Murong Hanqiu was wearing snow-white clothes, and his face was cold, just like his name, always keeping people thousands of miles away. At this moment, he stood proudly, standing upright, and his white clothes were like snow, like sculptures that have stood there since ancient times.

After many years of ups and downs, the shadow of loneliness finally flashed through my lonely eyes. I was addicted to swordsmanship and paid attention to loneliness throughout my life, without friends, no relatives, no lovers, only swords accompany me all day long.

Murong Hanqiu was obsessed with swordsmanship for more than twenty years. In his eyes, the sword is a friend, because the sword in his hand and the Tao in his heart will never betray him.

The sword makes him carry loneliness; the sword also makes him learn to wait, because he believes that impatience is a contamination of the sword. Only sincerity is true to the sword can the sword be sincere to others. Therefore, he is not impatient at all now and is patiently waiting for a cornerstone to help him attain enlightenment.

Li Haoran did not let him wait for a long time. He walked up very casually and slowly walked to Murong Hanqiu. He laughed loudly and said, "I am Li Haoran, Murong Hero has been waiting for a long time. But I think that after the war, this martial arts event should come to an end successfully."

Murong Hanqiu's eyes turned up and down on Li Haoran, and he stood up straight, like a jade tree in the wind. He was neither humble nor arrogant when he spoke and laughed, but he was full of elegance. He couldn't help but look at it carefully, and thought to himself: "Although this man's martial arts is not yet known in depth, judging from his flawless footwork, he obviously possessed a unique skill. The martial arts masters in the Central Plains gathered, and their strength should not be underestimated!"

Li Haoran saw that his fingers were slender and flexible, as if he contained infinite power. Judging from his proud and stern fingers, Murong Hanqiu was obviously a master of swordsmanship.

Li Haoran saw that Murong Hanqiu was not a talkative person. He stretched out his right arm and the Lingyan sword was deshewn. Under the faint autumn day, the green light flashed, like a pool of autumn water.

Murong Hanqiu's eyes condensed, staring at Ling Yan Jian tightly, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword, I hope you did not insult such a magic weapon." After that, an ancient sword was gently unsheathed.

The two of them used the mysterious skills at the same time, and suddenly, a dragon roared and the sword energy rushed to the night.

The strong true qi flow is tangible and qualitative. It is centered on two people and dissipates around. The wind is as sharp as a sword. Some people with low skills cannot help but retreat, retreat, and then retreat.

Li Haoran, Murong Hanqiu, a blue and white long gown fluttered in the strong wind, and actually made a "pa" sound. Suddenly, a few white shadows floated into the distance like lightning, and everyone heard a squeak. A few towering ancient trees not far away were roaring, shaking, as if they were being suffered. The leaves all over the sky fell down one after another. The heroes watched the enemy and took a breath of air. They didn't expect that the two were so strong, nor could they expect that their martial arts could reach this level. They didn't tell the enemy and we were in a hurry, and they shivered in their hearts and thought to themselves, "Is this still a human?"

There are many people, but no voices.

Even Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Duan Susu, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnu had already closed their mouths tightly because they could also feel the pressure.

Duan Susu believed in Li Haoran, but the strength shown by Murong Hanqiu cannot be underestimated. His strength is much higher than Darba, and Yang Aojue is unknown. No one dared to speak out, and everyone stared with breath, waiting for the thunderous attack.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, as if all the lights between the sky and the earth had been concentrated on these two swords.

The fallen leaves were shattered a few feet away from their bodies. Suddenly, a piece of debris was blown up by the strong wind and stopped in front of them. In an instant,

Two swords and two immortal swords stabbed out quietly. The sword force was not fast. What about the move? Their sword moves were all separated from the scope of moves, and they were the sword that pierced straight out, which was perfect, because no one saw the flaws in it. The sword style was simple. It seemed that the two of them condensed all the sword moves into one move, and it seemed that they had no move at all, because they had not used the moves, and the sword intent in their hearts had changed silently.

In other people's opinion, this move is neither intense nor exciting, but Duan Susu, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, Jinlun Dharma King and others are all sweating coldly.

These people are all the masters of a lifetime. They saw that this move is all-encompassing and a simple sword technique actually integrates all the sword techniques in the world, and is extremely skillful and returns to the tangible.

The sword was very slow, very slow. Everyone saw the two swords slowly touch each other, very light and soft, just like a affectionate kiss from a lover. Although there was no sound, only the people in the game knew the passion.

With a loud "boom", two swords with twinkling light finally touched each other. Li Haoran took a few steps back, while Murong Hanqiu retreated repeatedly and stopped more than a meter away.

Li Haoran moved, no, it should be said that the Lingyan sword in his hand moved. The sword danced from afar, and the light curtains turned into thousands of apertures like tides, rushing towards Murong Hanqiu.

Murong Hanqiu looked cold and his sword turned round and wished, forming a vortex. All the apertures were immediately sucked into the center of the vortex. With the sword force swung, all the apertures were returned.

