The old man's short stick is the size of a palm, like gold and jade, and has a faint luster under the moonlight.

This is a magic weapon. He is a worm controler. He does not need melee combat, and few people can get close to him.

This magic weapon exists in case of prevention.

Although the sword used by the sick girl is powerful, the sword moves are very ordinary. It is the sixth style of the Shanmen sword technique, called "Bamen Mountain Ghost".

It is open and upright, but as cold as a demon.

The old man laughed strangely, and his energy gathered on the short stick. After the light flowed, he saw a long stick appearing in his hand.

The long stick is about six feet long, with skeleton-shaped carvings at both ends, and the light is shining everywhere, but the breath emitted is extremely cold.

The sick man's sword fell like a mountain ghost, and the old man's long stick crossed in front of him. The sword stick collided, and a spark burst out, which seemed so dazzling under the night.

The old man's aura became even more obscure, his eyes locked on the sick man's pale face, and he said coldly: "Your sword is so sharp."

The sick girl raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Your stick is also very hard."

The short sword in his hand was given by Uchiyama disciple Qingzhufeng. It was extremely sharp and said to be made of the claws of the legendary dragon. Everything pointed to by the sword is like a destruction of the dead.

But it also has its weaknesses. Although the sword body is hard, it is easy to break. Although it is comparable to gold and iron, it does not have the ductility of iron. Once a crack appears, it will be a fatal scar for this sword.

On weekdays, he can easily cut off trees as thick as bowls by chopping them.

Although the sick girl did not use all her strength at this time, she only left a shallow trace on the long stick when she used her sword move.

The sickly sword came like a lonely boat, full of the silence and silence. The old man seemed thin and powerless, but when he waved his long stick, he was like a sudden wind, and he angrily cut off endless wind and dust.

After all, the sick man is a young man and his cultivation is weaker, but he knows that he is the only hope of the disciples behind him. With his courage and the sharp sword, he fights with the old man in no way.

The old man was also surprised. He had never seen a young man with superb swordsmanship, but he rarely saw someone who could fight in the realm.

However, there are countless talents in the world, which is not very strange.

Besides, the two of them are just as good as each other at this time. Over time, the gap in cultivation will appear.

The old man's cultivation level is higher than that, with deep energy and stronger ability to fight continuously. If this continues, not to mention whether those disciples can survive the slowly coming insect tide, even the sicklings themselves are very dangerous.

Many disciples including Lu Yingfeng also realized this. The disciples with double poison could no longer stand and could only hold the sword and kneel on the ground halfway, striking their bodies in pain.

Looking at the brothers who looked painful but forced to keep silent, the remaining disciples gradually became anxious.

At this time, they approached each other and squeezed into a ball. When there was insufficient space, the Changming Sword Formation could not exert its due power and was unable to stop the tide of insect tide.

When the first spirit scorpion climbed to the disciples' feet, Lou Tingyu's eyes flashed, and it was very bright in the night, and he said lightly: "The clouds cross the country and leave no trace."

Lin Yisong was stunned at first, then said calmly: "Shui Ran Thousands of Miles Flooding Hongmen."

These two sentences made the disciples in a panic ignite hope again.

The two lines said by the two are poems and swords. The light flashing in Lou Tingyu's eyes is sword light.

But it is not an ordinary sword, but a Xuanhuang sword!

The Xuanhuang Sword of Changming Sect is one of the most powerful sword techniques in Chengtian Continent, but for some reasons, the original version of this sword book fell into the hands of the royal family and was unwilling to return it to Changming.

Therefore, many disciples and elders of Changming could only practice with copybooks left by the sect’s predecessors, but the copybooks recorded their understanding of this set of sword scores, and there were very few sword moves that were truly flowing.

The night was illuminated by the sword light again.

Lin Yisong's sword is like Juanjuan, and then it travels thousands of miles to form a river and goes straight into the sea. Then the water flows into fog, and the water mist rises into clouds in the clear sky.

Lou Tingyu's sword is like a flowing cloud from the sky, floating without a trace, like the floating clouds flowing across the cliffs on the waist of Langya Peak, quietly leaving no trace with the wind.

In the end, endless floating clouds block the view, gathered into dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and then thunder turned into rain and fell into the earth and flowed into streams.

The two swords are mutually reborn and complement each other, like the flow of yin and yang is endless.

Water becomes fog, fog becomes clouds, clouds become rain, and rain becomes water.

If you continue in such an infinite cycle, you will deal with the truth behind this world. It is the irreversible law of human power and the law of heaven and earth.

The two of them presented this rule with their swords.

The spirit scorpions and black beetles felt the power of heaven and earth, and dared not get close to them, and some were even slowly retreating, causing the insect tide to show signs of collapse.

Even if the old man kept giving orders not far away, he could not stop this sign.

"The world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is vast. I have heard of the long-lasting Xuanhuang sword, which can deduce the rules of the world. Today I am open to my eyes."

The old man waved his stick to force the sick girl to retreat. Looking at the sword light and the vision of clouds and water coexisting when the two of them swung their swords, he exclaimed: "The young master said that the three peaks of Qingzhu, Blood Cloud and Ziyun are not easy to mess with, and they are indeed amazing."

The sick man holds a short sword, and the old man uses a stick. The so-called one inch short and one inch long and one inch strong.

But the sick man is open and honest, and his sword moves are open and upright.

The old man is insidious and cunning, and the stick method he uses is also tricky and extremely vicious.

Such a contrasting person and weapon are inconsistent in the hands of the two, and even gives people the feeling of "he should have used this weapon".

Although the threat of the insect tide has been temporarily curbed, the situation has not improved, and the sick man still cannot do anything to the old man. If he wants to decide the winner, he must at least take a hundred moves.

Besides, the sword technique that contains the power of law is used by two disciples from the cave realm who have not yet seen the mystery of heaven and earth. How long can it last?

Although the two swords are powerful, how many poisons can be strangled after entering the insect tide?

Lou Tingyu couldn't help but think that if Feng Xiaohan was here, he had many powerful swords with a large attack range, the situation could be easily cracked.

Lu Yingfeng also thought of this, but thought, "If Xiaohan is here, just relying on the sword intention of killing the heart is enough to scare away these poisons. How can there be a lot of means?"

Only then did everyone realize that when it comes to adversity, Feng Xiaohan is the most important thing.

Seeing that he could not win with the old man for a long time, the sick man became a little anxious. The sword force became more rapid. The powerful sword light enveloped the old man, and the opponent could only passively defend.

It seems to have the upper hand, but in fact it is the old man who is invincible because he only needs defense to consume a lot of energy from the sick.

The realm of Lou Tingyu and Lin Yisong is still there, but his vitality has been exhausted. At this time, he is supported by his tenacious will, and the vision of the sword move is much more illusory.

The aura formed around the disciples has also become much weaker.

Lu Yingfeng shook his head and took a step forward, folded the fan and held it in his hand, as if he was holding the hilt of a sword.

Fatty Bai thought about it and took a step forward.

Bai Wen, Dongfang Han, Gu Shan stood up when he looked at each other.

They still have enough energy. After the two senior brothers' swords were exhausted, they used their strongest moves and methods to create another safe field for other disciples.

Several people had sword energy in their chests, sword energy was everywhere, and their eyes were shining.

Just as Lou Tingyu and his two men were completely exhausted from their clouds and water swords, the five men shouted loudly and showed their unique skills.

The sword light once again enveloped everyone.

In an instant, strange phenomena arose.
Chapter completed!