On the sword platform, the bright moon hangs high.

Lu Xuanlou dodged a sword light. His figure was indeed slower than Bai Tian, ​​but the Jian Meng he faced was not much better than her.

Jianmeng learns hundreds of sword schools, and sword techniques emerge one after another, like the surging rivers and endlessly. Lu Xuanlou naturally beats sword techniques. No matter how Jianmeng draws his sword, he will break it with one sword.

Half a pound and eight taels, equally divided.

The difference between the sword skills between the two people is actually not obvious, it is just a perfect match.

Lu Xuanlou looked at the female sword fairy not far away and asked tiredly, "Are you tired?"

Jian Meng shook her head and handed it out again. In the night sky, the sword light was really dazzling. Lu Xuanlou raised his eyebrows and broke the sword. He did not rush to draw the sword. Instead, he closed the sword and stood up with a smile and said, "I think you are actually very tired and can't last long. And if you continue to fight this sword, it doesn't mean much. So, as for the result, just pretend that I didn't win and you didn't lose. What?"

"If you are simply competing with swordsmanship, you can stop now."

Jian Meng shook her head and said, "But this is a sword question. Although it does not matter whether life or death is determined, it must be determined by the winner."

Jian Meng paused, her expression suddenly became solemn, and she said intently: "I want to lead the sword, you have a sword with all your strength."

Lu Xuanlou frowned slightly, stared at Jian Meng, remained silent for a long time, and then murmured softly: "You will die."

Jian Meng nodded gently.

Lu Xuanlou asked with a smile: "I know I can't do it, but I still have to get the sword. What's the matter?"

Jian Meng said seriously: "The old sword immortal said that sword cultivation can be inferior to humans, but the killing power cannot be weaker than humans."

Wen Xi was deemed to be the leader of the swordsmanship in the future because she had the highest killing power among the great sword immortals. Lu Xuanlou's killing power was far superior to that of young sword cultivators, and he was only stronger than Wen Xi. He had a great chance of running with Wen Xi in the future. Therefore, Jian Meng felt that it was rare to ask about swords with Lu Xuanlou. It was really unreasonable to not see his shocking killing power.

Lu Xuanlou smiled slightly and said, "It's great, then I'll shoot another sword."

Jian Meng focused his head, then took a deep breath and held the purple sword in his hand tightly.

She has a clear sword heart and is rarely a perfect match for hundreds of sword techniques. Not long ago, she realized the sword that made her quite proud. In other words, Lu Xuanlou would be the first to see this sword.

Jian Meng returned the sword to the sheath, held the hilt carefully, and let out a breath of turbid air.

Lu Xuanlou's expression gradually became solemn, because at this moment, just before the sword was handed out, he had clearly noticed that the air around him seemed to be in silence.

This is very abnormal. I asked the sword energy up and down, front and back, left and right of the sword platform, why did they get drained by people without knowing it?

In an instant, Lu Xuanlou understood that at this moment, the sword energy was giving way to Jian Meng's next sword, so just one momentum made all the sword energy dissipate. Isn't that just talking about something?

This sword is enough to shock the world.

"Okay, OK, OK!"

Lu Xuanlou was not surprised but happy. Jian Meng had this sword, which means that he had a very good vision and did not appreciate this female sword immortal for nothing.

The sound of the sword was sobbing, Lu Xuanlou closed his eyes and opened his eyes, his eyes turned bloody, and there were wisps of black mist floating in the corners of his eyes.

Lu Xuanlou just glanced at Jian Meng, and his murderous aura was as if the waves were washing away from the sand. Jian Meng's back was so shocked that he felt cold and his hands and feet became stiff.

Looking at the aura of Lu Xuanlou's sword coming out, Jian Meng gritted her teeth and the purple sword was sheathed about half an inch. Suddenly, several purple sword auras fell between the sky and the earth. Lu Xuanlou just blinked his eyes, and the purple sword aura had disappeared. He only looked at Jian Meng's purple sword, which had been pulled out almost half.