Li Haoran suddenly felt the sword empty, and then the halo he brewed was coming like a tide, and he was surprised. Duan Susu suddenly said, "What a way to compare with him, and he also used the 'fighting and moving' of his body." However, he reminded Li Haoran to be careful.

Li Haoran's mind was shocked and used the Tai Chi magical art to use the method of using force to fight the force. He tapped the tip of the sword lightly, and kept drawing circles. He circled the sword curtain into a little, and shot at Murong Hanqiu like lightning. He stepped in, put the sword flower in his backhand, and stabbed Murong Hanqiu again.

Murong Hanqiu saw that his "Dou Zhuan Xing" that he had tried and failed to work, and this time the sword energy was doubled, he was also shocked and wanted to "Dou Zhuan Xing" again.

When Li Haoran's sword reached the middle of the way, he suddenly turned to the direction, and his sword turned into nine sword rains, stabbing his throat, chest, and arms respectively. This move changed rapidly and incoherently.

Murong Hanqiu said with a shock "Huh". He didn't expect Li Haoran to change his move so quickly. He bounced his left hand and several strands of fingers knocked away the sword rain. However, the greater crisis was the sword light that condensed the skills of the two people. The sword light was so powerful that he was not sure whether the "fighting and star movement" could resist it. He had no other choice but to dodge it.

Li Haoran's sword force circled and then caught the sword light. The Lingyan sword suddenly buzzed. With a clear roar, he suddenly jumped up, and the sword light turned into starlight and shot straight away.

Murong Hanqiu was neither happy nor sad, and used his sword skills to pass on his monks. His moves continued, just like flowing clouds and water. In an instant, his whole body felt like he was covered in a light curtain. The sound of collision continued, and the sword light that had been troubled for a long time finally resolved.

Li Haoran had expected it, so he walked through the sword net and pointed directly at Murong Hanqiu's lower abdomen. When he resisted, he swung with the momentum. The sword tip trembled continuously, from left to right, and then turned sharply. The sharp sword energy went straight to Murong Hanqiu's legs. At the same time, the steps under his feet were extremely mature and flowing, wandering around Murong Hanqiu, the sword energy was empty and hissing sounded.

Murong Hanqiu's sword was like lightning, and the sword seemed to contain a thousand equal strength. The strong wind blew, and the sword was like a spiritual snake, sweeping and flashing, attacking Li Haoran.

Li Haoran's heart was as calm as water. The Lingyan Sword transformed into countless clones, and the tip of the sword scattered everywhere, forming a series of gentle and gentle rain. The seemingly slow and soft movements integrated the Tai Chi sword intent into it and dissolved all Murong Hanqiu's sword poses.

Water is unpredictable, fast or slow, fast or slow. The river flows eastward to the sea, which is fast or fast. The stream flows slowly and slowly. The lake surface is calm and without waves, which is quiet. The Tai Chi sword intent is the same. It is hard and soft. The mechanism of movement and stillness is the mother of yin and yang.

Li Haoran's mind was completely immersed in the way of water, and his heart was calm. He used his sword technique in his hand as if it was flowing clouds and flowing water. His sword style seemed to be picked up casually, and he seemed natural. Every move seemed simple, but in fact he was very clever.

After more than a hundred moves, Murong Hanqiu was completely controlled by this sword technique and immediately complained. The opponent's sword technique was dense and there was no way to find the sword style, but each sword pointed to his weakness. After more than twenty moves, Li Haoran could actually understand the gap after he drew the sword and attacked the sword first, and he seemed to deliberately reveal a flaw.

The Tai Chi Divine Sword combines the strengths of Taoism and forms a unique family. It is an existence that transcends the times. The "Tianshan Plum Hand" encompasses all martial arts in the world. Although Murong Hanqiu's sword technique is extremely powerful, it cannot be separated from the scope of his predecessors. Therefore, in Li Haoran's view, although Murong Hanqiu's sword technique is powerful, it is easy to crack.

After rolling and dismantling more than a hundred moves, Murong Hanke complained repeatedly, but Li Haoran's sword was pressing tightly, and he had no time to dodge, let alone change his moves. So he turned his left palm and used the "fighting and turning stars", intending to lose one palm in exchange for the opportunity to change his moves.

Li Haoran's feet floated, and the real move turned into a false move. The "fighting and moving stars" suddenly failed, and Li Haoran stabbed Murong Hanqiu with a backhand sword.

Murong Hanqiu retreated more than 100 feet away, fighting to get off the sword net, and at this point he got a chance to breathe. He was determined to abandon the sword and pointed his fingers more than 10 feet away.

Li Haoran smiled proudly and thought to himself: "Compet with me with finger skills, aren't you making trouble?" His best skills are his hands, and his sword skills are not his strengths.

Li Haoran had a circle of his right sword and transformed his finger into invisible force. He stretched out his index finger with a sniff, and his internal force shot out. The finger wind penetrated through the central palace, and the hissing sound was loud, just like the arrival of the emperor. Murong Hanqiu was shocked and drifted away.

The group immediately striking and exclaimed in unison: "Dali Yiyang Finger."

