The Sword Dynasty

Seeing that the long sword in the hands of Li Dao is about to smash the silver flying sword, the red robe man’s eyebrows flashed a smoky look, his left hand five-finger micro-bomb, the silver flying sword that had been trembled in a sharp flight. At the end, it suddenly vibrates more intensely.

When the number of gongs is loud, several pieces of air are violently shaken by the blade and instantly pressed into a crystal splash.

The silver flying sword seems to be about to break. At an incredible speed, it suddenly floats down and cuts to the neck of Li Dao.

There was a muffled sound in Li Daoji’s body, and a sharp burst of force violently struck between his palm and the hilt.

The hilt in his hand was red.

The pure black sword is erected in a flash.

However, in the next moment, the sword, which is almost as long as his own, is bent to the side under the impact of power.

The pure black blade brings out a fascinating flame, which is directly bent into a black crescent moon.

A certain part of the curved blade actually blocked the silver sword that floated down at an alarming speed. The two swords collided and did not emit a sharp metal shock. Instead, they met like two streams. A bang, bursting open countless air masses.

The man in the red robe was suddenly cold, and he screamed fiercely. His left hand, Wuzhi Puzhang, was forced to control the silver flying sword that had spattered more than ten feet. At the same time, his back had a fierce shock. An unusually thick bronze sword shook from the scabbard and fell to his front.

At this moment, his right hand stretched out to the front side, grabbing the hilt of the fallen bronze sword, but before that, a scarlet medicinal herb had also flew from his right hand sleeve. Out, falling into his mouth.

A bang.

This is just the entrance of the scarlet medicinal herb of the size of the soy bean. There was a terrible roar in his throat, which instantly turned into a scarlet airflow and poured into his belly.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

The long sword in the hands of Li Dao is still like a black moon, and the sword has not yet bounced back.

However, the body of the red robe man has already advanced.

The ground under his feet has been hollowed down silently.

The reason why it is silent is that even the sound is too late to spread.

The bronze sword was flying forward with the wind blowing from his body, and the thick sword slid forward sharply against the palm of his right hand.

In every tiny time of contact with the palm of his right hand, there is a large amount of real elements flowing from the palm of the red robe man into the sword of the bronze sword.

The sword of the bronze sword illuminates.

A straight line of lines is as if it has been completely polished by his palm, from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

The man in the red robe finally grasped the hilt.

A bang, this time, the knocking sound at his feet was introduced into the auricles of people far away.

A fierce flame ignited from his generous sword.

This kind of flame is blue, like the fire in some Dan furnaces.

The red robe man's face is on a cyan flame, but it is a scarlet, like a thick red mercury powder that has to penetrate from his skin.

The air in front of him was smashed by the giant sword that fired the blue flame in his hand and his body bluntly, forming two winds that expanded to the sides.

He stepped in front of Li Daoji, and the giant sword in his hand did not look like a sword at all. Like a huge steel rod, his head was squatting, and the blue flame suddenly rose sharply, and it turned out to form a blue furnace. !

Li Daoji’s original narrow eyes became a narrow line under the dazzling light of the blue flame.

He knows he can't retire.

As soon as the retreat, the oncoming giant sword will be rolled forward again, and the burning blue flame will be even stronger.

The left hand that he had been hanging on his side also fell on his red hilt. The black sword singularly gushes a group of white heaven and earth, just like there is a huge white horn in his Drilled out in the long sword.

Without any cleverness, the long sword in his hand collided with the oncoming giant sword.

The red robe man was sulking.

His body fell back, but this moment, it has completely filled his body's potency, but once again gave him strong support, his body firmly in place, the giant sword in his hand is still moving forward.

The wind was once again rolled up between the fields.

The carriage on the side of Li Dao was turned over on one side in the wind, one wheel was suspended, and the other side of the wheel axle made a hoarse and audible friction.

Boom!

Li Daoji’s body was like a collision with several chariots. He flew more than ten feet in an instant and slammed into a banyan tree at the rear.

His face was pale and snowy, but his lips were bright and bloody.

There was some blood on his back, and the bark of the trunk of the eucalyptus tree that had been hit by it all burst open. Numerous leaves that had already been withered were separated from the branches and fell.

Numerous floating yellow leaves wrap a swordsman with a fleshy back.

This beautiful scene only makes people think of the end.

The red robe man's body floated a bit of uncomfortable dryness. He knew that this was a side effect of the immortality. However, he still felt a heartfelt joy when he saw such a picture.

However, at this time, his breathing suddenly broke.

He felt a breath of death coming from the top.

There are only yellow leaves floating above.

"wrong!"

His eyelids shrank sharply. At this moment, he saw a piece of yellow leaves that fluttered, and he clung to a small sword with a yellow body.

