"There is a realm for swordsmanship, so there is a realm for swordsmanship?"

"There are three swordsmanship, and there are also three sword realms, which are sharp and invincible: second, the heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not worked, and the third is that the flying flowers and leaves are picked, and no sword is better than a sword. http://

"When I was young, I was like that, sharp and sharp, and I was the first in everything. Now, I am like the second, and I see it like a tiger. In the future, I will be like the third, no sword is better than a sword, and no one will be disadvantaged!"

This is Feng Ge's sword, her sword does not need Xuan Ao's extraordinary sword skills, her sword is like this, it seems to be an extremely simple sword, and the sword moves as you like.

Without warning, the sword appeared in the windless **, inserted into it, and pierced the windless heart.

Blood shot up, splattering on the snow all around. Bang bang! Its dull sound resounded in vain, and the strength contained in the tip of the sword burst out, and the two figures fell backwards one after another.

Blood dripped all over the ground, and Feng Ge and Wufeng's figures both churned several times.

The smell of the two is getting weaker and weaker, and for such an ending, everyone is stunned, and both lose?

The smell was getting weaker and weaker, and the feeling of powerlessness prolonged in the windless heart, and he knew that his will was getting weaker and weaker, and the cut in front of him slowly blurred.

Looking down at the sword weapon on his chest, he smiled bitterly without wind, and he still didn't understand why Feng Ge's sword appeared anywhere, without warning.

― The red dripping down the corner of his mouth, and finally landed on the hilt of the sword, and the sword intent condensed on the sword shattered the soul of the windless, and his last - wisp of sanity also dissipated.

On the other hand, Feng Ge got up with great difficulty, the blood gushing out of his chest stained the entire sword weapon red, and Feng Ge's figure swayed in the wind, as if it would fall at any time.

With a difficult step, Feng Ge walked towards the windless corpse step by step, pulled out the sword weapon on his chest, and its blood shot out again, staining his dress red.

The sword weapon slipped in her hand Feng Ge bend**, holding her sword weapon, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she used her sword to protect the glory.

Pulling out the sword weapon, Feng Ge dragged the sword weapon, turned around, and staggered towards the road where she came, when she came, countless questioning eyes fell on her, and when she returned, these questioning eyes had changed.

At least at this moment, most people remember this figure.

Every step out - the steps of Fengge are so vain, but it is this vain step that seems to step on the hearts of everyone.

The blood stained the ground red, and the phoenix song quietly jumped, like a swaying butterfly, fluttering down on the steps.

Han Jian and the others immediately supported Feng Ge's figure, and his true qi poured into Feng Ge's body, stopping the bleeding wound, but Feng Ge stopped it.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life!" Under the wind and snow, the corners of Feng Ge's mouth bloomed with a smile, and he sat weakly on the snow.

The first - the Battle Sword Divine Gate was victorious, at least the Sword Divine Gate was defeated now, but Feng Ge used her sword to tell the world that the sword of the Inclined Divine Gate was not rusty.

Qing Jue and Jue Lin and the others are all slight, sigh, this is the disciple of the Sword God Sect, the will of the Sword God has always flowed in the soul of the Sword God disciple, and there will always be a day when a bright flower will bloom.

Although the Sword God Sect was defeated, they were proud to be disciples of the Sword God Sect.

Looking at the thin figure in front of him, Han Jian whispered: "Persistence is to use countless time and energy to pile up, and it is shining, but there is only a certain moment, this is your sword!"

The sword that had been covering for decades bloomed at that moment, Han Jian turned around, raised his head, and looked at the platform, where the second disciple of the Tianhua Sect was already standing on the platform.

"People have faith and strength, and this belief is enough to protect it with a sword!" Han Jian surged up, "The second battle, I'm coming!"

The words "In the second battle, I stab" resounded in the ears of Feng Ge and the others, and Han Jian walked towards the void step by step with his sword, and with each step, the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

In this era, their generation of Sword God Sect disciples is called the generation that has crossed over, and the generation that has been defeated, and the outside world believes that the Sword God Sect will be more and more defeated and won in the hands of this generation, but the generation that is called the generation that has crossed over can also make the heavens and the earth tremble, use swords, and use life.

Holding the sword, the moment Han Jian stepped into the platform, its terrifying momentum completely burst out, and its smell continued to rise.

"Luoxia Peak Han Jian!" Qing Jue whispered, his gaze fell on Han Jian, among the five, Han Jian's strength was undoubtedly the strongest.

"If this battle is won, then the next battle will be more and more beneficial to the Sword God Sect!" said Jue Lin Ruo with a deep meaning.

Tianhua Sect also realized the importance of this battle, and in the second battle, it sent the strongest existence, this person stood on the platform with a sword, and with a little provocation in his eyes, he looked at Han Jian with a little provocation in his eyes.

Katsuki!―The feminine name is the name of this person, like the status of the prince in the Moon Temple—Hanatsuki is the crown prince of the Tianhua Sect.

