It's when the thunder rolls down.

There were swords and swords rising from the mountains. Although the thunder came with the power of heaven, it was still difficult to suppress it. Only two rays of light were seen, shining brightly into the sky, almost like a new mountain rising in the Tiantai Mountains.

The sword light is so strong that it seems to be wrapped in a layer of red, and the mysterious clothes between the sword light stand up

The man looked like he was coated with red clouds. Thousands of people below the mountain roared to shake the mountains and rivers. The momentum that was originally suppressed by Ye Zhai with the power of breaking the sword rose again. On the contrary, it was more powerful and round than before. He never drew the sword.

, but the sword light has already soared into the sky, and there is no way to suppress it.

On the other hand, looking at Ye Zhai, although the sword energy was surging all over his body, he really couldn't see any momentum at all. His face did not change at all. He stood quietly holding the sword. From the hilt of his palm, the same sword energy shot up into the sky.

It is colorless and formless, but its sharp meaning makes the rain curtain suddenly feel empty.

The sword is in front of you, and the wind and rain cannot come close.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that He Zhaoling's aura has already increased to a higher level at this time. The sword light pours out and hangs in the Tiantai Mountain like a horse like a cloud. No matter how difficult it is to control, no one knows where the white-haired sect master comes from.

, even the old servant frowned, and did not dare to look away for a moment, looking straight at the top of the mountain not far away, with more and more wrinkles on his face.

"Take my stance. Although it has never had a catchy name, this sword has been practiced and sharpened in the Baihao Mountains for many years. Unconsciously, it has several swords." Ye Zhai stared at the slender long sword in the palm of his hand.

, his smile was brisk for a moment, "Originally, I wanted to use this technique to force a senior to stay, but there was never such an opportunity. The person has passed away, and this move and the sword have turned into dragon-slaying skills, and there is no longer any use for them.

, this time this time

Exhibited in style, I should congratulate the leader of the gang for holding the sword in his palm." Immediately, he raised his sword and slowly advanced two or three times. The sword frame was not opened yet, but the ancient trees in the mountains could no longer withstand the strong wind brought by the sword's light, and they broke instantly.

Go to more than ten plants and hug each other

The vigorous ancient trees are standing in the sky on the top of the mountain. Only the sword energy is pouring horizontally. It seems that a long wind suddenly arises and sweeps across the rooftop. Thousands of sharp edges appear in it. Let alone the wind and rain, even if the floating dust steals in, it is difficult to reach it.

inch.

The "Moon Catching" style is just like the name of the sword. Although it is not clear that the sword intention is difficult to reach, it will release all the sword energy that has been accumulated for dozens of breaths. It is like an arm using the fingers. Although it is wrapped with thousands of sharp edges, there is not a single strand.

Empty consumption, all wrapped up in Xuanyi, the sword light almost filled the entire mountain top, even more powerful than the cloud light.

Such magical power, Yun Zhong is now in the second realm, and he is also familiar with sword energy. However, looking at it now, he can only feel frightened. Thousands of sword rays are coming one after another, and none of them are leaked. This is the side of the eaves

The continuous rain, without any momentary lull, fell all over He Zhaoling's body, mellow and free to follow his will, and the antelope's horns were not enough to speak.

The mountains are vast, but the original raindrops have been replaced by thousands of inches of long and short sword energy, which reflects the lightning from the sky like a white canopy, enveloping the mountains for a long time and unable to disperse.

For a full stick of incense, it was hard to see anything in the mountain except for the sword energy that enveloped the two of them. Even though the eyesight of Yun Zhong and Wen Yu was much stronger than that of the old man, it was difficult for them to squint their eyes at this moment to see what was going on.

This sea tide of thousands of sword qi has already blocked the scenery on the mountain top, and it is not until the sword qi gradually thins out that the scene inside can be slightly glimpsed.

He Zhaoling's clothes were already torn in many places. Compared to the injuries Ye Zhai had suffered just now with his sword skills, the situation now was even more miserable. There were blood splatters on his shoulders and chest. As the rainwater washed away again, it seeped into the ground, but some of it could not be washed away. The blood was still there.

