The cold wind was like a knife, constantly tearing and tearing on the bluestone arena.

His eyes were like lightning, and his eyes were facing each other, like a knife and a sword!

"Jian Xiaotian, since he is famous for his name, why should he get involved in the world again? You can leave this duel!" Mu Changqing held the bloody sword in his hand tightly, pointed at Jian Xiaotian, who was flying in, and shouted.

But the response to him was only a loud voice!

"Call!"

The sword weapon was roaring, and the "Xiaoyao Sword Immortal" Jian Xiaotian suddenly stood upside down from Changtian and stabbed down!

"Buzz!"

The fierce sword energy was like the sharpness of the broken sky, cutting through the wind layer, causing a rolling wind pressure, and heading straight towards Mu Changqing!

"Hmph, since you don't listen to your advice, I can't help it!" Mu Changqing saw sweat on his forehead, but since Jian Xiaotian insisted on fighting, he knew that it would be useless to say more!

"The word "Qing" is a nine-shaped word "Qing"!" Mu Changqing roared in a low voice, and the green blood sword in his hand swayed up, like a Kunpeng spreading his wings. He lifted his body suddenly, and his footsteps exploded and shot up!

Jian Xiaotian looked at Mu Changqing who was coming in a fierce manner and didn't say much. He just wiped his lips and slightly raised a curve.

"Xiaoyao Sword Technique!"

Jian Xiaotian called out the name of the sword technique he used for the first time!

All I heard was "Swoosh!"

Three sounds of wind breaking sounds resounded continuously, and then, Mu Changqing felt a mess in front of him, and the three sword flowers had already picked out the long sword from Jian Xiaotian's hand!

"puff!"

Almost instantly, before Mu Changqing could react, his sword move was already in sight!

Qingcheng Sword Sect is the best in swords and becomes famous for its swords!

As the "head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect", Mu Changqing, naturally, wouldn't be too clumsy. He also roared loudly and used the sword technique in his hand with a loud bang!

The long sword of green blood suddenly twisted from the air, the sword spine turned, the right wrist was slightly shaken, the sword body was whirling, and with just one sword, he greeted Jian Xiaotian, and the sword edge was straight towards Jian Xiaotian's sword tip!

The duel between masters is always quiet, and only the sound of the sound that can be heard!

That's right now!

"Clang!"

A spark burst out, dazzling.

Jian Xiaotian Baixue Long Sword leaned straight on Mu Changqing's left neck, and his blood sword was almost close to Jian Xiaotian's snow sword, and was placed in front of Jian Xiaotian's throat. The distance was only a few seconds!

“Tick…”

With a silent sound, a blood mark was already cracked on Mu Changqing's left neck. It was a fine sword mark, not like a sword piercing, but thought it was caused by the rapid sword wind!

The blood mark slowly dripped off a drop of scarlet blood beads, rolling down, hitting the surface of the bluestone arena, making a bass sound that was almost a mosquito.

Mu Changqing's face was gloomy, his eyes were lowered, and slowly stretched out his left hand, gently dipped the blood stains on the blood marks on the left neck with his index finger, and then put them on his lips, licked them, and swallowed them immediately!

"well......"

After a while, Mu Changqing sighed and then slowly raised his face.

Although it was only a moment, Mu Changqing at this time gave people the feeling of vicissitudes of life and death.

"I... lost!"

A low tone expresses firmness!

"Clang!!!"

With a crisp sound, Mu Changqing's long sword had fallen downwards. Because of the surging internal force, the green blood sword had been inserted into the ring of the bluestone!

Yes, Jian Xiaotian was able to take his life in the previous duel!

They are also ranked in the supreme realm, and they are the same as using swords!

The head of a generation of Qingcheng Sword Sect was defeated under Jian Xiaotian's sword!

Such things are like jokes!

"Shit!"

Suddenly, three cold winds whistled, and three black cold lights came, and it was the Tang Sect hidden weapon that arrived!

"Bang!"

