Douluo's Killing Immortals and Killing the World

Because he was too tired from the battle in the morning and the initial Ancestral Dragon bloodline was overloaded, Long Yu fell asleep after practicing for a while.

Not long after, a white-haired figure walked in. Seeing Long Yu falling asleep directly in the training room, he also sighed.

Jiang finally carried him to his bed, and then said with emotion: "Others only see your appearance on the stage, and think it is due to your talent and luck, but what they can't see is that you practice so hard.

Super talent, super perseverance, super resources and super luck can make you what you are now. "

After Sword Douluo covered Long Yu with the quilt, he left quietly.

Xiaoyu's own secrets, and if he doesn't want to tell them, he can't force them.

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Three years later, Qibao Glazed Sect, Jianfeng.

Sword Peak is the coldest place within the Qibao Glazed Sect. It is covered by endless ice and snow all year round. The strong wind whines, the ancient trees sway, and the snowflakes are flying and falling all over the sky. Everything is white, with a kind of desolation and a kind of chill. , like the tears shed by God unwillingly. .biqugé

But right at the top of the Sen Leng Sword Peak, like the tip of a sword, there were two people standing opposite each other.

The person on the left is holding a sky blue long sword. It is a handsome jade-like face, as if it has been carefully carved by someone. There is no flaw in it. A pair of sky blue pupils as sharp as the sword's edge, but it seems to have a little... Indifferent and lazy, one glance makes people unable to take their eyes away for a long time.

Complementing his stunning appearance, he was wearing an elegant yet exquisite blue and white outfit, with a green and warm phoenix jade pendant hanging around his waist. His long black hair hung straight down his waist, carrying a unique temperament.

The person opposite him is holding a sterling silver sword. He has white hair and a childlike face. He is tall and straight. He is dressed in simple white clothes. However, his unstoppable momentum is difficult to restrain. If you don't look at it with your eyes, ordinary people will feel that the person standing here does not seem to be. A person, but a sharp sword.

They were Long Yu and Sword Fighter Luo Chenxin three years later.

The two slowly raised their momentum. They were both looking for flaws in the opponent's Qi. Their bodies seemed to be frozen, but their respective momentum continued to rise.

When one of the two's momentum reaches its limit and his fighting spirit can no longer be suppressed, he has no choice but to take action.

The person who strikes first is more likely to reveal flaws.

After all, Long Yu's cultivation and state of mind were still slightly inferior to Sword Douluo. Two sharp rays of light flashed in his eyes. The Qingcang Sword was accompanied by a clear sword cry, and he took a slight step forward.

Just one step broke the confrontation between the two momentums!

As a result, Long Yu's momentum was reduced by less than half, and Sword Douluo's momentum surged, his eyes flashed, and he struck with a sword from the east!

This sword, the Seven Kills Sword, has a bright brilliance. It does not contain a trace of soul power, but it interprets the words "quickness" and "power" into another realm!

Long Yu seemed to have expected it. He stepped on his feet continuously and moved sideways very quickly. With a shake of the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, several sword shadows immediately faced Sword Douluo.

Hearing the sound of sword blades intersecting constantly, Long Yu retreated and moved sideways one after another. There seemed to be heavy blue shadows under his feet, and his retreating pace was leisurely.

Sword Douluo chased after him, his sword was as fast as the wind, and the shadow of the sword was like a sudden rain and wind, exuding a compelling power!

The two of them continued to compete with each other. Sword Douluo's sword moves were no longer limited to swordsmanship. At this time, he had learned everything he had learned in his life at his fingertips!

Long Yu did not panic because of this. He calmed down and knew that he could only adapt to changes and continue to display the sword skills he had learned in the past six years, swaying shadows.

Sword Douluo's sword moves became more and more fierce, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand caused strong winds and screams.

Long Yu's sword moves still retained that calm and composed charm, and the Zhuxian Sword was always running steadily according to the rhythm he controlled.

It is quite rare to be able to do this in front of the best swordsman spirit master in the world.

