In Wushuang City, Dugu Jian, who had already ascended to the throne of Youzhou's top power, sat alone in the Wushuang Hall in the center of Wushuang City.

In the empty Wushuang Hall, Dugu Jian sat in the hall, rubbing his temples with both hands, his gray hair hanging down to his waist, his thick beard and half-squinted eyes, looking not angry and arrogant.

As his cultivation has become higher and higher over the years, Dugu Jian feels that his migraine problem has become more and more serious, as the power of the Divine Power Realm, Dugu Jian has checked his body countless times, but he has not found any abnormality.

But this head is always in pain for no reason.

Whenever he has a headache, Dugu Jian will stay alone, because at this time he can be said to be the most irritable, and it is very likely that just a look will draw his sword and kill.

With a bang, he pulled out the peerless sword in his hand, Dugu Jian stretched out a finger and pressed it on the slender blade, and the cold touch made Dugu Jian's ugly face a little better.

"Huh?"

Just as Dugu Jian's complexion improved slightly, and he was about to get up and go out for a walk, an extremely thin sword aura suddenly appeared in Dugu Jian's perception.

As a sword cultivation force, it is not uncommon for sword qi to appear in Wushuang City, but the smell of this sword qi ......

Twitched his nose twice, and the more Dugu Jian smelled it, the more familiar he felt this sword qi.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly covering his head, the headache that suddenly surged several times made Dugu Jian's eyes slightly bloodshot.

No, why does my head hurt so badly when I smell this sword qi? There must be a connection between the two! With a narrowing of his eyes, Dugu Jian suddenly took a sword light and pounced on the source of that sword qi.

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Outside Wushuang City, Jiang Ming, who was dressed in a black robe, indifferently killed a man who was trampling under his feet. Carrying a long sword wrapped in gray cloth, Jiang Ming was empty-handed, and the sword qi that he casually struck out with his hands beat the disciples of Wushuang City who stopped in front of him extremely miserably.

"You are also worthy of a sword?"

A pair of eyes were like lifeless stones, Jiang Ming swept over with a wave of his hand, shattering all the long swords in the hands of the disciples of the Peerless City in front of him.

"You!, you can't be killed!" a man with long braids craned his neck and shouted, looking stiffly at the long sword with only the hilt left in his hand.

"Oh, that's what you want. ”

Turning his head to look at the man named Shouting, Jiang Ming raised his hand is a sharp sword qi, which struck in front of the man in the blink of an eye, and was about to poke a bloody hole in the man's face.

"I, my Wushuang City disciples, are not worthy of using swords? Could it be that in this Central Plains and Kyushu, only you Shushan Sword Sect are worthy of using swords!"

Just when the man closed his eyes and waited for death, a majestic figure suddenly blocked in front of him, and with a wave of his big sleeve, Jiang Ming's sword qi was shattered.

"City Lord?!"

The man who escaped death looked at Dugu Jian in front of him with gratitude and reverence, and his eyes were full of crystal stars.

"Go back to the city, don't embarrass me here. Ignoring the man's reverence at all, Dugu Jian tilted his head slightly and shouted sternly.

Hearing Dugu Jian's shout, the disciples of Wushuang City who had fought with Jiang Ming before hurriedly shrank their necks and trotted back to Wushuang City.

Drove away a group of Xiaoxiao, and Dugu Jian outside the city looked Jiang Ming in front of him up and down with a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon.

"Little guy, you came to my Wushuang City for no reason to provoke, don't you think that if you are a disciple of Shushan, I won't dare to kill you?" The thick anger suddenly pressed towards Jiang Ming, with the cultivation of Dugu Sword's divine power realm at this moment, facing Jiang Ming, who was not in the foundation building period, it was simply the difference between an elephant and an ant.

"You are the Peerless City Lord, Sword Saint Dugu Sword?" In Dugu Sword's fierce aura like a raging storm, Jiang Ming's body actually rose with a high-spirited momentum.

Jiang Ming's momentum is naturally not comparable to the vastness and ferocity of Dugu Sword, but it is like a sharp sword inserted in the sea, let you have turbulent waves, terrifying waves, I will stand still.

Seeing that Jiang Ming actually withstood his momentum oppression, Dugu Jian's face was a little different.

"The disciples of Shushan are really extraordinary, and they can resist my momentum during the foundation building period. What's your name, little one?"

put away his wild momentum, and Dugu Jian clearly felt the familiar taste on Jiang Ming's body, but he just couldn't remember where the familiarity was?

"Jiang Ming, a disciple in Xia Shu Mountain. Today, I have come to ask the Peerless City Lord for advice!"

Slowly untied the long sword wrapped in gray cloth behind his back, Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and slapped it on the long sword, and the gray cloth shattered instantly, revealing the true face of the long sword inside.

Ying Yingqingguang couldn't see it really, Jiang Ming held it with one hand, as if he was holding an ethereal light in his hand.

"It's ......"

At the moment when he saw the pale blue brilliance in Jiang Ming's hand, Dugu Jian's heart contracted suddenly, and he unconsciously took two steps forward.

"This sword is called: Night Moon Ten Directions!"

With a flick of his fingers on the ten directions of the night moon that was like a condensation of light, the aura on Jiang Ming's body suddenly began to rise wildly, and in almost a few breaths, the aura on Jiang Ming's body was no less than that of Dugu Sword.

Feeling the aura on Jiang Ming's body, Dugu Jian's eyes narrowed.

"Huh?"

Noticing Dugu Jian's demeanor, Jiang Ming suddenly sighed lightly, and at the moment when Dugu Jian squinted just now, Jiang Ming vaguely saw a shadow of white eyebrows on his body.

Not noticing the surprise that flashed on Jiang Ming's face, Dugu Jian took a deep breath, the numb gray robe on his body fluttered and flew, and the peerless sword on his waist came out of its sheath on its own and fell into Dugu Jian's hand.

"It's been a long time since I've had a good fight with someone, since you sent it to the door today, then don't blame me for being polite!" was already in a somewhat irritable mood because of a headache, because Jiang Ming's appearance was ignited in an instant.

With long gray-white hair flying, Dugu Jian raised his sword and attacked Jiang Ming!

Dugu Jian's sword moves were extremely fast, and as soon as his body moved, it was like a thunderbolt that slashed through the heavens and the earth and rushed to Jiang Ming's face.

Clanging clang!

The moment Dugu Jian and Jiang Ming clashed, a terrifying wave of qi erupted in front of the two of them, unlike other Jindan monks who shook the earth and shook the mountains as soon as they made a move, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The battle between Dugu Jian and Jiang Ming was very tacit, and at the same time, they carried out a way of hand-to-hand combat.

What a fast sword!

Against the enemy Dugu Sword, Jiang Ming could feel an unprecedented pressure falling on his shoulders, Dugu Sword's sword speed was extremely fast, and it also carried an inexplicable force, making it more and more difficult for Jiang Ming to capture his sword path!

His eyes flashed, and he noticed that Jiang Ming was suspicious in his hand, and Dugu Sword suddenly erupted!

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique: Sword Eighteen!"

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On the top of the mountain outside Wushuang City, the white eyebrows standing on the top of the mountain with their hands in their hands are reflecting the long sword of Dugu Sword and Jiang Ming's competition in their eyes!

Holy Spirit Sword Technique?Consciousness in the Dark......

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