magic pupil evildoer

On the ice sheet, the cold wind remained, and the light flickered in the distance, reflecting the entire sky into a colorful band of light.

The heavy snow fluttered, mixed with a trace of sword intent.

Either arrogance or domineering through the common point - the invincible sword intent, blending and colliding, on the ground that has just experienced a catastrophe, there are ravines vertically and horizontally.

Liu Buping's aura was released again, and his whole body was like a free and unfettered sword soaring into the sky, standing proudly under the lonely and cold sky.

In front of him, Ximen Yijian was like a sword of arrogance, his hair stood upside down, and his face was so arrogant that the surrounding snowflakes and air did not dare to get close.

Incomparable momentum, direct invincible!

Two strands of sword intent that wanted to destroy the sky soared into the sky, once again bringing a feeling like being in a sea of ​​swords and flames to this piece of sky.

The casual cultivators who were galloping away stopped their bodies one after another, feeling the trembling sword energy in the air, and all of them turned pale.

"Huh? Someone is going to deal with him!"

"What a powerful sword intent!"

"Go! Go back and have a look!"

"If you can comprehend one or two of them, you will be able to reach the peak forever!"

……

All of a sudden, all the casual cultivators came towards this side one after another.

The monks in the farther places all sensed it, as if they felt the birth of a treasure. Shocked, they walked forward with a touch of surprise.

On the wasteland at the edge of the land of extreme ice, a carriage drove fast.

The driver was a young man with a leather jacket, cotton shoes, a felt hat on his head, a scruffy beard, and was dusty. It looked like he hadn't had a good rest for at least a few days.

His slightly smoky eyelids revealed his tiredness even more.

However, when those two soaring sword intents broke through the shackles of this world, his face was like a spring breeze, and an incredible light glowed in his dim eyes.

It was also a light of sword intent, which originated from the sympathy between swords and swords, and also from the mutual seduction of swordsmanship.

This is a sword intent of slaughter, a sword intent of professional killing!

I don't know how many people the coachman killed before he could condense this sword intent into a substantial light.

There is a beautiful woman lying in the carriage. The beautiful woman does not look very old. The willow-leaf eyebrows, blue lips and red lips and aquiline nose on the face of the melon seeds outline a country with an exotic flavor in a beautiful country. A talented face.

Her hair was like a waterfall, spreading over the beautiful woman's shoulders, and there was a longing look in her slightly sleepy eyes.

A light veil reveals the exquisite lines faintly, and only the fragrant shoulders and the two cotton white cloud-like breasts not far below are exposed.

Especially the lazy posture of the beautiful woman, if any man takes a look at her, he will have infinite desire for her.

This is a goblin, a goblin who makes a man know that he will be seduced, but rushes forward without hesitation.

"Hiding the sword! How is the servant's service these few days?"

For some reason, ever since she saw the sword intent on the edge of the sky, she felt disgusted with the man driving the car in her heart, as if she had been playing with a toy for too long and felt when she saw a new toy.

The young man driving the car turned his head slightly, with a satisfied smile on his face, and the sword intent in his eyes gradually receded: "The princess and I are like glue, but Tibetan sword knows the princess' wish, but he can't marry the princess. What a pity in this life!"

"Heck! You are also a sensible person. You still have a long way to go to become the husband of this princess! The person I am looking for is in front of you. You send me to the place where the sword will be, so let's go !"

The beautiful woman is none other than Long Qinglan, the princess of the Great Dragon Dynasty. Ever since she left the palace, she has been looking for Liu Buping everywhere. She has played with all the experts and strong men she met along the way. .

Hidden Sword is no exception. After seeing Long Qinglan, he was attracted by Long Qinglan. Because of this, his whole body was immersed in beauty all day long. After practicing with Long Qinglan, his whole body became extremely thin.

He knew that this was Long Qinglan using his life to practice a kind of thaumaturgy. He wanted to kill this woman several times, but every time he heard the woman speak and saw the woman's appearance, the one that killed her The heart disappeared again and turned into a tender heart.

He really liked the way Long Qinglan was criss-crossing under his crotch, and that delicate shouting made him extremely happy.

He used to think that revenge was his goal, but now he thinks that it is to be happy with Long Qinglan every day, and perhaps this kind of life is what he needs.

Therefore, Zang Jian destroyed his own sword and quietly sealed the sword's intent in his eyes.

If it wasn't for the two sword intents on the ice field that drew his sword intent, he wouldn't have realized now, what is a pink skeleton that has plagued him for a hundred years, and the only right way in the world is the sword!

These were the words left to him by his master back then, and he had never understood them until now.

bass!

A burst of invisible sword energy shot out suddenly, and the hidden sword directly attacked Long Qinglan.

He was afraid that he was hesitating, so he couldn't help it.

