Chapter 47 Fragments of Pollution

The field fell into peace, just like the tranquility before the storm. Without any sound, the sword clan stood in the wind, and the cold blade had hung around his waist. At this time, the sword clan was as clear as a mirror, and all kinds of sounds came into their ears. Wait, wait for the sound that is about to appear.

If Thomas. Yang Fujian clan did not have the ability to find the male thorn. The people off the court held their breath, and the swordsmen looked more and more calm. In the last fight, Thomas. Yang will still show a faint shadow when he stays on the ground. This time, he can't even see the shadow.

As time goes by, the swordsman can't find a trace of hearing or perception. There was not even a fluctuation in the air. The swordsman stared forward alertly, and the palms of their hands were sweating.

Not all people can wait so patiently like the swordsman, and finally someone can't stand this quiet atmosphere. An old man stood up and shouted, "Hey, Thomas. Yang is still there. As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone followed him and coaxed, "Is it because you want to occupy the pit without pooping?"

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Listening to the anger of the heroes around him, the swordsman sighed in his heart and floated out of the stage gently under his feet.

Looking at the white clothes flying, an old man immediately jumped into the field: "It seems that I have to come to meet the heroes."

"What kind of old man are you?" With an angry shout, a yellow shadow flew into the ground, his feet sank and collapsed. The yellow shadow stamped on the ground with one foot. A terrible true air was released from the soles of his feet and swept across one leg. Huang Ying's right leg came out and directly to the air. The sound of breaking through the air was particularly dull.

Huang Ying's speed was extremely fast, and the old man couldn't dodge. His left foot clucked, and his left foot hurt violently. The leaders outside the court stood up in horror and looked at the court. Blood flowed from the old man's left leg to the ground. The old man was furious: "You are so cruel, casting swords and flat clothes."

"Amitabha." The superior of the public lost sighed: "It's a sin." The sword clan and others also looked at the scene in front of them in surprise and didn't know what to say for a moment. The only swordsman sat there plainly as if nothing had happened.

Casting the sword and flat clothes without saying a word, slowly pulled out the long sword: "Roll down."

"You,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,." The old man was so excited that he couldn't say anything.

Two bald donkeys walked to the old man and saluted the old man. The old man's voice could also come from the far away direction: "Cast the sword and flat clothes, you will die."

Jian Xiao closed his eyes and sat in the chair decadently: "This guy in plain clothes is too cruel."

There was a trace of sarcasm on the cold face of the sword clan: "People will change." The sword clan suddenly opened his eyes and swept at the sword clan: "My nephew must know what's right."

The mockery at the corners of the swordsman's mouth disappeared and said coldly, "I don't know."

"Thomas. Has Yang left yet? Jian Xiao looked at the swordsman and asked a word.

"I don't know."

"You don't even know that Thomas's combat effectiveness is better than you."

"The victory or defeat is unknown."

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Cast the sword in flat clothes and a long sword: "Who else will challenge?"

Longyang Canjun couldn't see it and drew his sword: "This guy is too arrogant. Isn't this guy on the eighth floor of Shuntianjing? Why is butterfly dance no match for him?

Muyan Farewell Ji leaned out with her left hand and pressed the hilt of the sword and looked serious: "Don't go."

"I'm just teaching this guy a lesson. I'm not going to grab any Xuanhun Chasing Jade. What are you worried about?" Longyang Canjun said speechlessly. Muyan Farewelli forcibly pressed the sword back and scolded: "Have you forgotten the ancestral teaching of the vertical sword and horizontal knife? This time, we are just to help our superiors escort, and we could not have participated in the vulgar competition in the northern and southern martial arts."

Longyang Canjun nodded helplessly: "Listen to my sister."

"Is there no one to challenge?" Casting the sword made another long drink.

Everyone began to talk about it, and he said, "XXX, go. Didn't you say that you are better than casting swords and plain clothes?"

"Strong wool, I'm not going to die."

"Grandma, you are cowardly at the critical moment."

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"I'll meet him later. This is too arrogant." The sword flute is a little bit and ready to fly out. The swordsman and the butterfly dance grabbed the sword flute from the side. Butterfly dance said eagerly, "What are you going to do? The swordsman didn't take action.

The sword clan said, "Uncle Xiao has gone, and he may not be the opponent of Uncle Jian."

"Why?" Jian Xiao and Butterfly Dance looked at the sword clan in surprise. They are all very puzzled.

"Ten floors of Shuntianjing." The swordsman spit out six words calmly and slowly.

The sword flute and the butterfly dance were surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, and the shock in their hearts can be imagined: "What the virtuous nephew means."

"But I feel that he is at the peak of the ninth level of Shuntianjing at most." The butterfly dance is a little unbelievable.

"It's about to break through." The sword clan left four words like gold, which really shocked the people present. Xiao Yu slapped the sword clan fiercely with dissatisfaction: "I thought that Uncle Jianzhu was so sharp all of a sudden."

There was a twitch at the corners of the swordsman's mouth. If you want to beat grandma, go and hit the boy who picks flowers. I can't afford to lose weight in pain.

