Nightfall Chapter 130: Iron sword please cry

It's too early, the morning light is faint, the field in front of the green hills is filled with mist, the light is dim, and the dew on the grass blades reflects the light in the environment, like black pearls.

There are five swords stuck in the field. It was the sword that the second senior brother snatched from the sword pavilion yesterday. He did not stand in front of the five-handed sword like yesterday, but walked around.

The Battle of Qingxia lasted a whole day. Instead of taking a step back, he took a step forward.

In the depths of the mist, there was a sudden stop of drinking.

"Liang Xiang from Mount Sanqing came to learn!"

Sanqing Mountain is a famous place in the southeast, and it is a large Taoist monastery. It’s just that Lanke Temple has been too famous over the years, so in comparison, there are some unknown people, in fact, there are many strong people in the school.

Liang Xiang is the young disciple with the highest talent and highest level in Sanqing Mountain. He is deeply loved by the elders of the sect. Even Xiling Temple has a lot of attention and is very confident in his own kendo.

After receiving the order from the Temple of Xiling last night, he did not look as sad as other practitioners. On the contrary, he was very excited. He wanted to see if the second master of the college could take his own sword.

So his voice is very confident and very proud.

Along with this sound, a flying sword with radiant brilliance, with a sharp and narrow blade, pierced the air and mist easily like a feather arrow, and whizzed.

The second brother looked at the depths of the mist without any emotion. He did not glance at the flying sword and stretched out his right hand.

There was a tearing sound in the mist.

It's like countless sheets of paper, torn into countless pieces by powerful fingers.

The aura of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia was torn apart with this sound.

The wisps of vitality dragged by that flying sword broke naturally with the ubiquitous tear.

There was a painful grunt in the fog.

The whistling flying sword suddenly lost control and fell down extremely slowly.

Falling to the hands of the second brother.

The second senior brother held the flying sword and threw it behind him at will.

A sharp flying sword. Deep into the wet wilderness ground.

Stand side by side with the five flying swords last night.

The morning light gradually increased and the mist disappeared suddenly.

The picture between the fields became clear.

A young Taoist priest stood there with empty hands and blood on his chest. Seeing his expression, he was actually frightened and stupefied.

He is the proud Liang Xiang of Sanqingshan.

Two Sanqingshans approached the same door and held his arms to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Liang Xiang woke up at this time, and a strange cry of horror came out in his throat.

Yesterday, I watched Jian Pavilion disciple's flying sword be taken. He was still mocking those people from the Southern Jin Dynasty who did not match their names, but at this moment, he watched his natal sword being snatched away, only to know what it felt like.

How could this happen?

How did the man opposite do it?

Why didn't the Zongmen elder teach it?

The same door dragged Liang Xiang back to the south of the wilderness. He looked at the gloomy sky stupidly and made a few weird howls from time to time. Dao Xin was destroyed by the blow.

The second brother did not notice these details.

He had even forgotten where the proud young Taoist practitioner came from and what was his name.

More and more practitioners appeared in the wilderness, and dozens of military powerhouses who had obviously been immersed in martial arts practice for many years. The common feature of these people was that they did not ride horses, and they all had talisman paper on their bodies. .

Is this how the Xiling Temple responded?

The second brother raised his broad and straight iron sword and pointed it at the densely packed practitioners, holding his left hand behind him.

The people in the academy under the canopy, seeing the action of the brother, knew that this was ordering them not to move.

Since the Xiling Temple has been prepared. Then the sound of the piano and flute does not need to sound for the time being.

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The second practitioner to attack Qingxia was a casual practitioner from Xiaodongshan.

This casual cultivator is a martial artist, and he does not take the usual number of ways. For many years, he has been fighting with ligers in the mountains and improving his cultivation. His realm is already very deep. If he is willing to join the army, whether in the Southern Jin Dynasty or the Song Dynasty. Qi all countries. Can seek the position of a general. It's just that his goal in life is to become the leader of the gods and guards of Xiling Temple, so he has never been out of the mountain. It wasn't until the temple's edict that the whole world defeated Tang before he finally ushered in the chance of life.

As long as they can show their already powerful strength in this war, they will naturally be favored by the temple.

That's what the casual cultivator thought and did.

He raised the heavy knife that slaughtered the ligers in Xiaodongshan, screamed like thunder, kicked out an earth dragon with his feet in the wilderness, and rushed towards Qingxia unstoppably.

The speed of this casual repairer was so fast that even the air was buzzing.

The cultivators in the wilderness just felt that there was a flower in front of them. The San Xiu had already swept in front of the second brother, and the big knife was cut down with endless power!

There is still no expression on the second brother's face.

He raised his broad and straight iron sword and swung it out.

The edge of the armor covering the whole body is exposed with a piece of clothing.

When he swung his sword, the sleeves didn't tremble at all.

Just as Liu Bai explained to his disciples last night, when the second brother swings his sword, he uses the power of heaven and earth instead of his own power, so his movements are very natural.

His actions are natural.

It's like waving a sleeve.

No cloud was rolled up, but the atmosphere in front of Qingxia was swept away.

His arm and iron sword are between the breath of heaven and earth, and then they go away, using heart and not force.

Iron Sword and the big saber met in the air.

The blade that once slashed the lion and the tiger, before the heaven and the earth, was small and fragile like a piece of paper.

Only a click was heard, and the heavy knife shattered into countless pieces.

