Throughout the ages, there are many kinds of sword intent in the world, as are the stars in the sky. Although the sword intent of life and death is not the most dazzling sun and moon, it is still much stronger than the light of the rice grains in the mouth of the sour and corrupt Wenru. The black-clothed body, which was rushing with the wind, moved with the sword, and the two swords of Yuehong Cave were handed out one after another in hand, one after another, and repeated tirelessly, until the thousands of swords that were brought out of the grand view gathered into one move. The black and white sword intent ebbed and fell, and the white-clothed hand held Chun Jun and retreated again and again without showing any embarrassment.

Nangong Congyun, blessed by the true art of the Gangbang Shenxiao, was hard to invade. The pure jun in his hand was like the figure in black, repeatedly wielding the Shenxiao sword intent to break through the black and white waves in front of him. Nangong Congyun's hand was equally relaxed in the center.

In the eyes of others, Chang Xi, who was like a mad demon, suppressed him so hard that he could not fight back. In fact, he was constantly using the Shenxiao sword intent to constantly eliminate the sword intent of life and death. The difference in realm and cultivation between the two is apart. Only a few drops of spiritual liquid in the golden elixir in Nangong Congyun's body is enough to store half of the spiritual power compared to Chang Xi's. Chang Xi's reckless opening and closing attack for a long time, Nangong Congyun is sure that Chang Xi's spiritual power has been gone for five or six times. He only uses Shenxiao sword intent to protect his body, and he uses a few skillful skills to make a thousand pounds of effort to deceive a lot of Chang Xi's spiritual power. At present, he has consumed less than 20% of the spiritual power. It is obvious which is better.

However, the unexpected sharpness of the sword of Life and Death and the strength of Chang Xi's sword slashing made his palms numb. The sword of Life and Death cannot be understood by the sword of Life and Death. It is hard for Nangong Congyun to imagine how such a junior disciple who had just entered the Golden Pill Realm polished out such a profound sword intent in such a short time. The latter's powerful force made him feel a little painful, and he couldn't help but use the Shenxiao Power with all his strength. Seeing Chang Xi's sword recoiling regardless of the force, a faint golden blood flowed out of the shattered tiger's mouth and was sprinkled into the snow by his hands, spreading and scattering scary marks in the snow.

The sound of the sword attacking in front of him was endless. Nangong Congyun avoided the side attack of the expected golden eagle again, and retreated backward like a walk under his feet, but a strange feeling was faintly felt. At the beginning, retreating under Chang Xi's crazy attack was the most correct and labor-saving choice, but as the number of steps backwards increased, there was cold sweat on Nangong Congyun's forehead. He actually found that the trajectory of his retreating pace gradually became traceable from the beginning of irregularity. He suddenly looked at the golden eagle that was waiting for an opportunity to move dozens of feet away. The abrupt actions of the eagle that had forced him to change direction without any warning were suddenly clear at this moment. Nangong Congyun, whose heart was beating in his heart, looked up and shouted.

"you!"

The corner of the sword master's mouth was reflected beside the Yuehong Bingliang Sword, "Senior Brother, be careful, wait for the last stroke of the junior brother to finish drawing this last stroke." Chang Xi's feet were twisted unnaturally in the snow, and a strange-looking trace was added to the snow. Nangong Congyun naturally would not let Chang Xi succeed, but the life and death sword intent that only lost quantity but not quality had already achieved great success. Even Shenxiao sword intent could not break the killing formation that the junior brother who was deliberately showing weakness in a short period of time.

The black gold floating platform located at a high place overlooked the entire martial arts field. Shen Tu Lie, whose disciples were eliminated, stood up suddenly. Even the white beard hanging on his chest was torn off a few pieces and said excitedly: "Is this kid Chang Xi actually a genius in the sword formation?"

The masters of each peak have a vicious vision, but they are not inferior to Senior Brother Shen Tu. The hideous pattern drawn with golden blood in the center of the martial arts field was very similar to the sword formation. Even if they were so far away, they could feel the strong sword intent fluctuations on the pattern. If this formation could be launched smoothly, the outcome would still be difficult to determine.