This small sword has only the length of two yellow leaves, which rotates along with the yellow leaves and dances like no weight.

The man in the red robe gave great fear in his heart. His left hand trembled, and the silver sword suspended on his side flew sharply toward the fallen yellow flying sword with his mind.

Oh...

Countless sounds of dense percussion sounded above his head.

All the yellow leaves were smashed by the vertical and horizontal swords. However, the man in the red robe was whiter and he found that he could not keep up with the speed of the yellow sword.

Li Daoyun raised his head in silence.

The eucalyptus tree whose back and trunk bursted broke away, involving numerous blood lines.

The blood line was not broken in the air, but his people had already arrived in front of the red robe man.

The sword in his hand smashed out in front of the red robe man. The black sword was bent and shaken in the air, falling into the eyes of everyone, but it turned into dozens of black apertures of different sizes.

Dozens of black apertures bloomed in front of the red robe man.

The face of the red robe man suddenly became extremely white, and the giant sword that had just risen in his hand froze in the air.

It has no meaning at all.

He couldn’t feel the time when the real sword shadow would fall in the dozens of apertures in front of him, and it was only this distraction. His silver sword had completely lost the dead leaf-like sword. Traces.

"puff"……

It seems that it is only a low-pitched sound. However, the man in the red robe has numerous wounds at the same time, and has spewed countless thin blood arrows.

When the sound is muffled.

The bronze giant sword in the hands of the red robe fell to the ground.

Then, his body fell weakly and sat down on the ground.

The silver flying sword, like a silver light in the air, fell into a courtyard in the rear fish market.

"how is this possible…"

The red robe man looked so desolate, even his hair was soaked by his own blood. His face was also covered with countless blood beads. The body felt unusually cold because of a lot of blood loss, and it could not be contained.

He was shocked and looked at the Li Dao, who was beginning to silently deal with the back wounds. His pale lips were slightly moving. "How can you win me?"

Li Daoji had some difficulty pulling out a few wooden thorns that were deeply nailed into his back, and at the same time, he used his foot to pick up the residual sword wrapped in cloth under the banyan tree.

He didn't look at the red robe man, nor did he control the blood line that he had pulled out of his lips. He just turned slowly and walked to the carriage on one side.

"why?"

The red robe man’s emotional out of control was called out. “It’s clear that your flying sword and swordsmanship are above me. Why didn’t you dare to make a white sheep hole before? Why didn’t you kill me directly?”

Hearing the man's screaming, Li Daoji slowly turned his body.

He used a voice that only two people could hear, and said coldly: "I don't have a white sheep hole, not because I am afraid of you, but I don't have to prove anything. I don't kill you because we Koreans themselves. There are no more deaths. In Dao'an, my former brother, you are the only relative I have in this world."

The figure of Li Daoji disappeared into the carriage.

The carriage with some abnormal sound on the axle began to slowly move away.

The red robe man was sitting in the ground for a moment, and he even forgot to stop bleeding for himself.

Around the end of the battle, in a deadly street, there was a sudden sound of countless sounds of cold air and horror.

"Who is that person!"

"What sword is used by that man!"

......

The battle between the man named Dao'an and Li Daoji is very short-lived. In the eyes of ordinary people, perhaps not like the rest of the fifth-level practitioners playing so dangerous, so striking.

Because in some of the battles they had seen about flying swords, the flying swords were fierce and changed to the extreme. The flying swords sometimes fell sharply from the sky like rain lines, sometimes slamming against the ground, stirring up large pieces of dust. Hidden in the dust, even flying silently out of the ground, or after winding around the wall, piercing through the wall.

In those battles, the flying swords of both sides will not know how many times in the air, and the flying Mars will open countless golden sparks on the sides of the practitioners.

However, many people around the fish market are not ordinary people, so in their eyes, Li Daoji and Dao’an’s short battles are more dangerous and more suffocating.

At the beginning of Dao'an's flying swords, the simple decision to let you know that changes are hard to resist is often from the hands of practitioners who have experienced many military slaughters.

Because in that kind of chaos, they must solve the threatening opponents faster and easier, otherwise they will be killed by the swordsmen who are usually not threatened.

In the next moment, Dao'an even directly swallowed the stimulating potential of the medicinal herbs. This kind of battle, Dan Jiandao, which is matched with Dan Jian, is a common means used by the practitioners of the original Korean dynasty.

However, with the demise of the Korean dynasty, such medicinal herbs have become increasingly rare, and practitioners who are so skilled in using Dan kendo means are becoming rarer.

Rarely, it means more difficult to deal with.

However, such a strong man could not beat the swordsman who left in the carriage.

Moreover, the swordsman, in Changling, seems to be a famous person who is not known.

At least at this moment, many people who have seen the fish market do not know Li Dao.