the sky.

Yun Wuya's body didn't have any powerful momentum, and he couldn't even feel the fluctuation of a trace of true yuan power. The hand holding the sword was steady, slowly advancing forward. With a light and breezy face, it seems that he is engaged in a thrilling fight between life and death.

Unexpectedly, the entire peak suddenly emitted a sharp tremor, causing Yun Wuya's sword blade to constantly shake and shift, making it difficult to continue in the same part, and it was even rebounded back by the force of this shock, and a beam of golden light burst out, and the sharp edge was endless. People have to give up the attack, and immediately draw the sword to defend

But no matter how strong the defense is, it will eventually be lost if it is defended for a long time. This Fengyue Concussion Technique is very consuming of Yuan Force, and it is easy not to use it, and the face of the knife without regrets began to be covered with beads of sweat, and the green tendons protruded, if the breath did not recover, and saw that the narrow sword blade of Yun Wuya once again resisted the concussive Fengyue.

Shocked, he condensed the Yuan Force of his whole body on the crescent scimitar in his hand, and the blade was like a golden shield to resist and constantly cut inward into the narrow edge.

Time passed in the stalemate of advancing and retreating, and Dao Wuregret gradually felt a soft and cold latent energy, which continued to pour into his arm along the golden blade, making people feel a heart-rending sour and numb feeling, and felt very uncomfortable.

Shocked in his heart, his heart froze, the muscles of his arms suddenly swelled, and the powerful concussive force suddenly surged violently towards Yun Wuyi's sword blade.

This instantaneous counterattack made Deyun Wuyan's figure suddenly detach from the ground, and the person drew an arc in mid-air, and a ray of essence light bloomed at the same time, like a flying star flying in the sky, and the knife rushed away without regrets.

If it is said that the first sword of Yun Wuya is like a floating cloud sweeping the sky, and the second sword seems to be like a lightning cracker, then this sword is like a meteorite meteorite falling to the earth, and that kind of majestic and domineering momentum wants to shatter the void and shatter the mountains and rivers.

This sudden blow made the hairs on his whole body stand upside down, but fortunately, his mind was still firm, although he was shocked and not in chaos, the crescent scimitar in his hand swung rapidly, and the swords suddenly collided in the air, making a loud explosion.

The moment the swords collided, the sword without regrets sent out a strange high-speed shock, and the golden light flew in all directions. The power of waves of concussion not only weakened the power of Yun Wuyan's meteorite-like sword, but also unexpectedly formed a sharp counterattack.

The incomparably powerful concussive force threw Yun Wuya's body out again, and in mid-air, his body crossed an arc like a flying swallow returning to its nest, and instantly reversed and turned back.

At the same time, the powerful concussive aftermath also made Dao Wuregret's body retreat a few steps, his hands couldn't help but tremble a little, the qi and blood in his body churned for a while, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and his proud defense collapsed in an instant.

Despite this, his eyes were still filled with incomparable confidence and fearless firmness, and the Yuan Force of his body was condensed on the golden crescent scimitar, making a buzzing sound, and a golden light was as blazing as the sun.

A golden light slashed across the sky, slashing through the void, sandwiching the momentum of thunder and thunder, and slashing towards the reversed Yun Wuya.

Yun Wuya's figure suddenly became illusory at this moment, gathering and scattering, floating uncertainly, making the opponent's violent sword momentum unable to accurately lock on.

The crescent-shaped knife fell, and all the viewers felt that their vision seemed to be distorted, and all their eyes were pulled by a cyan light band, which turned into a circle and a circle like a silk track, and the crescent-shaped knife slashed into it, as if falling into the layers of spider webs, with the endless traction, the golden knife brilliance gradually faded, and the earth-shattering knife momentum was then turned invisible.

"How is this possible?" Dao Wuxian looked at the crescent scimitar in his hand in shock, this knife momentum that could split mountains and break the stream, and disappeared without a trace. I only felt that the knife in my hand seemed to be trapped in a soft and soft energy, not only did I have nowhere to focus, but it was even very difficult to move and operate.

Soft blue light surrounded Yun Wuya's body, constantly rotating with his slowly moving sword momentum, making Dao Wuregret deeply feel that his knife, including his body, was being pulled by a force like silk, and he was a little involuntary.

