"In addition, I want to thank you for your hard work, I believe that no one will know that you were killed by me tomorrow."
Senior Uncle Zuo smiled and said: "This is the peak of Sword Peak, even if it is the Breaking Sea Realm, I don't know what is going on here if I don't specifically use my sword sense to check it." ”"If you don't want people to know what happened tonight, then first you have to make sure you can kill me."
After saying this, Zhao Layue waved her hand, and a cyan sword light came out of her sleeve and flew at high speed in front of the cliff.The green sword was extremely agile and extremely fast, weaving into a pale cyan light curtain, which seemed to be impermeable.Looking at this scene, Uncle Zuo praised and said: "It's amazing that you are almost about to complete your promise." ”In the night, Jing Jiu also nodded, in addition to the realm shown by Zhao Layue, he appreciated her technique more.- Since there is no chance of sneak attack, it is better to summon the sword in advance and do a good defense.It's a pity that Zhao Layue's realm is too different from the other party, even if she keeps it, she can't keep it.Jing Jiu quickly came to the conclusion that Zhao Layue would definitely die tonight, unless something variabled happened.The sword intent at the top of Yunxing Peak is chaotic, the night is deep, and the breath is ever-changing, but the only variable is ......
It's himself."
I can't beat it......"
Jing Jiu sighed in his heart.His current realm is even lower, and there is no way to help the other party, unless the man in gray does not move.But who will stand still, waiting for you to reach out?
Jing Jiu glanced at his bracelet and thought to himself, what else could he do?
At this time, the battle began.There is really no suspense about the outcome of this battle, and it can even be said to be a one-sided injury.The night wind broke suddenly, the rolling clouds were slightly chaotic, and a gray and simple flying sword instantly crossed a distance of more than 100 zhang and came to the front of the cliff.An extremely dense and slight sound of flying swords colliding sounded.On the light curtain woven by the small cyan sword, dozens of sparks appeared almost simultaneously.Jing Jiu could see clearly that those seemingly faint sparks actually contained the power of thunder and lightning, and had an extremely terrifying impact.Bihu Peak's Bafang Sword Technique is still so domineering.A moment later, the light curtain woven by the small cyan sword was easily torn apart by the Hidden Thunder Sword.The small cyan sword fell to the ground like scrap metal.Zhao Layue sat cross-legged in the cave in the wall, unable to dodge at all.With a few muffled sounds, the gray and rustic flying sword stabbed her body continuously and flew back, leaving seven blood holes.The seven blood holes ran through her body, and blood kept flowing, and the picture looked very cruel.Zhao Layue's face was snow-white, leaning against the cliff, the corners of her lips were overflowing with blood, and her eyes were faint.The battle of kendo has always been so decisive and simple, it only takes an instant to distinguish the winner from the loser, until life and death.The truth that the strong are always strong is extremely obvious in the battle between the flying swords, even cruel.On the side with a lower realm, your sword will never be able to reach your opponent, so how can you defeat your opponent?"
What else do you want to say in the end?"
Uncle Zuo walked slowly to the cliff, looked at Zhao Layue and said expressionlessly.This is not the victor's play and humiliation of the weak before they die.If he wanted to, Zhao Layue would have died at this time.It's just that the forces behind him want to know what Zhao Layue wants to check and how much he has already found.The most important thing is that she investigated who instructed this matter, Qingrong Peak or Tianguang Peak?
When a man is about to die, he believes his word.He hoped to be able to get some valuable information.Zhao Layue raised her head, looked at him and said, "What I want to say is that you shouldn't be so close to me. ”As she began to speak, a mutation struck.The bracelet on her wrist suddenly turned into a silver light, breaking through the air like a snake, instantly becoming longer, and turning into a sword rope that bound Uncle Zuo's body!
With a snorting sound, several cracks appeared on Senior Uncle Zuo's gray sword robe."
You want to survive with this thing?"
Uncle Zuo looked at her and said indifferently.The gray, rustic flying sword reappeared, slashing at the sword.There was a snap.Where the gray flying sword and the sword rope intersected, a fist-sized ball of thunder and fire erupted.However, the sword rope was not interrupted as he had imagined.Uncle Zuo's expression changed slightly, and he wondered what was going on?
The sword rope tightened and sank into his body, and in an instant, blood spilled out.Uncle Zuo snorted bitterly, and his anger was abnormal.When the outer disciples of the Qingshan Sect were cruising around the four fields, they would often carry swords and ropes with them to help them chase down demon beasts and subdue their opponents.Those swords were just the most ordinary magic weapons, and even the lowest-level flying swords were far inferior.Why couldn't his fairy sword cut this sword rope?
What the hell is this?
What exactly is it made of?
In a short period of time, Uncle Zuo thought about a lot of things, and guessed that there was something wrong with this sword rope, which was far less ordinary than it seemed.It can't be said that it is a big man in Jiufeng, and it may even be a talisman given to Zhao Layue by the head of the family!
