Nightfall

> The sword cannot enter, it is still coming, like wind and rain.

The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand was swung with the force of the green mountain. More than two hundred swords inserted in the mud in front of him continuously broke through the air and drew a line in the autumn sky.

Throughout the wilderness, there were reverberating screams of sword screams, and the slightly cold autumn wind flinched and fled around. This overbearing scene shocked everyone's mind.

The difficult victory over Ye Su made Jun Mo's body and mind very tired, but with this opportunity, his sword was extremely powerful. It was the most perfect moment. At this time, he was the most powerful.

However, Liu Bai still has no choice.

Liu Bai Hengjian was in front of him, with a calm look.

No one knows whether the sword in his hand has moved or not. It seemed that the rust sword had been standing in front of him, still and still. It may have been moved countless times.

At this time, in the air in front of him, there were more than two hundred swords suspended densely, because the number of swords was too large, covering the sky, it seemed extremely natural, and even seemed a little crowded.

This picture is really shocking.

Liu Bai received the sword.

More than two hundred swords in the air, no matter where they are stressed, fell to the wilderness with a loud bang, like a pile of untied wood, spreading to both sides.

Liu Bai looked to Jun Mo and said nothing.

There was no more appreciative look in his eyes.

Appreciation is the evaluation and identification of the strong to the weak.

After a certain amount of sword rain, Liu Bai confirmed that Jun Mo at this time was qualified and capable of fighting with himself on an equal footing, so he could no longer appreciate each other, only respect each other.

Liu Bai's greatest respect for the enemy is the sword.

However, he did not have time to produce a sword.

Because Junmo has a sword again.

Jun Mo still did not produce his own iron sword this time, but also those scrap swords that he seized.

Liu Bai's sword spread out like a pile of wood in front of him, still flicking, and then suddenly popped up.

More than two hundred swords, instantly transformed into more than two hundred sword lights, broke through the sky and stood on the field before the Qingxia. In the autumn sky, danced up and landed like lightning.

Straight Willow White!

Liu Bai frowned slightly and crossed the sword again.

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Swords can fly, relying on mind power to control the strength of the world, and then control the sword. The more swords you want to control, the greater the requirement for the mind realm.

Destiny is very difficult. There are very few practitioners in the spiritual world. Will cultivate several natal creatures at the same time, even the great swordsman of Dongxuan Realm will only control his own natal sword.

If you want to force out your mind. It is a very unwise choice to control more flying swords, this unwise. More is in terms of difficulty.

In the rainy night of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu killed the enemy with the Five Swords in the Cave of Profound Realm. Afterwards, he caused a long discussion in the practice circle. Everyone praised his talents, but he was also a bit confused.

Chao Xiaoshu has now entered the realm of destiny for a long time, and the number of flying swords he can control has already exceeded five. However, because distraction is a taboo in kendo, he rarely uses this method.

Junmo did this today.

A group of swords flew in the sky before the Qingxia. Just like a flock of birds, they kept falling at high speed. After being shaken by the barrier around Liu Bai's body, they walked through the air at high speed and then fell again.

Some flying swords are straight and extremely fast, like lightning. Some flying swords draw circles in the air like soft brushstrokes on paper. Some flying swords have an unpredictable trajectory. They are in the east, and they are in the west, dancing wildly like a dragon. More than two hundred flying swords seem to have their own lives.

The group of swords danced non-stop and shuttled back and forth between the sky and the ground. Reflecting the autumn sunlight on the surrounding wilderness, the whole sky is blinking, and the picture is extremely spectacular.

Unlike Zhan Yesu, Jun Mo's performance at this time was gorgeous and unpretentious.

His thoughts burst like a gust of wind. At a distance of hundreds of feet, he accurately and powerfully controlled more than two hundred swords, painting a scene that made everyone stunned!

The Xiling Temple Allied Forces watching the battle in the southern wilderness, looking at the world of Jianguang, was shocked and unable to speak, especially those swordsmen were pale, do you think this is still a human?

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Liu Bai's sword is stronger.

He can, like Jun Mo, deal with those practitioners yesterday, forcefully seize control of those flying swords with a strong mind, even if he can't succeed, he can at least conquer most flying swords.

But he was unwilling to give a hint of mind to this matter, because he was only used to using a sword, because only absolute simplicity is absolutely powerful, and a sword will win a thousand swords.

He crossed his sword in front of him and didn't care about repeating his own tricks.

The group of swords flying between the sky and the ground would not be able to enter a foot in front of him.

Unlike others, Liu Bai was not shaken by this dazzling picture. On the contrary, he did not understand why Junmo used so many swords.

Just like Jun Mo did not understand why Ye Hongyu used so many swords yesterday.

Even at their realm level, distracting and controlling swords is no longer a taboo in kendo, but Liu Bai believes that Junmo will not understand the truth between simplicity and power.

Everything is unreasonable and there must be a reasonable reason.

Ye Hongyu sent out Wan Jianqi yesterday because she was going to lay a fan cage.

What does Junmo want to do? Or did he not want to do anything, just wanted to use this method to allow Liu Bai to think for a longer time, and even hope that Liu Bai can be confused?

Liu Bai did not mess up.

He moved forward and walked towards the Qingxia, his footsteps were so stable.

He was walking, and the sword in his hand was walking, so the world he was walking with was one foot away.

The howling of swords in front of the Qingxia became more and more sharp and sharp, with more than two hundred swords, like a bird who had forgotten to die, bombarded towards the ground nonstop, the dull thunderous sound of continuous sounds in the field.

Liu Bai's footsteps are still in order.

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He is the swordsman.

He is the strongest in the world.

He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

The sword in his hand is a rusty sword that is not as good as ordinary.

He crossed his sword in front of him, and even looked a little funny while walking.

Facing Jun Mo's gorgeous group of swords flying, his coping method is so clumsy.

But ... nobody can break it.

Even if the master stood before the Qingxia, he could only avoid it, but he could not break it.

Because he walks with his own world, as long as the opponent enters him a foot, he will lose.

Liu Bai moved toward the Qingxia step by step.

His footsteps are steady and slow, and his movements are clumsy.

This clumsyness means prudence.

In his identity as the strongest person in the world, this kind of clumsiness is even more respected.

Respect for the academy, respect for Junmo.

This clumsiness may also hide a deeper meaning.

Liu Bai's close world is unbreakable, but he can avoid and can retreat.

There is an eye in the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This may be the last chance for everyone in the academy to leave.

If Junmo and disciples are willing to leave, then they will never have to face Liu Bai ’s world at their fingertips.

But Junmo did not want to retreat. He raised the iron sword in his hand.

His choice at this time has nothing to do with Datang, and has nothing to do with the Academy.

Xingzheng is rising, and pride is growing.

The gentleman doesn't do strangers, but it's still the end of the world.

Morti, I cut him off first.

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(Finally, I originally wrote a sentence: Human life, I finally asked for it, but at the moment Fanghua found it too acidic, so I did n’t put it in. As for the last word, I thought about it for a long time, but I still put it in, Beijing friends Say, the word "Yah" can only be used after you, but it's up to him!)