Suddenly, Sang Hun seemed to feel something and stopped, and the witch in front of him also sensed the danger and stopped immediately. The two women activated their magical powers across a low but steep mountain. They used their magical powers almost at the same time, and each printed on the opposite mountain.

The two women's violent magical powers collide inside the mountain through the mountains. After a brief tranquility, the mountain suddenly collapsed and the smoke and dust filled with fog.

In the fog, the rune mark began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into light and bursting out fireworks. Both women could not see each other, and each flew in the fireworks. The sword balls in the sleeves flew out, flying around their graceful bodies like fireflies, and tiny flying swords and scimitars were flying among their dresses.

Sang Huan learned swordsmanship by his father Sang Ye Zunshen, while the witch opposite was a disciple of the magic sword Vulata, who practiced swordsmanship.

They touched each other almost in an instant, like two butterflies in fireworks tangled and flew. The sword balls and sword balls turned, and the extremely small swords and swords collided, bursting out a series of firelights.

"You are Sang Ye Zunshen's sword technique!"

"You are a saberry of the magic sword Vulata!"

The two girls immediately recognized each other's sword skills and sword skills. In the sword light, the two stunning girls exploded at close range. The sword light passed through the magical powers, and the sword light flashed through their silk. The rolling sword ball and sword ball burst out bright light to illuminate their eyes and illuminate each other.

Although their bodies look slender and weak, they hide the power of even Yue Qin Mu in their bodies. When they see each other's momentum, their minds have not yet reacted before they can react. Their bodies have already reacted, attacking each other like storms and storms!

The two women were humble and each fell into trouble, falling out of the fireworks, rolling in like a broken sack rolling down the hillside, falling out of six or seven miles, and then stopped the momentum.

While they each stopped their momentum, the Jianmaru and Daomaru that they attacked their opponents also came to their heads. The swords and swords shot down like rain. In an instant, hundreds of scimitars and flying swords in the Daomaru swords were poured out.

The two women rolled and rolled. Sang Huan took the bow and arrow from his back, rolling like a raccoon cat. After a week of rolling, more than ten arrows were shot out. Thirteen miles away opposite her, Jae also took out the magic bow and fought back.

And behind them, the sword light kept falling.

They walked around a mountain and fought across the mountain. The bowstrings vibrated, and a crisp sound came, and more than a dozen holes were shot out of the mountain.

They rushed to avoid each other's sharp arrows and swords. Sang Hun suddenly saw the huge axe and gun, and they actually returned to the place where the axe and guns intertwined.

One of the two women rushed onto the big axe and the other jumped onto the black gun, serpentine and attacked the opponent at the same time. When they reached the top of the two magical weapons, the two women suddenly fell like a meteor, and each used his harsh hands in the air at the same time.

"ah--"

A scream came, and Sang Wu hurriedly looked at it, but saw that Hei fell into the trap she had left here earlier, immediately touching the sword pill formation she had set up!

As the only remaining descendant of Sang Ye Zun Shen, Sang Wu could not refine sword pills like Qin Mu, but there were definitely not a few sword pills on her body.

She put seven sword balls in her seven-star sword map. The seven-star sword map is a kind of sword map of Taihuangtian. Taihuangtian's supernatural powers are too lazy to practice magic numbers, so they adopted the simplest and clearest method, which is to copy the sword map left by their ancestors and refine treasures according to the sword map left by their ancestors. The time saved can be spent on cultivation.

The Seven Star Sword Picture is one of them.

The Seven-Star Sword Map is not complicated. Many magical people silently adhere to the old rules of plagiarism formation map. It is not powerful, but the power of the seven sword pills is extraordinary.

In this kind of life-and-death battle, even if you are tripped for a little time, it is enough to determine life and death, let alone.