As soon as he thought of this, Uncle Zuo regretted that he was not careful enough.But he wasn't afraid, and he wasn't worried.Even if the sword rope is a treasure, but Zhao Layue's realm is too low and he is seriously injured, how can he change the final outcome?"
Do you think this will kill me?"
He stared at Zhao Layue's eyes, unconcealing his anger and killing intent.The gray, rustic flying sword flew back in front of him and was swallowed by him in one gulp.The sword pill vibrated greatly, and countless sword intents shot out from his body, like a real small sword, blocking the shrinking sword rope.The clouds spread out a small line, and the starlight fell on Zhao Layue's body.Her messy short hair and face were covered in blood, but not hideous, for her eyes were still so calm, looking like a young beast ready to make a final effort.The flying sword was abolished, the sword rope was blocked, what should I do next?
Zhao Layue punched.She uses the introductory boxing technique.That is, the boxing techniques that those outer disciples of Nansong Pavilion practiced hard in the pine every day.This kind of boxing method is very ordinary, and it is only used to help the outer disciples to train in the realm of etiquette.No one would have thought that this kind of punch would appear in a fight between two sword masters.There's nothing special about her punches, just pretty standard, exactly like the villains on the page.Because it's standard, it's accurate.More than ten fists fell on Uncle Zuo's body like a torrential rain.Zhao Layue's fist was small, but it was hard.Even the body of a powerhouse in the Wuzhang Realm that has been washed by Jian Gang can't fully bear it.In the muffled sound, there were more than ten more sinks on the gray robe.Uncle Zuo spurted out a mouthful of blood.Zhao Layue's wrist flicked, the sword rope went around his neck, pulled him to the cliff, and the legs that had been crossed kicked out like lightning, hitting the opponent's back.Uncle Zuo spurted out a mouthful of blood again.Zhao Layue kicked his back with both legs and fell backwards, the sword rope in his hand was pulled straight.She wanted to use the strength of her body to cut off his head.The sword rope trembled violently, moving slowly on Uncle Zuo's body, making a piercing grinding sound."
It's really worthy of Zhao Layue, but this can't kill me."
Uncle Zuo gasped and said.The gray flying sword blocked the sword cord around his neck.was actually forced to such an embarrassing extent by a junior who was a lower realm, which made him very angry.But as he said, just like this, Zhao Layue couldn't kill him.The gap between realms is overwhelmingly unbridged by courage, resourcefulness, and other things.Blood kept flowing out of Zhao Layue's body, and because of the exertion, the flow rate was even more rapid than before.Her face became whiter and paler, and her eyes became lighter and lighter.She knew that the moment she could no longer hold the sword was the moment of death.At this time, the clouds at the summit dispersed a little, and the starlight fell.Uncle Zuo looked at the scene in front of him and was suddenly stunned.Even though the sword cord was around his neck, his gaze was firmly drawn.A man appeared in front of him at some point.A young man in white.………… At the moment of life and death, he will still be attracted to the eye, naturally not because the young man in white is too beautiful.He just couldn't figure out how this young man in white appeared.Uncle Zuo was surprised, dazed, and even a little flustered.Before he wounded the eagle, he had looked around to make sure there was no one.In the conversations and battles that followed, he also made sure that there was no sound around the summit—breathing, heartbeat, and naturally no footsteps.The young man in white seemed to appear out of thin air, and he seemed to be standing here all along.The question is, if he has been standing here on the cliff, why hasn't he seen it?
Not even a hint of alertness?
Being able to completely hide his sense of existence between heaven and earth, is the other party a strong man in the wilderness?
No, even the powerhouses of the Wild Realm can't do that.Could it be that the other party is a ghost?
In a very short period of time, Uncle Zuo thought about many things and many possibilities, but he couldn't think of answers.Jing Jiu didn't give him more time to think and raised his hand.Uncle Zuo felt a great danger, his pupils shrank sharply, and he wanted to leave, but he was locked by the sword rope and the legs behind him.Jing Jiu's hand fell on Uncle Zuo's neck.The sound of friction was unpleasant, harsh, and sparks were flying, which was extremely beautiful.The whole process is very short.Uncle Zuo's screams and friction stopped abruptly.There was a soft snap.Uncle Zuo's head fell like a ripe fruit.Zhao Layue's face was exposed, and her eyes were also exposed, still as black and white.Blood gushed out from the neck cavity of the decapitated corpse, like a ceremonial flower in a grand ceremony, like a waterfall facing the sky.Across the sky with red and bright blood flowers, the two looked at each other.………… (After writing this verse, I was stunned and remorseful......
This should be written as their first meeting, why did I let Jing Jiu jump directly in front of Zhao Layue because of my bad taste, and showed up once......
Okay, that's still meaningful, but it's a real pleasure to write, and everyone remember to vote for it. ）()