The Sword Dynasty

The attitude of the practitioner of Lushan Jianzong when he said this sentence was also very random. Chen Lizhen’s body could not keep shaking, but it was speechless.

"It's ok."

Xu Fuhua took a deep breath, but it was calm, and then slowly walked toward an empty space.

"I do not like this."

Chen Lizhen went to the opposite side of Xu Weihua, and said something painfully.

"Because I don't want to let it, I am suffering." Xu Lihua didn't look at Chen Lijun, just looking at the sky above Chen's head, calmly said.

Chen Lijun’s breathing, silent for a moment, still painfully said: “After all, we used to be good friends.”

"I know, after all, we are good friends, so I don't want to say anything if I hurt people." Xu Weihua said slowly and earnestly: "The next battle, I will do my best, there will be no hand to stay. So you don't have to pay attention."

Chen Lizhen looked at Xu Weihua. "Your injury is too heavy."

Xu Weihua laughed and laughed at himself: "Even if you can only play one game, it is good to help them solve the opponent who is ranked fifth in a talented book."

"You can still win me!"

When I heard the words of Xu Weihua, Chen Lizhen suddenly became angry. "Why is this time, you still obsessed!"

Xu Lihua lowered her head and looked at the angry Chen Lizhen, but calmly raised her hand and said: "Please."

Chen Lijun’s anger is like throwing into a cold lake. Looking at Xu’s calm eyebrows, Chen Lijun knows what to say, even if it is regenerated with anger.

His left hand grasped the hilt of the waist, and then he leaned against Xu Weihua and said: "Please."

All the eyes of the onlookers were gathered on the two men.

Not only because this is a confrontation between two friends representing different camps, but also because these two people represent the strongest strength of the young generation of Changling. In the eyes of most people, they rank the top in the talent list. When these people are really killed and killed, there is not much difference in their strength. Anything can happen.

For many people, even if they can't pass the sword test, such a strong battle is very meaningful.

Slightly represented on the humility, but this is not an extra action for Chen Lizhen in the battle.

As he was covered, his back slowly released a real element, pushing the air up the back of his slightly curved back. There was a little white air above his head, just like a cloud of clouds. Rising up.

Many of the eyes of the students flashed a shocking look.

After all, the strong ones that are not comparable to them, Chen Lizhen is only this one-handed style, but it is not cited, and the mysterious is hard to say.

"The fourth world!"

Zhang Yi involuntarily gave a whisper.

He perceives that in addition to the real yuan, Chen Lijun's body is still slowly releasing some different world strengths.

Four realms.

Only practitioners who have reached the fourth level can use the real elements to fuse some of the heavens and the earth in the body, turning their bodies into containers of heaven and earth, and releasing them in battle.

Zhang Yi’s cultivation has already reached the peak of the third world. I am afraid that there is only one layer of epiphany between the fourth and the fourth. However, this breakthrough is the most difficult step. Many people’s life is stuck in this step.

The gap at this level is not only the gap between the forces of the real forces, but also the gap between the fighting methods that many trilateral practitioners cannot understand.

When Chen Liqi started his hand, he showed the breath of the four worlds, which showed that he would also use his full strength. However, Xu’s eyes were calm and cold.

He stood still and did not move, and then straight forward a sword.

The sword in his hand is made of some spar, which is slightly thinner than the ordinary sword, and it is a light pink color, which looks very delicate.

However, as he swayed the sword, the air in front of him exudes a violent breath.

There are no sword marks.

However, more than ten feet away, there was a dark red light arc that was dizzy.

This light arc appeared directly behind Chen Lizhen and disappeared instantly.

A piece of sand splashed from the ground, and Chen’s figure disappeared in place. A curved sword mark appeared on the ground where he stood.

Chen Lizhen’s figure appeared outside the body.

“Thousands of months?”

Slightly looking at the curved sword mark, Chen Lizhen had some uncertain voices.

At the moment of his voice, Xu Weihua, who stood still, has already issued several swords.

Each of his swords broke out, and Chen Luyi’s body appeared a circle of light.

These light arcs are also dark red when they first appear. However, as the light arcs flash more and more in the air, these light arcs are brighter and brighter as they shine toward each other, and begin to become like a round of bright moon.

