The man spread his hands, palms facing up, and shook them gently twice.
Reunited after a long absence, I would like to signal to my family members at Jianqi Great Wall, especially the good girls who have longed for me, to show some appreciation.
The entire Sword Qi Great Wall, which had fallen into silence, suddenly started to whistle and boo at the top of the city.
The female great swordsman Lu Zhi lowered her eyebrows and did not bother to look at the man. She really had no eyes to see him.
The man with his back to the city wall nodded, satisfied that he was still so popular.
Outside the battlefield, Jianqi Great Wall is just like a roadside kid. When he meets a drunkard, gambler or a single man, he will call him A Liang.
On the battlefield, that man was Ah Liang, just Ah Liang.
A Liang's eyes wandered, he glanced at the military tents scattered everywhere, and said loudly: "Don't hesitate, here are some who can fight!"
A bearded man turned around, stared at the guy, and said in a deep voice: "I'll do it."
A Liang did not turn around, only turned his head and looked at Liu Cha, who was standing alone on the other side of the golden river. He had known each other very well in the past, and both sides were friends and foes. A Liang slowly turned around, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Good brothers, let's discuss it?
How about a few less capable players to help me warm up my hands? I can’t beat many masters like you."
Liu Cha, who carried a sword on his back, said expressionlessly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why can't I find a sword that I can use?"
Ah Liang pressed his palms together and gently twisted his wrists. Since it was going to be a tough battle once he got on the field, he had to warm his hands first.
Liu Cha's thumb gently pressed against the handle of the knife, and he pushed lightly. In an instant, Liu Cha had swept across the golden river, came to A Liang, and slashed with the knife.
On the battlefield, the two figures were not seen at all after that. There were only astonishing circles of ripples, like mountains crashing into a large lake. Each ripple instantly spread to all directions, like a Mohist sword boat launching a volley, and the flying swords were fine.
countless.
After Alianghao fell from the sky, all the monster armies within a hundred miles radius, including those who were still alive, were hurriedly withdrawing, and none of the war supervisors from the major military tents made any effort to stop them.
On the ground, along with the sound of thunder, huge potholes appeared at extremely distant places.
After all the potholes suddenly sunk, there was no life around them. The bodies and souls of the demon monks turned into powder weapons after falling to the ground. The heavy treasures on the mountain, together with the yellow sand and dust, were all enveloped by the condensed sword energy, as if out of thin air.
Condensed natural sword formations appeared. The swords were powerful and strangled everything.
This is all due to the aftertaste of the sword energy brought about by the two swordsmen fighting each other.
The sword cultivators each stood at the top of the world's swordsmanship, and they suddenly created some strange phenomena in the world.
A certain military tent relatively close to the battlefield between the two men was instantly cut apart by a long line. Several monks who could not avoid it died without knowing why.
Liu Cha stood on the top of the military tent that was divided into two. The military tent under his feet had not collapsed, but the monks inside the tent had scattered like birds and beasts.
A few miles away, A Liang stopped and stretched out his hand to grab a flying sword from the Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator. He first clenched it tightly, and then pressed his fingers against the tip and hilt of the flying sword.
, increase the force and squeeze it into an exaggerated arc.
This flying sword is as thin as an ox hair and extremely subtle. The key is that it can follow the long river of time and stealthily. It seems that he is a swordsman who is extremely good at assassination.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, the flying sword was pressed almost as hard as the full moon by A Liang's two fingers. The flying sword was not a big bow after all. Just when it was about to snap, an imperceptible groan sounded in the distance. At a huge cost, the flying sword was finally broken.
Some kind of secret technique forcibly took away the flying sword that was imprisoned by A Liang's two fingers, and then the breath escaped instantly. If the blow failed, he had to stay away from the battlefield. Unexpectedly, on the way out, a man appeared behind him and stretched out his hand.
Holding down his head, the sword power poured over his head like water. A Liang pulled him back and let his body lean back. A Liang lowered his head and glanced at the face of the corpse of the Sword Immortal, "I said it couldn't be that little bastard Shou Chen."
Damn it, as long as I'm on the battlefield, he won't have the guts to draw a sword in his life."
The body was pushed away gently by A Liang, fell dozens of feet away, and fell heavily to the ground.
In another direction, a beam of snow-white light suddenly flew up from the earth. The soul of the demon sword immortal who had abandoned his body, together with the golden elixir and Yuanying tightly wrapped by the soul, were rushed away by the beam of light that contained the true meaning of infinite swordsmanship.
Passed without leaving any trace.
During this brief pause, A Liang looked around and saw a vast white mist. It was obvious that he had fallen into the small world of a certain great demon.
"A little trick to scare me? How do you know I'm timid? That's right, I blush when I see a girl." A Liang seemed to be stroking his hands to keep warm, with him as the center of the circle, the white mist receded on its own.
