Martial arts god-level skin system

"Who does this Su Yu think he is, he actually wants to let Uncle Feng have three swords, I am afraid that after one sword, he will already be in a different place, this is his own death, it is really heaven to help me." "

Yue Buqun sneered, saying in his heart that Su Yu must be crazy, since he was looking for death himself, let his uncle fulfill him.

The three thousand Huashan disciples, as well as Ning Zhongze, Ling Hu Chong and the others, also thought that Su Yu was crazy.

"Su Yu, what is he doing?"

Seeing Feng Qingyang angrily walking towards Su Yu, Dongfang Undefeated's absolutely beautiful face couldn't help but feel a touch of hidden worry.

However, she believed that Su Yu must have his reasons for doing this.

"Gongzi!"

Yilin's eyes were full of anxiety, her powder fists were clenched tightly, her nails pierced into her palms, and she didn't know the pain.

Only Su Yu remained in her eyes, and his opponent Feng Qingyang, she was too worried and nervous.

The next moment.

The wind Qingyang came to Su Yu's face, the long sword buzzed, a move of Cangsong greeted the guests, swept Su Yu's face door, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly flew, the fierce wind blew on the face like a knife cut, I couldn't tell whether it was a fierce wind or sword qi.

"First sword. "

Su Yu opened his mouth lightly, his toes tapped the ground, his body flew backwards, rolling up the sky full of snow, spilling the sky, and his posture was ethereal, which was really beautiful.

"Boy, you're good at it. "

Feng Qingyang fell into the air, nodded slightly, and the long sword slashed downward, splitting Mount Hua with force.

Thundered!

The long sword carries tens of millions of qi, moving clouds and flowing water, hooking unscrupulously, instantly locking Su Yu's retreat, if Su Yu continues to retreat, his body will be crushed by the sword qi immediately.

"Second sword. "

Su Yu's face was calm and calm, and while he opened his mouth lightly, the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, the ground slammed and shattered, his body slammed to the ground, and he catapulted into the air, gently avoiding the enemy's strangle.

The old man underestimated you, but this last sword, I see how you deal with it!"

Feng Qingyang struck the air with two consecutive swords, losing face, and the third sword must defeat Su Yu.

At this moment, he looked up at Su Yu in mid-air, his subordinates were not merciful at all, and directly used all their cultivation, and a sword was heavily provoked!

Thundered!

The long sword turned into a starlight, rose from the ground, rushed to the heavenly dome, the brilliance was magnificent, the color of the heaven and earth changed, the moment this sword appeared, the flying snow exploded in the air!

The sword qi that destroyed everything, like a dragon going to sea, like an electric lightning, was already powerful to an unimaginable level, and no one in the whole world could resist except the undefeated in the east.

"Third sword. "

Feeling the terrifying sword qi coming from below, as if he was going to twist his body to smithereens, from the bottom up, Su Yu couldn't help frowning.

The Green Frost Sword, which had already been unsheathed, slightly fine-tuned and turned its edge, facing the earth-shattering sword below with the usual blocking style.

Wow!

The attack of the wind and clear collapsed and dissipated, and the power that destroyed everything was actually unloaded, unable to cause any damage to Su Yu.

"This, this, this, how is this possible?"

Above the snowy mountain, Yue Buqun was stunned, he couldn't believe it.

"I'm not mistaken!"

"Three swords, all three swords were cracked by Su Yu. "

"That's Uncle Fengtai's Dugu Nine Sword!"

The three thousand Huashan disciples were full of surprise and shock, and one after another they looked at Su Yu's gaze, revealing a look of horror and jealousy.

"Su Yu, what kind of cultivation are you?"

Dongfang Undefeated stood on the snow, and his beautiful eyes were full of curiosity.

Since knowing Su Yu, she has experienced too many strangeness, and Su Yu seems to be shrouded in a veil of mystery, unfathomable and omnipotent, making her more and more curious.

At this moment, in the middle of the battlefield.

"Three swords have passed, now, take me a sword!"

The cold words sounded.

The Green Frost Sword turned into a cold light, swept through the long sky, pierced the flying snow, and bloomed in front of the clear wind with an indescribable and exquisite trajectory.

"You you you, what kind of sword technique are you!"

Feng Qingyang was shocked, his body was shocked, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and everything was eclipsed.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword, a sword of heaven and earth!

No one can describe how beautiful and brilliant this sword is, because this is no longer a mortal sword, it has reached the level of immortal Buddhas.

"Funeral Snow Sword Art!"

The faint words sounded, and the sword light flashed away.

After Su Yu's sword, he stood quietly on the snow, and on the green frost sword he held in his hand, there was snow on the tip of the sword, and there was also blood, which was the blood of the wind.

"What a terrifying sword technique!"

Feng Qingyang stood opposite Su Yu, his eyes full of fear and admiration.

At this moment, there was an extra sword mark at the mouth of his heart, a thin and narrow sword mark, flowing blood, blood spilled on the snow, like a red plum blooming, the picture was poignant and suffocatingly beautiful.

"You, you shouldn't be nosy!"

Su Yu sighed and shook his head, blowing lightly on the tip of the sword.

He blows snow and the blood of his enemies.

The tip of the sword buzzed and vibrate, and the blood fell on the snow, as if dust had settled, as if to announce that the era of clear wind had passed and a new era had arrived.

"The old man has practiced swords all his life... To be able to die under this sword... Die without regret..."

Poof!

The wind was clear like a crumbling building, and it fell heavily,

"Uncle Fengtai!"

Ling Hu Chong roared sadly, ran over, and knelt in front of Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang has a gift for him, and what he respects the most is Feng Qingyang, but now, Feng Qingyang was killed by Su Yu, and it was killed with a sword.

"Chong'er... Don't avenge me... After I died... Huashan sent the mountain to seal the mountain!"

After Feng Qingyang said the last sentence, his neck was crooked, he passed away, and he never woke up again.

However, there was no pain on his face, on the contrary, a smile and contentment.

He dedicated his life to the sword, and in the end, he could die under the invincible sword art of the world and witness the rise of a new generation of sword gods, what a glory?

"Uncle Fengtai!!"

Ling Hu Chong hugged the body of the wind and cried out in sadness.

Ning Zhong, Yue Lingshan and the others also walked over, kneeling in front of the body of the clear wind, wiping their tears and grieving.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, kill the Grandmaster Ninefold Peak, the wind is clear, the points are +5500!"

In your ears, a prompt sounds.

Su Yu put his sword back into its sheath and nodded in satisfaction.

"Ximen blowing snow, burial snow swordsmanship, really didn't let me down!"

No one can see Ximen Chuixue out of his sword, because those who see him out of the sword have been buried by Bai Xue and become the souls under his sword, and Feng Qingyang is no exception.

"Su Yu, it turns out that your sword skills are so strong that even I have been deceived by you. "

Dongfang Undefeated looked at Su Yu with a smile.

Yi Lin stood next to him, there was no panic on his face, instead, some were surprised and proud, Gongzi personally killed the previous generation of sword gods, wouldn't that mean that Gongzi is this generation of sword gods.

And yet, right then.

"The three thousand disciples of Huashan obeyed the order, Su Yu killed the seniors of this sect, everyone went up together, killed Su Yu, and took revenge!"

Suddenly, Yue Buqun stood in front of the three thousand disciples and opened his mouth to order loudly.

The wind is clear and dead, and no one can protect him. Fortunately, he still had three thousand Huashan disciples, and even if Su Yu's sword technique was high, he would eventually be submerged by the sea of people.