The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Zhao Tong was extremely furious at this moment, when he suddenly saw a ball of white light rolling in front of him, he couldn't help roaring angrily, and Mo Xie pointed his hand towards the sky, and used the thirteenth deadly sword in an instant.

The air around the prison was filled with a chill, and the lights on the wall flickered on and off under the impact of the sword energy. Zhao Tong's sword directly pierced the huge white light rolling in.

The white light was open with fireworks at the moment, as if it was indestructible, but the thirteenth sword stabbed past, and the sun rose directly into the sky. The ice and snow melted, melting the white light.

Yuanshen's sword move is not an ordinary move. There are one hundred and eight variations hidden in it. Seventy-two bright swords and thirty-six hidden swords are the essence of the sword skills he has practiced throughout his life.

Such a move, performed at the level of his great master, is simply killing a god when a god blocks it, and killing a Buddha when a Buddha blocks it.

Even among thousands of troops, it is possible to find a way out.

This is almost the ultimate in swordsmanship in the world.

This is the Dzogchen move, and it is the upper limit of what a single martial art can touch.

Perhaps reaching the top of his single-sword skills is not limited to Yuanshen's moves at this moment, but what he is using now is definitely one of the peak forms of swordsmanship.

The sword flames rolled in like a ball of snow, majestic and overwhelming, but they met Zhao Tong's thirteenth sword head-on.

Zhao Tong's thirteenth fatal sword was extremely strange and violent, causing chaos and chaos.

I can't talk about the specific changes in the techniques, but in short, they are killing, killing, killing, destroying, destroying and destroying.

This sword, like Yuanshen's sword, is a skill that can only be used by the Grand Master. Without the Grand Master's realm, it cannot be used.

The only difference is that Yuanshen's sword can only be used when one has reached the Grand Master level. As for Zhao Tong's Thirteenth Sword, as long as he has a thought and wants to use this sword, he will quickly reach the realm and use it. This sword.

But he was already a great master now and had no intention of climbing up the realm, so he used the sword directly.

With this fatal thirteenth sword shot, his entire mood instantly fell into boundless madness and violence. Bloodshot eyes gushed out, and they seemed to turn blood red under the weak light from the side.

"Oh, die!"

The thirteenth sword was like the black sun in the sky, the ice and snow melted, directly melting the cold light of the huge rolling sword flame, and then pierced it with unparalleled ferocity.

The soul sword flame was broken, but the sword moves remained the same, and a hundred and eight changes appeared in an instant.

The seventy-two moves are clearly changing in front, and the thirty-six moves are secretly changing in the back. They are so interlocking that it is impossible to calculate, resist, or dodge.

The thirty-six secret changes in Yuanshen's sword technique are actually thirty-six assassination methods, hidden behind the open sword, waiting for the opportunity to suddenly appear.

This is a skill he learned in Persia. After twenty years in Persia, he is used to seeing assassins, especially the Eagle's Nest organization of Huo Shan, the old man in the mountains. They all focus on assassination and never show the enemy directly. Huo Shan is the number one in the world. assassin.

Huoshan has a huge reputation in several dynasties such as the Persian Empire, as well as in those countries in Europe. It is almost astonishing to talk about it. When it comes to assassinations, no one can surpass him.

Yuanshen had been in Persia for twenty years and had never known each other. They cherished each other and became good friends. They discussed martial arts with each other and compared their skills. Naturally, he also learned some assassination techniques. However, he did not major in this art and only chose to blend the best. Among his own sword skills, he thought he was an auxiliary.

He returned from Persia this time because Huo Shan passed away and the Eagle Nest organization was in chaos. They were fighting for power. They were divided into several factions and attacked each other. Several dynasties from outside sent troops to exterminate them. It was really impossible to continue living in Persia, so he had to fight out. After heavy encirclement and suppression, they returned east to Daxia.

Huo Shan has many disciples, and they never hesitate to use their own martial arts, so many of them have obtained their true skills. Otherwise, civil strife would not have occurred. They all think that they can do it and want to be the leader of the sect. Even the Yuanshen could not do it before Huo Shan died. He was given a secret martial arts manual by the Dark Night Scripture.

This Book of Dark Nights was not an attack or killing technique, but only a way to hide and hide. It was of little use to what he had learned, but for Monk Xuanku, it was in line with his martial arts path, so Xuanku couldn't wait to agree to help.

Although this Dark Night Sutra is of no great use to the soul, it is still somewhat mixed into the Thirty-six Secret Sword Moves. Although it is just a deception, it is better than nothing.

At this moment, the soul is united with the human and the sword. The human is the sword, and the sword is the human. No longer distinguishing each other, the human shape of the entire blade is like a flawless fighting machine. There is virtuality in reality, reality in virtuality, falsehood in truth, and clarity in everything. There is darkness, crushing over, trying to tear Zhao Tong into thousands of pieces.

Zhao Tong slashed down with his sword, and the sword light trailed, shattering and melting the sword flames, pointing directly at the true form of the soul.

One hundred and eight changes in the soul unfolded immediately, and no human form could be seen in the field. In an instant, Zhao Tong was trapped in the sea of ​​knives.

