Sword Stirs the World

When high-level fighters fight, they pay attention to mental momentum. Once this momentum has fallen, it will be even more difficult to turn it back.

Because everyone's martial arts skills have been perfected, and it is almost impossible to make mistakes. The one who has the advantage will try his best to expand the advantage a little bit, while the one who has lost can only take a risk between a complete failure and a victory in defeat.

Ding Chunyu is determined to fight more and more bravely, constantly expanding his advantage, while duanmuqi, the Black Ghost snake master, is famous, but he can only support him, waiting for his opponent to make mistakes.

The disciples of Tianji hall were so brave, which was unexpected before they started.

Duanmuqi stepped back four steps in a row. His arms turned into black fog, trying to block the attack of the other side, but he was constantly crushed by the light of the knife, and it was hard to solidify.

From the beginning, he miscalculated and used the strange field power of atomizing his arms. Although the means were strange, he was just restrained by Ding Chunyu's Dao mang. When the two fields were intertwined, he was better with the sharp Dao mang.

Duanmuqi expended a lot of physical strength to resist the blade awn with black fog.

Finally, Duanmu Qi lost his guard for a long time, and was suddenly cut off by the sharp sword.

Right now! Ding Chunyu tries his best to win the battle.

It's late, it's fast! From Duan Muqi's back, a bright sword light came out, just against the sharp edge of the blade.

Ding! All they heard was a light and crisp sound, which was just like the sound of a zither, pure and high, but not like the sound of swords.

Ding Chunyu's eyes were wide open, and he gave a big drink. He forced all the true Qi into the blade, and the edge of the front blade rose again.

And the light of the sword, which protruded from the Tathagata, was sharper, sharper and sharper than his blade. It was like the tip of a needle against the awn of wheat. The force of the two fields turned into the sharpest cutting force in the world and collided with each other again.

Ding Chunyu couldn't help humming, and the color of blood on his face flashed away.

His opponent was not supposed to be the master of the sword spirit, and his sword sense field had reached the limit, but his opponent was waiting for work and suddenly stabbed.

Ding Chunyu didn't really step into the secret realm of supernatural power, but just stepped out of the cultivation field with the intention of Dao.

In an instant, his sword was broken, and he was defeated by the light of the sword.

The black evil spirit snake Zun duanmuqi escaped from death. He suddenly felt that his opponent's gas engine had a little disorder. He didn't have time to think about it. He was completely by instinct. His palms flew and blew out a black fog.

Bang! Everyone heard clearly. Duanmuqi's arms turned into the black fog, which suddenly turned the void into reality, and hit Ding Chunyu's chest.

The blow was so fierce that it flew the young man into the hall.

Mo qingti was startled and was about to take out his hand. A gray shadow passed by him and caught Ding Chunyu flying backwards.

It turned out to be the grey robed Taoist of Wudang school!

As soon as he catches Ding Chunyu, he immediately moves his fingers as fast as he can. He points the other side's more than ten acupoints in a row to help his luck activate blood circulation and release duanmuqi's internal strength out of the body.

"Shameless! Do you want to be shameless? " Mo qingti cried angrily.

"Two against one, of course they are shameless!" One of the great heroes nearby angrily said.

Just now the swords and swords hit each other. It happened too fast, and Ding Chunyu also lost too fast. People didn't see the owner of the sword until then.

Behind duanmuqi stood a 13-4-year-old child. He was short and unsightly. He was dressed luxuriantly. Although he was smiling on his face, his eyes showed an unbridled and cruel light.

"One by one! He was defeated when he took my sword The child said with a smile.

His voice was a little sharp, and his high voice was very uncomfortable to hear.

"Fart! It's shameful of you to interfere with people's martial arts competition! " Cried the great man of the world who sat beside Mo qingti.

"Hee hee! They are children! I don't understand your manners! " The Huafu child took the initiative to step forward two steps and said with a smile.

The great man in the river and lake was very hot tempered. When he heard this, he suddenly burst out and said angrily, "spicy mom! You son of a bitch! What a wonderful child

Before the words were heard, the smile on the child's face suddenly solidified. He raised his hand fiercely, and another sword shot out.

The light of the sword came so fast that the great master of the river and the lake didn't have time to react. He was pierced by a sword and fell down on the spot, covering his neck.

The hall on the first floor was in chaos.

Who could have thought that the child's hand was so strange and fierce, and that they really dared to kill in public!

"Just because I'm young doesn't mean I have to reason with you! And I'm not against anyone, because in front of my Heaven Sword sect, all of you here are rubbish! "

This child, who was named Zeng Wenyu by himself, was extremely arrogant and arrogant.

And the whole hero building, when he announced the name of the sky sword sect, suddenly became completely quiet.

In today's capital, who doesn't know the saying "immortal comes from the sea and points to the sky with a sword"?

All they know is that Yang Weiyuan, the proud son of Yang family, is a member of the Heaven Sword sect from overseas Fairy Island. Unexpectedly, the child in front of him is also a disciple of the Heaven Sword sect.

At this time, in the corner of the second floor, the little eunuch Muzi suddenly exclaimed, "it's him, Zeng Wenyu! It was he who hurt Zeng Changgong! "

The sharp voice of the little eunuch reverberated in the hero building, which made many people tremble. It turned out that the child in the lobby was the grandson of Zeng Changgong in the East Hall, and also the unfilial grandson who stabbed Zeng Changgong with a sword.

"After all this trouble, why didn't Shen get out? Scared? Or did you run? It's so boring to have such a group of local chickens and dogs left Zeng Wenyu sneered bitterly.

"Tell Shen for me. Don't even think about such a thing as Marquis Feng! Otherwise my sword won't have eyes! " Zeng Wenyu read aloud.

It's obviously childish, but it's very harsh to hear people's ears.