Martial Arts: Defeat Liu Bai With A Sword At The Beginning And Suppress Snow Moon City

The crisp sound of clashing weapons washed away the Martial Emperor city.

Wang Xianzhi stood in the strong wind, but her steps did not move.

One person and one hand can stir up the flying sword in the sky.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes.

Wang Xianzhi is still Wang Xianzhi after all.

Invincible in the world is still invincible in the end.

Jian Jiuhuang's sword moves were unpredictable, but they were still broken by him with one hand.

Nangong Pushe raised his head, and his face was dimmed and brightened by the "zero-three-zero" sword light in the sky.

Wang Xianzhi is more powerful than she imagined.

The figure now on the city wall is like an insurmountable peak!

If it weren't for Lu Zhong, eunuch Pushe couldn't imagine how many years it would take for her to fight Wang Xianzhi.

At this time, Lao Huang had jumped into the void, his fingers flying and his teeth clenching.

He used Sword Four to Sword Eight in succession.

Five moves came out at once, and thousands of swords flowed like a stream, washing away everything in the world.

Those flying swords turned into a rolling torrent of steel, rushing towards Wang Xianzhi like a dragon.

Wang Xianzhi's unwavering face finally showed some waves.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Facing the overwhelming steel dragon, he said in a loud voice: "It seems that thirty years have transformed you, but it's a pity!"

Wang Xianzhi held his left hand behind his back and made a volley of palms with his right hand.

Just to see what he was doing, with just a casual photo, the unparalleled torrent of steel instantly collapsed.

Countless flying swords shot out in all directions.

Lao Huang seemed to have already guessed this result. He was in the void and slowly closed his eyes.

Every detail of the three years of separation from Xu Fengnian echoed in his mind.

Finally, I remembered what Lu Zhong said.

"Your path to swordsmanship goes far beyond this."

The path of swordsmanship is far more than this.

At this critical moment of the decisive battle, Lao Huang's heart suddenly became very peaceful.

It's like a lake without any ripples.

He saw countless smiling faces coming towards him, their mouths opening and closing, but Lao Huang couldn't hear what they said at all.

Finally, Lao Huang saw the figure of Lu Zhong fishing on the calm lake again...

In an instant, everything suddenly disappeared. "Old Dong suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wang Xianzhi, I have a move called Sword Nine, please take a look!" The voice echoed, sweeping through the entire Martial Emperor city like a violent wind...

Feeling the changes in Lao Huang's aura, Wang Xianzhi laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Okay!"

Lao Huang jumped up and seemed to be standing among the white clouds.

With the strong wind roaring in his ears, he thought silently in his heart: Today, I will get my sword back and my dignity!

"Wang Xianzhi, take my sword nine, six thousand miles away!"

Condescendingly, Lao Huang poured out nine swords in one move!

The violent wind between heaven and earth stopped, leaving only a Sword Intent that spread thousands of miles.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword.

This sword has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

There are no stars in this sky, but everyone can see the Milky Way at this moment!

These six thousand miles represent everything Lao Huang and Xu Fengnian have experienced in the past three years. 4.8

Six thousand miles poured down, and at this moment, the mountain that was piled on Lao Huang's chest finally collapsed!

Above the void, he laughed wildly, as if sublimated.

The Sword Intent spread, Wang Xianzhi's robes danced wildly, and he shouted in the wind: "Okay! I can see your sword moves like this today, it's not in vain for me to sit in the Martial Emperor City for sixty years!"

After saying these words, Wang Xianzhi stood up and raised his head six thousand miles to the Sword Intent. .