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That's the old enemy.

This kind of person, the moment they meet them, they know that they will only be enemies in this life, either you die or I die.

And Ling Jue and Pershings, the moment they met many years ago, they knew that the two would eventually meet each other one day.

There have been many confrontations, bright and dark, no less than a hundred, but this time Peshings couldn't help but boil his blood. He twisted his head, stuck out his tongue and licked his bloody lips, and a flame "snorted" above the ground, circling around him, guarding him like a patronus.

The extremely hot fire met the extremely cold ice, and the two were on the verge of breaking out, and the square was filled with a thin mist, enveloping the two of them.

Fire, which is Perchens' ability; The ice ability is Lord Ling's ability.

One person inherits the lineage of ancient earth Chinese, and has learned the Miao knife used by the family since childhood; One has admired the Western culture of the ancient earth for generations, and the one-handed fencing has made it superb.

Whether it's from an ability, a culture, or a position. The two of them are like fate, destined to die forever and endlessly.

The Miao knife used by Ling Jue was five feet long, the blade was slender, and it was covered with layers of frost, making it more than twice as large as normal, and the huge ice blade, the tip of the knife pointed at the ground, and as the master advanced, a thin white mark was drawn on the ground.

However, under the gaze of Pershings, this white mark burst open in a moment, and became a deep ravine.

What a power!

But... Only those with such strength are qualified to be his opponents! As soon as Peshings let go of his hand, the energy blade in his palm fell to the ground, and he took out a light-looking heavy sword from the space button, in the ancient earth period, the heavy sword was a duel sword in aristocratic culture, and if someone showed this sword, it represented respect for the opponent.

With fire in his left hand and a sword in his right, Peshings' body moved, and the heavy sword in his hand stabbed towards Ling Jue at an extremely fast speed. The shadow of the sword is like weaving, like a sudden rainstorm in summer, dripping on Ling Jijue's body, the fire dragon is still sane, at the same time as the master's fencing, like a dragon going out to sea, suddenly around the back of Ling Jijue, and the attack of the heavy sword to form a front and back attack.

"Jingle Bell!"

I saw a sword light and sword shadow, and the places where the heavy sword stabbed were blocked by the huge ice knife with a blue body, and the heavy sword, which seemed to be thin and light, left a white mark on the knife. And the mighty fire dragon was entangled by the ice dragon that suddenly appeared, biting each other and not letting anyone, and finally disappeared into the air, turning into a trace of mist.

In the next moment, Ling Jue's palm holding the ice blade flipped over, and the ice blade carried a compelling cold air, slashing straight towards Pershings, and all the blades were frozen.

The difference between a knife and a sword is one heavy strength, one heavy skill.

The oncoming knife, with an astonishing terrifying might, was terrifyingly powerful.

Pershings' ability moved at will, erecting a wall of fire in front of him, unloading two-thirds of the power that hit him. But two-thirds of it was gone, and the remaining one-third was not something that ordinary people could bear, and he made a mistake in his steps, and he turned around to avoid this imposing sword qi.

Can... Avoided one, what about the remaining ones?!

Ling Jijue quickly swung the ice blade in his hand, brushing and brushing! Five sword shadows in a row were connected in a series almost without gaps, and they slashed towards Pershings quickly and violently!

Fierce attacks, as if they didn't need to breathe, wave after wave.

Suddenly, Pershings was accidentally struck by a touch of knife qi, although he had unloaded most of the power with the heavy sword in his hand, but the huge impact made his whole person fly backwards backwards, with a force on his toes, and he was stunned for about 100 meters before stopping.

Without allowing a pause, he stepped on his feet, and the whole person rose into the air, turning into an afterimage, thin sparks flashed on the heavy sword, and the sword light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached Ling Jijue, followed by a lightning-like hand.

The huge ice blade and the flexible but powerful heavy sword in Peshings' hand collided fiercely, and suddenly the bright light when the swords met bloomed, so that both of them clearly saw the fierce battle intent in each other's eyes and the extremely cold brilliance.

In a fight, the two have passed 100 moves. In a short period of time, the whole square has lost its previous grandeur and has become a mess.

Suddenly, I don't know whose knife slashed whom, or whose sword stabbed whom, the two of them staggered and retreated separately, and the right hand of Ling Jue holding the ice blade was shattered by the huge force of the backlash, and blood was dripping.

On the other side, Pershings was no better, he could stand still, and there was a surge of qi and blood in his body, new injuries and old injuries, which was really a mixture of old feelings. However, except for the sudden paleness of his face, he couldn't find any pain on his face, but pulled the corners of his mouth, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha... Readily! ”

A powerful enemy, a perfect enemy, worthy of being the one he puts in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ling Jue pursed his lips, and slightly agreed with what the other party said, he had not fought so wholeheartedly for a long time. However, now is not the time to catch up, his left hand drooped slightly, and the ice ability was condensed in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, an ice blade that looked exactly the same as the one in his right hand suddenly appeared, the only difference was that the ice blade in his left hand was all made of ice.

Holding two ice blades, Ling Jijue attacked Perchens at great speed, one of the ice blades went straight down the road, and the other wiped towards his neck without half a pause, drawing a smooth line in the air.

But Peshings is also a battle-experienced general, and he reacted quickly to the ground, turning over, his long hair tied high and the ice blade brushed by, and a few strands of hair fell.

He's fast, Ling Jijue is faster!

With a slight shake of his hand, the ice blade in his hand suddenly turned to one side, the blade was facing downward, and it slashed down towards his face!

......

"Bang bang bang!"

The quiet underground base suddenly shook, and the faint sound of explosions came intermittently, breaking the silence for a long time.

"What's that sound?" Lin Yan's footsteps paused, his expression froze, and his voice seemed to be coming from all directions, as if he was on his side. He glanced at Wen Han, who was following him, and the other party nodded solemnly, then took out a set of equipment from the space button and fiddled with it on the wall of the tunnel.

At the same time, a thousand meters above the underground square, the young man in the white coat raised his head suddenly, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he put down the medicine bottle in his hand, strode out of the laboratory, and walked towards Jun Ge's room with a clear purpose.

In Jun Ge's room, it was long empty, except for a hole in the ceiling that allowed one person to pass through, telling the visitors what was going on here. The young man stared at the ceiling and was silent, this appearance made the person in charge of the guard next to him couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart beat wildly in his chest.