Jian Xiaotian quickly shook his feet and retreated quickly with a thunderous step.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Jian Xiaotian had just joined together, and almost at the same time, three black sleeve arrows were inserted into the ring!

"blow!"

With a sudden sound, Tang Wushuang's figure wearing iron armor shot up.

"Call!"

Tang Wushuang kicked the Qingcheng Blu-blooded Sword inserted in the ring with one kick, and hit the side, shaking the sword at Mu Changqing!

"Brother Mu, pick up the Blood Sword quickly. This duel has just begun!" Tang Wushuang roared, flipped his body, and several flying knives were about to shoot again!

"Buzz!"

The blue blood sword flew everywhere, and Mu Changqing flew into his hand with a flying sword!

"You attack the left, I attack the right!" Tang Wushuang quickly roared, and several dark blades of various shapes had already emerged, attacking Jian Xiaotian, who was in mid-air.

"Ha..." Mu Changqing did not move when he heard this, and lowered his head and laughed sadly, as if he was self-deprecating.

"Clang!"

A sword weapon sounded, but it was not a sword.

The cold light sprinkles, and the green blood returns to the sheath!

"My part of this battle is over..." Mu Changqing lowered his head and said sadly, then a follower rolled down the arena and disappeared on the stage.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were rich!

"You..." Tang Wushuang was angry and only uttered one word, but couldn't continue to scold. His expression was indeed anxious.

Jian Xiaotian, who was beside him, looked righteous and shouted admiration for Mu Changqing in his heart.

But no one noticed that at this moment, even Su Yu, who was standing beside him, was already stunned and opened his eyes wide, because in his mind, Mu Changqing was treacherous, why... I really stopped today?

Is it a change in human nature or is there another hidden truth?

"Dang chung!"

A series of crisp sounds resounded, Jian Xiaotian leaned in the air, and the long snow sword in his hand danced rapidly, with the man and the sword, dancing up and down, dancing in the air, like flying snow in June.

However, this snow is deadly!

"Dang!"

With crisp sounds, the hidden weapon that Tang Wushuang shot had already landed on the ground. Jian Xiaotian was in the air and whispered softly. His body leveraged his strength in the air and flew straight towards Tang Wushuang!

"Hmph, don't think I, Tang Wushuang, are afraid of you." Tang Wushuang looked at Jian Xiaotian who was attacking towards him and groaned.

Heavy armors all over his body shook, and he felt sparks suddenly appearing from his body. Then, countless black rays were shot towards Jian Xiaotian.

"Eat me another 'corrosion bullet'!" Tang Wushuang knew that Jian Xiaotian's sword technique was superb, and knew that these dark blades could not hurt him. He immediately roared, stood up with his right palm, and suddenly threw an iron ball with a hazy green fog in the air. The ball was dark green and covered with a layer of thick green fog gauze.

"Bang!"

Jian Xiaotian Baixue's long sword leaned against him, his eyes burst into light, and he looked at the dark blade attacking in front of him, and suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar; "Caring on the dragon!"

These two words are implemented with internal force, and they roar in the sky for a long time, and they will not disperse for a long time, just like the momentum of thunder!

"Clang!"

The white snow shook with a sound, bringing up a dazzling white glow that shone brightly on the eyes.

"blow!"

Jian Xiaotian's snow hits directly, and his body sways away, in mid-air, but it makes people feel elegant.

Soaring in the sky, the momentum is like thunder!

This is "Riding Dragon".

"The Dragon Sword Technique! It turns out to be... the Dragon Sword Technique... the Dragon Sword Technique!" Xiaoyaozi was under the ring, but his pupils were staring at the ring, staring at the sword craft produced by the sword angel in the air, and murmurs kept coming from horror.

The internal force of the Baixue sword lingers, causing a shaking wind pressure, like a dazzling spiral, piercing downwards!

"Not good!" Tang Wushuang looked at the sword skills coming in front of him. Before the sword arrived, the wind had arrived.
Chapter completed!