Bah...bah bah bah...

Nangong Sheng occupies the first place, and the long sword in his hand falls like a sword curtain. Xuan Yue, who is at a disadvantage, passively defends because she has exhausted her strength. However, she relies on her seven-star steps to continuously dodge. If she cannot dodge, she will raise her sword to block it.

Although he was in a terrible state, his momentum was not weak at all.

"What's wrong? Do you only have this little strength? Huh? If that's all you have, then you'd better die early!" Nangong Sheng slashed and stabbed crazily, with traces of anger, wiping out the former genius.

The boy became more and more unreasonable and unable to control himself.

For some reason, Nangong Sheng couldn't help but feel angry when he saw Xuan Yue's eyes as calm as ever, as calm as lake water. He had seen any kind of look, jealousy, hatred, envy, disdain, disgust, etc.

I have seen admiration, despair and even helplessness and longing.

However, this person is completely different. He doesn't have those pleading eyes, doesn't have those extravagant expectations, and doesn't have that strange look of jealousy or envy.

Looking at him with his eyes, I felt as if I had become an ordinary person, without the slightest difference!

Looking at Xuan Yue who was constantly being repelled by him, and looking at the sword marks on his body, although they were not fatal and did not affect his actions, Nangong Sheng was happy, very happy, as if he was playing with a beloved toy, crazy

Smiling sinisterly.

"Why don't you fight back? Fight back! Fight back for me!" Nangong Sheng didn't relax at all. The long sword in his hand was also an elite weapon. It was the one that his father gave him when he left. It was also close to Xuan Bing.

It is a sharp weapon, so he is not afraid of the Qingyao Sword in Xuan Yue's hand at all.

However, Nangong Sheng did not notice that the fighting style he used had deviated from the scope of swordsmanship and had become like a street gangster holding a watermelon knife and slashing randomly. Yes, it was just slashing randomly, without any rules.

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The strong pressure forced Xuan Yue to sweat profusely. Different from the sword skills in the early days, there was no trace of the unorganized sword swing. Although it was not as deadly as the sword skills, it was still difficult to avoid and difficult to avoid.

Block.

Under such circumstances, the wounds on Xuan Yue's body continued to increase. Countless sword marks were left on her arms, back, back, and chest. The sword with Xuan Qi would tear the wounds.

It stayed on the wound, causing indescribable severe pain. But Xuan Yue did not howl in pain, nor did she look ferocious, and she was still as calm as a lake and as calm as a mountain peak.

The so-called heart is like ice and you will not be shocked if the sky falls. This is nothing more than this.

"Bastard! Stinky bastard! Damn bastard! Why don't you fight back!? I want you to die! Die, die, die! Die!" Nangong Sheng's face has gradually become bloodshot, like a dying person, but it is not like this.

, this is an expression that can also appear when one is extremely excited.

Just like the flush that occurs when a person reaches the climax of sexual intercourse, this feeling of being brutally mauled by a deadly enemy is even more exciting!

Xuan Yue is not without the ability to fight back, he does, but he only has one chance, because the profound energy and physical strength in his body are completely unable to reach the level of fighting with others. He is waiting, waiting for someone who can repel him or even kill him.

Chance to kill!

Nangong Sheng's madness far exceeded Xuan Yue's imagination. His seemingly endless physical strength and unscrupulous squandering of profound energy had flattened a section of the surrounding city walls. On the 30th day of Xuan Yue's battle with Nangong Sheng,

No one dares to get close within 1 meter.

Nangong Sheng, who was almost possessed by a demon, didn't care about anyone at all. He only had the idea of ​​killing Xuan Yue. He squandered this Xuan Qi without any scruples, splitting several soldiers of the Yuetian Principality who passed by him in half.

, some who were not dead kept ### on the ground until the defenders killed them with crossbows.

Now Nangong Sheng has reached the point where he cannot recognize his relatives. This kind of madness has gone beyond human imagination and beyond ordinary people's thinking. If Nangong Sheng does not kill Xuan Yue now or in the future, then Xuan Yue will become his inner demon, and he will

Your cultivation will never improve!

Xuan Yue kept resisting and pushed back Nangong Sheng's sword, which was like a machete chopping wood. However, his heart slowly became silent and he felt the mournful cry of the sword.

Yes, it is a cry. A magical weapon has its own pride and its own glory. Some powerful mysterious weapons can even choose their own masters. Just like the holder does not know the sword, does not understand the sword, and will not know how to use it.

If they take good care of the sword, they would rather keep it covered in dust than let it be used.

At this moment, Xuan Yue felt the mournful cry of the sword. When she was practicing the Dugu Nine Swords, she had these strange words in the last chapter.

"The sword is the gentleman of heaven and earth. If you regard it as a gentleman, you are a gentleman. A non-gentleman can understand it, and a non-gentleman can suddenly realize it. If the person holding the sword does not have the spirit of a gentleman, the courage of a gentleman, the responsibility of a gentleman, the magnanimity of a gentleman, a gentleman will

The benevolence and righteousness of a gentleman, and the virtue of a gentleman. Then the strongest thing he practices can only be called swordsmanship, not the way of swordsmanship! The difference between art and Tao is a word, but there is a world of difference, a gap between gods and men!"

