Just when everyone thought that tonight's waves were about to come to an end, someone suddenly shouted:

"Good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship! ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, and there was sword intent on his body rising into the sky, making the people nearby suddenly feel cold on their skin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before the words fell, he had already jumped up, suddenly came to Ximen Blowing Snow, and said seriously:

"The old man learned the sword at the age of five, and it has been seventy-three years, and after the age of forty, he thought that the swordsmanship was unmatched, and he only felt that the long sword was empty, but he had no opponent, and he was sad, so he lived in seclusion in the cave and died silently."

"But when I saw it today, I realized that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky...... Please advise! ”

With the status of Feng Qingyang, he can say the word "please", which shows that he has regarded Ximen Chuixue as an opponent on the same level as himself.

Ximen Fuxue was silent, even he couldn't refuse the challenge of a real swordsman.

"My sword is only for murder, and when it comes out of its sheath, you will see blood."

"That's exactly what I mean." Feng Qingyang laughed, his voice was full of anger, and his white hair fluttered in the night wind, "There is no blood out of the sheath, what kind of swordsman is that?" Why don't you go home and play with embroidery needles! ”

"Come on, come on, you and I let go of our hands and feet, and have done a show, if the old man dies today, I will have no regrets."

On the Taihe Palace.

The martial arts heroes, who thought the competition was over and were about to turn around and leave, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene.

"Who is this person?"

"I've never seen it, or I'd have recognized it."

"It must be a hermit master who has retired to the rivers and lakes."

"The Sword Saint is dead, and the Sword God Ximen Chuixue is already the person with the highest swordsmanship in this world, how can he be an opponent?"

"It's a pity, Simon's sword blowing snow will kill people when it comes out of the sheath, and the old man's fate is worrying."

“……”

There is no doubt that the wind is clear and blows against Simon Blowing Snow, and almost no one is optimistic about him, a little-known old man.

Lao Yue frowned slightly and said, "Pingzhi, what do you think of their victory?" ”

"You already have the answer in mind, don't you?"

Lao Yue's brows furrowed even deeper, and he was about to speak, but Xiao Yu sighed helplessly and said:

"You guys look here, I'll take care of one or two in the past, if something happens, maybe I can save it."

What's the matter with your uncle!

Said okay to be a beautiful man watching the play quietly, the wind is clear, you jump to join in the fun!

Although the Dugu Nine Sword is exquisite, it may still be difficult to win against the sword god of Shangximen Blowing Snow.

Xiao Yu's belly slander is slander, after all, he can't watch Old Man Feng being killed, otherwise Lao Yue's side will really not be able to explain.

A little under his feet, Xiao Yu floated to the top of the Forbidden City, and happened to land beside Ye Gucheng.

He first checked Ye Gucheng's injuries...... Well, he was pierced in the chest by a sword, and the blade of the sword hurt his heart, and if there was no accident, he obviously wouldn't have survived.

Xiao Yu thought about it, and always felt that it was a pity that such a person died, but in front of everyone, it was difficult for him to do anything.

At the same time, Feng Qingyang's face was solemn, his right hand swiped to his waist, and a slender soft sword slid down from his waist silently and fell into his palm. A stream of condensation like ice, clear as snow, and the sword intent immediately rose into the sky.

The wind cleared and said solemnly:

"The name of this sword is 'Qiushui', three feet and three inches long, two fingers wide, and weighs six catties and seven taels."

This sword is cast from the cold iron of the deep sea, the texture is extremely tough, the sword body is slender and soft, just can be tied around the waist, easy to carry, when it is used, draw the sword out of the sheath, the internal force is infused in the meantime, the rigidity and softness change, the turn and bend are involuntary, it is a first-class divine weapon.

"Slash!" The wind cleared and shouted softly, and a sword qi rose into the sky, piercing the sky, emitting a clear and sharp sword sound.

Before the words fell, he had suddenly disappeared in place, and just when there was still an afterimage of his existence in the same place in everyone's vision, Ximen Fuxue's side suddenly lit up with sword shadows in the sky, and several lifelike Feng Qingyang held swords in their hands and attacked from all directions.

The long sword slashed horizontally, and the rainbow light of the sword qi was like the Milky Way falling straight down from the nine heavens, blowing snow towards the West Gate with an unrivaled momentum.

Fast, incomparably fast, at the moment when ninety percent of the people on the scene were difficult to react to, the narrow thin sword, with awe-inspiring might, seemed to be a sword that cut through the nine heavens, cutting through the mysterious trajectory, through time, across space, and slashed in front of Ximen Blowing Snow.

The power of a sword seems to be able to tear even the cold moonlight.

But at the moment when the sword light was about to fall on his body, Ximen Fuxue finally moved.

The black sword in his hand slashed out silently, this sword did not have the sword qi of the sky compared to Fang Cai, and there was no mysterious change, it was just a simple slash that anyone who practiced swords would do.

The sword light suddenly died out, leaving only a vague afterimage on everyone's retina.

However, this sword has a very obvious characteristic, that is, it is fast, as fast as lightning and flint, as if lightning pierced the night sky, and suddenly it was born and died.

Bite!

A small spark burst out.

The wind is clear and does not retreat but advances, the 'autumn water' sword shakes, and the silver sword light is transformed, like a piece of pear blossom falling, a little bit of fireflies, and the flowers are floating on fire, although it is beautiful, but the killing machine is hidden, and it blows snow at the west gate with the momentum of sparks.

