The silver-white flying sword was about seven inches long, with a slightly narrow body. The blade was like a pool of clear water, shining with shiny light.

Xu Chu's destiny was extremely fast in the flying sword. In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords were slashed, and the sword shadows on the field were dazzling. I saw silver lights stacked layer by layer, flashing constantly around Cheng Shuangshu.

Cheng Shuangshu's body-protecting true energy, which was 10 feet thick outside his body, was scraped off layer by layer like flying chips.

Even if the martial artist in the Guizhen Realm is in a state of mind, he will inevitably be a little clumsy under the sword rain. Although the force of each sword that Zhulu was slashed was within Cheng Shuangshu's bearing range, the speed of the sword was really exaggerated. Except for a few people in the field, no one could see that Cheng Shuangshu had been slashed with more than 300 swords in just a few breaths.

After all, he was a sword cultivator in the Earth Immortal Realm. More than 300 swords fell on him. Although the body-protecting true energy has not been destroyed yet, the sword intent is really shocked. Even with the strength of his body's strength, the blood in his body was surging, and there was a hint of disorder.

With a loud shout, Cheng Shuangshu stared at the sword light track like an eagle and falcon. He seized the momentum and smashed the flying sword hard with a punch.

The flying sword that was originally slashed straight was smashed away by a punch. Taking advantage of this moment, Cheng Shuangshu vomited a breath of turbid air in his chest, stretching for thousands of miles. After a breath, the ninth-grade martial artist rushed towards Xu Chu with a thunderous momentum.

However, the flying sword was three points faster. Cheng Shuangshu had just rushed forward several feet, and the Zhulu stabbed his waist and abdomen at an extremely tricky angle.

Xu Chupan's fingers were like a sword, and as the sword intent flowed, he pointed out with one finger, and a vast sword light rushed towards Cheng Shuangshu like a dragon coming out of the sea.

Under the attack on both sides, Cheng Shuangshu stopped and stood still.

The Guizhen realm martial artist glanced at the two sword lights in front and back, clenched his fist with his right hand, and suddenly smashed it to the ground with a punch.

There was a loud bang, and the entire Guxia Valley made a violent tremor.

Everyone standing on the mountain peak in the distance felt a shaking wave, the ground beneath their feet trembled, and a scattered gale came to their faces. Everyone was circulating their spiritual power, either sacrificing magic weapons, or using spiritual power to lay down barriers to block the fist wind.

A group of monks who had a low level but were lucky enough to be invaded by such a fierce fist wind, were shocked to damage their internal organs and vomited blood. After suffering, they realized their ignorance and quickly controlled the escape light to escape.

In fact, the mountain where Zhuo Yuming is located is already the closest mountain to the battlefield, and the fist wind that is affected is not very strong. However, in the central area where Cheng Shuangshu is located, the surface explodes, gravels splash, and the dust and smoke rising up in the sky is quite like covering the sky and the sun.

The two sword lights shattered and dissipated under the violent fist wind, and the flying sword Zhulu also flew back to Xu Chu.

The dust and hustle and bustle in the sky have not yet dissipated, a figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, and came straight towards Xu Chu like an arrow.

Cheng Shuangshu was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to Xu Chu, and punched him hard at Xu Chu's forehead with the sound of wind and thunder.

With a punch that was enough to break the mountain and destroy the mountain, Xu Chu's sword intent suddenly surged, holding his hands upright and slashed it down with a fierce sword. The thick and powerful silver sword light slashed at Cheng Shuangshu, rushing towards him, with a rainbow of momentum.

A loud blast was like thunder on the ground, and the two figures suddenly separated.

Cheng Shuangshu pursued with his power, chasing Xu Chu, who was shocked by a punch, kept swinging his fists.

As the two of them advanced and retreated, the sword light, fist wind and dog teeth intertwined, and each punch and sword collided in real life. The two figures moved quickly and clanged in endlessly. There was not enough eyes in the sidelines, and their eyes were hard to catch up with the two of them at all, so they could only barely capture the afterimages.

Even if a pure sword cultivator whose physical strength is far stronger than that of a Qi training man, he will eventually be at a disadvantage when he is chased by a martial artist.

Xu Chu, who was entangled by Cheng Shuangshu, was obviously unwilling to be passive all the time. He was punched by the other party in his chest. The flying sword rushed to the deer and suddenly became silver light, and a ray of light shone through the heaven and earth sword light slashed hard on the other party.

This is the first time the two of them have changed their injuries.

Xu Chu, who had retreated for about twenty feet, had a piece of his chest sunken, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and a long piece of his chest was dyed bright red. The punch was actually hammered on his chest, and the sword energy of protecting his body was hard to block.

Compared to Xu Chu who had only been punched, although Cheng Shuangshu's whole body was densely covered with sword marks and blood leaked a lot, his right hand was still blurred and bloody, and the bones were visible. However, Cheng Shuangshu's injuries were actually lighter than Xu Chu. After all, with his ninth-grade martial artist's body, these injuries did not affect his combat power. Xu Chu was already suffering from severe internal injuries at this time. His chest would be stinging when he was running qi, and his breathing would be blocked.

Cheng Shuangshu raised his right hand that was already ferocious, grinned, and said with a stern tone: "I can at least get you seven or eight more swords, and you can still eat my punches."

Xu Chu raised his hand and wiped his lips, sneering: "You'll know if you try it."

He raised his hand in front of his chest and pinched a sword trick. The flying sword Zhulu was crossing in front of him. The light on the sword body was converging and trembling endlessly. There were waves of sharp sword sounds clearly and sounded.

The sharp and sharp sword energy gushed out from Zhulu, and the entire Guxia Valley was covered with sword energy, and a murderous aura was densely covered in the air. The silver light that was originally radiant seemed to be tightly bound to the sword. Although it did not bloom, it was extremely dazzling. It was obviously the sword intent that was condensed to the extreme. Everyone knew that Xu Chu was going to use a killer move.

Cheng Shuangshu, who was standing in the distance, naturally knew it. He naturally did not dare to neglect the sword of a fairyland sword cultivator. His body sank slightly, his legs spread left and right apart, his waist slightly bent, and his left hand clenched his fists slowly hung around his waist.

This mighty and powerful man is like a tiger, showing off his minions and ready to wait.

Everyone understood that this time, it may be that the winner, the outcome, life and death were divided at the same time.

The sword energy that cut through the sky and the fist wind that was so powerful that it was violently collided. With the bang, the space seemed to be twisted. A fierce gust of wind swept across all sides from the center of the battle. On the mountain peaks hundreds of feet away, everyone in the audience also used their own means to resist the storm of the wind and waves.

The hustle and bustle of dust slowly dissipated, revealing the devastated valleys, potholes and messy ground.

The Earth Fairyland Sword Cultivator who had fallen to the ground and forced himself to support his half of his body was already covered in red. He could barely stand up, and his body was bathed in blood. He had almost no intact parts of his body. His skin and flesh were rolling around, and his bones were exposed everywhere. His chest was undulating, as he was panting like a bellows.

In the middle of the two, there is a magnificent pavilion with green tiles and red tiles standing on the earth. The pavilion shines in golden light and the treasure spirit is everywhere. It is obvious that it is a magic weapon with extremely high rank.
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