The palm and eyes of Qinglan, the head teacher who looked unfavorable by his face suddenly shrank, and he immediately said, "That's not a sword formation."

Shen Tu Lie glared at the bronze bell's eyes and said, "If it's not the sword formation, what can it be?"

Qinglan looked at the hideous pattern dozens of feet long and wide in the snow and spoke slowly.

"That's the sword talisman."

No one has ever been able to draw talismans with blood in the snow dozens of feet wide, and no one can be so bold that they can divide most of the spiritual consciousness and mental weapons into dangerous moves in the fight for life. However, Chang Xi did it, and the perfect spiritual consciousness strength of the Jindan realm was very useful at this moment. He sprinkled golden blood all the way to draw talismans and handed out thousands of swords with all his strength. His eyes were already blurred, but he only shook his body slightly and stabilized again.

As the proud inner gate of Qingyun Peak, Nangong Congyun could easily escape Chang Xi's thoughts? However, at this time, Chang Xi had abandoned the sword with both hands, and the little Vajra who had practiced to the fullest was prominent. The golden dragon shadow plated with hazy ink behind the black suit was entrenched high, and it crashed into Nangong Congyun's arms with the momentum of rushing to the city. The sharp Shenxiao sword intent in front of Nangong Congyun was as small as a mayfly, and it actually pierced the sound of gold and iron on Chang Xi's body. The golden blood fog exploded, and the fierce black suit ignored it and pushed out with his palms while gritting his teeth.

Finally, he knew how Chen Yan felt yesterday. Nangong Congyun felt that his abdomen was hit by a mountain. He was not good at such a close-up savage battle. The Shenxiao power, which had always been invincible, was slapped by his palms that were much larger than 100,000 pounds. Nangong Congyun bent down and was knocked out by a human-shaped beast in black and was knocked out more than ten feet away before he could barely stop. He was knocked by brute force and his jade crown was raised with his hair, and several strands of hair were hanging down. Nangong Congyun finally stopped playing with a cat and a cat, but found that his junior brother, who was like a vinca, had retreated dozens of feet away.

The junior brother stretched out his hand with flesh-blown flesh, and rubbed his fingers with blood.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Nangong Congyun felt that his heart was trembling with discomfort, as if he was held in the palm of his hand by an invisible big hand. Influenced by his mood, the flow of the Shenxiao True Art in his body began to appear a little obscure. With his experience, it is not difficult to see that this is a certain formation, but he is not clear about what formation it is. He roared silently in his heart: What kind of monster can draw such a large formation in the fight between life and death?!

The sword talisman covering an area of ​​dozens of feet is Chang Xi's most familiar talisman. Although the size and power of the sword talisman are not directly related to the power, the golden dragon blood that is used to draw patterns on the field is a real deal, and its power is even enough to be the sum of the talisman used to fight against Rasheng in the Mangshan Mausoleum.

The power of the three conjunction blades that integrate the artistic conception of life and death is far greater than that of Chang Xi's previous attack. Nangong Congyun had to fight with him with 120,000 points. Yuehong, Dongyou, and Red Shadow three swords were in line with the sword intent in the conjunction blade. In the conjunction blade talisman, it was like a fish entering the water. The power of the three conjunction blades and the three swords was definitely not as simple as adding up. Although it would not make Nangong Congyun lose, it was enough to make him anxious.

Shenxiao's sword energy swept out his sleeve and defeated a convoy blade. Nangong Congyun's attack did not pursue the remaining two convoy sword energy, but instead moved far away under his feet. No one was a fool to cultivate to the level of half a step of the Nascent Soul. He also knew that fighting the enemy in the formation was half a result with twice the result. A distance of dozens of feet was only a blink of an eye for him. As long as he broke through the formation cage, he could take the initiative back into his hand.
Chapter completed!