"It’s a thousand months, I can’t think of you finally getting it.”

Looking at such a scene, Chen Lizhen shook his head with some emotion and made another noise.

While speaking this sentence, he has also officially issued a sword.

Many people know that Chen Lizhen is left-handed. He is the left-handed Sword. When his left hand draws the sword out of the scabbard, the white cloud suspended above his head suddenly condenses into a drop of crystal water.

Chen Lijun's sword is all white, and these crystal water drops become white when the sword light shines.

With the separation of the sword and scabbard of his white sword, these crystal white beads did not fall, but rolled like a dew on the morning grass leaves with the breeze.

A round of the moon rises, and the sharp swords of the road are swaying toward Chen.

The white dewdrops that floated in the air disappeared, and the shattered water vapor formed a sword mark.

There is no sword mark that can be deceived into Chen Yi's one-footed one. It just feels the increasingly sharp swords around him, and Chen Li's eyes are not consciously picked up.

His sword-drawing posture has reached its limit, and the tip of the sword has completely separated from the scabbard.

He began to fight back.

His right hand stroked the sword, and the distance between the fingertips and the sharp blade was only a few hair strands.

A strand of heaven and earth continued to spurt out from his fingertips, colliding with the sharp blade, and then being cut into countless silks, scattered toward the surrounding air.

This is a very elegant sword, just like Fuqin.

However, many of the students who watched the battle changed their faces completely, and even Xia’s face became completely white.

Almost everyone can feel that the heaven and earth, which has been cut into countless wires, is not chaotic, but is very regular, forming a sword in the air!

Looking at simplicity, but relying on the real element and the casting of the heavens and the earth, the five fingers in the subtle movements directly form a sword symbol, which is subtle and subtle, and it is the general practitioner can master!

The chill in the air is suddenly happening!

It is obviously early summer, but with the condensation of this sword, there are countless transparent chills between the heavens and the earth.

The white dewdrops are frozen and defrosted in an instant.

The white dew is frost, and the piece of flying frost falls toward the Xu Pian flower that condenses Shi Jian.

Although the hoarfrost is gentle, it contains horrible power, dragging out a white line, and it looks like Chen Lizhen is controlling the numerous white swords and stabbing him.

Xu has a gaze.

He closed his eyes and the sword in his hand retracted.

Jianguang swirled around his body.

A piece of sword gas rises from the ground around him.

Sword gas crystal micro-belt powder, like the petals of countless lotus flowers.

"Thousands of lotuses!"

Chen Lizhen was a little surprised and some of the accidents made a sound.

Then there were countless clearing buzzing sounds in the air, and those white lines flew back and forth.

Chen Lijun’s right hand presses in the air in front.

His hands seem to have invisible an invisible big ball.

However, at this moment, many faint white lines passed through his body. There were many blood lines of different depths on his skin, and even dozens of red silks appeared on his white face.

"I have never really fought with you."

"It turns out that you are so strong."

However, Chen Lijun’s movement did not stop anyway, and his left-handed sword stabbed straight ahead.

The white Jianguang first collided with the invisible big ball that his right hand pressed.

Everyone heard a crack in the ear.

The invisible big ball formed by the real yuan and the heavens and earth is split into countless pieces.

In front of Chen Lizhen’s body, a white river appeared.

Xu Pianhua is difficult to breathe, and he coughs up hard and coughs.

His body is at its limit, but he still doesn't want to give up.

His left hand also fell on his hilt.

He had been unable to breathe by Chen Lijun’s sword, but at this time, he began to move forward.

His sword violently spun between his hands.

A straight and fiercely rotating sword gas emerged from the tip of the sword and condensed like a needle.

"Drilling the mountain needle!"

Someone screamed in shock.

The sword that condenses like a needle plunges into the middle of the white long river.

The small sword like a needle is like a boulder, and the white long river is falling.

Looking at this picture, Chen Lizhen slowly breathed.

Xu Weihua was his best friend before, but everything in this battle was very strange.

He silently looked at this rotating sword that condensed to the extreme, but did not make any changes, but just poured the true element into the sword in his hand.

"You won't succeed."

"You play with two defeats... You think I will be afraid of death and give you a chance."

"But you don't know enough about me."

He said indifferently in his heart.

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