On the battlefield where there were only black and white in the world, a gigantic demon's true form appeared, dominating one side, commanding the heaven and earth, overlooking the tiny swordsman who was as small as a black dot.
A Liang looked up and was stunned for a moment. It was so big.
He asked a very sincere question, "I don't even know you, how dare you come?"
The reason is very simple. Except for those who have the ancient well throne in the Hall of Heroes, the other monsters who have never met or fought with him, Aliang, are not qualified to be called great monsters in the wild world. Since they are not great monsters.
In his eyes, Aliang, is it "good enough"?
The behemoth that A Liang identified as an "unknown" demon clan was about to harness the magical power of heaven and earth and try to crush A Liang, who had long been famous in the wild world.
Unexpectedly, a straight white line appeared from the top of the head of the monster's true body, from top to bottom, as if someone had cut it in half with a long sword.
After all, in the small world of this fairy-level monster monk, although he was instantly injured and his roots were damaged, it was not difficult to move the battlefield. However, just as his true body stopped its momentum and could no longer withstand the surging sword intent brought by the long line of light, it appeared.
At the edge of the small world, it tried to keep as far away from that Alian as possible, but it never thought that there were thousands of people appearing in the entire world, not only on the boundary of the small world, but also outside the small world.
The light penetrates the sky and the earth, as if the entire small world has become that person's small world.
A forest of swords with thousands of swords thrust into the ground.
In the end, the big demon was pinned to its true body by dozens of sword rays. Not to mention moving its body, even the slightest movement of its mind would cause pain in its heart. It was horrified to find that there was no way to escape in its own small world.
The miserable situation of escaping.
Ah Liang ignored this immortal monster at all.
The opponent's small world is as brittle as porcelain, as if it would be shattered into pieces if a sword repairman lightly knocks it with the tip of his sword.
After the world returned to clarity, starting from the place occupied by A Liang, countless sword lights emerged one after another, like a huge and ever-expanding circle, wiping out everything within a radius of dozens of miles.
Liu Cha, who was previously standing on top of the military tent, had no difficulty resisting the sword light. Now he was hovering in the air, once again becoming the only one confronting A Liang on the battlefield.
He said calmly: "Just a word of advice, don't get involved with anyone."
Even if he is willing to die, he still has to bring some injuries to that A-Liang.
Liu Cha sheathed his sword, stretched his hand around his back, unsheathed his sword, and held the sword in his hand.
In the wild world, walking around, there is almost no chance to draw a sword, so Liu Cha is looking forward to meeting A Liang again. He thought it would be in the vast world, but he did not expect that this man would break the restrictions of two great worlds in a row.
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, return directly to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
A Liang stretched out his hand and returned from the battlefield north of the Golden River with a Jianfang standard long sword. After it was held in his hand, he weighed it and found it was a little lighter. He sighed, even Jianfang didn't know it.
Being forced to cut corners, this battle was indeed a bit brutal.
When Liu Cha met him before, he just stabbed him in the face, which was too ungrateful.
A Liang returned the sword to the bearded man.
After exchanging sword blows.
A Liang fell backwards and crashed into the sky, and the entire sea of ​​clouds above the Sword Qi Great Wall was shattered and flew like rags.
A Liang retreated with one foot, stepped heavily in the air, and stopped his body.
Liu Cha's back smashed into the entire earth, and he was trapped deep underground without a trace. A series of dull thunders sounded underground.
The two of them handed out the second sword at a faster speed. A Liang fell to the ground from the sea of ​​clouds, and Liu Cha appeared on the ground.
They are all delivered with a straight line and a sword.
This time both sides stepped back further.
A Liang was actually knocked back by a sword to the sea of ​​clouds at the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall. He shook out a sword flower and casually dispersed Liu Cha's remaining sword energy remaining on the sword. He laughed with the old Taoist sitting in the sky.
: "Old man, I haven't seen you in twenty years. The girls in our Jianqi Great Wall who had runny noses in their early years have all grown up into beautiful girls, right? Did you know that they also have Uncle A Liang who has traveled far away?
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The old Taoist priest, who was holding the whisk in his hand, changed his arm and put it on the badly damaged whisk. He smiled and cursed in the dialect of Qingming Tianxia.
After the two sides exchanged "courteous and thoughtful" greetings, A Liang disappeared in a flash.
The entire sea of ​​clouds was pulled by the sword intent, and then began to shake violently. The Taoist saint sitting cross-legged felt helpless, and stretched out a hand to gently hold the sea of ​​clouds, thus stopping the shaking and surging of the sea of ​​clouds.
Aliang raised his arm high, like a child who had never learned to sword, and just slashed with his sword.
After the beating, Liu Cha disappeared again with his sword and retreated deep into the ground.
This time, Ah Liang didn't even take a step back, but the sword in his hand shattered and disappeared.
This kind of battlefield, even if only two people are facing each other.
To be continued...