I practice ruthless way

The place where Xiao Man dropped his sword was exactly the place where Yan Wushu tried his best to slash.They were trapped in the formation of swords set up by the practitioners of the Taiqing Holy Realm. Naturally, Yan Wushu would not blindly draw the sword, and there must be something special when the sword falls, so he chose to cut here with the sword.

Hit it with one hit.

But the saber array was not completely broken, it was just cut out a gap, and it was still running stably. Xiao Man followed closely with the second move.

The first move of the sword was downward, so at this moment Xiao Man spread his feet, crossed them again, and spun his body, the edge of the sword rose upwards, slashed across the air, and fell heavily!

Seeing that the color of the world of mortals is darker than the night, and cannot reflect the moonlight, but the sword has its own spiritual power and brilliance flowing, quiet and cold.

The cold sword wind collided with the brilliant golden knife formation, and there was another clang, the gap in the formation was even deeper!

The sword master deliberately blocked Xiao Man, but Yan Wushu blocked him from the three-foot sword, even the wind from the sword could not get close to Xiao Man's body.

He glanced over Yan Wushu's shoulders, looked at the light of the collapsed sword array, and Xiao Man who fell in front of the array, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you would actually practice the sword that you don't see? Ruqingdao... actually Another ruthless way came out, it seems that there is a successor to Tingyun Peak in Gushan!"

Xiao Man didn't respond to this, his mind was still on the saber array, he made a cut, but he hadn't completely shattered it, the current situation, there is no time for him to slowly draw along a crack like dripping water through a stone, He needs to find the rest of the weak spots.

But how could it be so easy to find a flaw in the formation formed by a person who is higher than him?Impatient now.

"Kanwei." Yan Wushu reminded, with complex emotions hidden in his voice, which were quickly blown away by the noisy night wind.

At the same time Yan Wushu made his voice, he made a move to cover it.The corner of Xiao Mansu's white clothes turned in the void, and between the ups and downs, he swept to the water level of the ridge, which was due east.

Xiao Man used the third move in Wuming swordsmanship.

This is not the first time Xiao Man used this set of sword techniques in front of Yan Wushu.In the arena of the Guangling test, in the secret realm of Juling Mountain, Xiao Man used this move the most.

At that time, Yan Wushu didn't think anything.Xiao Man's master and master uncle are the ancestors on the lonely mountain. Those two have lived for thousands of years, and they have created a few sets of swordsmanship, which is not a problem at all.He even thought that this sword technique was very suitable for Xiao Man, no matter how he changed his moves, or the effects created by the moves, they were all very beautiful. Coupled with Xiao Man's fluttering white clothes, he was truly unparalleled.

But who would have expected that this is a sword technique that can only be used after stepping on the ruthless path?

Xiao Man drew his sword and dropped his sword, his eyes were drooping, and his long and dense eyelashes covered most of the light, making it difficult to distinguish his emotions - from the beginning to the end, there was no emotion on his face.

The soaring sword light rose and fell in the dim night, collided with the light of the knife array, and there was another broken sound.

At the same time, the knife wind in the sword master's hand forced Yan Wushu's door!

Yan Wushu avoided it at a paradoxical angle, followed by taking a few wrong steps to stabilize his figure.His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his long and narrow eyes were dark, so as to distance himself from the sword master, he raised the sword obliquely in front of him, and suddenly exerted force!

The exploding sword light illuminated half of the night, gloomyly reflecting the precarious moon hanging in the west, tearing apart the sky like lightning, and striking down like a shocking thunder.

boom!

boom!

boom!

There was a loud sound, the rocks on the ground rolled down, and the wind whizzed in, sweeping away the twisted trees and grass vines. If you look at it from a distance, the whole mountain is slowly collapsing.

This is just a sword of Yan Wushu.

Yan Wushu's realm was perfect in the Taixuan Realm. After the battle of the Juling Mountain Secret Realm, this perfection has slipped a little bit, but the sword just now is far beyond the level of the peak period, forcing him to surpass his sword of a great realm. Sheng couldn't help but back away.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat, Yan Wushu didn't care, wiped it lightly with his sleeve, and gave Xiao Man another direction, then immediately jumped up on the spot, and slashed at the sword saint again.

He couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart, and after searching a little bit, the most occupied thing in his heart was blankness.At a loss that Xiao Man could do this, at a loss that he was really abandoned.

After being at a loss, there is grievance and anger.Aggrieved at being abandoned, angry at Xiao Man for abandoning him, but it was impossible for him to vent his anger on Xiao Man, and the South Sea Sword Master was really an eyesore, so he had no choice but to take this man for surgery.

Yan Wushu used his sword again.

At this moment, a third gap was cut in the knife formation, and the spiritual power circuit between the formations was broken, but there were a few clicks, and it collapsed and damaged in all directions.