Sang Huan did not think, and then bending his bow. Countless arrow lights shot into the sword map, blocking left and right, trying to block her attack to the death. But the next moment, the sword balls in Sang Huan's hand roared out, and the flying swords in the sword balls formed a line. The first flying sword pierced into her eyebrows, and the second flying sword followed one after another, passing through her eyebrows one after another. Hundreds of sword lights flew out from behind her head.

Her body was stiff and was immediately overwhelmed by countless flying swords bursting out from the Seven Star Sword Picture.

"I won?"

Sang Wu was stunned and couldn't help but feel confident. He put away the Seven-Star Sword Map and Sword Pill, left the place where the axe and gun intertwined, and searched for opponents everywhere.

Outside the sand table world, the Sang Ye Zun Shen sweats like rain. He is a god with a skillful eye. Naturally, he can see that his daughter can surpass the Sang Ye. It is just a lucky chance.

After experiencing the massacre of the family, although Sang Hun has been practicing hard recently, and has experienced many life-and-death battles, and has charged in front of the formation, he is still inferior to the demon masters like Yan Yi, who have experienced many battles, and is far inferior to the other party in terms of life-and-death tempering.

It is already a lucky victory to defeat Yu Yi, but it is impossible to win by luck every time. If you meet other demon masters, wouldn’t your last relatives be ruined in front of you?

Suddenly, the Sang Ye Zun Shen was slightly stunned and looked at the world of the sand table.

In the sand table world, several more battles ended, and the number of demon masters dropped sharply, leaving only two people, one was Zhehuali, the disciple of Birriluo, and the other was Jiang Yi, the disciple of the real demon Sumo.

The young masters of Taihuangtian include Qin Mu, Yuhe, Sang Huan and Shu Yao. Some of the others died with their opponents, while others were killed by Yuhe and Shu Yao with their superior strength.

Of course, more people were killed by Qin Mu, who threshed millet.

It was precisely because Qin Mu killed three demon masters in a row that Taihuangtian's magical powers gained the advantage of numerical advantages.

Jiang Yi is extremely strong, but he is so serious that he is injured and has little left to fight with his opponent. Perhaps this will be a chance for Sang Huan to survive.

"However, Yuhe and Shu Yao, the two masters, were also injured..."

Sang Ye Zunshen's heart tightened again, and he watched his daughter go straight to the direction of the iron smack.

On the edge of the sand table world, Zhehuali was carrying a demon sword and was like an ascetic, walking forward step by step. He did not use any supernatural powers, and his speed was not fast. His steps seemed to be accurately measured with a ruler. Every step was taken, the size must be exactly the same, no length or short.

This is his swordsmanship rule.

The masters of the demon clan are often wild, with their moves open and close, regardless of the details, and sometimes they suddenly exude amazing combat power.

Zhehuali first learned from the divine sword Luo Wushuang, who was called the existence of the gods in the sword. Luo Wushuang's sword skills were good at calculating. His sword skills were very strict. The direction, strength, footwork, body movement, and even the movement trajectory of each muscle of the body were measured with strict measurements, and there was no need to make any mistakes.

The deeper level of the operation of vital energy, the mobilization of the vital spirit, the mind, and the essence must also comply with the rules.

Zhehuali grew up under such teachings. Unlike the supernatural powers of Taihuangtian, in order to learn Luo Wushuang's swordsmanship, he must be proficient in magic and must achieve extremely high achievements in order to master Luo Wushuang's swordsmanship.

Although he was ordered to come to Taihuangtian in the world and worship Furiluo as his teacher, he did not learn the indulgent spirit of Furiluo. He still restricted his words and deeds according to the rules he learned from Luo Wushuang, and was upright and had no mistakes.

He came to the fire wall of the sandbox world and looked up. He saw Qin Mu looking at his craft with his back to him, holding a sword in front of the fire.

Unlike his rigor, he saw that the young man had the indulgent and heroic spirit of being as indifferent as a Bian Rilu.

The figure of the young man holding up his sword had a unique heroic style. Appreciating the sword in front of the fire was a hero that he could not learn.