The Iron Sword continued to move forward, seemingly softly and calmly patted the San Xiu's chest.

There was a loud bang.

The burly body of the loose repairer suddenly flew off the ground into the air, flew several tens of meters away, and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing a deep hole.

After a while, a violent and unwilling roar sounded in the pit.

The casual repairer threw away the hilt in his hand and crawled out of the pit angrily.

Then he fell back into the pit again.

He roared and crawled again.

He fell back into the pit again.

Five times.

The casual repairman finally couldn't climb anymore, and fell to the bottom of the pit in a daze.

Wow.

He began to vomit blood, the blood was black, and some internal organs were even seen inside.

The power of that iron sword actually penetrated into this person's extremely powerful body. It directly shattered his internal organs.

And this San Xiu himself was unaware, until he tried to stand up five times, those vibrations caused the internal organs that were already covered with numerous cracks to crack.

Like that seemingly powerful knife.

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The next attack on Qingxia was not alone.

Not a sword either.

It's more than twenty swords.

More than twenty flying swords from practitioners of various sects from various countries.

In the gloomy sky shrouded in the wilderness, only the sound of the sword was stern, and the sword body was like a rainbow. It became brighter.

These twenty-odd people are all great sword masters in the cave profound realm!

There are not many practitioners in the world, and there are even fewer in the Cave Profound Realm. They are capable of organizing so many great sword masters on a battlefield, only the Great Tang and Xiling Temples.

The scene of more than twenty flying swords whistling and dancing is extremely rare.

Even the big power at the pinnacle of fate. Faced with such an attack, it will also feel very difficult.

Second brother did not find it troublesome, but felt that he only had two hands, which was a little troublesome.

Looking at the twenty or so flying swords that broke through the air, he plunged the iron sword into the soil in front of him, stretched his hands into the air and caught it at will. Because the movements were too fast, he looked a little messy.

Only countless sounds are heard.

More than twenty flying swords were all caught in his hands.

His palm is not big.

I don't know how to hold so many swords.

Those flying swords are held in his hands arbitrarily, like a peacock who is really proud, too proud to be too lazy to dress up, wakes up without incident. It's really messy to open the screen and air the wings for a moment.

Then he threw these flying swords behind him.

Those swords plunged into the damp field.

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The Haotian Daomen dominate the world, and even the sword sage Liu Bai and Shusheng Wang are guest Qings. I do not know how many practitioners are their vassals. This battle of Qingxia is undoubtedly the largest number of practitioners in a century. A battle.

Countless practitioners and coalition powerhouses rushed across the field, attacking Qingxia like the waves, and patted the man standing silently in front of Qingxia, no matter how many companions in front fell. The people behind are still continuing.

This is the successor.

It's just that the successor still cannot move forward. I still can't afford it.

Dozens of arms flew to the sky with blood.

Dozens of bodies were shaken into the distance.

Countless flying swords pierced through the air sternly, and then turned into scrap copper and rotten iron in the hands of that man.

On the field in front of Qingxia yesterday. With tens of thousands of feather arrows inserted, it is an arrow forest.

The vibration of the vitality of the world and the earth triggered by today's battle has already shook those feather arrows into rubble, replacing them with more than a hundred flying swords that are deeply inserted in the wilderness.

Those flying swords have different styles, different breaths, wide and narrow, sharp and blunt.

But when they are inserted into the ground, there is no difference.

It's all so lifeless.

It was a sword forest, more like a sword mound.

The second brother stood in front of the sword mound and occasionally swung the iron sword.

He always stood where he started, without moving a step.

His eyebrows are still flattened, not even for a moment.

He didn't show any shocking surprises. He just waved the iron sword in silence. From the beginning of the first sword to the present, there has been no change in the posture or power of the sword.

He doesn't seem to know what tiredness is. From early morning to noon, every sword is so focused, so he looks so casual, and he feels that even if he wants to kill him, he will not change.

His body was stained with blood. There was no change in the position where the blood dripped over the armor, and the position where it dripped from the edge of the armor did not change. So the field in front of him was smashed into several clear blood pits by the blood.

He was just as meticulous as he was in the past years, both in posture and expression.

Killing meticulously.

The more so, the more frightening and chilling.

The sword intent in the field is gradually dwindling.

Many practitioners were taken over by fear, and subconsciously stopped attacking.

A cry suddenly sounded in the crowd.

I don't know which ascetic sect's ascetic, I was scared to cry.

No one wants to laugh at that person.

Because looking at the iron sword dripping blood...

Everyone wants to cry.

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(Today is this chapter, the updates in the last few days may be slightly less, because the end of the year is approaching, tomorrow my father-in-law will come back, I will pick up the station, there are many things to do, and then there will be an update in February Because of the New Year’s relationship, it will definitely be less, in order to avoid saying that I will cross the cross after the cross... Since March, the number of updates per month has been increased, and the number of updates has been noted before the month, thinking that the pressure and Commitment. Another thing I want to report to you is the annual selection, mainly the leader selection. Although F and K may really not care about this, they are now in the top ten of the leader’s selection. Please everyone Those who have votes in hand, please support me more. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your kindness and generosity over the past year. I don’t have much to say. I will write a book well in return for your hard work. : I still like Junmo the most, so I will write more of this paragraph. After holding back for a long time, I just want to write about the Battle of Qingxia.) {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support. Support is our greatest motivation}