The sky hadn't yet dawned, and the outside of the Dead Leaf Pavilion had long been emptied, leaving a large enough field.

When Xiao Luding arrived, there were already a lot of disciples gathered here in the Holy Gate, and the senior brothers and sisters who couldn't be seen on weekdays actually gathered here, as if they were looking forward to this great battle of the Holy Gate.

The atmosphere is a little quirky.

Ning Mengzhen felt that this group of senior brothers and sisters seemed to have come to see the Holy Son make a fool of himself, or be directly killed.

It's no wonder that the Holy Son has crushed too many people before, whether it is the younger generation or even the previous generation, he has abused them.

This group of people rushed here, not so much to prepare for a decisive battle, but to satisfy the darkness in their hearts.

To see a fallen genius.

Look at a holy son who once climbed to the peak, completely fell off the cliff, and then either collapsed, or directly shattered his bones.

Ning Meng really thought about it, rushed back again, and took a small medicine box.

In the box were the Hemostatic Pill, the Replenishing Essence, the Returning Qi Pill, as well as alcohol, bandages, and a Gyokuro Pill that she treasured.

At that time, if he is injured and dying from the beating, he can still save him.

If...

He was really injured and couldn't recover, actually.

That way he wouldn't be as unattainable as he is now.

I don't need to be a furnace ding, take him back to listen to Chaojian Sect, and then get married and have a few children.

The faces of the Holy Son after the amnesia and the original Holy Son constantly overlapped in her mind, forming a very complex emotional impact.

Ning Mengzhen's face flushed, she shook off her cranky thoughts, and grabbed the action of packing up the small medicine box in her hand.

When she rushed back again, she looked at the scene and couldn't help but be stunned.

Except for the Heavenly King Elder, the other two Wisdom Elders who were in retreat, the Sacred Heart Elder actually came out.

The three elders of the Holy Gate deacons appeared together and came here to watch the battle, which shows that they attach great importance to this battle.

Elder Heavenly King still had a hooked nose, his eyes were deep, and his knuckles were wide, hidden in his bean green long sleeves.

The wise elder was dressed in a green robe, his eyes were full of superiority, and everyone was a fool, with a trace of contempt at the corners of his lips.

Elder Sacred Heart, dressed in a snow-white robe and with a holy countenance, makes people feel that she is pitying everything she sees, and is full of love for humanity.

Elders, sure enough, they have their own characteristics.

Ning Mengzhen found a front site and began to wait.

Everyone's eyes were on the direction of Yunxin Pavilion.

By this time, the sky had turned to ashes.

From the top of the Blue Sky Mountain, the mountains look like beasts about to wake up.

Darkness, no longer pure, light, is about to ignite the sky and the earth.

Everything is at the tipping point between stillness and movement.

Sonor!

The tremor rang out.

Pang Jing, who had been sitting in the withered leaf pavilion for three months, had already stood up, slapped the knife box, grabbed the double-sided black tiger swallowing king knife, and stepped out, his figure had already jumped several zhang away, and he stood with his hands on the knife.

And the first rays of golden light finally exploded against the surface of the lake.

A young man in a dark robe, with black hair and a knife on his back, stepped on a lonely boat and came from afar.

The wind is long, and the wind is fierce.

He came to the feast.

Even though there were many people around, Pang Jing and Xia Ji only existed in each other's eyes.

This was the first time Xia Ji had seen Pang Jing, and it was also the first time that Pang Jing had seen the Holy Son with an unfamiliar sword intent.

Time seems to stand still.

The lonely boat pierced through the long sky in the water, and gently touched the shore with a snap.

Xia Ji got off the boat unhurriedly and took three steps forward.

Three steps away, just right.

This is the dividing line between the two swordsmen's realms.

The strong, like beasts of prey, have their own realms, and whoever dares to break in will need to bear the wrath.

Pang raised his hand in shock, and the king butcher knife was not unsheathed, but pointed to the young man in Xuanyi opposite, and said in a deep voice: "After finding this knife, I have never taken out the knife." The world is so big, and in my eyes, the younger generation is just mediocre people who do nothing, and it only takes a scabbard to defeat them.

This knife is called King Tu, you are the king in my heart, I can't kill you, I can't ascend the throne, I hope you don't let me down. ”

Xia Ji slowly took off the broad-backed knife from behind his back, and said lightly: "My knife is called Baizhan as the king, I just got it three days ago, he could defeat you in the past, and I can do it today." ”

"Him?"

