Martial arts: the beginning of the dragon and elephant prajna great success

The joy and pain between people are never interlinked.

It was as if no one could have imagined what kind of torture the three chief commanders of the Blood Sea Department were enduring at this moment.

In their eyes, the whole world has been lost.

Only one sword remained.

A sword that could take their lives at any time, but didn't do so.

The magic skill that was used to run rampant in the past has the ability to move the sky and change the earth, and can quickly repair the injury. Of course, it took the life of a disciple of Youquan Sect who also practiced the same martial arts.

But... who cares?

The martial arts taught by Youquan have always been above and below.

Subordinates are always ants.

They can treat the ordinary disciples of Youquan Sect in this way, and the Second Master can also treat them in the same way.

The leader of Youquan is aloof, so he can naturally ask for anything from all the disciples in Youquan.

For them, this is a matter of justice.

What's more, they think that this is an opportunity to contribute to their god religion.

From then on, I was born for others, and he was born for teachers.

It is the so-called, the nether world never dies, and the underworld never dries up.

In a sense, the Youquan scripture actually connects the entire Youquan religion from top to bottom into a whole.

Instead of being frightened by it, they are proud and self-satisfied.

But today... this proud magic skill did not give them the slightest sense of security.

Even if they use it with all their strength, it can only become a tool for them to survive.

Just because of the sword in front of him that made the world lose its color.

The three of them no longer knew how long they had persisted, nor did they know what parts were missing from their bodies.

It could be an arm, it could be a leg, it could be a palm, it could be a nose and an ear.

Every sword of Su Mo was taking away something from them.

But try to control it as much as possible so as not to take their lives.

Su Mo hopes to be able to produce the No.15 sword, because he doesn't know if he will have such a good opportunity in the future.

And the Three Commanders... they just want to live.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that they have never had a moment, more than now, to understand what is... Youquan!

As if in a dark and infinite environment, suffering from all directions, tens of millions of years have passed.

Finally, Su Mo smiled.

Accompanied by this hint of a smile, he made another sword strike.

And this is already the No.15 sword!

At the moment when Su Mo's No.15 sword was released, the three masters suddenly felt that the world in front of them became clear again.

It's no longer the kind of haze, only chilling.

There is no other feeling except the sword.

It makes them feel like they have a chance.

In the battle of life and death, an instant is eternity.

The three masters are all experts in this way, so naturally they will not give up the slightest chance.

Immediately, the three major magic arts were operating separately, and in an instant, the disciples in Xuanji Valley screamed endlessly.

On the contrary, people in the righteous way are very surprised.

Why is it that the guy on the other side died by himself?

For some reason, I wondered if I had practiced some magical skills that I didn't know about?

In just a moment, the surroundings of the three commanding masters have already moved out of the torrential river of blood, circulating endlessly around the three of them.

During the boiling, it turned into a torrent of huge waves, tumbling endlessly.

Wei Ziyi's pupils contracted:

"Blood waves!"

At this time, it has come to the most critical moment. The three masters circulated their whole body's internal energy and used all their strength to create a wave of blood. Led by the energy and blood of more than a hundred Youquan Sect disciples, it swept towards him suddenly.

And Su Mo's sword also stabbed out at this time!

This sword is actually not gorgeous.

It doesn't have much sword spirit.

But extremely pure.

Pure to unpretentious.

Plain to ordinary.

So common, it seemed like an ordinary, simple stab.

It simply pierced the bloody waves condensed by the three major magic arts.

It was as if, it wasn't a wave of blood, nor was it a unique move, it was just an ordinary piece of red silk.

As soon as the sword edge passes, it will naturally be divided into two sides without any effort!

Then, the sword moved forward and pierced the necks of two people.

But it is not clear whether he took the initiative to pierce the necks of these two people, or those two people sent their necks to his sword and died by his sword.

In the end, the sword penetrated into the throat of Tibetan real person.

Everything is simple and reasonable.

