MM Racing Chapter 447
Chapter 447
Interior World!
Alpine Ring, [Tianzun] Murong Qiudi, duel against the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, one of the eight secret realms of Kyushu.
Murong Qiudi wore a pale pink dress.
The enemy is in front of you.
She was calm.
The eyes are like still water.
Standing in the hustle and bustle of the world, people dare not offend.
Her sword has slowed down.
Slowly stabbed out.
It was stabbed out of the most incredible part, and suddenly there was the most incredible change when it was stabbed.
The sword is dead, dim and clumsy.
But the sword stabbed out.
The sword seemed to have changed.
It became a light and a life.
Murong Qiudi is not a swordsman, but she has seen many swordsmen, among them peerless swordsmen like Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan.
The martial arts of the Murong family are already good at imitation, and Murong Qiudi has taken it to the extreme.
"Thirteen Swords of Death"!
Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship.
Swing your hand.
She has poured the power of her life into this sword.
A sword stabbed out lightly, and there was no change.
But all of a sudden, change came.
It came as naturally as flowing water.
The sword was in her hand.
It's like the axe in Lu Ban's hand and the pen in Wang Xizhi's hand.
Not only has life, but also aura.
The sword trembled slightly.
Like a turbid wave hitting the face, one potential is higher than the other.
A sound, accompanied by the power of palpitations.
The sword shadows are intertwined, and the sword aura rushes into the sky, wisps and wisps, one by one, hidden in the murderous aura, and Murong Qiudi can no longer be seen.
In the face of such an aggressive trend.
Li Hanyi's jade fingers were lightly pulled.
At first glance, I heard the sword groan.
A guide with a bare hand, [Iron Horse Binghe], the famous sword is cold 10.
Li Hanyi did not move.
The heart is like stopping water!
People are like stopping water!
She closed her eyes, feeling the rhythm of the sword.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed.
The sound of the sword suddenly sharpened.
In the ring, a thin line suddenly appeared, as if there was a burst of invisible sword qi, coming against the ground.
Li Hanyi's figure disappeared in place.
When it reappeared, it was dozens of feet away.
Her eyes were still closed.
Swing the sword as if it were written, and cut off the invisible sword.
The sword hissed.
She didn't hear it.
"Aren't you going to make a move?"
Murong Qiudi understated and waved the dust.
She was instantaneous.
Thirteen swords have been stabbed.
Li Hanyi's figure disappeared and reappeared in the ring.
Like a snow-white lonely boat, going upstream.
Every time it appears.
Hundreds of sword shadows were smashed.
"I'm waiting!"
Li Hanyi replied.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait for that sword!"
Murong Qiu Di said, "Have you heard of the Thirteen Swords of Death?"
"Nope!"
"And how do you know about that sword?"
"When you make your first sword!"
The two people asked and answered, answered quickly, asked urgently, competed with each other, and the sky was full of scorching and snowfalling.
Murong Qiudi's eyes lit up in surprise.
"You are the second person who has seen "Thirteen Swords of Death" and knows that there is a fourteenth sword!"
"Even the person who created this sword technique only thought of it a long time ago!"
"Who was the first person?"
"Xie Xiaofeng!"
"Who is he?"
Murong Qiudi's eyes were cold, and he burst out with murderous aura, and said, "A negative man!"
She was instantaneous.
The qi of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the edge has been revealed, showing the posture of a peerless swordsman.
The swordsmanship is light and flowing, like a river.
But after these thirteen swords were stabbed, it seemed that there was a murderous aura in the ring, and there seemed to be a murderous aura in the heavens and the earth.
After the thirteenth sword was stabbed, all the changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it was like the water had come to an end.
Her sword momentum was also slow, very slow.
It's slow, but it's still changing.
Suddenly, a sword swung out, out of bounds, out of order.
But this sword is like a finishing touch.
Although empty, it is the hub of all transformations.
And then.
She stabbed her fourteenth sword.