"This, this, this ......"

Originally, some martial arts people who were still unimpressed were all stunned at the moment, looking incredulous.

"Among the rivers and lakes, how can there ever be such a sword master?"

"I actually have the ability to fight Ximen to blow snow without being defeated, and this kendo attainment has far surpassed us."

"It's amazing that such a character can be obscure!"

"The swordsmanship is clear, and between the drawings, his bearing is like that, and he is obviously a grandmaster figure."

"Could it be the head of a certain Hidden Sword Sect?"

“……”

They naturally didn't know that Feng Qingyang was a person from another world, and in addition to shock or shock in their hearts, as for those who wanted to get to the bottom of it, they would not gain anything.

On the top of the Forbidden City, two figures were killed, and between the lightning and the stone and fire, the wind Qingyang and the Ximen Blowing Snow had exchanged dozens of blows each.

Dugu Jiujian is a sword move that peeks into the enemy's flaws, and it pays attention to winning without moves.

Ximen blowing snow's tricks are even faster, at this moment the two of them are fighting, it can be said that half a catty against eight taels, they happen to be good at the field, and they happen to be almost the same in strength, so it can be said that they are chess opponents, equal, at first glance, it is much more gorgeous than the duel just now.

It's just that the danger is not enough for outsiders.

Ximen Blowing Snow is a ruthless swordsman, ruthless.

The wind is clear and the spirit is also vigorous, and the sword is killing.

If you are not careful, someone will end up dead.

"Sword Breaker!"

The long sword crossed the air, and the fierce sword qi tore through the air, emitting a piercing scream, drawing an arc and mysterious trajectory, just like a meteor skimming the sky in the dark night, brilliant and dazzling.

The figure of the wind Qingyang turned into an afterimage, blowing snow around the west gate and swirling rapidly, and the sword light flashed, like lightning and lightning, intertwined into a piece of silver sword light, bursting out with brilliant light.

The fleeting silver sword light suddenly turned into an inverted galaxy, incomparable, and the air was distorted everywhere it passed.

Ximen Fuxue's face was calm, the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the sound of sword qi roaring for a while was continuous into pieces.

"Zheng!"

The two swords clashed, the invisible energy surged wildly, and the raging and rolling hurricane blew up the sky full of frost and snow, splashing outward with the two people as the center, and the momentum was amazing.

"Good swordsmanship!" Feng Qingyang laughed loudly, reflexively slashed again, and the sword light in his hand became more and more urgent.

With the sound of a clear sword roar, the sword flower suddenly bloomed again, sweeping away with surging sword qi.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ”

The aftermath of the sword qi **** out again, but I saw sparks splashing in mid-air, like pear blossoms blooming, continuous, endless, and the sharp sword qi made many people squint their eyes, even if they were far away, they also felt that their skin was cold, and there was a taste of numbness on the scalp.

"Whew!"

The moment the two staggered, Ximen Fuxue suddenly handed out a sword, this sword did not have the slightest smell of fireworks, as if it came from outside the sky, but it had a bit of the charm of flying immortals outside the sky.

This sword has obviously surpassed the Fa and reached the level of the Dao!

Feng Qingyang was taken by the sword move, and the sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down by half a beat, and when he came back to his senses, the black long sword had already reached his chest!

"Not good."

Feng Qingyang was shocked, but he had been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and how rich his experience was, he could barely block this blow.

It's just that after this sword is blocked, the old power has been exhausted, and the new power has not been born, but it can no longer stop the second sword that is chasing after it.

I saw a quiet and clear leisurely energy erupting out of nowhere, stabbing at his heart, if it was stabbed, it would definitely be the consequence of death on the spot.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Lao Yue and his wife frowned together, and the little senior sister also clenched her fists, her face full of nervousness.

They didn't expect that Feng Qingyang would be defeated so quickly, and Xiao Yu was still standing beside Ye Gucheng, who was seven or eight feet away, so he didn't have time to rescue him.

However, the next moment, Xiao Yu suddenly moved, and the glazed tiles under his feet made a crisp sound, and they were directly shattered into seventeen or eighteen petals.

Meanwhile.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, like a wisp of green smoke, and dissipated into the air like that under the gaze of everyone.

When he reappeared, he had already crossed the distance of time and space, and came to the side of the wind before the long sword of Ximen Blowing Snow fell.

The next moment, the sound of the sword suddenly resounded in the sky.

When the line of sight returned to clarity, everyone found that the sword that Ximen was bound to win by blowing snow was actually taken, and on the other hand, Xiao Yu's expression was a light and breezy appearance.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into an uproar.

"What kind of light work was that?"

"I've never seen ...... It's just incredibly fast, and I can't see it clearly. ”

"I've always known countless people with these two tricks, and I've never made mistakes, but I didn't see how fast they were just now."

"Such light work, even if it is Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Xingxing, it is far inferior, right?"

On the top of the Forbidden City, Xiao Yu stood tall and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I can't let you hurt him." ”

Simon Fuxue's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't speak, and the sword in his hand pointed straight over, although he didn't speak, the meaning couldn't be more obvious - my sword, out of the sheath, will see blood.

"It's so troublesome......" (To be continued.) )