"Name: Ye Gucheng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng's legendary world, the lord of Baiyun City. ”

"Name: Lu Xiaofeng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng's legendary world, the child of destiny. ”

"Name: Simon Blowing Snow.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng's legendary world, sword god. ”

Zhou Yang looked at Ye Gucheng in front of him, and felt that a cold, arrogant, and lonely emotion was coming, this was the invincible lonely cold.

"Sword competition? Is it only a sword? Zhou Yang asked, there are many masters in the Ten Thousand Realms Building, the Iron Courage God Hou Zhu ignores, Zhuge Zhengme, Feng Qingyang, etc., but there are very few masters with swords.

"Both." Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned, and said indifferently, his sword is not afraid of any opponent.

Airplanes!

Zhou Yang pointed lightly with his finger, and a pale golden light shot out from his index finger, and the next moment, in the Ten Thousand Worlds Building, a square martial arts platform appeared, slowly rising, and there was a layer of white jade light on the competition platform, protecting the competition platform.

The sudden appearance of the martial arts platform made everyone stunned, and even Ye Gucheng, who had always been indifferent, had his pupils shrunk, and he made something out of nothing.

Zhou Yang smiled faintly, without explanation, at the moment when Ye Gucheng was about to compete with the sword, the system had already condensed a martial arts platform, Zhou Yang just released him, properly maintained the mystery, and many things were easy to handle.

Just like now, even the Iron Courage God Hou Zhu ignored it, such a peerless master, looking at Zhou Yang with a hint of awe.

"You can go all out in the game and don't have to worry about casualties." Zhou Yang said indifferently, in front of a powerful system, no matter how fast the attack is, it can be blocked.

Sou!

Ye Gucheng turned into a phantom, like a black eagle spreading its wings, and the next moment, a figure stood on the competition platform.

His eyes were cold, his waist was straight, he gently pulled the sword out of the scabbard, stroked the Feihong sword in his hand, and said coldly, "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is six catties and four taels. ”

Exercise! Exercise! Exercise!

All the onlookers couldn't help but feel a shock in their spirits, forcing the grid to be so high.

"This knife is a god soldier in the world, the blade is four feet one inch, the net weight is ten catties and six taels, it is forged by ten thousand years of cold iron, and the iron is sharpened like mud." Under the competition stage, a burly man stroked his hand to interrupt a large gap in the wide-backed broadsword, and said with an intoxicated expression.

He had already thought that when he competed with others in the future, he would say this sentence, and he might directly suppress the opponent.

"This sword is a Nine Heavens Divine Soldier, the sword is four feet and one inch long, and the net weight is seven catties and one tael. Below, Yue Buqun touched the sword hanging on his waist, and said silently in his heart, the next Wuyue sword, this is the dialogue between him and Zuo Lengchan, but the most important thing is to go back and measure it, and weigh it as a sword.

"! What to watch? You're not the only one who has weapons, I don't. Qiu Qianzhang glanced at the people around him, touched his crotch, and said proudly, "This is the Condor, the Condor spreads its wings, eight inches and a centimeter, made of flesh and blood, and the size is as good as it gets." ”

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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and Ye Gucheng was unmoved.

With the Feihong sword in hand, the arrogance on Ye Gucheng's body is even stronger, like a tall cedar standing tall in a high mountain, like a thousand-year-old snow lotus on a snow-capped mountain, his eyes are as sharp as sword light, piercing people's hearts, and the sharp qi emanates from his body.

"Innate realm, the following people, don't go up, you need to pay 100 value points for each participation, and the winner can get 50 value points." Looking at the martial arts people who were about to move below, Zhou Yang said lightly, as soon as he went up, he was seconded, who likes to watch.

And the real sword masters are all dignified, they usually think they already know the sword on their bodies, but now they don't know it at all.

I don't even know the most basic character of the sword, how can I really understand the sword.

Sou!

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but go up, he felt that his blood was boiling after being silent for many years, and the young man in front of him made him tremble and make him feel lonely.

"I only need one sword for ordinary people, and you don't know how many swords you need from me?" Ye Gucheng looked at the wind and said coldly.

Feng Qingyang said: "Young man, it's better to go all out." ”

Shout!

Ye Gucheng moved, and the whole person was like a silent black lightning, quickly swept towards Feng Qingyang, and in the blink of an eye, it was already within three steps of Feng Qingyang.

Boom!

"Dugu Nine Swords - Breaking Sword Style!"

Under the nervous and excited gaze of everyone, Feng Qingyang also took out his sword, and the speed of the sword was incredible, as if an antelope was hanging its horns, and a sword pointed directly at the weakest place in Ye Gucheng.

Not only that, the sword with a clear wind was also very fast, and the sword light flashed, and it was already in front of Ye Gucheng.

Bite!

The two swords collided together, like lightning and flint, colliding violently, and many people didn't see how the two fought each other.

"Good swordsmanship!" A hint of joy flashed in Ye Gucheng's eyes, and Feihong in his hand whispered slightly.

"Is this the duel of peerless swordsmen?"

"What a thrilling duel, every sword is so dangerous, if it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch even a sword."

"Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is so gorgeous, and the swordsmanship of the wind is very exquisite."

On the platform, the two of them couldn't see the figure of the two of them quickly, the sword light was cold, one sword was faster than the other, the sword was full of energy, and one sword was sharper than the other.

On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Fuxue stood together.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly and said, "Ye Gucheng has met an opponent. ”

Offstage, just an old man came out casually, and he was able to fight with Ye Gucheng, regardless of victory or defeat, he knew Ye Gucheng's horror, and he was definitely one of the swordsmen standing at the top.

Ximen Fuxue said indifferently, "The other party's swordsmanship is very exquisite, but he doesn't have his own swordsmanship, and when Ye Gucheng is familiar with the other party's swordsmanship, this person will definitely be defeated." ”

As Ximen Fuxue expected, as time passed, Ximen Fuxue became more and more comfortable, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Flying Immortals!"

Ye Gucheng jumped up, like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unblemished, like a white crane spreading its wings in the air, and then, under the stage of the martial arts competition, everyone felt a sword qi that was cold to the bone marrow, and the edge of the sword was so terrifying that it could not be resisted!

A sword light flew obliquely, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow passing through the sky.

Ye Gucheng and the sword seem to have become one, the sword light is like a flying rainbow, and it stabbed straight through, the sword light is brilliant and fast, there is no change, not even a back move, the power of the whole body is dissolved into this sword, there is no change, sometimes it is the best change, there is no move to win.

No one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword, which is not just a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a blow of lightning.

A sword flash flashed in the void!

The next moment, Feng Qingyang's body was shrouded in a layer of pale golden light curtain, and the whole person stood in place, motionless, defeated, if not, Zhou Yang made a move, he would have died on this peerless swordsmanship.

A sword!

The wind is clear!

Everyone watching the battle was stunned, and the audience was silent.

This sword is so beautiful, it makes people intoxicated, as if an immortal has landed, desolate and lonely, absolutely beautiful and poignant.

What's even more unexpected is that Ye Gucheng struck with all his might, and Feng Qingyang didn't have a chance to make a move, so he was defeated directly, and he was defeated so simply.

If Feng Qingyang was just an ordinary swordsman, everyone would not be so surprised, but in the battle just now, every sword of Feng Qingyang seemed to be a stroke of genius, which was a very clever swordsmanship.

"It's a pity, it's not your sword!" Ye Gucheng looked at the sluggish wind and said coldly, and the lonely cold aura on his body became even stronger.

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