"Duckweed sends clear water, and flows east and west with the wind.
We are married, we say goodbye to each other, and we come to avenge the gentleman." "" "What is the meaning of today's ruins?
The vastness is like participating in business.
The dogwood has its own fragrance, not as good as the osmanthus and orchid." "" "Where the sun and the moon are not constant, life suddenly seems like a home.
The sad wind comes into my arms, and my tears fall like dew."
"The hair basket is used to make clothes, and the tailor is elegant and plain."
The sword in Jian Twelve's hand has not moved yet, and the recital corresponding to the sound of the piano is already echoing in everyone's ears.
This sword has not been used yet, but it has already been understood by several people in front of them.
The young man named Kuang Xuan's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Under Yue Izuyun's explanation, he also understood how exquisite and enjoyable the sword art he was about to face would be.
The sword Qiu Shui from Sword Twelve was still vivid in his mind, which had shaken his proud and arrogant killing swordsmanship for many years, so Kuang Xuan himself didn't know whether he could resist the next sword.
"Sword Four Duckweed" Jian Twelve whispered to himself, took a wrong step and leaned back.
He Ming leaned into his right hand, turned his hand to bring the sword, and the sword blade passed through the air, leaving behind a lavender sword shadow.
The sword energy condensed, and the sword shadow became more solid.
With just one move of the sword, Jian Twelve saw that the whole body of Jian Twelve was like ten thousand swords gathering together.
This sword started with great momentum, but as Jian Twelve stopped and put his hands behind his back, the remaining sword shadow behind him shattered like an ice sculpture.
With one step forward, the shattered purple sword shadows scattered across the sky and the earth, and they fell into silence in an instant.
"It's good to have the Twelve Swordsman, but you can't see the next sword style.
Just by relying on this sword duckweed, the Demon Sect's swordsmanship is unique to the Twelve" Dao Wuhen's admiration was unabashed, and his gaze naturally became a little fiery when he looked at Jian Twelve.
"What a sword style in which the momentum and the realm are perfectly integrated," Qin Langge couldn't help but admire, "The sword's heart is used to condense the sword's realm, the sword's realm is used to perform the sword's momentum, and the sword's momentum becomes the sword's heart."
"This sword cannot be broken at all with equal strength, unless someone can surpass Jian Twelve at the same time from all three points of Sword Heart Sword Realm sword power."
Lu Weifang couldn't help but shake his head as he spoke.
This sword was also incomprehensible to him, unless he used the same realm evolution technique to forcibly break the Tao in the sword of Jian Twelve.
But seeing Jian Twelve take action in person, Lu Weifang knew that Jian Twelve's realm was higher than his own, so cracking this sword only existed in his thoughts.
Fallen leaves floating from nowhere in the sky swirled down, but when they landed in front of Baili Village, they seemed to be imprisoned by an unknown force.
The lavender world seemed to be a separate world controlled by Jian Twelve.
Time and space were frozen, so that a fallen leaf was controlled by the rules the moment it entered this world.
Kuang Xuan's right hand trembled more and more obviously, and the dagger in his hand became heavier.
Each change of move seemed to require ten times the effort of the previous one.
More importantly, the weight of the dagger in his hand was still increasing at a clearly measurable rate.
In an instant, Kuang Xuan seemed to feel the sword technique of Jian Twelve, and he also clearly understood the true power of the sword in front of him.
One breath, or half breath Kuang Xuanming understood the way of Jian Twelve, and also saw the sword in Jian Twelve's hand.
The darkness is like a netherworld sharp blade, passing through the eyes with a lavender afterimage.
Kuang Xuan felt death and understood that he had reached the boundary between life and death.
Lightning flashes, the winner is decided The world returned to calm, Jian Twelve retracted his sword and turned around, but within a moment he appeared in front of Xu Yinyin.
The look between his brows and eyes was as warm as water, as if the life and death that had just been brought about by one sword were not caused by Jian Twelve.
"Yinyin, I win."