The light of the formation faded away under the dark night, but above the long sky, the light of the sword did not fall.Xiao Man couldn't help but think of the situation when Yan Wushu left the customs - the moon was in the middle of the sky in the lonely mountain, and the brilliant light rose into the sky, hanging in the sky in the middle of the night.

At that time, Yan Wushu was quite full of spirit and spiritual power, but at this moment, even though neither was good, he was unstoppable.

Xiao Man immediately backed away from the battle situation, Yan Wushu's current state made him terrified.This is no longer a battle that he can intervene in, but it is also rare, so he chooses to watch the battle.

The sword master was forced by Yan Wushu to retreat on a gentle slope, lunging with his feet, holding a knife in both hands, trying to resist.

Yan Wushu hung in the air like a bird, his silver hair flew away, and a sword mark on his forehead flowed faintly. His gaze crossed the connecting sword and sword, condescendingly looking down at the saber saint. After a while, he suddenly smiled.

"Are you trying to say, 'Don't think that you can escape from my hands if you break my sword formation'?" Yan Wushu said.

"You are really powerful, no wonder the emperor of the Northern Kingdom sent you to kill me." The sword sage said in a deep voice, "but I am not that easy to kill. After speaking, he suddenly exerted force, the spiritual power surged out, and the blade trembled, forcing Yan Wushu to die. retreat.

The light of the sword dazzles people's eyes, and the light of the sword is endless.

The sound of weapons clashing and colliding was continuous, almost uninterrupted.In the place where I was, half of the mountain collapsed, and the river flowing through it burst into floods, washing away the mountains and plains.

Fu Zhu was hiding in the forest, but gradually realized that it was impossible to stay in the forest, so he ran out shaking his fur, and rubbed against Xiao Man.

The mountain wind howled, and the sleeves of his clothes flew wildly. Xiao Man glanced at it, raised his fingers into a formation, and dropped a barrier.

The clouds in the sky were churning, and the blue ink color splashed into the sky faded unconsciously, turning into a hazy gray.

Time is passing, and I don't know how many rounds of fighting.

Yan Wushu was covered in blood, but because of his black body, he couldn't tell clearly.His attack was extremely fierce, and he completely abandoned defense, regardless of whether he drew his sword, as if he wanted to change his life for another.

The wound on Dao Sheng's body was more serious than his, and even his fingertips were bleeding.

The blood of people of their level is rich in spiritual power, which is a rare treasure, but on the mountains and fields, there are no creatures to spy and covet.

The atmosphere is dignified.

After the entanglement, they separated, and after the separation, they fought again. After the swords met, the two retreated at the same time, panting heavily, and staring at each other.

"It was my carelessness." The sword sage grinned.

Yan Wushu glanced at Xiao Man among the rocks from the corner of his eye, and said following the sword master's words: "It is indeed your carelessness."

"But you and I don't seem to be able to tell the difference—if they don't make a move." The sword master also glanced at Xiao Man and Fu Zhulu who was following behind him.

"You really think so?" Yan Wushu's tone was cool.

These words made the sword master laugh again: "So you don't think so?"

Yan Wushu raised his eyebrows, held the sword in his hand, and tilted it slightly.

Take a step forward and attack again.

The sword light pulled out was like a thin line, turning several times in the void, forming an array in an instant.

There was no surprise on the sword saint's expression, and he drew his sword to meet him.But when he jumped up, dozens of swords appeared behind Yan Wushu, and the tips of the swords condensed into a brilliant light, all pointing at the sword master.

Leaving the sword from the hand and attacking with the flying sword through the air is the sword technique on Xueyi Peak.

But that's just a sword.

Xiao Man came up with this move.

Dozens of swords burst out through the wind, and the light of the swords was like a trailing long comet, falling when the eastern morning star was about to come out.

Dao Sacred Heart said that this person really has a second move, he lowered his weight, raised the saber and swept across, and the arc of the saber was full, like a full moon in sixteen nights!

Light and shadow danced wildly, but suddenly, Yan Wushu grabbed the sword in his hand and dodged in front of the sword saint.

The Sword Master swirled and slashed horizontally. With his state, he would definitely be able to block all the swords, but with such a move, the center of gravity would sink, and the sword would be full of power, and there would inevitably be an instant stiffness.

This is the time to wait.

Xuanyi rose and fell, Yan Wushu's long and narrow eyes were emotionless, he exchanged a glance with the person opposite, and raised his sword.

The sword array is to confuse, and the flying sword is also to lure, the real killing intent is still the sword in his hand.

The sword he uses most often is named Tiandi Chaolai, the sword's edge is as bright as frost and snow, and the clouds and winds move between the sky and the earth when it rises and falls, piercing the night.

There was a white belly in the east, and he slashed across the throat of the sword saint, and his throat was sealed with blood.

Yan Wushu retracted his sword and retreated.

The sword saint is recognized as number one in the world, if you kill him, you can replace him and become the new number one in the world.

