The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
Against Liu Zhihong

    Xing Yun spent the last seven days alone, acting fast, and having previous life experiences, so he also dealt with his own deeds.

    It's hard to track yourself, even older generation warriors can't track it.

    But now Xing Yun clearly felt that he was being tracked, and he was nearby.

    Could it be that Mo Anqing sent someone to kill him? That's not true! The four counties were not large, but they were also small. The shadow poison was a murder organization, and its location was definitely somewhere remote.

I want to send someone to pursue the Impossible to come and kill yourself, knowing that you are still practicing and deliberately tracking your disguised self !

    Xing Yun frowned, "Who is that? Looks like he'll be taken out!"

    Xing Yun looked around, Immediately, his eyes lit up and he continued.

    After a while, he killed the monster, and while purifying, he deliberately burned the ground into darkness, and then quietly hid beside the ancient tree.

    About three hours later, a gray-clothed young man with a gray long sword on his back ran at a very high speed with a cold face.

    First Level Martial Spirit Realm? Who is this guy?

Why do you want to track yourself? Xing Yun looked at the young man suspiciously and did not understand.

    The young man glanced at the damage that Xing Yun had intentionally caused, and then did not leave as Xing Yun had imagined, but looked ahead indifferently, "Get out. I know you're here."

    Xing Yun smiled and did a front flip. Landing on the opposite side of the young man, he crossed his arms and looked at the young man, "Who are you? Why are you chasing me? "

    As far as the young man could guess Xing Yun, he knew that this man had been following him for at least a few days.

    In order to hide her deeds, Xing Yun had never broken the ground, but this time he did it on purpose.

    And if he could track himself, he must have had a brain, and it was no wonder that he could guess.

    “Jian Yunzong, Liu Zhihong.”

    Liu Zhihong raised his hand and took out a long gray sword, the body of the sword trembled, the shimmering gray cold light startled the sword energy, and the dust on the ground rolled around.

    “Take people money and eliminate disasters for others.”

    Huh!

    When those words fell, Liu Zhihong walked over with a sword, his eyes cold and gloomy, without a trace of expression, as if his body and sword were one, as if they only existed ... dead people in his eyes!

    He did not use the cultivation base of the Martial Spirit Realm, but merely pushed him to the peak of the fifth level of the Martial Marking Realm!

    It seemed that he was underestimating to kill Xing Yun by his level!

    Xing Yun felt an extremely cold sword qi come out from his face, his pupils shrinking, and his face slightly dignified.

    Although this Liu Zhihong had only unleashed the peak strength of the fifth level of the martial arts realm, he had an excellent understanding of the way of the sword, which was very powerful, and the ferocious sword energy made Xing Yun feel threatened.

    But Xing Yun was not afraid, because when he saw Liu Zhihong just using a sword and being so arrogant, Xing Yun knew!

    Fighting sword with Xing Yun, no one in the Nine Realms could win!

    This was Xing Yun's pride !

    “Since you have lowered your cultivation base, then I will also hand over the blade and use the sword to accompany you, as compensation for you. Let's see who among us has a stronger swordsmanship!”

    Xing Yun smiled wickedly at the corner. The seal was fully open, and went berserk in an instant.

    When he was about to make contact with Liu Zhihong, he grabbed his right hand from the thin air, black light flashed, and the Night Soul Sword instantly exploded into sword energy with an evil yin energy, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword flower danced and swept over Liu Zhihong!

    Clangs!

    The crisp Jin Tiezhengming instantly remembered that the sword energy rippled with layers of light ripples that disappeared in the air, and the dust all over the ground was swept out invisible.

    Liu Zhihong quickly took two steps back to dissipate his momentum, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and the next moment he moved silently, his body movements turned around, the movement of his body turned around, and he quickly rushed towards Xing Yun.

    Clang clang!

    As the two of them fought each other, bursts of sword qi continued to gush everywhere, powerful...

Squirting, a strong wind whistled, wrapped in cold sword energy, there was a sign of a silent sword crossing the ground!

    Liu Zhihong's attack was like a rushing waterfall, with his movements, the sword exploded forcefully, and his momentum was like a surging river.

    But Xing Yun had always been as stable as a rock, his eyes were deep and calm, and the Night Soul Sword was used like an arm. Each sword seemed helpless, but it seemed mysterious.

    Since every puncture, puncture, or puncture struck Liu Zhihong's weakness, even though Liu Zhihong's attacks were extremely ferocious, he had always been restricted by Xing Yun !

    Suddenly, Xing Yun's eyes froze, his legs moved abruptly, his arms twisted and twisted, like arrows from a thread of rope, and yin and suffocation gushed straight into Liu Zhihong's chest!

    The crate was originally where everyone had to defend in battle, but right now Xing Yun was attacking here.

    And the weirdest thing was that Liu Zhihong had no defense at the moment!

    Liu Zhihong's complexion changed greatly, and he no longer hid his strength.With a low voice, the rich layer of young gray spiritual energy turned into a light shroud that covered the entire body.

    However, Xing Yun smiled evilly, his spiritual power explored the four demonic veins, his strength was beaten violently, sword qi sprayed three feet, instantly smashing the mask and piercing through his chest and clothes, the source said, Liu Zhihong quickly retreated!

    Xing Yun's arm trembled, and the traces of blood on the tip of the sword quietly disappeared into a blood mist. 

    Turning his head to look at Liu Zhihong in the distance, he smiled lightly, "Although you are here to kill me, I must say that your kendom skills are quite good."

     "Are you strong?" 

    Xing Yun smiled endearingly, full of high spirit Confidence and arrogance, "I know you haven't put all your abilities into action. Strength, but in kendo, I've never met anyone who beat me! There will be no one! At least not in Si Zongjun!"

     "Sounds like you don't know me. And my brother?"

    “I should know?”

    When Liu Zhihong heard this, he looked at Xing Yun strangely in his heart.

    Liu Zhiming, Liu Zhiming in grey clothes, and Xuan Jue Ling Yu were proud of the four sects!

    Although many people had yet to see Liu Zhiming, these three words were known to everyone in the four counties.

    Because Liu Zhiming was the existence of the younger generation of Sword Cloud Sect who had been given the title of Sword King!

    He was also the younger generation with the highest achievements in kendo in the entire Si Zong County, and even some of the older generations felt inferior!

    And Liu Zhihong was Liu Zhiming's younger brother. Although he was only seventeen years old, even though martial arts were at the first level, his swordsmanship was no weaker than Liu Zhihong, and he was cultivated vigorously by the Sword Cloud Sect!

    With the sword king's brother, Liu Zhihong was also very hardworking and hardworking, so no matter who he fought, he would use the sword to win, not by cultivation, so no matter who he fought, the goal is to polish himself.

    As for Xing Yun's words, he didn't seem to know about him and his brother, because with his brother there, no one dared to dominate swordsmanship, either, even the number one younger generation in Si Zong County!

    This made Liu Zhihong extremely curious, but also filled with soaring fighting spirit!

    “Kakku is the sword king of the younger generation in Sizong County! Kendo is the best in the county!” Liu Zhihong's eyes were filled with fighting intent, his entire body was filled with sword energy, he raised his sword and pointed towards Xing Yun, and his words were cold.

    “I admit that you are very strong, but you are still far away from my brother, and even further away from me! You are far from qualified to dominate four counties!”

    Xing Yun's eyes flashed with war intent, “Really? Then you go all out and let me see how strong you are. Then I'll consider whether I can meet your brother sometime. I like the name of the Young Sword King, but it can only be mine! "

    "A snob!"

    Liu Zhihong coldly snorted, his cultivation level has been raised to the sixth level of the Martial Marking Realm, but the momentum of the entire person is several times greater than before!

    The ferocious sword qi overflowed spontaneously, and the ground under the feet cracked and cracked!

    And Liu Zhihong also pushed the rolling dust to stab at this moment!