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There are so many beauty in the world, which one can compare to the love between two people and then live and die together?

Li Xiuyuan has nothing to ask for!

He has nothing to ask for, he has nothing to want, he has no desires and no desires, and his sword is even more powerful.

He knew very well the gap between his cultivation level and Yan Kaitian. In front of such a strong man with the peak of spiritual orifices and extremely terrifying defense, his sword pursuit only has one word fast.

Because he could not bear any attack from Yan Kaitian after he released his cultivation level. He could only win quickly and not give his opponent any chance to take action.

The seventh pose of the nameless Eleven Sword.

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There were still several generals wearing armor in the camp. After detecting the movement outside the tent, they knew that something had happened to the rest of the assassin. Just as they were about to leave the tent to capture it, they suddenly felt a slight and sharp sword wind blowing at their faces. They still had no time to react, Li Xiuyuan was quick

The sword had already approached Yan Kaitian's back.

Yan Kaitian Lingjiu Realm has terrible soul perception.

From the sword energy trajectory and the low sword sound frequency that ordinary people cannot detect, it can be instantly concluded that this is another Wuming Eleven Sword starting style, even if he did not turn around at all.

Without eyesight, you can tell the opponent's sword path, so you naturally don't need to turn around when dealing with it.

His body tended to be tilted. He had already calculated the landing point and timing of the sword, and he was only waiting for the long sword to stab. However, in the next moment, Yan Kaitian, who noticed that the trajectory of the sword energy was deviated from the expected one, frowned slightly.

"Do you know that you don't dare to take risks when using Yijian, and want to take advantage of the opportunity to hand out the second sword?"

Yan Kaitian is worthy of being the one who Ye Weiyang is determined to eliminate even if he is determined. It is really terrible to determine the way by just the wind marks caused by the deviation of Li Xiuyuan's sword energy.

However, although Li Xiuyuan's temporary change of sword path made him slightly surprised, he was just a little surprised. Since he knew a lot about the Wuming Eleven Swords, how could he not expect some variables after the first sword?

He stretched his eyebrows and showed some contempt in the corners of his eyes: "Is it expected that the second move of the Wuming Eleven Sword?"

His toes were slightly moved, and he was ready to dodge the second sword.

His heart was as calm as water, and he still silently calculated the time when the sword arrived, but Li Xiuyuan's sword suddenly stabbed earlier than expected.

Yan Kaitian, who exposed his back to his opponent, suddenly felt cold.

"So fast!"

According to his understanding of the Unknown Eleven Swords, there is a gap in the transformation of sword moves between the first and second styles. It takes time to fill this insignificant gap, even if it is just a blink of an eye, it is enough for him to respond.

But Li Xiuyuan's sudden sword transformation was like a move of flowing water. There was no gap between the splicing of the two swords, and the sword force increased even more, as if the original two swords were stacked exponentially and the tiger was stabbed out like a tiger out of the gate.

Yan Kaitian, who despised his opponent, felt the force under this sword, and he was helpless and pierced by a sword. Li Xiuyuan took advantage of the situation and lifted the sword, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the robes under the camp were covered with shattering.

sky.

A brief silence came in the tent, and the quiet place was as terrifying as the ghosts of the dead.

Several generals looked at Ye Xingyi's beautiful scholar holding a long sword incredibly. The same sword technique was completely different from what he had seen just now.

Yan Kaitian, who was dodging with his naked upper body, was also looking at the killer Ye Weiyang who claimed to be a scholar. I have to say that the sword just now made him almost say that if it weren't for the protective energy, he might have risen up with a sword.

The raging sword energy will really hurt the flesh.

He narrowed his eyes and reexamined Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan was also watching him.

No matter what kind of thinking is, whether you are worried about Chu Chan's heart fighting against everyone, you are afraid that the longer you spend, so that Yan Kaitian will have more opportunities to see through the true mystery of the Unknown Eleven Swords, Li Xiuyuan knows the remaining time

not much.

In the case of a huge gap in realms, the Wuming Eleven Swords emphasize unexpected speed. It not only refers to the fast sword, but also the fast sword.

So when Li Xiuyuan's eyes looked at him again, he set out his sword again.

It is still the starting style of the Wuming Eleven Sword, but compared with the previous sword, it is faster and has a stronger sword power.

"Come again?"

"This sword is faster and the sword wind is stronger."

"Is it a simple starting move? Or is it the same trick that just now?"

At this moment, Yan Kaitian, whom he saw with his own eyes, became more and more confused and fell into deep thought.