All the sword energy between heaven and earth remained silent.

Countless sword cultivators and martial artists held their breath and focused their minds. Even they noticed that this moment was an absolutely critical moment.

Perhaps soon, the sword competition will end.

Both of them have adjusted their state to the peak, and then exchanged swords.

Jian Meng is not a dragging person. After halfway through the purple sword, he suddenly used force to pull the purple sword out of the scabbard.

A sword light.

Two sword lights.

Three sword lights.

Countless sword lights suddenly emerged.

Just above the sword-questioning platform, in front of everyone's eyes, countless sword lights suddenly appeared in the night sky. The sword lights even covered up a moonlight at this moment!

Accompanied by countless dazzling sword lights, countless powerful sword energy are also produced.

The next moment, the sword energy disappeared and never saw it again.

But the murderous aura in front of Lu Xuanlou was separated, just like the unknown depth of the sea water was pushed to both sides and dispersed, revealing the seabed. Then the seabed cracked, and gullies emerged, and smoke and dust were four auras. The gullies spread towards Lu Xuanlou and soon spread to his body.

This sword is simple and direct, but its power cannot be underestimated. The sword-questioning platform built by the old sword immortal with his own sword energy was actually cut open by Jian Meng's sword.

If this sword was replaced by someone else, the first choice would undoubtedly be to avoid it, but Lu Xuanlou has never been a person who retreated from difficulties. In just a moment, Lu Xuanlou had already had a sword emerging from the sky.

This is also a sword.

Jian Meng's sword encountered Lu Xuanlou's sword, and paused slightly, then broke into two pieces with a bang. One piece stopped in front of Lu Xuanlou, and was gently crushed by Lu Xuanlou. The other piece passed Lu Xuanlou and continued to spread.

Behind Lu Xuanlou, not far away are the Southern Regional Magical Martial Artsmen who were watching the sword, but when these Southern Regional Magical Martial Artsmen see the spreading gullies, they are full of despair.

They did not feel murderous intent under that sword, nor did they have murderous intentions. This is an extremely pure sword, which is the sword art and sword art that a female sword fairy is showing to the world.

The female sword fairy wanted to use this sword to tell everyone that on the way of sword path, first there was Wenxi Avenue alone, then Lu Xuanlou chased Wenxi alone, and then Jianmeng chased Lu Xuanlou alone.

Lu Xuanlou's sword first cut off Jian Meng's sword, then cut Jian Meng back tens of thousands of feet, and smashed him into Baixu Mountain.

Then, the sword turned around incrediblely and crashed straight into the top of Baixu Mountain.

In this sword question, Lu Xuanlou gained the benefits of the old sword immortal, so that the young sword cultivators should know what killing power is.

The sword light came in a flash. The old sword fairy looked at the at a loss at a loss and frowned and said, "What are you doing when you are standing there? Take the sword!"

More than a dozen young sword cultivators seemed to wake up from a dream. Li Mi of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect took the lead in making his sword. He stood on the top of Baixu Mountain with a decisive look. Even if he was fighting for serious injuries, he would have to force himself to take the sword.

Then the power of Lu Xuanlou's sword was really powerful. Li Mi's sword energy collided with him before intercepting the sword and temporarily stopped the incoming momentum, but during the breath, the sword energy was still broken inch by inch and scattered all over the ground.

Seeing the sword continue to move forward, another figure also came.

Wen Zhaogu, the young master of the Wen family, reached out to his sword, and the majestic sword intent gushed out, spreading out, and a wave suddenly rose up.

More than a dozen young sword cultivators drew their swords one after another, but they still could not resist that sword. Yan Chenyu, who was unwilling to draw the sword, had to sacrifice two natal flying swords, flying flowers, picking stars, and facing the sword light.

Flying flowers are like sword lights, chasing stars and catching the bright moon.

This female sword fairy, who always regarded herself as a Wei person, had a great aura of sword making.

The old sword fairy laughed happily, "It's not Wen Xi's unique swordsmanship, it's a good look!"
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