"Is there anyone else?" Zhu Jian Pingyi shouted, "If there is no more, the owner will go to get the Xuanhun to chase the jade."

"And me." There was a fluctuation in the air.

For a moment, the people on the field were moved, and Jianxiao glanced at the sword clan: "You boy, you have regressed again." The swordsman took a look: "I'm not a god."

The cast sword and flat clothes on the field looked cold: "Your boy is really haunted."

A sneer floated in the air: "I remember that you were still on the eighth floor of Shuntianjing ten days ago."

"You,,,,,,,." The cast sword flat coat's face darkened, and he stamped his feet violently. The long sword in his hand flew out, and three swords flew out with three swords. The yellow qi disappeared into the air. There was no fluctuation on the court. The cast sword flat clothes jumped into the air, the long sword in his hand, and the sword flowers trembled. Countless infinite swordsmanship flew out. Gravel dances on the bluestone board. The sound of tinkling keeps ringing.

There are potholes on the ground, and countless infinite swords are like rain.

"This man really doesn't want money." The butterfly dances with a small mouth. Jianxiao was angry and funny: "I don't want money in the first place."

Butterfly dance: "Do you want me to answer?" After listening to this sentence, the people around me sweated violently.

" boss, Thomas. Will Yang be forced out? Du Gu picked flowers and asked a question.

"I will."

As soon as the sword clan's voice fell, a strange step method flew out at the foot of the cast sword flat clothes, and at the same time cast the sword flat clothes and raised the sword to the top: "Inextreme sword spirit chopping." The long sword exuded a strong sword spirit, and the sword light fell down and the bluestone board flew randomly for a while. The people present trembled, and the man was too powerful.

Zhu Jianping looked at everything in front of him breathlessly. After all, this powerful move consumes too much real energy. He is just a person who is about to break through the peak of the nine layers of Shuntian Realm. This ultimate killing move almost consumes his Dantian at once.

"A cow" alone picks flowers and envies the flow of the waterway.

The cast sword flat clothes fell to the ground, and the single sword knelt on the ground. Look ahead of yourself. A pool of blood poured on the ground, and black knives and shadows flashed in the air. Casting sword flat clothes rubbed his chest with his hand: "You finally came out."

The black robe, the black knife was raised above the head, and the long dark hair poured down the ground, which just covered the face. The wind blew violently, and a strong murderous spirit swept the whole field. The cast sword flat clothes stood up and saw a tremor in the person's heart in front of him: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The shadow did not answer. The black knife in his hand twisted, and the blade made a rattling sound on the ground. The air nearby fluctuated a little, and the shadow slowly disappeared under the light of the demon sun.

"Come out" and saw the shadow slowly disappear. The long sword in his hand waved, and the infinite sword gas instantly launched out and hit the floor with a tinkling. The green voice dissipated. Only a deep sword mark was left on the field. Casting the sword and flat clothes bulging his cheeks and waved a few more swords. The field is still calm and silent.

"He's gone." Jian Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. The swordsman nodded. Butterfly dance looked at the field: "Wu, who will go next?" Jian Xiao and the sword clan looked at each other and were speechless.

After casting the sword and swinging those swords, he stopped moving and directly lost to the public: "Shangren? Can you give me that jade bead?" Hearing this, everyone couldn't help twitching.

A Zen ceremony: "Amitabha, if you have no objection, then how about this rare Xuanhun Chasing Jade in a thousand years belongs to the Casting Sword Villa?"

"Damn it, boss, isn't this too fake? Didn't the three major villas in Wulin come to participate in this conference? Now the masters on the field have not moved, and Xuanhun Chasing Jade actually belongs to the Casting Sword Villa." Dugu Caihua pushed the sword clan and hummed dissatisfiedly.

Jianxiao also said, "Xiang, we didn't take action in Mo Villa. The casting sword villa can't be ranked in the martial arts. This Xuanhun chasing jade can't cast sword flat clothes."

Butterfly Dance snorted coldly: "Return our Jimo Villa. Please, you are one of the 18 gates of martial arts. Don't put gold on your face. Your demon gate is just an external branch of Jimo."

Jianxiao smiled awkwardly and said to the swordsman, "My nephew. You have to make an idea. Do we want to take action at Jimo Villa?

Menghua Xianping pulled out his long sword: "Brother Jian, if you don't take action, let me take action. Anyway, the sword family and the Menghua family have always been inseparable." The butterfly dance turned black and blocked the long sword: "This is a matter in the world. Half Moon Royal Family, it's better not to interfere."

"Your sister's, our half-moon dream family is at least the number one person in the world." Meng Hua muttered angrily. The butterfly dance showed a trace of mockery: "Well said, how many masters of the Menghua family have more than ten floors of Shuntianjing in the past 200 years?"

"、、、、、." Menghua Xianping

At this time, the loser shouted again: "Who else is not convinced can come up to meet friends and win this jade."

Seeing that the sword clan was motionless, Dugu Caihua also pushed the sword clan: " boss, you have a decision. Uncle Xiao is waiting, boss."