Xu Yinyin said nothing, the tenderness in her eyes could not be hidden, she raised her head and smiled softly, then she ignored the gazes around her and got into Jian Twelve's arms.
The sound of falling to the ground was heard, and Jian Twelve turned around to look at his opponent not long ago.
"His eyes are very good."
Jian Twelve smiled and praised, "I had eyes like that a long time ago."
"When?"
Xu Yinyin raised her head and looked at Jian Twelve and asked.
Jian Twelve thought seriously: "Maybe, it was when I was fifteen years old."
This sentence is hurtful, but it is the truth, and the truth always hurts.
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The sound of the piano disappeared, and the moon rose above the clouds and the piano fell to the ground, making no sound.
"Twelve, congratulations, you are one step closer to the Heavenly Ranking."
Yue Izuyun smiled sincerely.
Hearing Yue Izuyun's voice, Jian Twelve immediately turned around, and Xu Yinyin finally realized that there were other people around, and her side face was unconsciously stained with a bit of blush.
Jian Twelve shook his head seriously.
Asked: "Brother Yue, what state have you entered now?"
Yue Izuyun smiled and said nothing, but saw the eyes of several people around him turning to him at the same time.
"What Twelve said is right, I almost forgot, you are the most terrifying one.
Did you expect Twelve's sword just now?"
Luo Qinghuan asked with a surprised look on his face.
"I just had some insights.
I didn't fully expect the true power of Twelve's sword Duckweed."
Yue Izuyun shook his head.
"It doesn't matter whether you can fully predict it, what's important is whether you can predict it.
If you can see the essence of Twelve's sword before Twelve strikes it, Brother Yue, your realm at this moment is naturally higher than Twelve's sword just now.
The realm you possess," Qin Langge said seriously.
Yue Izuyun still smiled, but did not answer, but said: "When you understand this state, you will naturally understand.
I tell you now, although you can understand, what you understand is the path I am walking, which is harmful.
Useless.”
Dao Wuhen nodded silently: "How does it compare to the rumored Wen Renyi?"
Yue Izuyun shook his head: "I don't know, maybe she reached such a state earlier than me.
Let's not talk about this first, Wuhen, now one of the four competitions has been carried out.
If we don't take action, our opponent will But it’s time to go back for lunch.”
Dao Wuhen and Qin Langge turned back at the same time, staring sharply at their opponents.
The sword technique of Sword Twelve has been displayed in front of everyone, and no one can understand the sword duckweed.
Naturally, the three of them can also think of the questions Qin Langge and others asked when they talked about Yue Chuyun.
Sword Twelve is already like this.
How elegant will Qin Langge and Dao Wuhen, who are equally famous as Sword Twelve, be in action?
Except for the unknown young man in white, the other three members of the Yongye tribe are basically about the same strength.
Kuang Xuan has already died under the twelve swords, and the outcome of the next life and death battle can be known without even thinking about it.
The difference in strength is too big.
If we take action, we will definitely die.
So Jian Twelve put away his sword and returned, and the three people on the opposite side already had the intention of retreating.
Except for the young man in white, the other two had even taken several steps back.
Dao Wuhen's eyes were slightly cold: "Twelve has finished, the one with the knife over there, now it's your turn."
Tsuki Izumo looked at the two people opposite who had no intention of fighting with interest, stretched out his right hand, and a dark light flashed through the sapphire-flow instrument behind him.
The cyan sword hilt is like a flying swallow returning to its nest, and the jet black sword body is completely natural.
When he turns his hand and swings the sword, he sees a dark figure that is no different from Yue Izumo behind him.
"Now that you are here, why bother leaving in such a hurry?
Yongye is very far away from Yangzhou.
How about you three staying in Yangzhou?"
As the voice fell, Yue Izuyun, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, slowly dissipated.
The young man in white turned around in shock.
One man and one sword, white hair and red clothes.
Yue Izumo smiled warmly.
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This smile fell into the eyes of everyone present, but only four words could be seen.
Determined to kill: