In the field, Yue qianlou stood opposite Yang Xuan. The ground under their feet was empty.

But what frightened Liu Weishuang was not the ground under their feet, but the just healed crack in the space where the two were fighting.

When the crack completely healed, Liu Weishuang's eyes fell on Yang Xuan, with a variety of complex expressions such as shock and disbelief.

He didn't arrive. Yang Xuan's growth rate was so fast. How long has it taken? He has fallen far behind. He has even been able to compete with an old list expert like Yue qianlou.

At this moment, he directly doubted whether he had practiced in dogs for so many years.

Yue qianlou's red eyes still stared at Yang Xuan, looking very crazy.

After calming down the breath, Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and the slightest intention was to spread in his eyes.

Just now, Yue qianlou definitely used real kung fu. He never felt relaxed with his heavy earth array and the power of death.

But what made him wonder was why Yue qianlou found him and asked him to hand over his daughter.

As far as he knows, a madman suffering from paranoia is extremely persistent about what he cares about.

In Yue qianlou's spiritual world, Nannan has always been with him and hasn't left. Recently, Yang Xuan hasn't met him. Then, how does Yue qianlou determine that it was for nothing that she took Nannan away?

However, this is no longer important. Since Yue qianlou appeared in front of him, Xiaohua's revenge should be avenged.

"Yue qianlou!"

Yang Xuan said coldly, "first, I didn't touch your daughter. Second..."

After a pause, the tip of his knife began to tremble slightly, and a rustling breath began to spread.

Yang Xuan's voice was like ten thousand years of cold ice: "no second, die!"

As soon as the word of death came out, he cut it out directly.

This knife, from top to bottom, cut through the void.

Boom!

A huge lightning fell from the sky, like a blue iron chain, connecting the sky and the earth, sending out the momentum of destroying everything.

At the same time, it seemed that thousands of troops and horses rushed from the lightning and rushed to yueqianlou with boundless killing intention.

Liu Weishuang exclaimed, "the battlefield road waiting for Zuo Qinghou?"

He really couldn't understand why Yang Xuan could use Zuo Qinghou's battlefield way. Didn't he enter the way with the power of life and death?

"Yue qianlou, die!"

Yang Xuan's voice came from the lightning, cold and ruthless, with boundless killing.

Then, the whole man appeared in mid air, and the long black knife in his hand swung down again.

With the cutting of this knife, a long river rising against the current suddenly appeared in the sky, with rumbling rivers and surging waves, as if to wash away all the sins in the world.

Liu Weishuang's face was dull and exclaimed again: "the way of countercurrent from South Korea to north? How is this possible?"

When lightning came to the world, thousands of horses galloped and the river bucked the current. The Taoist ideas of the two Taoist experts rushed to yueqianlou with the momentum of destroying the sky.

In the face of Yang Xuan's unique hit in the world, the color of crazy bloodthirsty in Yue qianlou's eyes is still unabated. He is a madman, a madman who enters the road because of his affection, but is trapped by his family.

His face was full of madness. Behind him, countless sword lights moved. Each sword light was like a swordsman, performing peerless swordsmanship. One sword light cold fourteen continents.

At the next moment, the countless sword lights attacked Yang Xuan like a piece of refining.

Yang Xuan's eyes showed surprise. In his feeling, the countless sword lights from yueqian corridor were different, and they were not simply gathered together.

If you look carefully, it seems that each sword light is casting a sword technique, and the sword techniques are different.

The most terrible thing is that every sword light shows the feeling that is extremely emotional, extremely sword, and extremely sad.

It's like countless swordsmen wailing together, a sword in despair because of sadness.

Great despair hit Yang Xuan's heart. In an instant, Yang Xuan had an impulse to cry sadly.

If it were placed on Yang Xuan not long ago, under the sword of Yue qianlou, he would die. He can't die anymore. There is no accident.

After suppressing this great despair, Yang Xuan already knew the name of this move: sad death!

It is said that Yue qianlou's supreme swordsmanship has three styles, which is not only the embodiment of all his Tao ideas, but also the embodiment of all his feelings.

Today, Yang Xuan finally saw one of them.

Liu Weishuang also recognized it. His face was very pale, and great despair sprang up in his heart. The next moment, he suddenly felt that his eyes were beginning to wet.

In his horror, after continuing to withdraw backward, he suddenly remembered a legend.

It is said that shortly after Yue qianlougan entered the Taoism, the sword came to the world and was used with one sword. Thousands of martial artists committed suicide as if they were possessed by a devil.

At the moment, Liu Weishuang finally understood that the most terrible thing in the Kendo of yueqianlou is not the power, not the fierce sword meaning, but the feeling everywhere between heaven and earth.

Because it can be extremely emotional, it can be extremely sword. This is the emotional sword of Yue qianlou.

Yang Xuan suddenly found that under the sword of Yue qianlou, the way of the battlefield and the way of the countercurrent he showed were not enough to see, and even couldn't get to the side.

The Taoist meaning of Yue qianlou is so terrible that it is not fencing at all. It is simply a kind of emotion. All the feelings of Yue qianlou.

How can people have no feelings?

Therefore, when the sword of Yue qianlou died out, the lightning connecting heaven and earth first solidified and then melted like ice and snow.

This has nothing to do with cultivation. It is completely the rolling of Taoism. The road of Yue qianlou crushes the road of Zuo Qinghou and Han ZhiBei into powder, and the body is incomplete.

At this time, a mighty righteousness emerged from Yang Xuan.

Literati have pride and would rather die than surrender.

With the faint sound of reading, a huge book suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, across the void.

Liu Weishuang stared at the huge book and was surprised that Yang Xuan used Zhou Zhijie's Haoran way. He was strange and didn't feel how surprised the way was.

Maybe he's numb.

The scroll is in the air, facing yueqianlou, containing the sword light of sadness and despair.

The next moment, the sword light penetrated from the page. In an instant, the huge volume was torn by countless sword lights, turned into fragments and dissipated.

Yue qianlou's eyes are still as crazy as ever. From beginning to end, he only made one move, but he has broken Yang Xuan's three meanings.

When the sword light came, Yang Xuan sighed slightly, and the spring rain on the tip of the knife dispersed quietly.

The way of others is the way of others after all. Even if he can completely imitate the way of others, even more powerful than the original, he still can't stop the sword light of Yue qianlou.

After all, it is someone else's way, not Yang Xuan's own way.

The long black knife dispersed silently.

The next moment, a finger appeared between heaven and earth, not much action, not much prestige.

Only on the fingertips, life and death hover.