Chapter 426

The twin sisters, one of whose swordsmanship is open and close and full of masculinity, are like an unparalleled general charging in front. The other is secretive, insidious and omnipotent. It is completely two extremes.

It took Beiluo thirty-five moves to kill the twin sisters. Xia Shuang couldn't draw his sword and followed him, anxious but helpless.

"Sure enough, these sword slaves are more and more powerful, and they have nothing on them. Maybe the supreme sword code is really in the hands of the sword owner!"

Beiluo's eyes flashed a touch of anxiety and said that it can be inferred from the words written outside these palaces that there are three sword slaves behind. The strength of these sword slaves is getting stronger and stronger. Beiluo is not sure whether he can solve them all.

"Elder martial brother, why don't you rest for a while before moving forward?" Xia Shuang said reluctantly that what she practiced was sword cultivation, and the sword was abandoned as soon as it was pulled out. If the strongest sword could not be played in the most critical place, they would be defeated.

"No, I'm not tired now. There's no need to rest. Let's move on!" Beiluo shook his head and continued to walk forward with Xia Shuang.

The sixth hall is the "Naihe gate", which is guarded by a man in a cloak. When Xia Shuang and Beiluo enter, the man in a cloak is clutching a sword and lowering his head. It seems that he is closing his eyes and nourishing himself. It doesn't look up until Xia Shuang and Beiluo enter the palace.

"No one can break into here for a long time!" The man looked up slowly and could speak.

As soon as Xia Shuang and Bei Luo said this, their faces suddenly changed. Does this mean that someone has rushed here before? But since someone broke into here, why are the guards of the previous levels still there? This means that as long as the sword master behind the eighth level does not die, the sword slaves in the previous levels can be resurrected?

Xia Shuang and Beiluo are both smart people. In a word, they have analyzed a lot of things.

"But even if you break here, you'll die!"

The voice of the black robed man fell. At the moment of the exit of the word "death", its figure moved. Countless black robed people appeared in the palace at the same time, and countless dark swords stabbed North at the same time.

"No!" Beiluo's face suddenly changed. Their Tianhe sword sect originally had a secret method to distinguish the true and false of the illusion, but the secret method now has no effect. In Beiluo's perception, every illusion in front of them seems to be true.

"Elder martial brother, be careful!"

Xia Shuang's face was on the same side and shouted in surprise.

"The tide of a sword rises ten thousand li ping!"

Beiluo took a deep breath. The sun killing sword in his hand suddenly released a huge light. Each light was a small fire sword. Each fire sword stabbed the dense black robed people in the air. It doesn't matter which black robed person is true or which black robed person is false. Whether he is true or false, attack at the same time.

"Poop poop poop poop poop!"

Fire swords pierced these illusions in an instant, and the dense illusions were all penetrated by fire swords in the twinkling of an eye, but those people in black robes all seemed to be fake, and the passage of fire swords didn't play the slightest role.

Seeing that the dense black robed people and the sword in their hands were about to engulf Beiluo, Xia Shuang almost couldn't help fighting. At this moment, Beiluo ignored the black robed people and the long sword, and suddenly turned around and cut it off with a sword.

"When!"

A clear impact sounded fiercely. The sun killing sword directly cut on a black sword, and the shrill scream sounded immediately. The black sword was cut into two sections by the sun killing sword in an instant. The scream was sent by the black sword.

"I knew it was you!"

Beiluo looked cold and fierce, ignoring the black robed man behind him. The black robed man disappeared in the blink of an eye after the black sword was cut off.

"This?" Xia Shuang was stunned and looked at the scene unbelievably. Up to now, he still didn't understand what was going on.

"The gatekeeper of this pass is actually the black sword. The man in black robe is just an illusion of the sword. He talks to us to make us believe that it is true!" Beiluo wiped the sweat on his palm, took a deep breath and said.

Just now, the sword seemed simple, and the black sword was cut off with one blow. But if Beiluo made a wrong judgment, he was the one who died. However, Beiluo was lucky and he bet right.

"I didn't expect that!" Xia Shuang couldn't help looking at the broken black sword. Unexpectedly, the owner of the sword finally disappeared. On the contrary, it was the sword that took shape.

"Let's have a rest!"

Beiluo directly took out a meditation pill and sat cross legged on the ground without hesitation. It was too dangerous just now. He felt that his hand holding the sword was still shaking. If he continued to pass in this state, he would die in the last two passes.

Xia Shuang nodded and stood alert around. Beiluo repaired for more than half an hour before he completely calmed down. When he stood up again, his eyes had recovered their edge.

"Go!"