"Hmph! Zang Jian, you are so ruthless, I let you do whatever you want, and let you be happy every day. You said just now that you are like glue, why are you trying to kill me now?"

As Long Qinglan spoke coquettishly, a flash of light flashed in her hand, and a cyan light flashed, blocking the Tibetan sword's attack.

After just one fight, Cang Jian felt the strength of Long Qinglan: "She is so powerful? The previous weakness was all pretended..."

A bone-piercing chill emerged from Zang Jian's body, and Zang Jian knew that he could no longer do anything to Long Qinglan, so with a movement of his body, he flew into the air, and flew away as if escaping into the distance without saying a word. go.

He didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to face this woman. At this moment, the killing intent in his heart had also turned into deep fear.

Long Qinglan has become a demon of Hidden Sword!

"Hmph! Another useless man, just like Tang Aoran, he is not a hero in the world!"

Long Qinglan in the carriage spoke softly, while fiddling with her hair, she urged the carriage with her spiritual thoughts, and slowly moved towards the ice field ahead.

……

bass!

On the ice field, when the two swords were colliding in the air, Liu Buping and Ximen moved slowly and swiftly with the sword, using the movements of ordinary mortal swordsmen, using their sword moves to kill them one by one.

The collision of the sword and the sword made the sound of metal clanging. The sword skills of the two were unremarkable, as if two people who had just learned sword skills were fighting hard with basic sword skills, without the slightest fancy , and there is no skill, let alone any power fluctuations.

"This……"

Many enemies in Wuliang City and Extreme Ice Palace in the distance couldn't help falling through their eyes, and some people who were unsteady almost fell from the sky.

This kind of competition seemed extremely naive to them.

Does the sword need to be used like this?

All disciples have such a question in their hearts.

However, the eyes of many elders flickered. After cultivating to their level, no matter what kind of swordsmanship or sword move is enough to be amazed, only the scene of Liu Buping fighting against each other in the distance made them feel addicted. Suddenly felt an unusual feeling.

That's right, the two of them seemed to be attacking each other in a normal way, but they were actually fighting with the sword intent attached to the surface of the sword.

Such an attack can not only test the sword-wielder's control over the sword's intent, but also test the sword-wielder's endurance and perseverance towards the Tao.

This is tantamount to taking out the way of the sword, through constant confrontation of the way of the sword, fighting with sword intent, to torture the heart, do I really want to practice this way?

This is the sword of questioning the heart!It is also a question of heart!

What many disciples saw was just the collision of swords, but in fact they didn't see it clearly. At the moment when the two swords collided with each other, the two did not let the swords collide, but the swords collided with each other. When you touch it, turn your hand back quickly.

Because their speed was too fast, many disciples did not see the way clearly.

However, both places are unusual places, among the many disciples, there are many geniuses and monsters in this world, only a small number of them can clearly see the attacks of Liu Buping and Ximen Yijian.

Time passed by little by little, and after tens of thousands of moves were exchanged in a normal manner, the two finally backed away after the sound of the last collision.

"How is your heart?"

With a sword strike, Ximen's eyes became even stronger, and he looked at Liu Buping and asked softly.

Liu Buping nodded, laughed, looked at Ximen Yijian and said, "My heart has long been extremely tough, but you, how do you feel?"

"It's just crazy!"

Ximen Yijian thoughtfully, laughed and said loudly.

There was a sense of joy in his voice, a sense of joy and comfort after venting his depression. In a trance, the thin film blocking him became indistinct. He had a feeling, As long as I use a little force, the film will no longer be an obstacle.

"Kill it!"

"Okay! I just want to see your Wuzhijian realm!"

The two spoke loudly, and at the same time, they displayed their swordsmanship.

hum!hum!hum!hum!

Sword sounds like mosquitoes and flies slowly emerged from the air, and in front of Liu Buping, light and shadows of swords emerged one after another, this is the initial state of Wuzhijian.

Concentrate the sword energy from the heart!It can transform into thousands of spiritual swords, and rain down swords to destroy the enemy!

Ahead, the light in Ximen Yijian's hand was shining brightly, that simple iron sword became brighter, and a sword radiance appeared on the surface of the sword body.

boom!

Just when the two looked at each other, the two realms of kendo suddenly unfolded. The violent sword rain collided with the brilliant arrogant sword, splashing countless meteors and flying towards the surroundings.

The roar continued, the two did not continue to attack, but waited calmly, waiting for the attack in front to completely disappear.

In a daze, at the moment of the attack, Liu Buping felt the soul of Ximen Yijian's radiance.

It was a kind of kung fu of turning death into life. Although the agility of the sword light had not been fully activated, Liu Buping had no doubts that Ximen Yijian had already achieved such a state.