At this moment, Xuan Yue seemed to feel the meaning of this sentence. The sword was mourning, the sword was unfair, and the sword was crying.

Without allowing Xuan Yue to think, Xuan Yue knew that he won this round!

"I use my heart to illuminate the soul of the sword, and I use my blood to judge the Taoist heart. I was born with a sword in this world, and I will live with a sword in this life!" Xuan Yue shouted in a low voice, her voice was low and suppressed, but it revealed an incomprehensible tone.

, an unfeelable aura, a temperament that cannot be described in words suddenly rose from Xuan Yue's body, as if she had changed into a different person, becoming even more elusive.

Buzz...buzz...buzz!

I saw the long sword in Xuan Yue's hand making a buzzing sound, which sounded like excitement, singing, and joy, making people feel its excitement and joy.

Xuan Yue slowly swung the sword, as she usually does when practicing swordsmanship, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and swung the sword out!

In an instant, this piece of spiritual energy seemed to be affected, and it condensed crazily in the long sword in Xuan Yue's hand. The originally blue-white long sword became as dazzling as a golden sword made of gold, as if it was the only one in this world.

The sword thrust out, but it brought forth an aura as powerful as a galloping horse.

In Nangong Sheng's shocked and desperate eyes, he stabbed him.

Nangong Sheng was shocked by this extremely powerful sword, but the sense of crisis that had formed over the years made him involuntarily raise the long sword in his hand to block it, and held it tightly against his chest.

Bang... bang bang...

In an instant, the two swords collided together. The loud noise at first shocked everyone in all directions. Then under Xuan Yue's eyes, the long sword in Nangong Sheng's hand shattered inch by inch and turned into thousands of pieces of irreparable iron.

, Nangong Sheng, who was knocked out of the city wall by the powerful impact and was knocked out of the city wall because of the famous sword to avoid fatal injuries, was gently helped by Nangong Ba.

Looking at this sword that has been following him for decades, Nangong Ba's face was extremely ugly. He used the sword by himself, but it did not prevent him from using the sword. His sword skills were excellent, but his sword skills were also at the level of a master.

Sometimes, there are still things that have to be solved with a sword, which cannot be done with a knife.

And this sword is a sub-mysterious weapon given by the master. It is only one step away from entering the palace and entering the mysterious weapon stage. But it was shattered at this moment. Although Nangong Ba wanted to punish Nangong Sheng severely, but looking at him

He looked so lost, but he couldn't bear to say anything more.

With strong unwillingness, Nangong Ba had to wave his hand to withdraw his troops.

The sound of gongs echoed in the battlefield, and the large number of corpses left by the soldiers of the Yuetian Principality slowly retreated to the camp outside the city.

At this moment, Xuan Yue was still completely unconscious. That shocking sword consumed a lot of his energy. He needed a good rest to slowly recover. The soldiers around him were stunned by the grace of that sword.

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No one can believe that this sword was issued from the hand of a person who has not reached the soul level, and even a strong soul will not have many people with such ability. If Nangong Sheng hadn't blocked it with the famous sword in his hand,

, he will never escape death!

But no one knew that Xuan Yue's sword had no intention of killing him at all. The sword's intention from the beginning was to break the long sword in his hand. The sword soul of the Qingyao Sword in Xuan Yue's hand was in

He awakened the moment he proved his sword heart.

It told Xuan Yue that it would end the suffering of its companions, take away the hope of its companions, and meet a more powerful opponent together.

This is something that few people know. When a sword cultivator understands the sword soul in life, death and enlightenment, then he will move on to the path of absolute strength. This is not only because of the understanding, but also because of the sword soul. In this world

There is an extremely rare growth weapon, which will become stronger as the owner becomes stronger. They will continue to become stronger through fusion, devouring, and leading the conscious mysterious weapons.

Fusion is to inherit the hope of Xuan Bing's consciousness and move towards a stronger and better future together.

Devouring is like an evil cultivator forcibly devouring the consciousness of a mysterious weapon with consciousness. It continuously strengthens itself, but this has a fatal flaw. When the master can suppress the sword soul, he will have great strength, but when the master does not

When it has no ability to suppress, or even has no remaining power to suppress, it will declare war to seize the master, seize the master's body, and become an absolute demon who only knows how to kill evil.

The final leader is the most righteous existence. The sword soul will release its consciousness, allowing its master to master it perfectly, defeating a series of opponents, and attracting some frustrated or unable to accomplish things to his sword soul.

Among swordsmen, they command like a general leading his soldiers. This is the strongest, but it is also the most difficult to improve. After all, no matter how the sword in their hands fails, they will not betray their master easily. This is not what they want.

The problem of becoming stronger is a problem of all Sword Soul principles.

Unless you can kill their master, and kill them in a leapfrogging way, they will follow you, or if you encounter a newly born consciousness like Nangong Sheng's hand, you can also guide them through inducements.
Chapter completed!