The thing that had been delayed for ten years was finally completed, but Yan Wushu didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart, he just thought that this troublesome thing was finally gone, and he could finally talk to Xiao Man.

The generation of powers who were frozen in place were separated.Suddenly, a series of bangs sounded, and all the swords that Yan Wushu flew out fell to the ground.

Jian was silent, he didn't cast half a glance, but looked up at Xiao Man, trying to walk over, but a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat.

There was a moment of darkness in front of my eyes, and even my consciousness dispersed, and there was silence in the mountains and forests, as if the world had gone away.

Yan Wushu didn't even know that he fell forward and fell, it was the tide of heaven and earth that kept him from falling down completely and half kneeling on the ground.

After the darkness passed, his vision was clear, and a corner of his plain white clothes floated into his eyes.

Then a finger was placed between Yan Wushu's eyebrows, and spiritual power was slowly directed towards him, just like what he had done before.

Xiao Man's fingertips felt slightly cold.

This bit of coolness reminded Yan Wushu of the cold alchemy in Xiao Man's body that he found in the secret realm of Juling Mountain.

The spiritual power comes out of the alchemy house, flows in the body according to the mind, and then returns to the alchemy house.At that time, he felt that Xiao Man's mentality was too weird and too cold.Thinking about it now, it's no wonder Xiao Man is so cold.

Dazed and confused, Yan Wushu blinked his eyes slowly, raised his left hand that was not holding the sword, grabbed the one hanging by Xiao Man's side, and said in a low voice: "Do you really want to Disconnect with me."

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, his voice was low and hoarse.

The spiritual power came in unhurriedly, between them, their bodies had long been familiar with each other, and without Yan Wushu's trouble, they had already accepted all of them, and slowly flowed through their bodies.

Xiao Man's tone was calm: "I said it a long time ago."

Yan Wushu closed his eyes, tried his best to hide the pain in his eyes, grabbed Xiao Man's hand tremblingly, and after a while, he regained his voice: "When did you start to practice the ruthless way?"

"At first." Xiao Man said.

"Since apprenticeship?" Yan Wushu's voice squeezed out between his teeth, and then he smiled with a self-deprecating tone, "That's right, there are probably only those two in this world who know how to get rid of the things set by the law of heaven."

It turned out that what Xiao Man said was true.He doesn't like him anymore, he wants to sever ties with him, he doesn't want to be involved with him anymore, and he... has found a way to sever the relationship.

Ruthless way.

Heh, it's really a good way, without bloodshed, it can cut off the fate of the world.

It turned out that he had been deceiving himself and others for so many years.

The spiritual power that Xiao Mandu sent was almost enough to heal Yan Wushu's wounds, he withdrew his fingers, and at the same time wanted to pull the other hand out of Yan Wushu's hand, but the man held on tightly.

He frowned: "Since you understand, please let go."

"But I still don't want to let it go." Yan Wushu threw away the sword, grabbed Xiao Man's hand with both hands, and inserted it into the crevice of Xiao Man's fingers forcefully, interlocking his five fingers.

A ray of light lit up in the sky beyond the mountain, illuminating the blurred rocks and broken trees.Xiao Man furrowed his eyebrows in the wind, and said in a cold tone, "You want me to cut off your hand?"

"Cut it off." Yan Wushu said indifferently, and moved his hand up a few inches.His hands were stained with blood, and Xiao Man's hands were as thin and white as porcelain, in stark contrast.

Yan Wushu waited for a while, seeing that Xiao Man didn't speak or move, he said in a low voice, "You don't want to."

This person is very much like those rascals in the market, Xiao Man never knew that this person could have such a thick skin.Since he couldn't pull out his hand, he simply swayed a wave of spiritual power to shake Yan Wushu's hand away.

In Yan Wushu's battle with the Sword Saint, there were dozens of wounds on his body, including internal injuries.With Xiao Man's blow, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips again.When Xiao Man saw it, he was unmoved, and said calmly: "You are seriously injured, you should go back to Gushan to recuperate."

"I don't have the strength to go back." Yan Wushu whispered.

"Then let's stay here." Xiao Man didn't bother with him, the voice fell to the ground, and he turned and left.

Xiao Man walked resolutely, without any hesitation, Yan Wushu hurriedly reached out to grab it, but only grabbed a piece of clothes.

Suddenly remembered before.

At that time Xiao Man had just left customs and came to Mingguang Peak to discuss the matter of candidates for the Guangling test.He found that Xiao Man was much colder towards him, so he thought, Xiao Man would be colder if he was colder, anyway, he was not afraid of cold.

But now, he watched helplessly as the corner of the clothes he held in his palm slipped out, turning an arc of light in the void, and went away in a flash.

The wind that brushed the corner of Xiao Man's clothes, passed between his fingers.

Dawn was breaking in the east, and the sky was shining. A bird stood on a broken branch, with its head upturned, and began to chirp.

The sound is so crisp.

This time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, freezing to the bone.