Attack is like a storm and a mercury drain, and the defense is like a holy hand flicking the harp, turning the enemy into invisibility.

Both of them are unique geniuses in the world, both of them have mastered the essence of martial arts, and their martial arts are unfathomable and indescribable.

How long will this battle take? Who will win and who will lose this battle?

No one will know the two answers, not even themselves......

The water flows eastward, the leaves fall one after another, and the time flies quietly and slowly. When masters compete, victory or defeat can often be decided in just one move, and life and death are only in this move.

It's just that this move that determines victory or defeat, life and death, is not necessarily the first move, it may be dozens of moves, hundreds of moves, so how many moves have the two of them passed?

No one can see clearly, no one can calculate accurately, their moves seem to be endless, they never seem to have repeated moves from beginning to end.

Everyone knew that they didn't use their strongest tricks.

The so-called strongest trick will only be used at the critical moment of deciding the winner, and if you are not sure, no one will use it easily; Because if any move doesn't work once it's performed, it will only leave the opponent with more possibilities to deal with it.

Sunset.

Under the sunset, two figures, one sword and one sword, it seems that there are only two of them left in the world, only this sword and a sword are left, from the rising sun to the sunset, their physical strength, their internal strength, their minds are still at their peak.

Ye Gucheng and the old knife knew that if they went down, they would definitely fall into disadvantage.

Although he has not lost his internal strength, his qi and blood are insufficient, his body is lacking, and his physical strength can no longer be maintained......

The move is steep, and it is already the thousandth sword.

Wu Ming seemed to see the opportunity, maybe he had seen the opportunity to win, because at this moment, everyone seemed to be aware of any sword, and it seemed that it had reached the end.

The sword move stopped, and his face became paler.

Wu Ming took out the knife, the knife light exploded, the knife qi broke out of the wind, and the soil was torn and divided into stones everywhere he passed, but ten knives were split in an instant, and the speed was incredible.

The sword qi seems to be slashing in all directions!

In this peerless sword technique, another sword came out at will!

With a sword, the sword flashed. With extremely fast, extremely fast, and extremely simple swordsmanship, all the essence of the first thousand sword styles is burst out, this is the thousand and one sword, the first thousand and one sword!

As long as anyone makes this move, no one can fight back; Because this move does not allow the enemy to have any chance to fight back; Unless the enemy dies, this move will be like a thousand swords, and the chaos will be endless.

The sword turns at will, the mind moves according to the heart, the heart follows the gods, and the skills are advanced in the gods; The string sound sword turned into a cold light.

In the face of the broken Ten Poles Sword Qi, the cold light suddenly exploded......

The extreme moves converged, and the sword qi died instantly, but the sword light was still there.

The sword light turned into a day's light rain, and at the speed of thunder and lightning, the sword rain flew fiercely, and the heaven and earth seemed to be all plunged into the sword light, and the terrifying sword rain was condensed like a real thing.

The sound of the qin paused, and in the sound of the qin, it was as if surrounded by sword qi, and for a while, the heavens and the earth were full of sword light and roaring sword qi.

Who has ever seen such a swordfight? Who knows how to parry?

Wu Ming's single knife was facing the sky, the knife intent came into being, the man and the knife were one, and the knife qi was hidden but not released, until the offensive surrounded, and the knife was slashed down suddenly.

The two figures instantly turned into a sea of swords and waves!

The wind was quiet, the clouds dispersed, and the invisible wind and tangible clouds seemed to be strangled by the sword waves of the sea of swords.

The sword sea and the waves scattered, and he arbitrarily took out the sword again, and the sword stabbed Wu Ming, this was his most proud second sword, and it was the sword that shocked the world.

No one can describe this sword, no words, no pictures, no words, no way to describe this flying stab.

The blade trembled slightly, Wu Ming also took out the knife, the knife itself was a murder weapon, and his knife turned into the most fierce magic knife.

A stunning, chic, supreme, and invincible sword, facing the Demon Killing Knife that exterminates all life.

"Ding!" Sparks splashed, the sword light dissipated, the sword light disappeared, and the sword and sword style suddenly stopped.

The sword is lightly touched, and the winner is still not decided.

Wu Ming's pupils suddenly tightened, because he found that the sword style that had paused suddenly started again, this style did not stop, the sword intent did not disappear, and the sword stabbed at the blade, and it still stabbed over.

The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and everything that had been moving suddenly came to a standstill.

Absolutely still.

Wu Ming's sword couldn't resist the sword, but the sword still stabbed over, except for this sword that kept vibrating, there seemed to be no other life in heaven and earth.

His eyes widened, and his face was forced to look resolute.

The blade flicked, and the sword stabbed over, the knife was not broken, it was he who let go of the blade, and let go of the blade that stabbed out of the void, life, life, and life.

There was no fear on his face, but he looked surprised at random, it was a hand, an indescribable hand.

I didn't expect Wu Ming to have a hand, and I didn't expect that the hand actually grabbed the blade of the sword, and that hand was like a scabbard about to hold any sword.

No one could catch the sword, and the sword flashed and blood splattered.

Wu Ming's left hand was like a blooming flower, but the sword intent was in vain! He uses his hand as a sheath, and even though any third sword has the power of death that destroys all life, it is also restored to the state of "nothing" by this hand.

It was like a sword that had not yet been unsheathed, and there was no edge to be revealed.

The sword has arrived.

There is only one retreat at will.

As soon as he retreated, the sword light chased after him, the knife that fell, the sword that did not fire, this was Wu Ming's opportunity to win at the cost of his left hand.

He had no luck, he only used the purest knife technique, because once lucky, the blade must have a moment, the opportunity will pass, the knife comes too fast, and the knife wind is still behind the blade.

People are retreating, the knife is chasing, this battle should be over, and the victory and defeat are also divided, if there is no fourth sword!

The sword light spread, and the sword light suddenly escaped, and suddenly disappeared.

The knife had reached any face, but the sword pierced Wu Ming's throat first.

There was an incomparably desolate aura in the heavens and the earth...... Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and strong lights burst out of the sky, shaking the sky and roaring.

Heaven and earth are angry, immortals and Buddhas are frightened, this sword seems to be intolerable in the world......

Wu Ming looked arbitrary, and there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes, like a flame burning, like ice condensing.

No one knew what was going on, Ye Gucheng's eyes were already red, and his eyesight was exhausted but he still hadn't seen the true appearance of the last sword, and it wasn't until many years later that he realized what this sword was.

Thirty years later, Ye Gucheng told a descendant in the shortest words.

He described it this way: This sword is not tolerated by heaven and earth!

After the sword light swept up, it disappeared in an instant, and in that fleeting sword light, the long sword like snow and jade, from the bottom up, came first, and turned the situation in an instant.

That sword, ancient and modern, any martial arts tricks in the world compared with it, not only lost its color, but also simply lost its value.

He seemed to be just swinging it casually, but the speed, absoluteness, advantage, accuracy, and detachment of the sword he swung out seemed to have brought out the power of heaven and earth, and transported the magic of ghosts and gods.

That sword seems to be transcendent and unworldly. The thunder suddenly rose, and the earth rose and fell, as if the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods were all moved and angry by this sword.