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The sword of the west wind blowing the snow, there is no sword move, it is just a word fast, a sword is faster than a sword, each sword is like a streamer, and in the blink of an eye, it has already pierced the sword shadow in the sky.

And Ye Gucheng's sword is brilliant and domineering, each sword is fast and powerful, one sword is more powerful than the other, and the sword is full of strength.

Dingding・・・・・・

On the entire eaves, there are bright sword qi and cold light, colliding, shining, two white figures, already shrouded in light, blended into it, only sonorous sounds, in the symphony, in the joy, under the congenital, can no longer capture the figures of the two.

Swish! Swish!

The next moment, the light dissipated, and the two figures flew backwards, gently landing on the eaves, and confronted each other again.

Ye Gucheng stood on the left side of the eaves, the Feihong Sword in his hand, and let out bursts of cheerful light sounds, just like its owner, it also met its opponent, as if only through more fierce battles and collisions could it calm its hot pillow, its lonely cold.

And on the right side of the eaves, Simon Blowing Snow's cold face was unexpectedly loose, and a pair of eyes flashed with a hint of fire, his sword was already unsheathed, but it had not yet returned with blood.

Ye Gucheng said eagerly: "Let's continue to fight again!" ”

"Okay, fight again!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the sword qi on their bodies burst out at this moment, and the tiles under their feet could no longer bear it, such a violent sword qi exploded into smithereens, and the aftermath of the incomparable sword qi spread in all directions, rolling up layers of masonry and flying all over the sky.

Under the eaves, everyone was dumbfounded, this is the swordsmanship of the two!

"Is this sword qi?" Someone stared speechlessly.

When they were so old, they were still practicing other people's swordsmanship, and they were still complacent about learning a high-level swordsmanship, but these two people actually created their own swordsmanship, and they even comprehended the incomparable sword qi.

"They were made for the sword." Someone lamented.

At such an age, with such a sword path cultivation, in their world, although there is no one to say, there is no one to come, but there are few predecessors who can match it.

"Finally know why they're lonely?" A swordsman held the sword in his hand and whispered.

Because, the swordsmanship of the two has exceeded their cognition, as if they are two different fields, how can they communicate, how can they not be lonely?

Except for the collision at the beginning, the fight in the back, the martial artists below the innate realm can no longer tell who is who, whether it is the two of them fighting, or a peerless swordsman dancing the sword, their figures are intertwined, swordsmanship is blending, who has the upper hand, who has the upper hand, who knows?

With the exception of a few people, they were no longer able to capture any traces of the battle.

Sou!

The two figures merged together, and a ball of light rose in the sky, a bright and flickering light, exuding cold, flickering and blazing, and I saw this light falling from one temple to another, and the temple below collapsed in an instant, reaching the collapsed temple from mid-air, and hitting the square from the temple.

One hundred tricks!

Two hundred moves!

Three hundred moves!

The two of them have fought no less than three hundred moves, and there is still no difference between victory and defeat, although the sword of the west wind blowing snow is fast, it can't help Ye Gucheng's fierceness, and Ye Gucheng's domineering can't help Ximen blowing snow.

"Take me a sword!"

Ximen blows snow, whispering and his eyes are unwavering, he seems to be still at this moment, no breathing, no movement.

Suddenly, a sword swung out, the air seemed to be still, the sword light had already exceeded the speed of vision and slashed towards Ye Gucheng, and the sword had quickly melted into the air, as if the sword light was no longer a sword light, but a part of the air, regardless of each other.

Almost in a flash, the sword light struck out by Ximen Blowing Snow arrived in front of Ye Gucheng, the sword light did not fluctuate in the slightest, the sword qi did not have any traces, this sword was calm and bursting, it was impossible to describe how fast and powerful this sword was.

"Unstoppable!"

Ye Gucheng was taken aback, his eyes flashed hot, his body exploded backwards, and the light power had been running to the extreme, no one knew why Ye Gucheng retreated quickly, because, they couldn't feel how fast this sword was, faster than lightning, and explosive like thunder.

Phew!

A streak of blood dripped down the tip of the sword, and the west wind blew the snow to a halt.

"Sure enough, my sword is still not fast enough." Ximen Fuxue looked at Ye Gucheng who was three zhang away, the other party was already out of his attack range, and immediately stopped his footwork, but on Ye Gucheng's shoulder, there was a striking blood mark.

Ye Gucheng smiled, his face was as cold as ice, and he smiled at this moment, this sword made him feel in danger, and if he was faster, this sword would cut his throat.