The sword aura and murderous aura on the sword are very heavy.
It was like the sky was full of dark clouds.
The sword stabbed out, and suddenly the dark clouds in the sky were removed, and the sun appeared.
It's not the warmth of the sun.
It's the scorching sun that flows gold.
Its red as a bloody sunset.
Li Hanyi's beautiful eyes moved slightly.
The sword turns with the heart, the heart moves at will, and the sword intent is pervasive.
With a swing of the long sword, the edge suddenly appeared.
The chill of heaven and earth has increased again.
The wind is like a sword, and so is the snow.
As far as the eye can see, it seems to be sharp.
Snowflakes are falling.
【Snow in the Sky】!
The snowfall in the sky, competing with the sunset, is dazzling, but full of murderous opportunities.
Clicking.
In this glow, a little snow suddenly appeared, piercing the wind into the clouds, like a divine bird spreading its wings and slaughtering down.
Murong Qiudi's expression sank.
She is not Yan Thirteen after all.
Although she knew the fourteenth sword of "Thirteen Swords of Death", and also knew that it had a fifteenth sword, she couldn't create it.
What about Li Hanyi?
But he used his own swordsmanship.
Murong Qiudi's soft sword transformed into a thousand shadows.
Her slender figure.
Turning in the magnificent sword light, floating and retreating while unloading, like a phoenix spinning, spreading its wings and dancing.
At that moment, Murong Qiudi used thirty-six swordsmanship, all from different sects.
Thirty-six swordsmanship, fused together.
It can be described as a drop of water, flowing water!
That flowing sword posture.
Like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace, the night night ghost is ghostly, dissolving Li Hanyi's sword.
The remnant sun and snow dissipated.
Murong Qiudi fell in the ring.
Her veil, shattered. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
A beautiful face is revealed.
A pair of dreamy eyes moved slightly.
It is like willows with smoke, and green mountains are like daisies.
It seems to contain all the aura between heaven and earth.
The turn of the eye wave is a gesture.
The eyes are thousands of turns, and there are thousands of styles.
It's like a celestial person.
At this point, she turned pale and began to cough incessantly.
The sleeves of her robe on both sides were shattered by the sword qi.
Snow-white arms were exposed.
On the pliable robe woven of silk that day.
Covered with dense cracks.
Li Han's clothes fluttered down.
Dressed in a white dress, she stood tall.
Her face is full of goose fat, and her lips are like cherry blossoms.
The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the gods are like autumn water, the smile is smiling, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it.
The lips are not dotted but contain Dan, and the eyebrows are not painted but horizontal.
Green silk is like a waterfall.
Although she doesn't use powder, she is already amazing.
In the duel, Li Hanyi had a slight advantage.
But the opponent was also unusual, and he actually used different swordsmanship and superimposed momentum to break her [Snow Full Sky].
The two figures are far apart.
The atmosphere of oppression, the atmosphere of palpitations.
Like the wind and snow, it spread out in the ring.
Whoath!
Murong Qiudi raised his hand.
She directly ripped off the peach skirt on the cover, which was already shattered by the sword qi, but it got in the way, and was thrown in the ring at will.
Her inner lining is just a short-sleeved diagonal shirt, woven of gold silk, and her figure is enchanting and graceful.
She stood in a sword position.
The softness between the eyebrows is replaced by a compelling heroism.
The whole person.
It is like a peerless sword that has been sharpened out of its sheath.
The breath on her body became extremely cold, not only cold, but also indifferent, ruthless to the extreme.
She is like the sky, the merciless sky, and sees all things as dogs.
[Tianzun]'s blessing can not be said to be arrogant, even the heavens, earth, ghosts and gods are not looked at by them, let alone people?
No one knows what kind of martial arts Murong Qiudi is practicing, and the people he has seen have not left a single living mouth.
At this point, she finally showed her hole cards.
""The Book of Forgetting Love", too forgetful!"
