A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 The breeze was blowing, the leaves were flying, and they blew through the clothes of the two.

　　 A person with a heroic attitude, like a prodigal prodigal son, is free and easy, and his hands are divided into green and blooming, just like a clear spring. A person is arrogant and cold, with a determined look, a broad sword is as dark as ink, and there is a cold killing gas.

　　The Qiantian School looked very solemn this morning. Two top swordsmen from the Moyun Mountains stood here to end the once-unfinished duel.

　　 At the beginning of the Qingsong school's martial arts competition, the penultimate and penultimate ranks are the Luochen School and the Qiantian School. Everyone thinks these two schools are just a joke. But it was such two despised martial arts that actually broke out two stunning dark horses. The Muyu of the Falling Dust School defeated the arrogant little tiger of the Qingsong School, while the Lonely Sky of the Qiantian School kept going forward. It is a pity that when the two black horses battled together, Mu Yu chose to defeat because of special reasons, which became a pity between the two black horses.

　　 No one expected that in the past few years, the two black horses from the ridiculous faction have been able to trample the Mo Yun Mountains under their feet, and even the green pine road people who are high above are not their opponents. Today is the moment when the two dark horses decide the victory!

　　 Han Mang crossed the void, and his sword was so violent, like the galloping galaxy, the vast sword light roared. However, the broad sword has only the simplest form. One sword strikes, and it turns into thousands of things. It looks like the Dinghai God Needle in the choppy waves. It is imposing and thick and solid.

　　 Two figures intertwined in the air, submerged in the light of the sky, the majestic breath rushed around, the air became hot, and the waves swept out, leaving a shocking score on the ground.

　　 "Long Long Xiao Tian."

　　The fifth style of falling dust swordsmanship, falling into the dragon and screaming sky, transforming into tangible, virtual and real.

　　 Five flying swords with Muyu rising into the sky, the spiritual power of the whole body is transformed into five blue dragons under the traction of the flying sword. The dragon is coiled around the shadow sword, the majestic dragon head, the uneven dragon scales, the free and easy dragon tail, the sky and the roaring dragon, and the mighty dragon, as if to swallow everything in the world, so that everyone will not dare to move.

　　 The broad sword is as fast as electricity, like a thin crack in the sky, broken void, a sword hacked, the great momentum sprang up, the black light opened, and collided with the dragon!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 shakes the mountain, the full hands of the Yuan infant period make everything around me messed up, the smoke is filled, it is difficult to separate. The dragon dissipated, the broad sword was still there, and the split was still there. The two had switched positions and looked at each other indifferently.

　　 The people watching were surging, and they were deeply shocked by the breath of these two people!

　　 "When did the two of them become so powerful?" Bai Lang sighed secretly. He used to be the leader of the younger generation in the Moyun Mountains. Unfortunately, someone outside killed two black horses and surpassed him. Now even if he becomes the head of the Qingsong school, he is still in front of them.

　　 "Lonely Sky's sword is calm and powerful, simple and overbearing, and he lifts a thousand pounds. He relies on the purest brute force to exert the sword to the extreme, and the practitioners are really terrible!" Qingsong Taoren nodded slightly. He had already learned the most primitive power, which made him unable to fight back at all. He was convinced to lose his mouth yesterday.

"Mu Yu's sword is freehand and natural, as if it were a whole, the sword is profound, and the power of Tian'er is unloaded everywhere. I said at the beginning, the swordsmanship of the Falling Dust School is unpredictable, and it is really rare in the world! "Bo Yang Taoist plucked his beard and praised.

　　 Their two old black horses have encountered some adventures in the past few years. The people present are unclear, but their cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds. It's so terrifying to cultivate at a young age, and it must be unlimited in the future.

　　 "You didn't disappoint me." Gu Yitian stared at Mu Yu's hands and whispered.

　　When he was in the competition of the Qingsong School, he knew that Muyu could not be defeated so easily. He is a dignified swordsman, and he is pursuing an open competition. Taking his as a person, he would rather die in the hands of others than take advantage of others. In the past, there has never been a chance to actually play with Mu Yu, which became a hurdle in his heart.

　　 Muyu looked at the broad sword in Gu Yitian's hand, but he was puzzled in his heart: "Your sword reminds me of a man whose swordsmanship has reached the level of fascination, but his sword move is very simple."

　　 "Who is that person you said?" Gu Yitian asked.

　　 "Unknown Swordsman." Mu Yu vaguely remembered that night the unknown swordsman and the genius swordsman of Xijiangu, the competition of Yuanjian, the unknown swordsman with a sword through the sky, only one trick to kill the genius once in a century.

　　 Gu Yitian's face moved slightly, and he said for a long time: "The unnamed senior saved my life and pointed my swordsmanship. My swordsmanship really came from his guidance."

　　 Muyu suddenly, no wonder Gu Yitian's swordsmanship in recent years will be so superb, unexpectedly directed by unknown swordsman. Before breaking the sword before leaving, he instilled a sword meaning into Muyu's body, and that sword meaning helped him several times.

　　 "So, is the unknown swordsman your master?"

　　 Gu Yitian shook his head: "I don't want to worship him as a teacher, and he doesn't want to accept me as a disciple. We just met each other, and he sent me a fortune."

