Above the big river, the water mist is hazy.

The two figures, one black and one white, are far away from each other.

Yan Shisan likes black, and when he walks the rivers and lakes, he never wears clothes of other colors.

Now, he's back in that outfit.

There was a dragon groan, Yan Shisan's sword has been unsheathed, this sword is already a sharp weapon, and it is famous all over the world, in the hearts of the people of the rivers and lakes, it symbolizes ominous and death.

Every time the sword is drawn, it means that there will be a life lost, so this time is himself? Or Xia Yunmo?

His back straightened, and when the light of Sen Han's sword shone on his face, he seemed to be twenty years younger.

The jasper flute sword in Xia Yunmo's hand also appeared, and that frightening edge also appeared.

The two swords had been unsheathed, and the two peerless swordsmen were already ready to make a move, and the sword qi was already reverberating in the air.

Yan Shisan said slowly: "The fifteenth sword, I still can't control it!" ”

Xia Yunmo said: "How can people control the poisonous dragon of death. ”

Yan 13 said again: "Today, you and I will die." Or, all dead. ”

Xia Yunmo said: "I already know, let's take out the sword." ”

Yan Shisan said: "Okay." ”

Yan Shisan's long sword had already flown out, and the brilliant and blazing sword light had spread all over the heavens and the earth.

Now, Xia Yunmo also discovered that Yan Shisan in front of him had already crossed a threshold with half a foot.

It's only half a foot, but his comprehension of the way of the sword has surpassed all the swordsmen Xia Yunmo has encountered.

Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, Man in White, Xie Xiaofeng......

Perhaps, now he has, in some aspects, reached the realm of Jinyi Hou Zhou Fang.

His Thirteen Deadly Swords have also entered a new threshold, a threshold that no one has been able to reach so far.

When Yan Shisan's long sword struck like lightning, he had already entered the realm of "self-forgetfulness".

Spirit, body, and sword are perfectly compatible.

The sword light flowed, and the maple leaves on the bank of the river shattered, falling like a rain of blood, with an ominous and dead aura.

Xia Yunmo's jasper flute sword had also turned into a horse training, a horse training that fell from the sky.

The sword light poured out, the sword aura rushed into the sky, and the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

Between heaven and earth, there were only these two incomparable figures left, and only two incomparable sword lights remained.

Yan Shisan and Tie Kaicheng were dazzled, and their minds were completely immersed in this battle.

They didn't dare to blink their eyes, and the duel of the masters was only in a moment.

Maybe in the blink of an eye, the two have already decided the winner.

The sharp sword qi and the maple leaves in the sky were like blood rain.

The thirteen swords in front of him had been used up unconsciously, and the flowing sword light suddenly underwent some strange change, becoming heavy and clumsy.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword style suddenly stopped.

Yan Shisan stared at the blade of the sword in his hand, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes, and as if there was ice condensing.

All the variations of his sword had been exhausted, and he had used his fourteenth sword.

Like ice, like fire. Like the sunset, like the rising sun. Such as movement, such as stillness, such as the rising sun, and like the setting sun.

This sword is unpredictable, virtual and uncertain, but it is almost invincible in swordsmanship, and it is difficult to crack the move.

And Xia Yunmo's sword stabbed out, a plain sword, with neither edge nor speed.

But it was such a sword that sealed all the changes of the fourteenth sword, so that it did not change at all.

Now, Yan Thirteen's sword is dead.

His viper-like swordsmanship was nailed to death by Xia Yunmo and nailed to seven inches.

This battle should have ended, but it has just begun.

Because Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword was finally used.

The poisonous snake suddenly became a poisonous dragon, a poisonous dragon that no one could control, a poisonous dragon with death.

The sword, which had already been nailed to death, suddenly made some kind of strange vibration.

The leaves in the sky suddenly all dispersed, and then stopped in the air.

The flowing wind also froze.

The tumbling river also seemed to stop at this time.

At this moment, Yan Thirteen has already undergone a strange change, he seems to have come from hell, with endless ominousness and death.

Just like his clothes, like his fate.

It is difficult to describe this sword in words, because this sword has only one simple "death".

There is no change, there is no life, life ends, all things perish.

Xia Yunmo was also "dead", and his sword was also "dead".

It seems that all life and power have been taken away by this sword.

At this moment, Xia Yunmo suddenly had a strange idea.

He is not "dead", but has been photographed into a painting, he is just a fake figure in the painting.

If someone wants to kill him, he doesn't even need to tear the scroll, just tap it lightly with a pen.

And Yan Shisan's sword is this pen.

This pen represents death, and when death comes, what can stop it? And who can stop it?

The pen representing death had already pointed at Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo was already "dead", his body couldn't move, looking at the flying sword, he could already smell the breath of death.

However, he was not completely dead.

"Out!"

Xia Yunmo suddenly burst into a shout, and a sword light suddenly flew out of the box on his waist.

This sword light was sharp, especially the sharp edge of the sword tip, which was enough to make people's hearts palpitate.

"Li Jing" has been unsheathed.

Xia Yunmo's internal strength has not completely died, and the method of the imperial sword can still be used.

Although he is now under the influence of the fifteenth sword, his internal strength is a little obscure, but he is now desperate, and "Li Jing" has poured all the strength and hope of Xia Yunmo into him.

With a sound of "dang", "Li Jing" had already crashed into Yan Shisan's sword.

Although Yan Shisan's sword still stabbed straight over, at this time, Xia Yunmo briefly "lived".

The jasper flute sword danced, and he also stabbed it out with a sword.

This sword stabbed out, not only Xia Yunmo came to life, but the entire heaven and earth also seemed to come alive.

The river began to flow slowly, the cold wind began to blow slowly, and the fallen leaves were scattered to the ground.

Xia Yunmo's sword is a "sentient" sword, and there is endless sword intent.

If Yan Shisan's sword represents endless death, then Xia Yunmo's sword represents endless vitality.

In the thin mist, the two bodies were staggered.

The sword light and the blood light flew together.

Both bodies paused at the same time, and neither of them moved.

Whether it was Tie Kaicheng or Yan Shisan, his heart was extremely nervous at this time, staring intently at the two figures in front of him.

These two figures stood on the bank of the river for a long time, as if they had been here since ancient times.

Suddenly, the river really flowed, and the cold wind was blowing, no longer slow.

A gust of wind blew, and Yan Shisan and Xia Yunmo fell to the ground almost at the same time.