Yes, it is the sea of ​​​​knives!
  He broke through the sword light and melted the sword flame with one sword, but he fell into a sea of ​​swords.

The sea of ​​​​knives stacks up, seemingly endless, and each wave is an attack with a sword technique. The sword technique divides yin and yang, two sides, light and dark, water and fire, life and death!

Originally there was only one knife in Yuanshen's hand, but at this moment there seemed to be thousands of knives. Every wave in the sea of ​​​​knives, every wave, was a knife. It was not an illusion of a knife, but a real knife. Mountains of knives and seas of knives came out from all directions, directly engulfing Zhao Tong with a "bang".

Zhao Tong's eyes were blood red at this time, he groaned heavily, and fully deployed the thirteenth fatal sword.

It's like a black line suddenly appears from the horizon at dawn, the black light of death, directly cutting the sea in half, regardless of whether you are water or fire, mountain or sea, directly cutting off the air, cutting off the yin and yang, cutting off the two sides, cutting off the two sides. Cut off light and darkness, cut off life and death.

This sword cut off the one hundred and eight changes of Yuanshen's move, split it from the middle, and directly peeled it off into thirty-six and seventy-two.

Directly interrupt this move, destroy this enrollment area, and forcibly stop the opponent's sword power, blood, and spirit!

Yuan Shen let out an extremely depressed and angry roar.

This move was abruptly interrupted, and he was seriously injured in an instant.

This move of his is famous. It is not included in the sword technique. It exists independently. It is called the Tiangang Earth Evil Yin Yang Life and Death Exterminating Tianluo Sword. It is a unique move among unique moves!

This move must be used in conjunction with the sword and man. With one strike, there is no going back. No matter life or death, the attack and killing will not stop.

However, at this moment, he was interrupted. Not to mention that he used this unprecedented move. He just didn't use this kind of trick. It was just a state where the sword and man were united. As long as the power was not exhausted, he was After being interrupted, Qi and blood will be drawn back and you will be hurt.

However, Yuanshen is in the realm of a grand master after all, so he suppressed the injury in an instant, then turned the blade in his hand and used the mighty sword of the thundering prison god.

This sword technique no longer shines with white flames. Instead, the wind howls, and the cold and harsh sounds are endless. It is as if the mountain peaks are overwhelming and the building is overturned.

"Huh, what a trivial trick, it just makes you smile!" Zhao Tong sneered. The thirteenth fatal sword was not completely used. Less than half of the sword was deployed, Zhao Tong's figure and the sword light formed a black line and continued to cut away.

The Yuanshen screamed again and again, the sword light was like the sky, suppressing it, Zhao Tong's thirteen swords suddenly exploded, and countless thin awns like black lines suddenly bloomed, colliding with the Yuanshen's sword moves.

The scene was instantly chaotic, with all kinds of violence, destruction, and the smell of killing filling the air. Yuan Jing couldn't help but let out an "ah" from behind, and pulled Yuan Ji to retreat quickly.

There was a clang of metal, and then a low "chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound of melodious sound. Zhao Tong laughed wildly: "Die, die, die, die!"

"You..." Yuanshen's voice also sounded, but it seemed as if his strength had been drained instantly, and he was extremely weak.

"What great master, what bullshit swordsmanship, what ancestor of the Yuan family, all die for me, ah ah ah!" Zhao Tong was furious, his voice penetrated the entire military prison, like the roar of an evil beast.

"Boom!" "Crash!" "Kudongdong"!
  A loud noise was heard, and dozens of cells all around collapsed, all cut into pieces by the light of swords and swords.

Wooden pillars flew horizontally, iron ropes splashed, and dust flew up. The body of the soul kept retreating, and even its legs lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

And Zhao Tong's figure was like electricity, his sword was pointed, and his aura was as violent as a tiger or a lion, chasing him forward.

"Death, death, death!" Zhao Tong's figure was like a ghost walking around. The black awning tail of the Moye sword in his hand was puffing out. He chased him close in an instant. His expression was ferocious and fierce. He stabbed out with a sword, countless shadows and lights flashed, pointing directly at Yuan Yuan. god.

Yuan Shen was seriously injured at this time. The sword technique just now was no match for the violent and destructive sword of the opponent. Under that sword, all the meridians in his body were cut off. At this moment, he could only rely on the Grand Master realm to hold his breath and retreat. Walk.

His expression was sad, his face was pale, and his eyes were dull. He knew in his heart that even if he escaped from the present moment, he would not be alive for long. His body was in chaos, all the major veins were broken, and the Qi machine was blocked. He could only rely on the realm to lift Qi. support.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it..." Yuanshen murmured to himself. He hated it in his heart. He hated everything, and even suddenly hated himself for why he wanted to practice martial arts. What was the use of practicing martial arts? Medicine is not an elixir, it is just poison. People are not invincible and will eventually be killed!
  "I don't accept it!" He yelled and spat out a blood arrow, faster than lightning and faster than sword light. It carried a strong fishy smell and seemed to contain poison, and it shot directly at the oncoming Zhao Tao.