Ximen Blowing Snow was indeed his lifelong opponent, and under the suspicious gaze of everyone, Ye Gucheng soared, like a dragon, like a crane.

"Flying Immortals!"

Under the eaves, Feng Qingyang looked at this sword blankly, this is the swordsmanship of the White Cloud City Lord, like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unblemished.

"What is my sword?" The wind was clear and there was some silence.

All the people opened their eyes wide, Ximen Blowing Snow's sword, only to see the streamer crossing, it was over, this time Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship, you must see it, you have to write it down.

Ximen Fuxue's face was solemn, only to see Ye Gucheng volleying down, under the illumination of the moonlight, like a heavenly immortal descending into the world, the momentum of a sword attack was brilliant and fast, with a sword aura that was even 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.

The person 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, and the power of the whole body is dissolved into this sword.

Everyone was shocked by this sword, no one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword, which is not only a sword, but the wrath of heaven and earth, the whip of the thunder god.

"Broken!"

Ximen Blowing Snow's spirit is extremely condensed, at this moment, his spirit and spirit have reached the unity of heaven and man, the ancient sword in his hand, swinging at an incredible sword speed, in an instant, is it a hundred swords, or a thousand swords, the sword light in the sky, forming a layer of void sword net, shrouded in front.

Bite!

The sword was hissing, and the sword net of the West Gate Blowing Snow was broken in an instant, and Ye Gucheng was like a wild goose, landing three zhang behind the West Gate Blowing Snow, and blood was dripping on the tip of the sword.

Ximen Blowing Snow's white clothes, there was a red mark, blood was flowing, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, Ximen Blowing Snow smiled, "This sword is very powerful・・・・・・・ ”

"This competition, hanging!" Seeing that neither of them was fatally injured, someone sighed.

"I thought that after using a trick, the two should be divided, but now it seems that it is just an equal match, and the outcome is unpredictable."

"Ye Gucheng, you must win, I put all my net worth on you."

"Simon blowing snow, they are all people with wives, don't be cowardly, I have pressed my wife out."

・・・・・・・

It was just a moment of stillness, and the two of them fought together again, enough to tear apart the sword qi of the mountain stone, attacking each other, and they were incomparable.

The two of them have fought to the point of madness, they have killed to the point of forgetting themselves, and the two of them have no moves, just like that, you swing a sword, fierce and wanton, and I stab a sword, as fast as lightning.

What moves?

What swordsmanship?

What light work?

At this moment, in the sky, there was a sword light crossing!

The sword in Ye Gucheng's hand was erratic, the sword light was fierce, and every slash, every stab, was threatening.

Unlike Ye Gucheng's erratic and fierce sword light, the sword of the west wind blowing snow was as fast as lightning, and there was no trace to be found, as if ten swords had been stabbed, and it seemed that only one sword had been stabbed.

Cracking sound! ・・・・・・

The swords in the hands of the two had not yet collided, and the bursting sword qi had already blended and collided violently.

Jingle Bell!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought again for dozens of times, the blazing sparks splashed everywhere, and the figure could not be seen at all, the thrilling battle was already intoxicating, making everyone forget to breathe, and making people intoxicated.

The sparks burst out, the light was scorching, the two fought more and more times, and the frequency was getting faster and faster, Zhou Yang's eyes were a little jerky, this swordsmanship has surpassed vision.

Sonorous!!

The swordsmanship is staggered, the Feihong sword in Ye Gucheng's hand pierces Ximen Blowing Snow's heart, when it is unstoppable, and the ancient sword in Ximen Blowing Snow's hand slashes towards Ye Gucheng's throat, which is unavoidable.

Everyone's eyes widened, these two swords were too fast, too ruthless, were they going to die together?

Some people were pleasantly surprised, these two top masters are immortal, when will they have a chance to come out, and some people regret that these two peerless swordsmanship with incomparable talents will be like meteors in the sky, blooming the most brilliant moment and then extinguished.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of two metal collisions came out, and everyone only felt that there were two streamers crossing, the swords in the hands of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue were hit, the swordsmanship was tilted, Ye Gucheng left a sword mark on his face, and Ximen Fuxue's abdomen was scratched with a shallow mark.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The two broken knives fell, making a crisp sound, in this moment of silence, as if two spring thunders exploded, whose knife was so fast?

The knife was very light, very short, seven inches long, very thin, almost like a willow leaf, lying quietly on the ground, ordinary and dazzling.

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