Like flying flowers blooming, a large begonia bloomed under his feet. He barely managed to steady his body, and it took him a long time to speak hoarsely.

"It's a good move. Even if you use the sword light to protect your whole body, it's hard to stop it. With one strong breath, there are thousands of sword energy coming to you. It's really impossible to stop it." Now even the sword energy that had been accumulated for a long time could not be resisted.

The red glow is like the glow of a sword, and now most of it has been melted away, leaving only a small half lingering around the body. It has no power at all. There are dozens of wounds.

Even though He Zhaoling's body was unavoidable, it was unavoidable to shake, and it was difficult to recover before he became stable. However, the murderous aura between his eyebrows became more and more intense. Now he couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Ye said to himself that he has spent hundreds of years without much entry, but now it seems

, the ability of this style can only be achieved by those who have been trained for a long time, but they almost suffered heavy losses, and it is difficult to resist."

Ye Zhai just looked at the person in front of him calmly and did not reply. His clothes were fluttering and still not stained by a drop of rainwater, and he stood silently where he was.

"Fortunately, in the past few years, I have trained my body more, walked up mountains and carried rocks, and crossed mountains and rivers. Now I can suppress my injuries and I am fine for the time being." He Zhaoling took a long breath and looked at the white-haired sect master in high spirits.

, "Since I still have some energy left, I naturally have to master my moves and techniques. I rely on my brother's guidance."

After saying that, the sword light burst out again, and it was lifted several feet high by the rising wind. Although it was not as good as before, the red color in it became thicker and thicker. It seemed that it had been carried by tens of thousands of people, and it was in front of Ye Zhai in an instant. The sword light was

It pulled up a strangely long line of rainwater, and the raindrops that had not yet hit the ground were split into two. No one was around.

Seeing clearly how He Zhaoling drew his sword and when he made progress, he felt that the wind and rain around him seemed to have stopped for a moment. There was a slight flash of lightning on the top of the mountain, but there was no power. It was not like the thousands of swords in the same cage just now, only the slightest sparkle.

It disappeared so quickly that even if it wasn't instantaneous, you could only get a glimpse of it, and then you saw the red sword light all over the man in black clothes disappearing, and it was hard to appear again.

Everyone in the world knows that if you go all out, you will be exhausted again. The people in the caravan at the foot of the mountain also know this. They all frowned, fearing that their gang leader had just suffered a loss and would no longer be able to show his authority.

The worried helmsmen Li and Wang could hardly control their temper and rushed up the mountain. But when they saw Mi Yuhuai's gray and pale face beside them, they sighed angrily and stopped looking at the top of the mountain.

Look.

The two people on the mountain did not move.

The man in Xuanyi had not put the knife back into its sheath, but a corner of the long knife blade in his palm was broken.

Ye Zhai indeed had a solid foundation in swordsmanship, but for just a moment, he was the last to hit the blade first. The blade was as powerful as a mountain, and when he was hit by the thin sword, it was a pity that it was not as strong as the latter, so the sharp edge collapsed on its own.

There is floating soil on the stone platform. Over thousands of years, floating soil has been drifted by the wind from all over the world. It has also accumulated for several feet. Now it has been loosened by rain, leaving two deep gullies with visible stones, and

A footprint breaking through the thick soil.

With one step, the sword rose.

Ye Zhai lowered his head and glanced at the two ravines drawn under his feet. He seemed to have never seen the deep knife wounds on his waist and abdomen. He asked curiously, "How can you practice this sword? It's not that I underestimated Gang Leader He, but this way

He can't even learn mathematics, which makes him look down upon."

The man in black clothes held the knife with his right hand trembling, his chest heaving, and it took him a long time before he smiled.

"I have been practicing this sword for dozens of years. I have been practicing it since I climbed out of a caravan full of dead people to this day. I have been practicing this sword for ten years. I have reserved it just for you."

Back then, in the caravan village, broken corpses lay everywhere, and very young children struggled to crawl out of the narrow stable where six or seven people were lying. During the heavy snow and the depths of winter, the children picked up a broken arm and tried their best to break open the five fingers of the broken arm.

He picked up the short long knife that was almost as tall as him and swung the knife fiercely toward the outside of the village.
Chapter completed!