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He stared at Tang Sheng in the backlight, the red light bloomed behind her, and Tang Sheng's face looked mysterious in the shadows. Monsoon said, "Please! ”

Tang Sheng lowered his long and thick eyelashes, and between his thoughts, he offered the Ice and Fire Bracelet, which stretched from Tang Sheng's left wrist, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep.

Tang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and bright, looking at the monsoon that was staring at her, and his eyes jumped directly into the eyes of the monsoon.

Ji Feng's heart jumped, and Tang Sheng's eyes were sharp and aggressive, crashing into his heart from the bottom of his eyes.

Her gaze was sharp into the edge of the sword, and she saw not only his hand, his sword, his face, his eyes, but also his heart.

Ji Feng's muscles tensed under Tang Sheng's gaze, and he couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand.

I only heard that the Ice and Fire Bracelet let out a long roar and fell into Tang Sheng's right hand.

Monsoon's pupils shrank, the last time he competed, Tang Sheng held a sword in his left hand, and now he has his right hand!

Leng Renjie stood behind them, feeling the pressing sword aura and the tension between the two of them.

Without the use of a sword, the two of them have already fought each other several times through eye fighting.

He suddenly felt the sacredness of this battle.

This is how a sword cultivator attaches importance to his opponent, paying attention to every detail of his opponent, his eyes, the subtle expressions of his face, the movements in his hands, and the sword in his hands.

Monsoon is his good brother, Tang Sheng is his little junior sister, and he brings these two people together.

At this moment, Leng Renjie didn't know in his heart, whether he hoped that Tang Sheng would win or that Monsoon would win.

In Leng Renjie's heart, he was worried about Tang Sheng for no reason.

Ji Feng is definitely a strong and persistent sword cultivator, his sword is sharp and does not contain the slightest emotion, he cultivates not ruthless Dao, nor is it a sentient Dao, he cultivates the Taishang Reverse Current. Going against the current, such a sword, he has never had to go all out, without detours.

Will his sword hurt Tang Sheng. Leng Renjie was worried, he tricked this person out, but he wanted her to go back intact.

Similarly, he worries about the monsoons. He also noticed that Tang Sheng's sword had changed from his left hand last time to his right hand.

Tang Sheng definitely didn't do it unintentionally. Then the only explanation is that she is more powerful with a sword in her right hand than with a sword in her left hand.

Tang Sheng's sword in his left hand is tied with Monsoon, and if he holds a sword in his right hand, it is even more powerful. So can Monsoon withstand such a failure?

Monsoon constantly wants to compete with Tang Sheng, and his ultimate goal is to defeat Tang Sheng.

No matter what kind of competition it is, there is only one goal in the end, to win!

If Ji Feng, who had cultivated for dozens of years, was defeated by Feng Tang Sheng, who had cultivated for ten years, would it break his sword path?

Tang Sheng and Ji Feng, who wins and who loses in this battle?

The remnant sun is half hidden in the horizon, and the figure of the monsoon generally disappears into the darkness.

His sword reflected half a round of remnant sun, and the sword had already pierced out, and it attacked in front of Tang Sheng in the blink of an eye.

The sword body was not infused with a trace of aura, and the battle intent on Ji Feng's body was agitated, rushing into the sword body, and the sword emitted a fierce sword aura. Rushing towards Tang Sheng faster than a sword.

Tang Sheng held a sword brush in his right hand, a few sword flowers, and two sounds of breaking the air sounded.

Leng Renjie's eyes widened, and Tang Sheng's two sword qi rippled in the air.

"Bang!" The first sword qi collided with the sword qi of the monsoon.

The two sword qi collided, filling the air with waves in the air.

The second sword qi crossed the air wave and arrived in front of the monsoon.

Ji Feng swung his sword to meet it and broke through this sword qi.

The two figures are entangled, you come and go. The sound of sword qi constantly exploding in the air, and the sword marks on the surrounding trees.

Leng Renjie watched the purple figure fly up and down in a daze.

The remnant sun had completely set into the horizon, the night sky was shining with stars, and the bright moonlight was shining on the little purple figure. She is like a fairy by the night.

Her sword was faster than Monsoon's, and one after another sword light flew into the shadows. Tang Sheng's indifferent face was reflected.

Those cat's eyes are fierce and aggressive at the moment.

Leng Renjie's heart began to pound again. He swallowed hard. Those bright eyes shocked him more than when she smiled crookedly. At this moment, Leng Renjie's heart was beating like a pound and his breath was short.

Ji Feng gradually felt the sense of oppression that Tang Sheng brought her.

His cultivation is the way of the Taishang Countercurrent. The more difficult it is, the more his sword has to rise to it.

Although the monsoon attacked first, the two of them took the lead from the beginning.

He gradually felt the powerful sword qi emanating from Tang Sheng's sword, opening and closing, gathering and scattering freely.

Tang Sheng, who held a sword in her right hand, her sword was extremely fast, two or three times faster than that of holding a sword in her left hand.

One sword move has come up, and the second and third sword moves have followed.

At this moment, Tang Sheng is like a killing god, indifferent and strong! Her sword was not murderous, but it had a vicious aura.

Monsoon did not flinch under such tremendous pressure, on the contrary, the more he fought, the more excited he became.

From the branches on the moon to the east.

The two no longer know how to go back and forth against each other.

Tang Sheng's sword came from the front, and it suddenly darkened in front of Monsoon's eyes, his senses were clear, and he heard the sound of the wind, the sound of the branches shaking, the sound of insects, and the neighing of spirit beasts in the distance.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a little boy practicing his sword, but he was only six or seven years old, holding a huge sword in both hands and wielding it again and again.

The teenage boy walked alone in the depths of the jungle with a sword on his back, and was not afraid to face the demon beast spirit beast.

The boy grew into a man, under the turbulent waterfall, on the top of the mountain, in the morning sun, and under the starry sky, leaving his diligent figure.

The man beats one opponent after another, and he longs for the opponent to grow.

He is constantly pursuing a higher kendo, hoping to one day be able to break the swordsmanship. Condense sword intent.

Then he met a young girl, who first held a sword in her left hand and matched him, and then the girl's sword changed from her left hand to her right hand.

Everything is gone.

The maiden's sword was pressed against him.

He stood in the grove and fought Tang Sheng in the competition he longed for.

He lost!

"This is sword intent! You actually cultivated sword intent! Ji Feng looked at Tang Sheng excitedly, he felt a little moved, he actually saw her sword intent in a girl's sword.

Sword intent, this is every sword cultivator, a lifelong pursuit.

"Sword Intent!" Monsoon's words exploded in Leng Renjie's mind.

He didn't expect that this sixteen-year-old girl had actually cultivated her sword intent. This is a genius in kendo.

The best sword cultivator of the Hengjian Sect did not cultivate sword intent at the age of sixteen.

Ji Feng looked at Tang Sheng excitedly, he didn't know how gentle his eyes were at this time. An inexplicable sense of pride welled up in his heart. This person who cultivated sword intent is my little junior sister, Tang Sheng.

Tang Sheng put down his sword and sat down cross-legged. Begin to think back to her last sword.

The battle with the monsoon was hearty, the first and second layers of the Tai Chi reincarnation swordsmanship were constantly reincarnated, and between the stars and the stars, Tang Sheng recalled the kind of mysterious artistic conception she fell into when she sat in the stands when she was at the summit of the Middle Ten Gates.

This layer was already so clear at this moment, and Tang Sheng finally realized the first layer of sword intent of the Tai Chi Reincarnation Sword Technique.

Chaos is infinite, chaos is one. Reincarnation, from nothingness to nothingness. (To be continued.) )