Twin martial arts

"Yan Luo Nine Swords!"

Qing Lu makes a move, this is his bloody killing skill, accompany him through the sword mountain and sword forest, and help him to gain a great reputation!

Boom!

The ghostly gas exploded, and the black ghostly gas enveloped the sky, all ghosts and unjust souls roared and struggled in the ghostly gas.

Everyone's color changed, because this ghostly atmosphere was like a lead cloud, covering the sky, even the sun's rays couldn't break it, and those ghosts and unjust souls, everyone could see that they were soldiers!

Moreover, they are all wearing tattered battle armor from other countries, which proves that these people all died at the hands of Qing Lu. Such fierce martial arts can kill the lives of people and imprison the souls of others.

"Wu Jian, you will become the wronged soul in my sword energy, can you regret it?" Qing Lu roared.

Woo woo

It was as if the gate of hell had opened wide, and the evil spirits and fierce ghosts in the ghostly atmosphere roared out. There were headless generals riding on horses with pitch-black ghost soldiers in their hands, and there were vanguards missing half of their bodies with spears in their hands. It was about to rot, but it was emitting a strong smell of death.

Of course, there are also some ghosts with rotten bodies.

Qing Lu screamed, like a demon god, stepped out of the Nether Qi and shouted: "Kill!"

He seems to have become the leader of the evil spirits, the representative of Hades, leading thousands of ghost soldiers to charge towards Wujian. Everything along the way is rapidly rotting, and the bricks, stones and the ground are waiting to emit black smoke.

"war!"

Wujian roared, raised the sharp edge in his hand, and slashed it down!

Boom!

The soul power swarmed into a sword-bladed tornado, reaching to the ground, attacking Qinglu, this sword-bladed tornado was hundreds of feet high, roaring and spinning, as if it could swallow everything.

Such as sand, gravel, dust, beams and tiles, etc., were all swallowed up, some soldiers were screaming, and some of the reliable ones were directly smashed into pieces of meat and flew around.

"This kid has actually reached this level." Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled.

This Wujian, unknowingly, has also reached the peak of Yinyuan Eighth Layer, and he is only a step away from becoming a strong Yinyuan Ninth Layer. After seeing Wujian's hidden cultivation, Lin Fan looked back, there is no need to go Look, this duel will end sooner.

"Why, Young Master Lin is worried about your brother?" King Yi asked with a flash in his eyes.

Lin Fan gave him a strange look. Where did this old man know that he was worried?

"Hehe, young master Lin's eyes are higher than the top, and he underestimates the heroes of the world, so he thinks that the winter solstice around him is just like him, crushing everything."

A general next to King Yi smiled.

"Hehe, I'll give you a choice too. You admit defeat, now withdraw from the border of my Prince Yi's mansion, and give up the accountability of King Xiaoyao. I can let Lu'er only hurt your brother but not kill your brother." The old god of King Yi is there.

He also didn't expect that this Qing Lu turned out to be a strong man at the eighth level of Yinyuan, so the victory was already in his hands.

Lin Fan watched Yi Wang perform with a smile: "And then?"

"Huh! No sword is fart? How can it be compared with the major general? You know, the major general practiced swords at the age of three, killed people at the age of six, and is seventeen this year. There are no less than [-] cultivators who have fallen under his sword. The sword is like killing chickens and dogs!"

The guards behind King Yi spoke coldly, full of confidence in Qing Lun.

"You think so too?" Lin Fan looked at King Yi.

"Otherwise? The facts are in front of you." Yi Wang took the wine and drank it up.

"Blind." Li Guang said directly.

King Yi's eyes turned cold.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Would you like to gamble again? If brother Wujian loses, there will be no resentment in life and death. Besides, I promise you any conditions. If he wins, promise me one condition."

King Yi looked at Lin Fan coldly: "Any conditions? Including asking you to die?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Of course, otherwise what is arbitrary?"

King Yi frowned suddenly, but the general beside him had already said: "There should be certain restrictions on this condition, and it is not allowed to affect his family and himself."

Lin Fan glanced at the general: "As long as you dare to agree, feel free."

"to make!"

Yiwang has only one word.

The battle situation is clear, Qing Lu has the upper hand, now Yan Luo Nine Swords has used the third sword, there is a difference!

So, will you lose?

"idiot!"

King Yi mocked in his heart, young man, can loyalty be eaten?

"idiot!"

Lin Fan looked contemptuously, would he lose without a sword?

The battle was too fierce, Qing Lu used the fourth of Yan Luo's nine swords, and when the sword came out, there was a ghost king, holding a judge's pen, and using the pen to judge life and death.

"Roar!"

Wujian fought to the point of rage, the black wound on his body was ferocious, and black blood was dripping out, looking very miserable, it was killed by unjust souls and fierce ghosts.

His martial spirit appeared, it was a giant sword, it was too tall, taller than the Baizhang ghost king, with simple and simple lines engraved on it, lingering with mysterious aura.

"kill!"

hum.

On Jian Wuhun's body, those simple lines lit up, as if the electrical appliances connected in series had been switched on, it was too dazzling.

"Severing life and death with one sword!"

Qing Lu smirked, and he swung his sword. The hundred-foot-tall ghost king seemed to have heard a call, and raised the judge's pen in his hand, scribbling an unknown trajectory in the void.

The character 'death' is thousands of feet in size, with a ghostly air, which seems to represent judgment, to seduce the soul, to seize the soul!

"Slash the sky with one sword!"

Wujian roared sharply, the faintly bright lines on the sword martial soul suddenly manifested in the void, a word 'cut', bright and majestic.

One side is full of ghostly aura, which seems to represent judgment and divine punishment, while the other side is bright and majestic, with light shining like Buddha's light. Two diametrically opposite auras are colliding and colliding with each other.

"No sword, as I once said, you are not worthy of being a swordsman, not worthy of holding a sword, watch me kill your soul with this move!"

Qing Lu laughed wildly, full of confidence in this blow, and wanted to kill Lin Fan in one blow.

"Swordsman, hold the sword to guard, guard the love and love in the heart, swordsman, hold the sword to kill, kill all the people who can be killed in the world!"

"Swordsman, you should be ashamed of your heart, your back is like a sword, you would rather bend than bend!"

"The swordsman has a manly spirit in his chest, and he can level the Ninety States with one sword!"

"I am not worthy to be a swordsman, are you worthy?"

Wujian opened his mouth, and his back was like a mountain. He walked in stride, like a sword god walking in the world.

This is his understanding of the sword.

Elders of Yaofeng, their eyes sparkled. This kid has a strong understanding of swords, so he can be sent to the door of that old dog at Jianfeng. Didn't that old dog say that he suffers from no heirs?

"Sword is a weapon for killing, holding a sword kills people, only the one with the sword!" Qing Lu was also roaring.

This is a confrontation between two cognitions.

"You are not worthy to talk about the sword, if you insult the sword, kill it!"

Wujian snorted coldly.

A dead word, a beheaded word, collided with each other!

This is a fight between two Tianjiao's perception and understanding of the sword!

It has nothing to do with cultivation or anything else, it's just the fighting of swordsmanship!