The seventh hall, Shura gate, the guard of this pass is a white haired old man. It seems to have no response to Beiluo and Xia Shuang coming in. You can see it. The faces of Beiluo and Xia Shuang show an extremely dignified look.

"Great master three grades!"

Xia Shuang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. This white haired old man has amazing momentum. He is the strong one of the great master's three grades. From entering the mirror water cave, this is the strongest one Xia Shuang met.

Beiluo and Xia Shuang looked at each other. Beiluo nodded slightly to Xia Shuang. Xia Shuang * quickly took out a magic weapon full of aura from the storage bag and twisted it directly at the old man, while Beiluo just held the sword and was ready to take action at any time.

Xia Shuang can't produce a sword because of his sword skills. The martial arts of Tianhe sword sect are all on the sword, so without the sword, Xia Shuang is basically useless. Before coming, the senior management of Tianhe sword sect also considered this problem, so they prepared some other things for her, such as this hidden weapon and the dragnet.

This dragnet is not an ordinary thing. After special refining, it is at least ten times more powerful than an ordinary dragnet.

Xia Shuang unscrewed the concealed weapon, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," and suddenly translucent fine ox hair needles flew out and shot directly at the white haired old man. These fine ox hair needles flew into the air and suddenly burst into fragments, which spread all over the palace space, leaving the white haired old man nowhere to hide.

This kind of concealed weapon certainly can't kill the great master's strong man of the third grade, but as long as it can hurt the old man and affect its combat power, Xia Shuang and Beiluo's goal will be achieved.

When the concealed weapon was fired, Beiluo was ready to cooperate with him, but before he could do it, Beiluo and Xia Shuang were suddenly stunned. The dense hairy needle passed directly through the white haired old man, as if the old man and the sword in his hand were just a shadow.

"What's going on?"

Beiluo and Xia Shuang were stunned and looked at the empty hall in front of them. The old man's body disappeared silently after countless fine needles passed through.

"No, elder martial brother, be careful. It practices assassination. It's hidden around!" As soon as Xia Shuang's face changed, he grabbed a ball from the storage bag again and hit the ground fiercely.

The assassin of great master Sanpin, this is terrible. He must appear.

"Bang!"

As soon as the ball hit the ground, a burst of white fog came out. The white fog was not strong, but it began to spread around as soon as it appeared. When the white fog spread to less than half of the palace, it suddenly revealed a strange thing. Something appeared faintly in the white fog.

"There!" In Beiluo's eyes, the cold light flashed and cut the past with a sword in an instant, but the just existing thing disappeared in an instant, and then a cold light suddenly bloomed from the void.

The speed of the cold light made Beiluo almost unable to respond. The white haired old man could instantly move his position. Such an ability is terrible.

"Fixing lens!"

Beiluo roared. A mirror suddenly appeared on his head. As soon as the copper mirror appeared, it turned around and shone. Under a golden light, the speed of the cold light suddenly slowed down.

Beiluo is also a double cultivation of Taoism and martial arts. It can activate the magic weapon. This fixing lens is the magic weapon. In the enveloping range of the fixing lens, the enemy's attack will slow down. This magic weapon is specially used to restrain those enemies who win by speed.

"Blade storm!"

When the cold light found that it was wrong, he immediately withdrew without hesitation and disappeared out of the mirror light, and the white fog made by Xia Shuang began to be unable to capture the trace of the enemy, because the white haired old man was too fast.

But Beiluo is also a very experienced swordsman. He knows that in this case, once the enemy finds it difficult to kill him, he is likely to attack Xia Shuang immediately. Therefore, Beiluo directly urges the blade storm without hesitation.

His body shape flashed directly in front of Xia Shuang, and then a series of swords appeared from him. Hundreds of swords gathered, rotated at a high speed with his body as the center, and then pushed forward madly.

"Dangdang!"

In the blink of an eye, bursts of violent collision sounded fiercely. The blade storm indeed found the enemy. Countless sword Qi collided with the enemy's sword. The old man was dragged for a moment and immediately began to move in the white fog.

"Fixing lens!"

Beiluo did not hesitate to take the opportunity to urge the mirror and let the mirror light cover the old man's position, so that the old man's speed began to slow down. At the same time, he opened his mouth silently, and a translucent sword flew out of his mouth silently, hitting the unsuspecting old man in an instant.

The translucent sword was shot from one eye of the white haired old man, and then penetrated from the back of his brain, completely harvesting the last trace of life of the old man.

The white haired old man didn't expect to die. Beiluo is not only a double cultivation of Taoism and martial arts, but also a sword cultivation. He not only cultivates his sword, but also cultivates his flying sword.

The white haired sword slave who is only half weaker than Beiluo is dead.