Storyteller in Wudi City, comment on the top ten sword immortals at the beginning

Looking at the disciple who fainted in his arms.

Song Yan looked sluggish.

The disciple Wushuang he accepted is already a sword master who has been rare in five hundred years from the north, and he has reached the first-class finger xuan at the age of sixteen, and he is dedicated to sword practice without distraction, and he is even expected to step into the heavenly phenomenon in his twenties, and his talent is comparable to the Qingshirt Sword Immortal who once had a merry Liyang and a jiazi.

But he was also a finger Xuan, and he summoned ten flying swords, but he was defeated by the sword of the young man in front of him.

How can there be such a wicked guy in the world?

Could it be that she couldn't win against Li Hanyi, and her own disciples weren't as good as her apprentices?

Su Han looked at Song Yan and said, "

Do you want to continue?"

Song Yanhui gritted her teeth slightly, feeling unwilling.

"Since you came, naturally there is no reason to come in vain."

He carefully put down the Wushuang in his arms, got up and looked at Su Han, his eyes were sharp:

"If you can't see Li Hanyi, it's okay to try the sword of your little sword immortal."

Hearing this 'small' word with a hint of disbelief, Su Han smiled.

He touched his chin, tilted his head to look at Song Yan and replied:

"I see that you old guy can't eat grapes and say grape sour."

"Gee."

"More than half a hundred years old, practicing swords for decades but still not becoming a sword immortal, seeing that I am young but I am called a sword immortal by the world, so I am anxious? You are also the city lord of Wushuang City, why are you so small-bellied and competitive? Don't let a beauty like Uncle Yin be a city lord, I see that your brain is not good, if I were to find a piece of tofu to kill you, so as not to stay in the world and lose people's attention. With a city lord like you in Wushuang City, it's really eight lifetimes of blood mold..." Listening

to his continuous mockery and ridicule, Song Yanhui's face turned blue and white, and finally the qi and blood surged up, and the green tendons of qi burst out, and his face was red.

"Shut up, shut up!"

"I'd rather see what qualifications you junior has to be worthy of this sword immortal!"

Boom!

He pulled out the sword at his waist, the sword body was only half-cut, but there was a good sword qi lingering.

"A sword cuts off the water, and a thousand rivers are cut off, that is the water-breaking sword that was cut off by my master?"

Su Han said with interest.

He flicked the Huang Lu sword body in his hand, listened to the sword groan emitted by the sword body, and said lightly:

"Since my master cut off your sword head, then I, as an apprentice, naturally cannot lag behind, and I will cut you off again today."

When Song Yan heard back, she became more and more angry.

"What a big breath! Even if you comprehend the peerless sword intent and the sword technique is good, but the realm is just a Xuan, I want to see how you can cut off my broken water."

Although his tone was not small, he did not dare to snub in his heart.

After all, the sword that Su Han killed Wushuang just now still made him a little scared.

"Look at the sword!"

Song Yan swung his sword back and cut out.

"Boom!"

With the sound of rumbling water, the flowing water sword turned into a river, roaring and smashing towards Su Han like a torrent.

A flash of disdain flashed under Su Han's eyes, and he said lightly:

"A stream-sized sword intent, you also dare to call yourself Jiang Hai?"

"How can the light of rice compete with Haoyue?"

A sword in his hand slashed out.

"Zheng-"

accompanied by an extremely brilliant sword light.

Countless sword qi emanated from Su Han's body, scattering and splashing like a huge amount of water vapor generated by a huge waterfall smashing on the surface of the water, and countless sword qi condensed into a majestic river of sword qi, snow-white and flawless, like a galaxy hanging upside down.

Song Yanhui's flowing water sword intent was like the difference between an unknown stream and the Guangling River in front of Su Han Xiaocheng's big river sword intent, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

"Extinguish!"

Su Han spoke calmly, and the yellow sword in his hand fell.

"Boom!"

In Song Yan's incredulous gaze.

That long river of sword qi condensed by thousands of sword qi easily crushed his flowing water sword intent, wrapped in the mighty power of heaven and earth, and swept towards him, unable to avoid it.

Can only carry the sword and resist hard.

As a result, he was slashed back by a sword for more than ten zhang, and a huge depression appeared on the ground between the two like a dry riverbed.

This is still under the premise that he is a big realm higher than the other party, if it is the same realm, there is no doubt that he will be killed in an instant.

"Huhuhu..." Song

Yan, who blocked a sword, gasped back, and looked at the white-clothed boy who looked calmly on the opposite side with a jealous face.

For the first time, he understood what it means to be invincible in the same realm.

What a monster beyond common sense.

"City Lord Song, come and go without being polite, you will also take my sword."

Su Han said, the yellow sword wrapped around the snow-white sword light, and a sword was handed out.

A snow-white Haoran sword qi was like a white horse passing through the gap, fast as thunder and lightning, floating like a dragon, and instantly came to Song Yanhui.

Feeling the fierceness of that sword qi, Song Yanhui did not dare to underestimate it, held the Broken Water Sword with both hands, and slashed it down suddenly.

"Bang!"

The two sword qi violently collided together!

Layers of air waves rolling.

"Boom!"

There was a violent popping sound in the air.

The sky also emitted a roar due to the collision of two powerful sword qi, thunder flashed, and hurricanes roared.

After a sword.

The ground on which the two were located had been ploughed one layer flat.

"Zheng."

Hearing that subtle crisp cracking sound, Song Yan looked back at the sword body, and a small crack appeared on the body of the most of the sword of the Broken Water Sword, which made his eyes shrink.

Next second.

His hair stood on end.

Without thinking, he pulled back.

"Boom!"

The sword flashed.

A huge rift was cut through the place where he was originally located.

Before Song Yanhui, who could retreat to the rear, breathed a sigh of relief, a white shadow like a tarsal maggot, as if teleporting, instantly appeared in front of him.

A sword slashed.

Song Yanhui hurriedly collected his sword to resist.

"Boom!"

The two blades collided.

A circle of qi waves spread, and the trees within a radius of tens of meters were cut off in unison.