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Countless sects are still entering the Divine War Plains one after another, and many of the top forces of the Nine Grades have also begun to gradually enter.

In the center, Chen Long was meditating with his eyes closed, and suddenly, he opened his eyes.

His gaze passed through the surrounding curtain and landed not far from the southwest, a sect that had just arrived.

The people of this sect all looked cold, although they were dressed differently, they all had dusty temperaments, and on their sleeves, almost all of them were embroidered with a strange flower with many petals.

"Cloud Flower. ”

Long Chen's gaze swept over the crowd, but he didn't see a familiar figure, so he took it back.

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded in his head.

"I'm waiting for you here. ”

Long Chen opened his eyes again, and then, the figure disappeared from its original position.

A moment later, twenty thousand miles away from the Divine War Plain, there was a mist-shrouded mountain range, and the mountains were all standing in the sea of clouds, as steep as a sharp sword.

At the top of a mountain peak, a figure was standing quietly, dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

The next moment, on another peak opposite the figure, another figure appeared out of thin air.

It's the same white clothes, long swords.

The person who appeared was Chen Long.

His gaze looked at the man in white on the top of the peak, thousands of feet away.

It was a woman, who looked no more than twenty or thirty years old, with a beautiful and dusty face, no hairpin, and long black hair, which was scattered behind her, and her body seemed to be filled with something invisible, which was sword intent.

Both were dressed in white, with long swords hanging from their waists.

The difference is that what Chen Long is carrying is a jet-black nine ink, while the long sword carried by the woman in white is a snow-white scabbard like clothes.

At this time, the eyes of the woman in white also cast on him, and the eyes of the two converged on the sea of clouds.

Neither of them spoke, just stared at each other quietly.

A moment later, the woman in white spoke, but her words were unexpected.

"You don't look like Jay. ”

Chen Long shook his head: "I'm Chen Long." ”

When the woman in white heard this, her eyes moved slightly, as if she was looking at Long Chen.

After a moment, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the scabbard at her waist.

"Get out of your sword. ”

Chen Long didn't speak, put his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at the woman in white, as if waiting for something.

The woman in white's gaze fell cold, and her slender hand left the scabbard.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared behind her, it was a girl with a snow-white face and long snow-white hair, but her eyes were ice blue.

The girl raised her hand, and her snow-white fingers merged into a sword point, and slashed down in the direction of Chen Long.

The extremely cool sword light, the moment it appeared, it had already crossed a distance of thousands of zhang and came to the front of Long Chen, this sword, as if ignoring the space.

Chen Long still didn't move, and at the same time, another beautiful girl in white clothes fluttering, long hair and eyes as black as ink, and her roots were flying, appeared beside him, and she also raised her sword and stabbed it out.

Compared to the snow light that hit the sword light, a wisp of pitch-black sword intent flashed in the girl's fingertips, and the two diametrically opposed sword intents collided together, and they were actually intertwined with each other, silently disappearing.

The next moment, the woman in white looked stunned, and she could hardly see her movements clearly, only to hear a sudden sword roar, and the dazzling sword light splashed out from the long sword that had been unsheathed at some point.

At the same time, the Nine Ink Sword was also unsheathed, Chen Long held the sword in his right hand, the pitch-black sword blade did not have the slightest light, and the two were thousands of feet apart, but when the sword was released, the two sword blades were quietly fighting above the sea of clouds.

There was no sound, and the two swords parted with a single touch.

But the sea of clouds below dissipated silently.

Along with the sea of clouds, there were dozens of sword peaks around the world, in addition to the peaks where the two of them were standing.

Yes, it was not destruction, but it was truly gone, leaving not even a trace.

It was in an extremely short moment that could hardly be measured by numbers, there were tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, or even tens of billions, hundreds of billions of tiny but fierce sword intents, which collided with each other, like a silent tide of destruction, cutting and shattering every trace of clouds and mist, every grain of dust, into a fine dust smaller than the dust.

It's just a sword, it doesn't look like a wave, just from the momentum of the momentum, not to mention the sage, it's not even as shocking as a strong man in the Emperor Realm.

But this contains almost the supreme sword intent in this world and the terrifying extremely terrifying control, it is the instant confrontation between two powerhouses who stand at the peak of the sword path, and the sword intent that can easily destroy the surrounding radius of 100,000 li is compressed in this relatively small space.

The woman in white moved her eyes slightly: "Go on." ”

Her hand holding the sword disappeared at the same time as the words fell.

Immediately after, a huge white wave rose out of thin air in front of her, yes, it was really a huge wave of white light, rootless and sourceless, and swept through the sky at a speed that didn't seem to be too fast, and rushed to the opposite peak.

That's not the Great Wave.

It was the one thousand nine million six hundred and twenty-eight thousand four hundred and twenty-three swords that the woman in white said those two words at the same time.

Of these nineteen million swords, each sword slashed out a white sword light like a crescent moon, and each sword light was enough to split a thousand-zhang peak, and thousands of sword rays were crowded together, turning into the appearance of this monstrous wave.

Chen Long also took out his sword.

He struck a sword.

But this sword is not just a sword, it seems that here in the present and the future, Chen Long swings the sword again and again, and then every time he swings the sword, it coincides with Chen Long at this moment.

"Shihe sword style, return to one, thirty-three days. ”

It was pitch black, and it didn't look like it was very sharp, and the long sword was handed out, facing the surging waves.

In an instant, the waves stopped.

A wisp of wind blew, but I saw that the white waves were blown away in this breeze, turning into countless smoke and dust, and in the midst of these mountains, a new sea of clouds was created in the blink of an eye.

The wind crossed a distance of thousands of feet, blowing up a strand of hair from the woman in white on the top of the opposite mountain, and at the same time, it brought out a trace of crimson on her face.

The woman in white paused for a moment, then suddenly withdrew her hand, the sword unsheathed, and then she raised her hand, her fingers brushing over her cheek.

Looking at the clear red of her fingertips, the woman in white raised her head.

"It doesn't look like you're dying that easily. ”

Chen Long said lightly: "Of course. ”

At this time, the invisible sword intent on the woman in white dissipated.

"Long time no see, Jia Huo. ”

Chen Long shook his head: "I'm Chen Long." ”

"Long time no see, Shen Yunying. ”

(End of chapter)