Pang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Yes, you are unfamiliar with the sword, and you are completely different from him before, you are naturally the new you." ”

With a change of expression, the nine-foot-tall and bear-like young man asked again, "You have come from afar, do you need to rest again?"

He was afraid that his opponent's spirit would not be good and he would not be able to bring out his strongest strength.

Xia Ji said gently: "You sit quietly in the Dead Leaf Pavilion for three months and wait for me, are your hands and feet stiff?

The two turned out to be-for-tat.

And for a moment, the air had condensed.

The first, the second, the third... Countless rays of golden light have set the world on fire.

Suddenly, the two of them ran in tacit harmony at the same time, like two beasts with fangs hidden.

At a distance of ten feet, the two began to draw their knives at the same time.

Pang was shocked by the knife and pulled out an inch, and the blade of the knife emitted a terrifying brilliance.

Xia Ji never drew his sword.

Between the flips of the palms, the wide-backed knife with its scabbard attached to it has been raised.

He suddenly settled, and the crazy turbulent air currents made his clothes and hair move all the time, like an island standing in a tsunami.

Today is the time to draw an end to this covenant battle.

"Pang Shock!"

The sword light has arrived, and the terrifying sword light has an incomparable domineering spirit, which contains the possibility of cutting everything.

With one inch of his sword, he could scare away six elite disciples.

But, so what?

Xia Ji didn't draw his sword, he slashed down the entire scabbard in the air.

Knife shadow to knife shadow.

Waves of domineering concussion ripples dispersed, piercing like dull rolling thunder.

Rumble!

The scabbard of the Hundred Battle Knife was shattered in an instant, and it was torn into hundreds of pieces by the sword qi.

Whew...

The two cold lights were instantly entangled together, and the blades dragged past each other, bringing a string of piercing noises and dazzling firelight.

Whether it is Xia Ji or Pang Jing, the slashing method is wide open and close, whether it is a hundred battle knives or a king slaughtering knife, they are all long soldiers in the knife, and the two of them are extremely heroic and slash and kill.

One step at a time, each cut was mixed with the power of the uncasting, setting off a violent wind.

Speed doesn't matter anymore.

The two of them were like walking, splitting and combining, and the frequency of fighting was extremely fast.

This sense of disobedience made the disciples who had never been immersed in the sword intent feel uncomfortable.

Boom.

The two fought again, and separated at the same time.

At the same time, he held the knife in one hand.

The King Butcher Knife is six feet long, and the Hundred Battle Knife is four feet long, but the length above the blade is the same.

Pang Jing's eyes burned with battle intent and excitement: "I still can't believe it, you have gone from the way of the demon sword in the past to the sword intent of the current sword, which makes me feel that my blood is boiling, this is the duel between real martial artists." ”

Xia Ji was silent, letting the morning wind sweep across the blade and over his arm.

Pang Jing continued: "At first I was worried that this would not be a good matchup, but I was wrong... I was really wrong. ”

He burst out laughing, inexplicably laughing.

Then the smile stopped, and his voice was as deep as a bell: "You are more perfect than in the past, at least in my heart, come on, Holy Son, politicians game, businessmen talk about money, drunkards taste wine, literati and scholars, dance and write ink." You and I, just use the knife to speak!"

"Come, Holy Son!"

He roared and shouted, and the sweat all over his body turned into steam in an instant, like a white snake, which was the embodiment of the high-speed flow of true qi in his body.

The disciples exclaimed, the two of them didn't use their internal forces to fight just now?

This... That's too much of an exaggeration, right?

Xia Ji felt the battle just now.

The sword intent is really a very mysterious thing, and practicing it alone is like making a car behind closed doors.

And only when we find an opponent can we make rapid progress in this process that is close to "arguing on the Tao".

Pang Jing's sword intent looks similar to him, they are both domineering ways, this is really the best person to fight.

As soon as the two of them moved, they both had a feeling of sympathy.

Although it is an ordinary traverse, but it is fused with a trace of chaos Dao marks, how can it be ordinary?

The arm glows black.

This is the body of black iron.

One foot on the ground.

Two majestic momentum, one in the east and the other in the west, at the moment when the dawn exploded the heavens and the earth, the two knives, filled with burning true qi, carried the knife intent of the comer, and once again volleyed in the same place!