He had already thought he had already understood the six-style sword moves of Wuming, and suddenly had a terrible illusion, just like when he first encountered Mo Ming using this sword technique to break his defense. Just six-style sword moves,

However, dozens of changes were used in the hands of this beautiful young man, but he was helpless.

He was very angry.

He clenched his fists.

The energy of the spiritual orifice cultivation level was released without reservation, and he told himself that he should start to be serious.

"No matter how fast your sword is, no matter what kind of sword path changes are hidden after this starting move, the difference in cultivation is the difference in cultivation. Heaven's way has been ten thousand years. Have you ever seen Wuqi defeated the God-Spirited Saint in the First Realm? This farce

It's time to end!"

Yan Kaitian took action.

With one foot shaking, smoke and dust suddenly rose in the tent.

All the shavings and gravels on the ground bounced up in an instant, and then hung in the air. Yan Kaitian then held up his palms and pushed them outwards, and the terrifying waves of air were pushed forward like a storm of rage.

Li Xiuyuan's pupils shrank slightly. With his current cultivation level, he was like an egg hitting a stone, so he had to connect to the second sword of the Wuming Eleven Sword in advance.

Before the first sword was accumulated, the sword force was quickly turned into a sword. The power of this sword was destined to be reduced.

The body flashed through the air waves in a tricky arc, and the air waves spread out and then shattered the camp. Li Xiuyuan soared into the sky, and his sword energy rushed to the night sky, and then left a straight sword mark in the night sky like a flying star falling. The sword fell.

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"As it true that the same trick is still used again?" Yan Kaitian raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

He was almost injured by this sword just now. How could he make the same mistake twice in a row?

The palm of his hand was exploring, and the halberd of Bu character standing beside him flew into his hand. Yan Kaitian accumulated strength to sweep across, and suddenly a strong wind swept Li Xiuyuan in the angry tornado.

Seeing this, Chu Chanxin, who was surrounded by heavy siege, quickly got rid of several entangled soldiers. She took the opportunity to jump up and swung seven swords to slash at the angry tornado.

Li Xiuyuan, who was trapped in the anger tornado's body, was flying everywhere without control, and he smelled the bloody smell in his throat. He knew that he had suffered internal injuries. He was already desperate and had no way out, and suddenly saw the anger tornado's neat ray.

The crack was like a sword slashing into the lake water and the lake water gradually healed.

Li Xiuyuan looked painful.

The strength and inertia in the Rage Tornado were too strong, so he could not control his body.

In desperation, he threw out the sword in his hand with force. The iron sword flew out everywhere and ran back and forth, and drew dozens of sword energy and sword marks in the center of the tornado, which looked like a talisman and more like a book.

Li Xiuyuan was naturally not in the mood to practice writing and writing. His eyes were locked in the track of the iron sword. When the iron sword hit a wall again and turned back towards him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That's now!

The iron sword flew over and he reached out and clenched it.

The iron sword turned back again with the remaining force of the sword force, just taking Li Xiuyuan's uncontrollable body away from the power range of the Rage Tornado. He held the iron sword body in his hand and followed the sword with the momentum, taking advantage of the situation to shoot another sword, and his body turned into a clear power. Rin's cold light escaped from the sword marks that the tornado gradually healed.

Li Xiuyuan's figure reappeared under the night starry sky.

He knew that it was Zen's heart that saved him.

So when he escaped from the angry tornado, he habitually searched for Chu Chanxin's figure among countless crowded Dayan soldiers.

He saw her.

When he saw her, she was hit hard from the back by Yan Kaitian's esophagus dancing with Bu, and then vomited blood.

Li Xiuyuan shouted angrily: "No!"

With a few dodges, he rushed towards Chu Chanxin who had fallen from mid-air.

Holding his slender and weak waist, Li Xiuyuan held Chu Chanxin in his arms and landed on the camp where Dayan's iron armor was surrounded by water.

Li Xiuyuan couldn't care about his life and death.

He held Chu Chan's heart and lived alone for a few years without fear or fear of losing a person like this at this moment.

He cried.

Chu Chanxin, who was pale, had all his muscles and bones on his back. Her lips were bright red and blood stained with her breathing weakly. She stared at Li Xiuyuan's face and smiled miserably: "When I was a child, I met a monk You Fang, who said Zen Xin In this life, he will die in the arms of a person. That person is a scholar. The monk said that he came from the future and said that he returned to his previous life to cultivate fate and to repair his fate with the Zen mind in the next three lives. Is that person you?"