It's as if, this is just the simplest truth between heaven and earth.

And this... is the truth of death!

This is the sword of ultimate killing, the sword is used for nothing but to kill people.

"What... is this sword technique?"

The hidden real person was still alive for a while, and there was no light in his eyes, and it seemed that there was only one obsession left.

"The Thirteen Swords of Death."

Su Mo grinned: "Thank you three for your cooperation, and finally let me use this last sword."

With this sword shot, Su Mo was quite satisfied.

Three days ago, he sent the dart to Liu Suifeng.

After that, on the second day, the system settlement was completed, and the final result was the Thirteen Deadly Swords!

The system reward is naturally the swordsmanship that has reached its pinnacle.

But the problem is, no matter how Su Mo deduces this sword technique in his heart, it feels much worse.

Occasionally, I used my finger as a sword gesture twice, and I felt that I couldn't scratch the itchy spot.

Eventually it dawned on him that he needed a rival.

Although Xuanji Valley lacks everything, there is no shortage of opponents.

But this opponent has to be a bit skilled, if he can't let him use all fifteen swords, he will still be a step behind in mastering the thirteen deadly swords.

In fact, in his opinion, it would be the best choice if the Lord of the Blood Sea Department and the Three Commanders join forces.

However, Liu Suifeng still had some grudges against the Lord of the Blood Sea Division, so Su Mo could only choose the remaining three commanders to try his sword.

Finally, after going through many twists and turns, Su Mo used the strongest No.15 sword.

"Unfortunately, there is still more to say."

Su Mo sighed. The power of this sword has not been exhausted so far, and it is only one or two out of ten.

But he also understands, because since the seventh sword, he has been keeping it away.

Otherwise, these three people would not be able to survive the No.15 sword, and maybe the eighth and ninth swords would have died.

Especially for sword No.14, what Su Mo released was no longer water, but the sea!

In this way, the final No.15 sword naturally lacks a lot.

In other words, the No.15 sword is already the limit that the three masters can support.

But even so, with this move, Su Mo can grasp all the good fortune of the thirteen deadly swords.

While Su Mo was speaking, he slowly pulled out the long sword from the throat of the Tibetan real person, but at this moment, the corpse of the Tibetan real person, who was still alive, suddenly shriveled and twisted, but in the blink of an eye, it became a dead body. With mummy.

A bloody light blasted out from the Baihui acupoint of the corpse, connecting them into a line.

Su Mo searched for the line and saw the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood Department. He ran the Sea of ​​​​Blood to Mend the Sky, and after integrating the blood into himself, he flew away.

Liu Suifeng rolled with sword energy and followed closely behind.

Su Mo hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed behind Su Mo.

Wei Ziyi originally wanted to join in the fun, but suddenly looked at the borrower.

The sword borrower didn't intend to borrow the sword, he turned around and walked out of Xuanji Valley.

"You don't borrow the sword anymore?"

Wei Ziyi felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Su Mo didn't know, but she knew how much commotion this man had made to borrow the sword.

The many sects in Dongcheng have long been unable to bear this man, but there is nothing they can do.

The borrower paused for a moment, looked back at Wei Ziyi, and grinned: "I've already borrowed it."

"???"

Wei Ziyi froze for a moment, a little confused.

"What I want to borrow...was never a sword."

The sword borrower turned around and said, "Tell him that I owe him a favor. If he has the opportunity to share the sword cliff in the future, I will buy him a drink and personally forge a good sword for him."

As the words fell, something flew towards Wei Ziyi.

But it was a small sword the size of a palm, with two words engraved on the blade: Divide Sword!

"Mo Cang Mountain, Fenjian Cliff... You are from Beichuan Yangjian Hut!?"

Wei Ziyi's complexion suddenly changed.

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ps: I thought about it, and Thirteen Swords of Desperation have come out, so I’m asking you for a ticket or something, it’s not too much~ I’m asking for a monthly ticket, I’m asking for a recommendation ticket~~~~