At this time, the drunkard and Xiao Wenshuang had already fought to the point of tightness. The two of them fought with sparks, but they were very different. The drunkard danced in his hands and kept shouting, like a teacher in the school. "The green girl Su'e is both resistant to coldness, and the moon is fighting the beauty of the moon in the frost...", "Ling Lun uses its correct rhythm, and Xuanyuan uses it to tune its vitality." "The Yellow River comes to the west to break Kunlun. Roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate." It was talking endlessly, and then suddenly pulled out of the circle, playing the sword and singing wildly, as if it was crazy, Xiao Wenshuang just opened her face, and had no expression on her side, and was dealing with him without saying a word.

Qinglian Sword Song, Changji Sword Le, Yuxi Sword Rule, Poetry Sword, which has been depressed for ten years, is smoother and more gorgeous than that of the past. With such a sword, he can already be at the level of Cao Zhi or Dongfang Ling, and also has the powerful power of the upper stage of the eighth level. He can fight with him like this. This kid's "complete realm" has indeed had extremely high cultivation, but it should be the limit.

When Mu Xian is "prepared", the battle is over

Making a silent judgment, the man had no intention of "intervention". It was because he had the "strongest" power in the world that he attached special importance to every "action" of his own and kept alone probably the most important "secret" in the world, and he had to bear this fate.

"You can go back."

Speaking coldly, Zhongda slowly stood up from the chair, completely ignoring the confusing gazes of the three disciples behind him.

The drunkard's preparation was almost done. Soon, he should use the "sword technique" he never wanted to let others see to win. Then, he should leave.

With an accurate and profound understanding of "human nature", Zhongda clearly understood: when he could watch from one side, when should he leave quietly, and he had been living in the deep palace for 90 years, and had played six generations of emperors like playing chess, he would never make such a mistake.

Although he could not detect the reaction of the "audiences", when the drunk man gradually forced Xiao Wenshuang to open with a soft sword, Yun Chongbo still felt a strong crisis and was tormented by an inexplicable anxiety. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, hoping to at least make a complete blow.

But before he could react, two colorful ribbons that seemed so light that they were only light with the Feng'er or Yunduo family fell on his shoulders, and immediately made the bones and iliacs in his body sink downwards, until both feet were buried in the soil and their bodies were nearly two inches shorter before they stopped.

Sweat beads rolling on his forehead, Yun Chongbo struggled desperately, but he was like he was indifferent to the Five Mountains and could not have any effect.

"As an audience, you should learn to watch the show well. It's so easy for Sword Immortal to be very excited today, but you can't make trouble from the side."

Amid the beautiful laughter, colorful ribbons flew in the sky. While completely suppressing the clouds, they also lifted a pretty woman who could not tell from her appearance to float in the air.

When she noticed Yun Chongbo's danger, Xiao Wenshuang rarely responded. At this moment, she was so full of bows that she had no energy on other things from her spirit to her body that she could no longer distribute even a little energy to other things.

Opposite, the drunkard no longer had any movement. He knelt on the ground with his hands pressed on the hilt of the sword, his hair hanging down, and his head still as if he was a statue.

However, the pressure Xiao Wenshuang felt was stronger and greater than when he fought to the death.

However, you cannot attack. In this situation, taking action rashly will only attract a stronger counterattack.

"Do you know what perfect victory is?"

He suddenly spoke from the stillness, and the drunk man's voice had a hint of death.

Xiao Wenshuang did not answer, but it was obvious that the drunk man did not expect her answer.

"The so-called perfection means completely defeating the opponent and making him feel completely desperate before he falls."

"Writing a poem that is flying, dancing with gorgeous swords all the way, fighting against a powerful man, drinking a bottle of mellow wine, all of these make me feel interesting and enjoying unparalleled fun."

"If it's been for your waiting for ten years, then this is not bad, it's a perfect enjoyment."

"So, I also want to give you a perfect defeat, a defeat that represents my Jiuhai Sword Immortal Li Muxian's highest respect."

"Take out your strongest strength and come and pick up my Chongjia Sword Sound"

Amid the shouting, the sword light shines like a meteor

A sword passed by, it turned out to be as beautiful as despair

The flowers in the forest fade, spring is too hurrying

How could it be, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening

The sword energy, which was as lonely and unstable as a meteor, flashed and disappeared, but it completely broke through Xiao Wenshuang's defense.

This is

Bewitched by the beautiful sword light of the fantasy sword, Xiao Wenshuang felt lost and could not set up an effective defense at all. She was only shocked by the cold sword intent when the sword edge and body were instinctively, and she rushed to avoid it.

But it's useless.

Rouge buckles will keep people drunk, and when will it be heavy?