"Wufeng is actually dead, unexpectedly-sword!" Hua Yue chuckled, the corners of her mouth provoked-sneered: "Dead, and left such a defeat for Tianhua Sect, pathetic person!" Hearing this, Han Jian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and this person in front of him was very annoying.

"The second layer of soul martial arts, barely good cultivation, are you the strongest existence of the younger generation of the Sword God Sect?" Hua Yue quietly flicked the sword in his hand and said lightly: "If this is the case, then there is no need to fight!"

Saying this, a terrifying momentum poured out of Hua Yue's body, and this momentum far exceeded that of the second layer of the soul martial arts.

This is the scent of the third layer of soul martial arts, and its terrifying smell gushes out, hitting the surrounding void, stirring up ripples.

"The second layer of the soul martial arts is not enough to see, this is a battle that has been decided by the winner or loser, recognize the reality, hehe, blind self-confidence, blind persistence, what a ridiculous thing!"

The mouth of this disciple of Tianhua Sect is very stinky, at least most people think so, but the few people have seen some clues, this Huayue wants to destroy Han's war intent and destroy his will.

If the individual has no fighting spirit, then the game is doomed to failure. Although the words were harsh, Han Jian's expression remained the same, as if before, "You don't understand!"

"Persistence is not because you can't understand your own situation, it's just because you have found the belief to persevere!" Raising his sword, Han Jian muttered to himself: "Only when people have faith will they persevere." ”

In the falling snowflakes, Han Jian raised his sword, and his light and fluttering sword pierced out, and the sword was also extremely bright, and this sword seemed to bring Han Jian back to the past.

There was once a young man who knelt on the ground for 3,000 just to worship the Sword God Gate.

There was once a teenager who didn't sleep for three years, just to recover the peak of Luoxia.

Holding a sword is just to persevere, and taking out a sword is just for belief, Han Jian smiled, and when facing this soul martial third-layer flower moon, he didn't have any fear to take out his sword.

"It's a bit unexpected, but it's stronger than I imagined!" Hua Yue put away the disdain at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes rarely showed a dignified look, holding a sword, stepping, and Hua Yue also took out a sword.

This is the sword of the flower moon, the sword is tasteless, the sword is shadowless, and the bright sword light meets in the ― up, -- the Tao fluctuates and spreads out.

Han Jian's sword has always carried the absolute and the absolute to death, this is a sword that is wielded with life.

However, Huayue's sword became more and more powerful, and under the gaze of everyone, Han Jian was defeated and retreated, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Han Jian was still wielding the sword in his hand, although every time he swung the sword, he had more sword marks on his body.

The condensed sword intent was shattered, but even so, Han Jian held the sword, and his figure kept approaching Huayue.

There was also a chance for the sword, Han Jian shouted in his heart, looking at the increasingly clear figure, Han Jian bravely swung the last sword.

Brilliant sword light shot out, this sword was somewhat similar to Ye Chen's rain sword technique.

Hua Yue's face changed suddenly, his body was slightly off, and the sword qi slashed through his **, and the hot feeling swept over.

Raising the sword, Hua Yue's eyes were cold, and his long sword swung up and slashed towards Han Jian.

The smell was locked, and Han Jian used the true qi of his whole body to resist this coercion, although he resisted with all his strength, the sword still fell, and slashed down on Han Jian's right arm, and in an instant, blood flashed up, and the severed arm was thrown into the sky.

Pillars of blood poured out from the wound, and Han Jian's figure fell backwards, and he took a few steps in succession, his blood staining the ground red.

The severed arm was already holding the sword, and after a few breaths, the severed arm fell weakly on the platform, and the sword fell alone.

The sword struck the ground, and when he looked at the curtain, several exclamations rang out on the steps, and the swordsman got the hand that held the sword, and the swordsman's life was ruined.

"I suddenly realized that destroying the will of a person is more interesting than killing him!" Kazuki sneered, stopping the injuries on her body, and took a few steps indirectly, followed by the sword light.

Before Han Jian's body could stop, his sword qi shot out, slashing through Han Jian's **, and bringing up the Dao Blood Flower.

"First--sword, I want to see how many swords you can hold onto!" Holding the long sword, the flower moon stabbed out again, the sword and the sword, the flower was invisible, the moon was shadowless, and the sword was intentional.

As soon as the blood flickered, the dazzling sword marks appeared on Han Jian's body, and every time he retreated, there were more sword marks on Han Jian's body.

"Ninety-ninth sword, does it feel powerless?" Hanazuki chuckled as she walked on the platform like a leisurely stroll.

"The first hundred swords!" Hua Yue stabbed out again, and the brilliant sword light fell on Han Jian's body.

Han Jian couldn't bear it any longer, and his body fell like a kite with a broken string under the platform, staggering, and smashing down the steps, and its blood spread out in an instant, staining the ground red with snow.

"Victory!" Hua Yue chuckled, holding her sword, and walked back to the position of the Tianhua Sect in a rather dashing manner.

The smell slowly weakened, and Han Jian lay weakly in a pool of blood, this - battle, Tianhua Zong won. ！。