Among the countless sword lights and sword shadows, two figures rise, fall, rush, and turn, seemingly attacking rather than defending, each move showing exquisiteness.

In the forty-ninth move, Sword Douluo passed by Long Yu with a flat thrust of his sword, took three quick steps, and when he turned around, he jumped up, raised his sword fingers with his left hand, and held the long sword tightly with his right hand, facing Long Yu. Yu came quickly.

Like a white crane spreading its wings, like a goshawk pouncing on food.

Long Yu's steps were not messy at all. He pointed his sword upward like a dragon coming out of the sea, but he used a move in swordsmanship to return to the immortal moon.

After hearing a few clanging sounds, the Immortal Killing Sword and the Seven Killing Sword collided several times in just a few seconds, refusing to give in to each other.

Long Yu's figure retreated and flew seven or eight meters away from the ground. Then he turned over and stood firm. Zhu Xian Sword took the initiative to attack, and he fought with Sword Douluo again.

In the eighty-first move, Long Yu, who was trapping Sword Douluo in the sword formation created by his swordsmanship, suddenly changed his move and took the initiative to take two sharp steps back.

Sword Douluo rushed to follow, Long Yu's Immortal Killing Sword followed the trend, and struck three swords at awkward angles at Sword Douluo's wrist, forcing Sword Douluo to have to dodge backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Long Yu's mind moved slightly, and he stepped forward with his legs as if chasing the stars and chasing the moon. The Qingcang Sword swung out sword shadows, covering all the vital points around Sword Douluo in an instant, as if he wanted to gain the upper hand in one fell swoop.

However, Sword Douluo just smiled slightly, and the Seven Kills Sword in his hand suddenly changed from extremely fast to very slow, drawing a circle in front of him.

When Sword Douluo finished drawing the circle with the Seven Killing Sword, all the sword shadows swept out by the Zhuxian Sword were included in the circle, Hongfei Mingming!

An irresistible pulling force came from the front. Long Yu's body was turned to the left by the Seven Kills Sword. Sword Douluo was as steady as a rock. I remained unmoved and pointed the Seven Kills Sword towards Long Yu's shoulder!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Long Yu immediately made a judgment, followed the pulling force and turned around, carrying the Zhuxian Sword slanted behind him, and the sword perfectly blocked Sword Douluo's sword.

Long Yu was pushed away by the force of the sword. An invisible blue shadow passed by. He tapped his toes several times and turned around to attack Sword Douluo again.

Unknowingly, the two of them had gone through a hundred moves, and they had exhausted all their strength without using their soul power.

The sound of clanking swords resounded non-stop in the sword peaks. The two figures flashed left and right very quickly. Wherever their figures passed by, clouds of ice and snow exploded from the ground one after another.

If anyone is watching the battle here, they will definitely strike with the last blow!

Long Yu and Sword Douluo looked at each other and rushed towards each other almost at the same time. This time, the moves they used seemed to have been arranged in advance, but they were all forward thrusts without any fancy!

Look at the sword Long Yu casts. There is a sacred ancestral dragon appearing behind it. The phantom of the ancestral dragon overlaps with the Zhuxian Sword. It is like the ultimate judgment coming to the world, cold and ruthless and filled with monstrous murderous intent.

Looking at Sword Douluo's sword again, there is a mysterious rhythm in it, as if he is interpreting what it means to "change from complexity to simplicity", from martial arts to Taoism. One sword can encompass all things in the world, and his body is like the sharpest sword in the world. sword!

Almost at the same moment, the two of them condensed and released their swordsmanship. At almost the same moment, they staggered their swords, and their bodies passed each other!

With their backs to each other, the Immortal Killing Sword in Long Yu's hand kept buzzing and trembling. A strand of long black hair slowly fell from his forehead. He closed his eyes and felt something.

Sword Douluo's white robe ripped open a long path at his shoulders, but did not damage the inner clothing. He lowered his head and stared at the Seven Kills Sword in his hand, as if he was also thinking quietly...