"How dare you, old thief!" Zhao Tong shouted, opened his mouth suddenly, and blew out a breath, as violent as the wind, and actually blew all the blood arrows back!
  "Ahhh!" The smelly blood arrows rolled back and shot the Yuanshen's head and face, and the Yuanshen immediately screamed in agony.

This mouthful of blood is indeed highly poisonous. It is an assassination method that Yuanshen learned from Huo Shan in Persia. He cultivates a mouthful of poisonous blood in his body and sprays it out to hurt people at critical moments. However, such a secret method was actually broken at this moment. And it also backfired on his own family.

"Die!" Zhao Tong's voice sounded again, full of excitement, pride, and high emotions. Just look at the sword light in his hand, and countless swords cut in orbit. The light was like a net, even if it hadn't reached However, under the light shield, the soul seemed to have been cut into countless small pieces. Under the light of the sword, it was extinct without mercy.

"No, don't..." Yuan Jing panicked from behind and screamed miserably.

I heard a "swish" sound. The sword had already reached in front of Yuanshen. Yuanshen could not dodge at all. The person was still retreating and was cut into several pieces by the volley. Blood was sprinkled like rain, and the body fell down. land.

"Hahahahaha!" Zhao Tao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The red light in his eyes seemed to be lighter, but his expression was still fierce.

Moye's sword shook in his hand, and blood beads rolled down, as if water and oil had not touched it, and the sword's blade became smooth and clear again.

He looked forward, only to see Yuan Jing standing blankly in the distance, holding a steel hook in one hand and holding Yuan Ji with the other, his body shaking continuously.

Although Yuan Ji had already untied the ropes and pulled away the chains from Pipa's bones, he had been imprisoned for too long. Although his injuries were not fatal, his hands and feet were numb, his blood and energy were blocked, and his martial arts skills were at a loss. At this time, he saw Yuan Shen die tragically. , Zhao Tong looked over and couldn't help but struggle to stand up.

Zhao Tong's eyes flickered and his face turned red. He looked at the two of them and suddenly bared his teeth, revealing a ferocious expression: "You two must die too!"

Yuan Ji was silent and clenched his hands fiercely, but when he saw Zhao Tong walking towards him like a devil holding a sword, his palms slowly relaxed again, and a feeling of powerlessness arose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he has almost lost all his martial arts skills. It is difficult to stand up and move. But even when he was at his peak, he was not an enemy of this evil thief. He wanted to resist but how could he succeed...

Zhao Tong walked forward slowly, pointing Moye Sword at Yuanji: "What do you want to do? How dare you attack me? You are so brave!"

Yuanji's teeth clenched loudly as he stared at Zhao Tong without saying a word.

"I, I will fight with you!" At this moment, Yuan Jing next to him slowly put down Yuanji's arm and blocked him in front of Yuanji. The steel hook was pointed at Zhao Tong with a cold light.

"Oh?" Zhao Tong looked at Yuan Jing, suddenly smiled, and said in an erratic voice: "Yuan Jing, you don't know how to appreciate me, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"I, I will kill you evil thief!" Yuan Jing was filled with grief and anger at this moment. Her ancestor was dead. She and Yuan Ji were trapped in a military prison. It was difficult to escape. Since death was on both sides, she could risk her life and die at this moment. , you can’t just sit back and wait for capture.

The steel hook in her hand was like a white vulture spreading its wings, and she stepped forward and swept towards Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong is now in the realm of Grand Master, how can it be compared to Roulang Mountain at that time? Mo Xie flicked his sword and tapped his sleeves, and the hook was sent far away. Then he stepped forward and locked it. Yuan Jing's throat.

A small black arrow suddenly appeared in Yuan Jing's hands and pierced Zhao Tong's body. Zhao Tong snorted coldly and knocked down the small arrow with his other hand. With the force, the black gauze covering his face was torn off.

Tonight, Yuan Jing was not disguised, and a beautiful face that would make the whole nation suddenly revealed. Zhao Tong looked at this face and couldn't help but chuckle: "Concubine Jing, why don't you serve me?"

Yuan Jing was shocked when he heard this, and moved his hands and feet to struggle out of Zhao Tao's control.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tong stretched out his hand and touched her head. Two hairpins were immediately in hand, and the long black hair immediately fell down, adding to her charm.

"Evil thief, let me go..." Yuan Jing struggled to the side, trying to commit suicide by touching his head against the pillar.

Zhao Tong's fingers were flying, and the sharp point of the hairpin quickly stabbed several of her acupuncture points, and finally sealed them and penetrated two large acupoints.

Yuan Jing suddenly felt weak in his arms and legs, and said in panic: "You, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Tong reached out and touched her face, laughed loudly, picked her up and walked deeper into the cell.

Yuan Ji, who was on the ground, saw this and his eyes were splitting. He wanted to get up to stop him, but he didn't have the strength. The next moment, he fell to the ground with a "plop".

Seeing Zhao Tong walk away and hearing Yuan Jing exclaim, Yuanji's face instantly turned pale. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he fainted...

(End of this chapter)