The sword light flashed, and the ruyi was rude, like a maggot attached to the bones. With the strong sense of despair and pain, it entangled Xiao Wenshuang's figure.

It is true that life will bring long grief to the east.

When the sword walks here, the poem walks here, there is no way out. The yellow leaves fly, the phoenix pavilion is deserted, the dear ones are separated, the heart is scattered, but only the river is surging, the earth is vast, the eyes are dead, all the thoughts are gone, and there is no other intention.

It is true that life will be long-lasting and the water will be long-lasting

Xiao Wenshuang is dead.

The sword light sucked and spitted, breaking through her forehead. During this process, she looked dazed and didn't even have the most basic flash.

"Smelling Frost"

Amid the heart-wrenching screams, Yun Chongbo suddenly felt a powerful force emerge from his body, and even shook the ribbon on his shoulder.

But it's no longer enough.

The sword has been put into the quota.

In an instant, Yun Chongbo, who seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly lost all the ability to "speak" and "moving", standing stiffly, and he could hardly even have the ability to "self".

The screams were heard, and the man was shocked suddenly, sat up suddenly, but paused, and then sat down dejectedly.

No, if even I don't keep my word, Shao Jing and I can't control them, they will be even more unrestrained.

When the scream reached Zhongda's ears, he had already begun to step down the city wall. He was not moved at all when he heard the painful howl and just nodded silently, saying, "Very good."

"This is the so-called heart-wrenching and painful feeling"

Then, a strong light suddenly appeared.

The moment the sword was in its forehead, everything seemed to have stopped. In the memories afterwards, Yun Chongbo and Xiao Wenshuang could not recall how long it was at that time.

Or, that's because that's no longer important.

All they knew was that a "miracle" had already appeared.

When the sword was sank into his forehead, after a moment of silence, Li Muxian suddenly discovered that his sword edge was like a touch of iron and stone, and he could no longer move forward. Then, a bright light like a big sunlight wheel bloomed from Xiao Wenshuang's forehead.

Just the first wave of impact caused Li Muxian's sword to completely collapse, making his right hand tremble wildly without being able to control himself.

And, he knew better that this was just a prelude.

When the translucent giant arrow burst out from Xiao Wenshuang's headscarf, completely destroying Li Muxian's sword energy with a momentum that was unyielding and uncontrollable, and pierced his chest, he didn't even feel scared.

He was just shocked.

Shocked, he turned his gaze away from Xiao Wenshuang and looked at the majestic and tall Gande Gate Tower in the distance.

How could it be

The next moment, Li Mu lost consciousness first and could not fight again.

Sunset Arrow, How could these two kids

Shocked, the man didn't even notice that the roof of the building under his feet had been penetrated by his heavy foot. He instantly increased his skills to the highest level. He floated in the air, staring at everything in front of him in amazement.

Could it be said

In the chaos, light blue powder did not spread out from Xiao Wenshuang's forehead, but almost no one noticed it.

When he was about to die, he suddenly saw such a change. Apart from the four words dumbfounded, Xiao Wenshuang had nothing to say. He had only had time to think about it: "What is this? Could it be that the young master gave it?" He felt dizzy and soft, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

After a long battle, he was exhausted and suffered a heavy blow to the head. Xiao Wenshuang could not fight again.

"Smelling Frost"

In anger, Yun Chongbo forgot other thoughts and rushed up quickly. However, just as he had just taken a step, an embroidered shoe had already stepped on his shoulders. With a slight force, he made him roll back and fall out.

Taking advantage of this leap, the woman had already rushed forward and helped Li Mu up first.

"how"

Although his face tried hard to hide his worries, the rapid voice clearly showed the woman's concern and concern for Li Muxian.

"Fortunately, I shouldn't die."

His face was pale and he was breathing heavily. Li Muxian said, "Don't worry about me, don't teach these two people to leave."

After pausing, he couldn't help but say, "But be careful, don't go too far." As he said that, he couldn't help looking at the Gande City Tower again.

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me." As she said that, she stood up, raised her hands, and the many ribbons that had already been beneath her immediately flew again, like a huge strange flower, wrapping her up.

"Even if it's an undead, it's just a boy who doesn't even have the minimum control. Will I still not be able to pick up the flying flowers of Qiongfeihua?"

At this time, Yun Chongbo had already helped Xiao Wenshuang up and tried hard to wake her up, but Xiao Wenshuang seemed extremely tired, her eyes were still half-closed, and she said in a daze: "Young Master, thank you," and fainted again. No matter how Ren Yun Chongbo called, he didn't respond anymore.

Just when Yun Chongbo was unwilling to give up, he was interrupted by the cold voice.

"Boy, if you are ready, get up."

"It's time to start the second round"

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