　　 Muyu nodded, suddenly in his heart, his attention fell back on this swordsmanship. Feng Haochen once told him that the path is simple, and thousands of swordsmanship are not as powerful as a sword. The ninth style of the falling dust swordsmanship is named nine-nine to one, nine swords to one, and one sword to nine. In the first battle with Ghost Xuanyue, Feng Haochen took Jin Danxiu as a unity of nine, and a sword shattered the body of Yuan Xuanyue Ghost Xuanyue, and the power of falling dust swords was self-evident. But now Muyu can only transform five flying swords, and Feng Haochen

His sword intentions are still far away, so he has been unable to exert the ninth power of falling dust swordsmanship.

　　 However, what makes Mu Yu feel strange is that whether it is an unknown swordsman or a lonely sky, their simple sword breath is so similar to the falling dust swordsmanship. It is just that the sword of falling dust is more delicate and powerful, and the sword of the two of them is to make simple and simple, and only take a scoop of thousands of weak waters. But this scoop is extremely scary.

　　The falling dust sword technique was originally known as the Tianjian Jiu Yin, but it was recognized as the first sword technique in the realm. Unfortunately, Muyu has only touched the fur so far.

　　 "You only use one sword, and I have one sword too. How about we decide to win or lose?"

　　 Muyu, as an apprentice of Jianying Chenfeng, has the most powerful sword power, but cannot play the sword of Tianjian Jiuyin, which really humiliates the reputation of the nine swords. In his heart was born with great enthusiasm, Lonely Sky used the simplest sword to deal with himself, and he should also justify Tianjian Jiu. He will not use the sword-intent of the broken sword in the next competition, it seems too ridiculous!

　　 "A sword will win or lose, good!"

　　 The lonely sky looked bright, Muyu had a clever nine-sword sword move, he did not grasp the victory, both of them were swordsmen, and one sword was the most fair competition.

　　 lonely sky raised a thick broad sword, a sword pointed at the wood feather, the blade lightly whispered, the black awn vomiting, the body's momentum continued to climb. His sword, like his character, is indifferent and arrogant, like a piece of cold iron on the Gufeng, killing it coldly, making people dare not lightly attack its edge.

　　 Muyu is divided into five pieces, and each piece of the interpretation of Tianjian Jiuyin is endless and endless. At the foot of Muyu's feet flashing, he actually transformed into five figures, each of which controlled five split-swords as if they were in an unmanned state. The sword shadow was getting faster and faster, and gradually condensed to a point. At the same time, Mu Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, and the five divisions suddenly unified, and the terrifying momentum burst with the sword as the center!

　　 The swords were united, and two people stabbed the sword forward. The speed of the sword is so slow, everyone on the scene can see their movements, and even everyone can think of their own solutions in a flash. But whenever a cracking method is formed in these people's minds, they will be shocked to find that the sword of these two people has already changed their shape. The simplest sword is ever-changing, and there is no trace of it. If you want to crack, there is only more domineering than a sword!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Swords burst into flames, and the shadows and the broad swords confronted each other, making the surrounding voids seem to have slightly invisible cracks, and the cracks were fleeting. The two swords exploded in awe-inspiring momentum, facing each other for a long time in the air, killing and freehand eroding each other, and wanting to compare each other, but no one was convinced, the sword gas has turned the four sides into chaos, and then the two Withdrew away and slowly put away the sword.

　　 Muyu looked at Lonely Sky, and Lonely Sky also looked at him. Their eyes sparkled in the air, their fighting intentions daring into the sky, tit-for-tat.

　　 "You are strong." Muyu said.

　　 "You too." Gu Yitian responded.

　　 "Stuck!"

The cracked voice clearly passed into everyone's ears~www.readwn.com~ The broad sword in Gu Yitian's hand has already been split, and Muyu's sword gas has already penetrated into Gu Yitian's broad sword. It made Gu Yitian feel numb for a while, and it took a long time to force Mu Yu's sword spirit out.

　　 "If you have a good sword, you might not lose." Mu Yu said lightly.

Mu Yu won, and his sword was even better. Tianjian Jiuyin, as the most powerful swordsmanship in the realm of the realm, its power is not ridiculous. Jiujiu is one of the most primitive swords, simple but fierce, Unstoppable. Although Gu Yitian's sword has the courage to move forward, it still has a streamlined sword meaning less than Tianjian Jiuyin, and he lost to Tianjian Jiuyin.

　　 Gu Yitian shook his head: "Winning or losing is never a question of whether a sword is good or bad. A man has a sword in his heart, and the sword in his hand is a good sword. I lost my heart and convinced myself."

　　Like an unknown swordsman, Gu Yitian also believes in his broad sword, which is a simple iron sword, but in his hands is a close friend. When he believed his friend, even a simple sword became extraordinary. This contest is just like Gu Yitian said, he did not lose on the quality of the sword, but on the comprehension of swordsmanship.

　　 The belated competition finally came to an end, but their outcome was still only temporary. The future is still far away, and those who use swords will not easily admit defeat.

　　 "Unknown senior will kill the person who left a gap in his iron sword, me too." Gu Yitian carried his sword on his back, glanced at Muyu, and walked towards the Boyang Taoist.

　　 "I'm waiting for you." Muyu was intent on the sky.