Do nothing and be a big boss

Shu Jiangliu snatched his son's sword face to face, and snatched it handily without any psychological pressure.

Lotus sword, blood rain.

The wind direction has changed.

The battle at the foot of the mountain and on the mountainside stopped at the same time. Everyone held their breath, raised their heads, and stared blankly at the summit.Countless swords danced around the peak, completely surrounding the huge peak.Both the wind and the clouds are disturbed, the clouds are scattered, the wind is broken, and it seems to be blowing from all directions.

Someone recognized this scene and shouted in horror: "It's Shujiangliu's sword formation!"

Shu Jiangliu.

The Righteous Path No.1 of the year.

he is not dead?Not only did he not die, but he also came back quietly, quietly participating in this just battle?Unexpectedly, after losing a book farewell, Shu Jiangliu came back, what a great joy!Shu Jiangliu returns, why worry about evil ways not perishing!

The stream of swords was densely packed, like rain like a curtain, wrapping Master Furong and Master Tang's bedroom in it.

Binglun floated in the air holding the sword, like a god.

With a sound of "呲", a small crack appeared on the body of the lotus sword.

Binglun looked at the crack in disbelief: "Lian Jian, you have disappointed me so much."

His sword, unable to withstand his strength, showed an unbearable appearance.

Most of the Temple of Sanctuary has been destroyed. Master Fu Rong stood in the middle of the open space in front of the bedroom holding a knife, with many sword marks on his body.Until now, he has lost his breath, knowing that if he continues, his end will be predictable.

He didn't want to continue living the same life as before.

Shu don't walk towards Master Furong.

Before going over, Shu Bieyi said to Master Tang: "We will return to the original state soon."

He wanted to explain, but Master Tang didn't ask, just nodded.This made Shu Bieyi suddenly feel that he was being trusted.But why?Why did Master Tang trust him?

Without time to ask more questions, Shu Bieyi walked up to Master Furong with the joy of being trusted by his lover.

Master Fu Rong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "I'm getting annoyed now."

"Yes." Shu Bieyi said: "I should have thought of it earlier, but I was addicted to self-deception and always insisted that this person was dead."

"I don't like to use swords."

"I just like being human, too."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Master Tang felt uncomfortable and had a bad premonition.

Binglun: "Don't worry, get out of the way."

Countless lotus sword spears were separated from the sword curtain, and they hit Master Fu Rong in a gust of wind and rain.The target is Master Fu Rong, but if Shu Bieyi doesn't get out of the way immediately, she will also be directly impacted.

In that case, Shu Jiangliu would feel some regrets in his heart, but there would not be much ups and downs other than that.

He is Shubieyi's father, the one who gives Shubieyi life, and why not give Shubieyi death.

Master Fu Rong shouted: "Fu Rong Sword!"

Ice Wheel: "!"

Master Tang suddenly became dizzy, closed his eyes and opened them again, and found himself standing beside Master Fu Rong.

He returned to his body.

Master Tang turned around, his room had been completely destroyed by Jian Yu, and Shu Bieyi was not there.

Don't worry about the book...

A snow-white giant sword suddenly appeared in front of Master Tang. Master Tang was forced to suffocate by the monstrous power of the sword.

The giant sword rushed to the sky, the sword curtain was broken, and the gloomy sky returned to their heads.

Master Fu Rong raised her hand forward, a white light flashed from the dome, and a long sword fell from the sky.He grabbed the sword, and the white fringe of the sword fluttered with the wind, and a little cold light shone from one end of the sword to the other, piercing the eyes.

Binglun stared at the sword firmly.

Master Tang also stared at the sword, and there was a familiar aura on the sword.

"Unexpected." Binglun murmured incredulously: "I really didn't expect such a thing."

Master Furong said, "There are many things you didn't expect."

He grabbed the sword with both hands, held it above his head, and shouted wildly.

"Furong sword, cut off the flow!"

The air seemed to freeze.

Qi Longjun: "..."

Ice Wheel: "..."

Master Tang: "..."

What the fuck you're holding now is a sword, not a knife!

Master Fu Rong had no interest in becoming a swordsman since he was a child. As soon as Shu Jiangliu retreated, he immediately picked out the sword skills he had to learn from his memory.He only loves knives, he can only use knives, no matter what weapons he gets, he can only use knives.

Skin tingling.

Qi Longjun was terrified in his heart. For safety, others had already left the Sanctuary of Sanctuary and floated outside the peak. Not only that, but he also added a three-layer magic talisman to protect his body.They are all at the Kong Ming level, so the difference is so big!

... Well, the difference between the three different periods after junior high school in the same class is very big.

This style of using the sword to force the saber technique is not inferior in any way. Compared with the might of Fen Tian, ​​the Furong Sword creates the sharpness that breaks through everything, and nothing can stop it. End in two breaks.

"Lian Jian, Shen Ying."

The shadow of the blue lotus blossomed again, beautiful and life-threatening.

But this time, Lan Lian lost to Duan Liu's edge, and the sword shadows shattered one after another.

Shu Jiangliu's sword move was broken again.

Immediately afterwards, there was another "呲", and the crack on Lianjian's body widened.

Without hesitation, Binglun poured true energy into the lotus sword again, and used the sword style to deal with the Furong sword that came down immediately.

Master Furong used the sixth form of Burning Heaven continuously. If he could use this form to completely send Shu Jiangliu to the Underworld, he would be as happy as the New Year in the mortal world every day from now on.

"Lianjian, Jiuquan."

With the ice wheel as the center, countless sword shadows shot out.

