The wheel bones were rolling. Chu Yao also nervously grabbed the tail of the white bull. But he said that the sword Jiang Wang used to force Ning Shuangrong back was the "One Line of Sky". It was just right to respond to the extreme sharpness of the extreme sharpness.

With one step, he trampled the blue clouds into pieces. He rushed after Ning Shuangrong's flying figure, and with another sword, a line of sky appeared! Looking up at Duanhun Gorge, the sky was like a line, and the same was true for Wenjian Gorge.

The miraculous workmanship of heaven and earth naturally creates a line. And he walks with his sword and decisively cuts through the line. There is a line vertically, a line horizontally. A line between heaven and earth. A line between life and death!

Ning Shuangrong retreated again and again, her embroidered cloth shoes fluttering in the air. One after another, the flowers of sword energy bloomed and faded with her steps. Her eyes were like withered flowers, and the spring spirit was gone in an instant.

.Therefore, her sword is full of emotions, which makes people love and care for her. The sword flowers are stepped on under her feet, and the sword flowers bloom on her sword. The flowers have faded, and people are about to burrow. She is a master of swordsmanship, I miss you Nujiao!

Jiang Wang's current swordsmanship is definitely that of a god's sword. [One Line of Sky] is the ultimate in his sword will and sword moves, and should not be taken lightly.

Forced to this point by Jiang Wang, Ning Shuangrong had no choice but to retreat. Her momentum was gradually exhausted, she died first and then regenerated! Layers of sword energy, sword intention, and sword pads gathered together.

They disperse, disperse and gather again, just like flowers blooming and fading endlessly.

The two men chased from one end to the other, killing and chasing each other, chasing more than 300 people through the long Wenjian Gorge. The line of sky finally reached the end, and its momentum was over.

Ning Shuangrong crushed the sword flower into pieces, rushed out with her sword, and fought back brazenly!

The sword flowers that had fallen along the way all reappeared at this moment, encircling Jiang Wang! Unexpectedly, the wind suddenly rose, and the sword flowers bloomed all over Wenjian Gorge.

This scene was so beautiful that the dangers in it were almost ignored. Chu Mo was fascinated by it for a moment, and the white bull chasing after him couldn't take his eyes away either. "What a swordsmanship!"

Jiang Wang couldn't help but admired.

At this moment, his eyes were clear, as if reflecting those countless moonlit nights where swords were danced.

It has nothing to do with grudges, responsibility, or anything else. At this moment, he just wants to pursue the victory of the purest sword.

His emotions and enthusiasm were lifted to the point of breaking in an instant, and he raised his sword once again! Ning Shuangrong, who has passed through the same realm with metal arts, is afraid that there are not many people in the world who are prepared for such a situation.

Courage. Especially when Ning Shuangrong detonated this Niannu Jiaojian style.

Each sword flower is the ultimate expression of sword energy and sword intention, carved by the truly talented swordsmen of the sword pavilion over the years. Each sword flower is full of murderous intent!

Or the flowers are blooming brilliantly, and the sword energy is intense. Or the fallen flowers are exposed to the rain, hurting the liver and intestines... Each sword flower requires a different response. One wrong step can cause a chain reaction to occur in an instant.

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While Jiang Wang was coming and going with only a herringbone sword, he acted out all the living beings he had ever seen. Some were proud, some were sad, some were sad, some were happy.

He walked gracefully among the endless sword flowers. The green blade in his hand suddenly swung around, and by coincidence, he shattered the sword flowers that came towards his face. It was a romantic young man who wandered among the flowers! This was really divine.

swordsmanship.

The blue-shirted figure passed by, and the sword flowers in the sky were shattered and extinguished.

But in that kind of withering, Ning Shuangrong actually smiled with relief. Did Dugu Wudi really regard her as an opponent? What was the Marquis Wu'an of Qi thinking in his heart and his attitude? At this time, what else?

critical?

At this moment, it is truly a matter of answering sword with sword.

And isn't what she has been pursuing the most extreme clash of swordsmanship and the purest aesthetics of swordsmanship? "Today is a good encounter, and I am lucky to see life and death!" She smiled so, and drank so softly.

At this moment, the brilliant sword intent came out of nowhere, making her black hair dance wildly. The next sword was the strongest swordsmanship she had ever created. It has also been listed as the ultimate swordsmanship in the sword pavilion... [Happy Meeting]!::

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Chapter completed!