Duan Su's face was filled with a strange face, pink and pink, full of cheers. Li Haoran had a very shallow relationship with her. His power made her proud and suddenly said crisply: "Ran'er, that is Nan Murong's 'Ganhe Finger'. Dali's 'Six-Meridian Divine Sword' has been forgotten for a long time. Today, I will use the name of Nan Murong to let it recreate its due style!"

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Duan Yu defeated Nan Murong with the immature "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" on Shaoshi Mountain, and Bei Qiaofeng also admitted that he was defeated. After this incident, he not only achieved the reputation of Duan's family, but also allowed the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" to win the title of the world's number one. However, for more than a hundred years, no one has achieved success, so he was forgotten. Duan Susu's words were nothing more than just thinking of the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" as the world's number one, and also meant to let Li Haoran as the leader of the martial arts world.

Li Haoran didn't know Duan Susu's idea, but he always followed her meaning and knew that she must have a deep meaning. Moreover, the Six-Meridian Divine Sword was famous because Murong Fu became famous. He was sure that Murong Hanqiu and Murong Fu had a relationship. If he used the name of the Murong family to make the Six-Meridian Divine Sword reappeared in the martial arts world, it would be a martial arts story.

As Li Haoran and his two expected, Murong Hanqiu was the direct descendant of Gusu Murong. He knew the power of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. His face darkened, and he knew that he was far from his ancestors. So he said sternly: "'Six-Meridian Divine Sword' is the most amazing skill in the world. If a martial artist dies from such magical skills, he will die without regrets." After saying that, he held the sword in his right hand and bounced his left hand, and then more than ten Daojie's force broke through the air.

Li Haoran looked calm and pressed his thumb out to move the "Shao Shang Sword Technique". This sword technique opened and closed, with a grand momentum. Every sword stabbed out, and it was like a shocking momentum and a great storm.

After the five swords, Murong Hanqiu felt sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but retreat, retreated to the outer wall of Lujiazhuang, leaning against the wall to resist. He only felt that a sword peak was coming ferociously, which was insurmountable. At this moment, he could only resist with all his strength, and had no strength to fight back.

Li Haoran roared, and six meridians came out in one go, and ten fingers bounced, one went and the other came, endless. The six sword techniques were different, which was elusive, and the sword techniques were also unpredictable and extremely strange. In an instant, the sword energy was scattered, and it seemed that countless thunder and winds were rushing and striking each other.

More than twenty swords tear apart the sky, like the roar of the strong wind, traces of the bluestone ground were scratched, and the holes on the wall seemed to be unfathomable.

Quietly, terrible, so quiet that the needles can be heard. The heroes of the Central Plains forgot to cheer, and everyone was shocked and agitated. Unexpectedly, Li Haoran's martial arts reached such a terrible level. Everyone looked at Li Haoran's handsome back and shivered. Is he a human or a god with such ghost power?

After a long time, he heard a "clang" sound, and the heroes saw blood gushing from Murong Hanqiu's body, pointing to the hole. The sword in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, the entire wall collapsed and made a shocking sound. For a moment, the dust was everywhere, which was extremely deceptive. Everyone was shocked and was overwhelmed by the invincible sword technique. Even Duan Susu was stunned. She never dreamed that the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" was so powerful, and there was no need to say the shock of others.

This is the real martial arts, this is the charm of swordsmanship. Once such a domineering swordsmanship is released, who in the world dares to be the leader? Under this arrogant skill, martial arts in the world seem to have become a pediatrician, and are fascinated by its style.

The six-mechanical divine sword, the sword of heaven, has no defiance of heaven in the world. But it is an existence against the world.

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Li Haoran slowly walked to the Jinlun Dharma King and asked casually: "For the last time, do you want to compete?"

The meaning of the word is calm, like talking to an old friend. But this is heard in the ears of King Jinlun, and it is undoubtedly like thunder. Before he finished speaking, invisible pressure came directly. Even though he claimed to be a martial arts master, he also took a few steps back without hesitation.

Li Haoran's sword allowed him to see the lightness and elegance of the sword; Li Haoran's finger sword made him feel that he could not resist and was willing to bow down.

King Jinlun said with a wry smile: "We have lost six formations, so there is no need to compare anything. Moreover, with Daxia Li here, Lao Na does not have the courage to take action." He is also a strange man of a generation, and he was defeated directly when the enemies were everywhere.

Fame is more important than life for a master, but King Jinlun still said it bluntly. No one in the Central Plains heroes made fun of him, but instead admired his courage, because under this amazing swordsmanship, no one dared to make moves, and at least no one present dared to make moves.

Li Haoran nodded and said, "You go! Where to come from and where to go. The Central Plains is the world of the Chinese nation. Although the Central Plains is weak for the time being, this is only a temporary trend. If you are not ruthless, please protect your emperor's head at all times."

King Jinlun did not say anything. He knew that what he said was not false. According to his martial arts, he could come and go freely among millions of troops. Not to mention the head of an emperor.
Chapter completed!