Swords, swords everywhere.

The world has become a sword, a world of swords.

Qi Longjun has already slipped away. He promised to assist in this battle, but he didn't promise to pay his life for this battle.He turned his head and saw from afar the top of the isolated peak, where a shocking sword lotus bloomed.

The lotus of the sword covered the sky and the sun, but it couldn't cover the whiteness of it.

The sword, the most pursued is sharpness.

It doesn't have to be ugly, it doesn't have to be handy, and it definitely has to be sharp.

The Furong sword became bigger and stood in front of Master Furong, who continuously injected true energy into the sword, followed by Master Tang who didn't say a word.Let the lotus of the sword destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and it is difficult to cross the thunder pond of the Furong sword half a step.

The sword shadows rushing towards Master Furong were all cut into afterimages by the sharp edge of the Furong sword, and they could not make any noise anymore.

Binglun looked longingly at Furongjian.

This is the ultimate sword, use it however you want, whether you use it in the wrong way, or use the sword as a sword, it will always be as solid as new.Its sharpness is unquestionable, there is nothing in this world that it cannot cut.Its appearance is white and flawless, impeccable.

Because of his son's rebellion, this sword sat on the position of the Dragon Head of the Righteous Path for hundreds of years under a false identity, but even so it did not delay its cultivation.On the contrary, Lianjian disappointed him greatly. Not only had he not made any progress for so many years, but he even felt rusted like ordinary iron, lifeless, fragile and sensitive.

If Binglun wanted to win the world, how could he not have a good sword.

A perfect him deserves a perfect sword.

This sword, his son is not worthy to use.

The sword shadow suddenly changed direction, Master Furong let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards, and the sword Furong was released from his hand.

I have no qualifications to use this sword at all.

The Furong Sword drew an arc in the air and flew towards Master Furong.

Binglun threw away the lotus sword and grabbed the Furong sword, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a satisfied smile.

Ice Wheel: "!"

The smile froze.

Qi Longjun in the distance: "Not good!" He hurried back.

But it was too late.

The bright red representing Jue Ming has already covered the entire peak.

The Sanssouci Temple, which was almost destroyed into ruins, is filled with blood-red straight lines. From a distance, one would think that these are indeed red straight lines, but a closer look reveals that they are all thin, long, straight blood guns.

The blood spears criss-crossed, Binglun retreated one after another in an emergency, and barely avoided being penetrated by the blood spears, but only avoided death for a moment, and failed to escape the shackles of the blood spears.

Binglun struggled to raise his head amidst the dense array of blood guns, and struggled to utter a few words.

"Blood fiend formation."

Tang Dian's final and strongest spell.

The oil-paper umbrella rotates in the clouds, the sky and the earth change color, and all ghosts descend.

The wind blows, and the red clothes flutter with the wind, as if blending with the surrounding blood guns, but they are incompatible with each other. They are all red, but each has its own completely different style.His black hair fluttered lightly, and his dark eyes were full of anger.

Master Tang said coldly: "Run to the Hall of Worry and beat yourself so selflessly, I will allow you to be buried with your own stupidity."

At the bottom of the pool in the Palace of Sanssouci, the underground of the bedroom, the Eternal Night Court on the mountainside of the Gufeng, and under the Rusty Sword Platform, the bloody power surged out, and the bloody formation that filled the peak spread rapidly downwards, and in a blink of an eye, Gufeng was swept from head to toe. The feet are fully covered.

The cultivator who was fighting fiercely felt a red light flash in front of his eyes, his chest was pierced by a blood gun, his spiritual palace was shattered, and he was still in a daze, not knowing how he died.The surviving people watched in horror, but in the blink of an eye, the lonely peak became a purgatory, and before they could escape, the Ten Thousand Evil Punishment Formation had already descended.

This time, there was no Shanzhong Immortal Mansion to escort them.

Binglun could see that this was not the bloody formation that Master Tang displayed, but a formation that had been arranged in advance on the lonely peak.

Master Tang reached out and grabbed the sword floating in the air.

At this moment, the lotus sword that was thrown on the ground flew towards Binglun, cutting off the blood guns along the way one by one. Every time a blood gun was destroyed, the cracks on the sword body deepened.When the last shackles on Binglun's body were cut off, cracks had already spread all over the body of the sword.

Binglun grabbed the lotus sword: "Nine Springs!"

The lotus of the sword reappeared, and the heavy sword shadow broke through the heavy blood gun.

Master Tang retreated quickly, Jian Zhilian was gone in an instant, Binglun and Master Furong were gone.

The blood fiend formation was broken, causing a continuous effect, starting from the blood gun on the peak and disappearing quickly.After Binglun left, Master Tang retracted Feng Xie in the clouds, and all evil spirits were killed.

Master Tang stared at... probably the sword of his partner.

The snow-white sword lay quietly in his hand.

After waiting for a while, Master Tang tentatively snapped his fingers on the sword and called out, "Hello."

The blade hummed.

Master Tang: "..."

He was not familiar with swords, so he didn't know what it meant. It seemed to be just the feedback of pure gold and iron being struck.

At this time, Dong Bai rushed up from the ladder covered in blood: "Lord, the right way has retreated, we defended, sir...?" Seeing that the landlord shook a finger, Dong Bai bowed his head and retreated without disturbing .

Master Tang wanted to go back to the room with the sword, but suddenly realized that the house was gone, so he had to sit cross-legged on the spot and put the sword across his knees.

"Hey, they're all gone." Master Tang said to Jian, "You can recover now."

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