After two o'clock, waiting for everyone to vote for Sanjiang, Mo Da!

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"Ahem····· Everyone, be quiet. ”

Zhou Yang coughed lightly, it was very lively, and the Wanjie Building, which was constantly noisy, instantly quieted down and quietly.

"If you participate in the plane agent, please continue to submit your resume, I will definitely select a suitable agent as soon as possible and inform everyone, in addition, those who participate in the Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow Competition, we can go." Zhou Yang said.

It was already dusk, and it was close to the game between Ye Gucheng and Ximen blowing snow.

As for the problem of being difficult to enter in the forbidden place of the palace, Zhou Yang had already solved it, and when Boomer left, Zhou Yang had already left two flying machines behind Buma.

A small flying machine can carry about four or five people, and a medium-sized flying machine can carry about twenty people.

However, I'm afraid I can't even use flying machines, except for Wan Yan Lie, everyone here is a peerless master of various worlds, although the city wall is high, it is difficult to resist the footwork of these people.

Li Xunhuan was holding a wine gourd and drinking wildly, his face showed a refreshing feeling, and his expression was intoxicated.

Feng Qingyang also walked down briskly from the second floor of the Wanjie Building with Yue Buqun with an excited face, Yue Buqun's heart was excited, being able to watch the competition of peerless swordsmen was definitely a good opportunity for him, and he also used a sword.

Wan Yan Lie glanced at Zhao Ji of Song Huizong with a triumphant look, and also walked over, Jin Ren is good at martial arts, and he is also yearning for the competition of top swordsmen.

After the four of them, there were a grim face and a knife returning to the sea, with a sad face Yang Guo with a happy Condor, and then many masters such as Wu Yazi also came, adding up to more than a dozen people.

Looking at the number of people gathered, Zhou Yang didn't wait any longer.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Yang thought silently in his heart, and appeared in a bustling city, at this time, the wide city can be described as a surging flow of people, rubbing shoulders, as if it can no longer accommodate such a huge number of people.

On the rivers and lakes, whether it is martial arts people or literati and ink writers, they are all flocking to the capital, with an eager face.

This battle is a contest between Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and Ximen Blowing Snow, which can be described as a contest between the ultimate swordsmen, whoever wins is probably the number one swordsman in the world, and even the number one master in the world.

Although the night is approaching, the capital is brightly lit, and the endless noise is getting louder and louder, completely blowing up the whole city.

Zhou Yang and his group also followed the crowd and walked towards the palace, gathering around the palace, the soldiers with strong bows and crossbows in their hands, flashing with a cold light, facing the surrounding crowd, but the hearts of these soldiers were also a little restless, and occasionally, they couldn't help but turn back and look at the highest place in the palace.

"I don't know who wins and who loses in this decisive battle?" A person in the rivers and lakes shook his head and sighed, just because the two of them have never been defeated from birth to entering the rivers and lakes, just like being born for swords, born peerless swordsmen.

"I think that this time the Lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng, will win, listen to who Ye Gucheng's flying immortals outside the sky are the strongest sword in the world, although Ximen blows snow is powerful, I am afraid it is difficult to be an opponent."

"A bunch of nonsense, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and the sword of Ximen blowing snow is the fastest sword in the world, and the swordsmanship can be broken, but it is not broken."

Along the way, whether it was martial arts people, literati and ink writers, or even peddlers and pawns, they were all arguing, supporting their favorite swordsmen, and they were red-faced and angry, and many people directly scuffled.

The bright moon gradually sank in the west, but it looked rounder, and the bright moonlight poured down, like frost and snow.

- The full moon seemed to be hanging under the eaves of the Taihe Palace, there were already many people standing under the eaves, but there was no voice, Zhou Yang and his party naturally came in easily, and even the flying machine was not used, so they flew in.

At this moment, all the people were silent, and they all closed their mouths, because they could also feel two pressures that slowly rose.

The two figures suddenly appeared on the top of the Forbidden City like ghosts, like dreams. A white coat is like a cloud, and a white coat is better than snow.

Rumble!

All the viewers who could see the figures of the two were instantly boiling, and until now, they finally waited for the duel between the two top swordsmen.

It is no exaggeration to say that the duel between the two is the duel between the number one swordsman in the world, who wins, who is the number one swordsman in the world, Ye Gucheng? Is it Simon blowing snow?

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, has been obsessed with swords since he was a child, and his talent is extremely high, he understands the best swordsmanship, and he has created his own brilliant sword moves to fly immortals outside the sky, proud of the world, and famous in the sea.

Ximen Blowing Snow is based on the rivers and lakes with superb swordsmanship, cold by nature, his people are not smiling, he loves swords like life, takes people's lives between lightning and flint, and regards killing people as art.

The duel between the two top swordsmen, you don't have to think about it to know that it is thrilling, after all, swordsmen are different from martial artists, their attacks are famous for their fastness, accuracy and ruthlessness, and if they fail in one wrong move, they may die under the sword, especially for top swordsmen.

The top of the Forbidden City.

Two figures stood a hundred paces apart.

Ye Gucheng's 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 an overseas cold iron elite, with hair and broken hair, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is six catties and four taels." ”

Suddenly, a dragon roared, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.

The sword looked pale in the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, and a net weight of seven catties and three taels." Simon Fuxue stood upright, white as snow, but the sword in his hand was black, pitch black, narrow, and ancient.

The next moment, Ximen's sword was out of its sheath, faster than the streamer, better than lightning, quiet.

The sword looked as if it were cold in the moonlight.

The icy moon, the icy sword, the icy face.

They don't value human life, whether it's someone else's life or their own, it's exactly the same.

Their shots are ruthless, because their swordsmanship is a lethal move.

They all like to wear snow-white clothes.

People can't help it, there is a feeling of both Shengyu and He Shengliang, both of them are too good, excellent as the sun in the sky, this world can only accommodate one person.

Boom!

The swords collided together, the figures were staggered, the sparks were splashed everywhere, dazzling, like two small suns, scorching brilliance.

"How do I feel like I'm shaking!" Under the eaves, a half-step innate martial artist, his hair trembled, and his voice trembled.

"Me too, I just feel a crisis coming from all sides, and I feel like I've been assassinated."

"I'm afraid these two people have already mastered the sword qi, the sword qi is cold, sharp and incomparable, when I see it today, it is really extraordinary."

"Their swords, it's terrifying." Under the eaves, Li Xunhuan took a sip of wine and said with a smile, he actually felt that his blood was burning, and he couldn't help but want to fight.

"It seems that the last time he fought with me, Ye Gucheng didn't go all out." The wind on the side was even more bitter, Nima, how old are you, this sword technique is already terrifying.

Under the eaves, all the people's eyes were frozen, and their eyes moved with the movement of the two on the eaves, and the competition between the two had entered a white-hot state.

Dingdingding······

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, staggered and horizontal, the cold air is dense, and the cold light is fierce.

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