The power of Tai Chi can be rigid and soft, rigid and soft, rigid and soft.

Jin Zhili, when encountering the softness of water, has nowhere to focus, but it is like a quagmire, and the invincible power is gone. Not only that, once you are entangled in the softness of water, it is difficult to get out of it, and even life and death are under the control of others.

"It's time to end!" Yun Wuya's wrist holding the sword shook suddenly, and then the battle swirled, and a supreme strength burst out from the softness, the combination of rigidity and softness in an instant, and the alternating jetting power instantly shook the opponent's crescent scimitar and flew out of his hand, and the sky was full of broken golden light splashes.

The knife swept away the blood stains that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his face was not shocked or angry, the battle intent in his eyes seemed to be very strong, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand, and the crescent scimitar that flew into the air fell into his hand with unmistakable accuracy.

"What kind of power is this? I guess you can't use it repeatedly, right?"

"The power of Tai Chi!" Yun Wuya knew that he was using the time he was talking to recover from his injuries and avoid chasing after him. In fact, Yun Wuya didn't have this kind of thought, and was very interested in the "Sword Breaking Method" without regrets.

If the strength of the person who uses the sword is equivalent to that of the person who uses the sword, it will be the opportunity to take the lead and be able to restrain the other party to the death. Although Yun Wuya suppressed his cultivation to the realm of the other party, his Dugu sword momentum was no move and no style, and he could do whatever he wanted. That is, if there is no trick, how can you break it?

With a low roar, the person followed the knife, rolling up a whirlwind of knife power along the way, winding and pulling the whole person of Yun Wuya, just one knife slashed out in the air, and everyone saw a hundred swords, and an impermeable knife net was formed between breaths.

"It's useless, no matter how subtle your sword strength is, it will be suppressed by my sword intent, and it can't be broken at all...... Dao Wuxian said proudly, but when Yun Wuya also stabbed out a sword, the following words stopped abruptly, and he couldn't say it, because he had been inexplicably bounced out.

"It's actually broken?!" The knife was completely stunned, a sword, there is no subtlety at all, just a sword that can't be simpler, just hit the connection between the knife nets, what kind of eyesight and precision does this need to do?

"There is no absolute superiority in any blade, the strength of which depends on the person who uses the blade, what is the method of breaking the sword, the method of breaking the sword, it is simply a joke. Yun Wuya mocked mercilessly.

All blades are cold dead things, in the hands of any kind of people, the power exerted is not the same, all have different comprehension and understanding of martial arts, the same moves, used by different people, the effect is very different.

Dao Wuregret's heart disagreed with Yun Wuya's words, but the other party did easily crack his own knife net, this is an indisputable fact, it is difficult to refute, pondered for a while, pursed his lips and said: "Maybe you have some truth in it, but my real sword path is the Thunder Dao Dao!"

As the words fell, a garden-shaped magnetic field appeared where he stood, filled with countless arc blades, which were constantly sucked into the crescent scimitar, and the next moment, an earth-shattering knife appeared on the battle platform.

This knife carried the power of rolling thunder, expanding continuously along the way, a crescent-shaped knife several zhang long, as fast as lightning, overflowing blue arcs of light spread to all sides, and the viewers in front were all frightened and retreated.

The distance of twenty meters is just around the corner, and even if it is a strong person of the same level of cultivation, he must choose to avoid its edge for the time being. Yun Wuya squinted slightly, looking at the sword that was constantly approaching and magnifying, his skin seemed to be able to feel the thunder and pressure of the sword, but he did not choose to avoid the edge for a while, but pointed out from the air with a flat sword, indescribably calm and calm.

Poof! A blue streamer shot out from the tip of the sword, and its speed was like a meteor cutting through the sky.

Click! A sword and a sword encountered in the air, and the powerful energy was vented wildly, and the hard blue rock ground of the battle platform also left scratches of different depths.

The sound of dull footsteps sounded, and both sides were bursting back, and each other's eyes unabashedly revealed a solemnity, and they restrained the last of their contempt.

Another knife appeared in Dao Wu's left hand, with two knives in his hands, and the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger, and he said solemnly: "This is the emperor-level Thunder Crescent Double Knife I found from the ancient ruins, relying on it, I have killed five saint-level demon beasts." ＂