The fight between the two in the hall had reached the point where it was difficult to solve, and Nalan Zhifeng's sword qi did not exude cold qi as always, but only pressed against Burning Yutian step by step with his ruthless sword.

The closer he was to the twentieth move, the more frequent the sweat on Bai Luofeng's forehead became: the faster Nalan's sword stabbed, the faster his heart would beat, and he knew very well that once the blind man's stamina ran out, Burning Yutian would definitely be able to turn defense into offense.

In the nineteenth move, Nalan bent his knees in a moment, and the other leg straddled outward to lower the lower plate, his shoulders were high on the right and low on the left, and the snow fell straight and slanted.

Burning Yutian still did not show panic, the sword rushed forward, and the two palms wrapped in flames struggled to merge, the sword seemed to be caught in the mouth of a tiger, and it could not move for an instant, and a stream of heat quickly eroded outward along the sword body.

The blind sword couldn't break free, and immediately lowered its body again, and there was only one shot left close to the ground, and the two feet slid forward, passing silently from the armpit on the side of the burning sky, light as a feather, not raising a little wind and dust.

The sword that fell into the enemy's hand folded in half, and the next moment, the upper half of the sword body grazed past Burning Yutian's waist with Nalan's demeanor, and the blade of the sword had already cut through his outer robe, revealing the placket of his underwear.

Burning Yutian was covered with cold sweat, and resolutely unloaded his strength, and his two palms immediately spread outward.

The elastic force of the falling snow was released, and the next moment the tip of the sword hurriedly returned to its original state, and the burning sky that had regained its strength couldn't dodge, and the palm of his hand was immediately scratched with blood.

However, ignoring the pain in his hands, he thought that Nalan Feng had already circled behind him, and he was anxious to turn around and deal with it.

At the end of the nineteenth move, as long as he survives the next move, Nalan Twisted Wind, who has done his best, will definitely be damaged by the Burning Yutian who has more than enough stamina.

It's just that he never expected that the blind sword didn't plan to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and after regaining the sword, he only flipped his whole body violently at a height of three feet, trying to return to his previous position.

The tip of the soft belt didn't seem to be able to keep up with Nalan's speed, and before it could change back to its straight appearance, it was rerouted, marking a trajectory in the air like when a rope whip was wielded.

At this moment, the Burning Sky who was beware of the sneak attack was slapped back with all his might, but it was completely empty, and the flexible and curved falling snow once again took the opportunity to add a wound to his arm.

At the end of the twentieth move, Nalan Zhifeng was beyond everyone's expectations, and did not show any signs of exhaustion, just when Burning Yutian, who was facing away from him, just turned around and was stunned, he suddenly stabbed out seven swords in an instant.

Seven swords, raised at the same time, just like Nalan had six more long swords out of thin air.

The movement of the burning sky came to a standstill as the seven swords fell, and it remained motionless like a statue for a long time.

Nalan had already stood back in the flash, still looking like he had never left.

Only the blood droplets on the sword that rolled like dew told everyone here that there had been a thrilling battle here.

"His 'sword breaking and chasing shadows' has become a ......" Bai Luofeng looked at the silent hall and gasped: the speed of the seven swords was around the shadow reflected by the candlelight, and it was half a beat slower in comparison.

"I didn't expect it! this kid's sword has reached this point. Jian Jiuge's face was a little ashamed, he should be ashamed of what he just said, but after a moment, he shook his head and smiled helplessly: "It's a pity, I've been involved in the sword for half my life, and now I actually look away, it's really old... It's old..."

It's just that when the old man was reminiscing about the breathtaking sword moves in his heart, he faintly felt that there seemed to be something missing from Nalan's sword, and that strange feeling made him uncomfortable, so he simply threw it away and watched the changes in front of him.

However, after Tang Wuye, the "eight-armed tarantula" who had been in the dark and gradually lost his sense of existence, experienced the previous spectacular, he also felt the changes in Nalan's Wind Folding Sword:

In the past, Nalan's sword was a cold sword, a cold sword that became famous because of his natural cold energy, and it was a sword worthy of the sassy demeanor of a blind sword.

Because in this world, not all swords are unsheathed for killing, sometimes the appearance of a sword is either for people to appreciate, just like a dancing girl showing off a sword for the overlord, or in order to convince people, just like the world will draw a sword from a group of heroes, or in order to make people introspect, just like Cui Renzhu learned the sword from Bai Luofeng.

The sword itself is a convincing craftsman, and it is not necessary to see blood when the sword is released.

But now Nalan's sword is a killing sword, a ruthless sword that kills people and is ruthless to others and himself, so decisive because it is ruthless, and because it is decisive, it can be as fast as no one can match.

It doesn't matter whether the sword is clumsy or not, after all, what is hidden under the sword is the human heart, and how can the human heart be easily spied on like a move.

The "eight-armed tarantula" has been stained with countless corpses and blood in his life, and his heart has been cold, he can naturally feel the determination of a sword, as long as there is this kind of determination, the swordsman is no longer a swordsman, but a killer.

"Do you also think that after twenty moves, you can turn defeat into victory?" Nalan Zhifeng was no longer covered in frost as in the past, but his gaze was now even colder and piercing than in the past, "You didn't expect the twenty-first move to be defeated, right?"

Burning Yutian stared at Nalan Folding Wind unwillingly, his mouth wanted to open to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Finally, with a bang, the sturdy body of the Burning Sky Valley Lord knelt down, and his body was bleeding from six joints from top to bottom, merging with the red clothes.

"I let you go, but you don't want to go. Nalan Zhifeng walked towards the Burning Sky step by step, and finally his falling snow stopped at the center of the other party's eyebrows, "I won't kill you, after all, it was Wanhua Valley who broke his trust and was ashamed of you." ”

The sword was slowly retracted, and Nalan looked down at Burning Yu Tianping and said calmly: "Since the two of us are competing, you lose to me in one move, and now I take a sword to repay the promise that Wanhua Valley made to you, how about it?"

Burning Yutian's cheekbones squirmed faintly, and after a long time, he finally exhaled a long breath from his nose and lowered his proud head heavily.

Nalan understood Burning Yutian's compromise, looked up at the slim beauty who had been standing in front of the red candle not far away, and slowly moved towards her, as if he was afraid that the sound of his footsteps would scare Ji Zilian, who was watching.

The guests invited by Burning Heaven did not dare to speak up—they were not in a position to stop it.

The allies invited by Bai Luofeng didn't want to make a sound—they didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at this time.

Nalan replaced the hand holding the sword, and in Ji Zilian's pupils that could flash stars, he lifted the red skull on her head that had already been lifted.

The bright red square cloth tore in the air, and the crumbs of the cloth fell.

Nalan didn't hug Ji Zilian, nor did he say anything, and he didn't even touch it.

Beauty's jade hand stopped in mid-air, and Nalan had already turned around and moved.

His calm face was facing the visitors from all directions.

His cold back was left to the beautiful woman to be cared for.

Ji Zilian suddenly felt that the person she had hoped for the most had been estranged a lot.

The snow that dried up the drops of blood was shown to everyone, and it was still as dry and white as ever.

The Blind Sword's low and flat voice sounded, but it sounded extremely sonorous and powerful to outsiders:

"From now on, Nalan will bend the wind and take over the position of the Valley Lord of Wanhua Valley again!"