Murong Qiudi's eyes were dull and deadly, full of rich dead qi, bringing out a thick silence qi.
Heaven and earth are silent, and all things are merciless!
Zhao Wuxian, who was paying attention to the battle between the two, raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The Book of Forgetting Love"?
Is Murong Qiudi practicing this martial art?
"The Book of Forgetting Love" once set off a lot of waves in the Great Song Dynasty.
It is undoubtedly a supreme martial art.
It is different from ordinary martial arts, which requires the practice of internal strength.
It's weird.
The emphasis is on the realm, the feeling, the mood, and the momentum.
Only those who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, music theory, affection and sexuality, and martial arts can learn it.
Therefore, the heroes who meet once in hundreds of years may not be able to cultivate because of insufficient talent.
But those who can practice are all Tianjiao.
Murong Qiudi stood with his sword in his hand.
A dark ripple rippled from her sword like ripples of water.
Everywhere I passed, I saw pictures of extinction, death, and silence emerging, enveloping the entire alpine ring.
Life is gone, and everything is withered.
It's all illusory, as if it's happening.
"The Book of Forgetting Love" is first and foremost.
Only after love can you forget love.
Only after forgetting love can you be emotional.
After high affection, you can integrate the will and life of your own body into nature, one stone and one tree.
Borrow the power of the universe to destroy each other. 590
No matter how high the enemy's martial arts are, how can he withstand the ruthless power of heaven and earth?
It sounds like [Heaven and Man Induction], but in fact, it is not, "Forget the Book of Love" is a step further.
Heaven and man are inducted, and heaven and man complement each other.
What about "The Book of Love"?
It is to replace heaven with man, to merge with heaven and earth, and finally replace it, so there is the meaning of [Tianzun].
Murong Qiudi's ability to practice "The Book of Forgetting Love" is inseparable from Xie Xiaofeng's beginning and end, but his talent is also terrifying.
At this time.
Between heaven and earth, there is only one person, one sword, thousands of mountains and rivers, and all living beings, all of which are just her sword.
A sword light has rushed into the sky, like a gray wave, overwhelming, sweeping in all directions, terrifying.
Li Hanyi stared.
She was full of sword intent, with an amazing edge, and no reservations, with a cold of lonely frost and snow, refreshing people's bone marrow.
On the occasion of life and death.
Li Hanyi has no distractions and is dedicated to the sword.
She couldn't feel the changes in the outside world at the moment.
There is only a sword in the eyes, and there is only a sword in the heart.
This feeling!
Li Hanyi held a sword, and the frost and cold sword aura was fierce.
Her expression suddenly became calm.
Closing his eyes, his spirit retreated into a state of misshape.
I forget about things, and I am mysterious.
The fourth part of "Water Stopping Sword Technique"!
Sword of the Heavenly Dao!
Li Hanyi re-entered the Xuanyou realm!
She floated up, soaring into the air, her sword dazzling.
The [Iron Horse Glacier] in her hand rose brightly.
One into ten, ten into hundreds, hundreds into thousands, thousands into thousands!
Thousands of swords.
Such as forests, such as light, such as shadows, Jin Ge Iron Horse.
The sword qi was surging, rushing towards the gray wave, the black clouds were overwhelming, and thousands of mountains were stacked on top of the waves,
Thundered!
In an instant.
In the ring.
As far as the eye can see.
It's all sword shadows, sword lights.
The sword qi was agitated, and the landslide and tsunami were stunted.
As if the end was coming, the original cloud sky resounded with an endless roar.
Suddenly.
"Ding!"
A clear groan.
The sword qi, the death qi, the murderous aura, and the sword light quietly dissipated.
The previous scene seemed to be a phantom.
The tip of Li Hanyi's sword was facing the tip of Murong Qiudi's sword, and the two looked at each other, their heads scattered from each other, embarrassed.
Then.
At the same time, blood flowers burst out on his body.
Fall backwards.