Zhehuali couldn't help but slap his heart, but then calmed down. At this time, he saw the young man holding the sword seemingly heard his heart loss, raised his head and looked at him with his face in his eyes.

However, he soon realized that the young man was not looking at him from the light of his eyes, but was looking at the sword body, borrowing the bright sword body as bright as a mirror to look at him.

"The reason I made Yu Guang look is to interfere with my judgment. If I take the opportunity to take action, I will be robbed of the opportunity by him."

Zhehuali raised his eyebrows slightly. If a master of Taoism and magical powers like them make a mistake in judging the enemy's subtle movements, the opponent will seize the opportunity.

Sometimes the outcome is based on just a slight mistake!

"It's not as experienced as someone of his age."

Zhehuali inhales and his chest bulges. It is this young man. The master of the divine sword has been obsessed with it. He must find this person and show his sword skills to the other party!

Zhehuali suddenly bowed to Qin Mu and said in a deep voice: "My master Luo Wushuang."

Qin Mu turned around, put the sword in his hand on the smelting platform, and said, "I know, I remember him."

Zhehuali did not stand up and continued, "Master said, if you meet you, please see the sword technique he created!"

When he bent down, the demonic eyes of the demon sword behind him suddenly opened, the bloody eyes rotated, and his pupils were raised, and his eyes fell on Qin Mu.

Qin Mu smiled, put his palm on the smelting platform, and flew towards him like fine sand, condensed under his palm, turning into a perfect ball, the size of a finger.

"I also want to see his sword technique."

Qin Mu held the sword pill and said, "You used his sword technique on his behalf, so you respect me, not to respect me, but to respect him?"

Zhehuali straightened his waist and nodded.

Qin Mu smiled and said, "He used his sword with one arm. Did you learn his sword technique? Have you learned one hand or two hands?"

Zhehuali's pupils suddenly shrank.

Qin Mu did not let go of any subtle changes on his face. He noticed his shrinking pupils and the smile on his face gradually became stronger: "Zhehuali, you can use his sword technique to let me see."

Zhehuali suddenly felt an invisible pressure pressing on his heart of Tao!

Qin Mu asked him whether he had learned one hand or two, which put an unparalleled heavy pressure on his heart of Tao, because Luo Wushuang was a one-armed divine sword!

Learning one hand means that his other arm is useless. The arm that is useless in battle will not be perfectly integrated with the arm holding the knife, no matter what magical magic is used. In this way, there will be flaws to follow.

If you learn two hands, you will not be able to use Luo Wushuang’s one-armed divine sword. If you use Luo Wushuang’s sword technique with both hands, you will definitely not be able to use perfect sword technique and you will not be able to grasp the essence of Luo Wushuang’s sword technique!

Zhehuali was ordered to go down to the world this time. In addition to Luo Wushuang's wish, the main purpose was to find a way to perfect his sword skills from Birriluo. He also made up for his shortcomings through experience and combat, so as to make up for his shortcomings, and to become a young true god in the magical powers of Taoism!

Now, after a meeting, he was seen through the truth and reality by his opponent. Whether he was a knife or not, it was a bit difficult to get on the verge of a tiger!

Outside the sand table world, the woodcutter's saint's eyes lit up, glanced at the Black Tiger God beside him, and said in a deep voice: "His state of mind is obviously outrageously powerful, and it suppressed Zhe Huali's state of mind as soon as he met. Why do you say that his state of mind is too poor?"

The Black Tiger God's ears squeaked on the back of his head and whispered: "His state of mind is obviously very bad, and his face changes rapidly at any time... By the way, lord, didn't you say just now that his temperament is too beating and his mental state is too poor?"

The woodcutter's saint's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense, you heard it wrong."

The Black Tiger God curled his lips, and a blue vein appeared on the forehead of the woodcutter saint. The Black Tiger God quickly lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "It's Xiaohu who heard it wrong."

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