The wind stopped, but the atmosphere was even more pressing.

The two resolute and powerful sword qi collided in the air, the Dugu Sword and the Wuxian Sword confronted each other, and Lin Ye protected Mu Yingming in front of a bluestone dozens of meters away.

"Master, is this ......" Looking at this scene in the field, Mu Ying's reputation was a little low.

"It's not your problem, sooner or later they will have a battle with me, a battle that cannot be avoided." Lin Ye shook his head lightly, and said to Mu Yingming.

At the same time, Lin Ye's heart remembered what the monk emperor had said to him that day, it was not that he needed to take the initiative to find it, there would be an opponent who excited him to come to the door, and now it was not in response to his prophecy?

Whether it is Dugu Sword or Wuxian, they are all top swordsmen, and they are all top swordsmen who have no chance of winning.

"Since you can't stop it, then wait and see, and when he loses, it's your turn." The peerless sword in Dugu Jian's hand was gently raised from his hand and shouted towards Lin Ye in a deep voice.

"I hope it's what you say." Holding the heavenly crystal tightly in his hand, Lin Ye was unmoved.

Suddenly, there was a long sword wailing sound on Daqing Peak, and the source of this wailing sound was the ink sword in Wuxian's hand.

"Well, this wailing, I can't even hear the sword language of this ink sword." Looking at the ink sword stained with red blood in Wuxian's hand, Dugu Jian's face turned slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Since he was born, he could clearly understand any kind of sword, but at this moment, he couldn't even feel why the sword in Wuxian's hand was making such a wailing sound.

There was only one possibility, and the sword in Wuwu's hand had been linked to his life.

That's why he couldn't hear the sword language in it.

However, the wailing did not stop, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

At the moment when Wuxian disappeared, the Wushuang Sword in Dugujian's hand also rose instantly.

There was a loud sound of gold and iron clashing. I saw that Wuxian was holding the ink sword in his hand, and he came to Dugu Jian's body in an instant.

The ink sword and the Wushuang sword intersected and then separated instantly, looking at the ink sword in his hand, Wuxian said in a deep voice: "My ink sword, the wailing is not over." I can't wait. I have not seen it like this in a long time, and I have never heard such a poignant story. ”

As the words fell, red blood beads dripped down, and the blood beads that slowly condensed on the body of the ink sword in his hand flowed past the life-devouring cold front, and slipped from the tip of the sword as if vomiting blood. Where did this drop of blood come from, is it really Mo Jian vomiting blood?

In the face of such a strange scene, Mu Yingming on the side only felt that his heart was constantly beating wildly, but he did not have the shock and fear he had before. Some are just a hint of imperceptible excitement, and there is also coldness.

As if perceiving it, Lin Ye glanced at Mu Yingming slightly, and then shifted his gaze to the battlefield.

Just like a dead man, the sword of immortality gives people the feeling of only coldness, so cold that it seems that there is nothing but death.

And in this coldness, endless loneliness and sadness are revealed.

The weather was supposed to be very hot. But when the Immortal Sword Qi appeared, an inch of frost suddenly condensed in the flat ground.

"Haha, what a wailing sword. Let me see when your so-called mourning can be sustained. Sword one! Dugu Jian laughed, and the peerless sword in his hand slashed out, and the shot was the sword one among the world's holy spirit swordsmanship.

The unequaled sword drew a sword from the air, a simple and clear sword, if it was only about its moves. No matter who can draw this sword, but when this sword is used by Dugu Sword. Lin Ye's eyes suddenly shrank slightly.

This sword of Dugu Sword, although it is a simple stroke. However, Lin Ye knew that there were already tens of millions of sword intent hidden in it, and this was simply a sword revealed with the intention of a general.

Unless you have already comprehended the mystery of the sword intent, you will never be able to avoid this sword.

But for Lin Ye and Wuxian, this sword is nothing, what really surprised Lin Ye was that after this sword was cut out, Lin Ye saw the changes after this sword.

Although Dugu Sword did not use the second sword after the first sword, Lin Ye had already roughly seen the change trend after this sword from this sword one.

"I don't like suspended sword battles, one move, you will win." The ink sword lightly raised his horizontal hand, intercepting the peerless sword of Dugu Sword from the air, and then became cold.

As soon as the words came into his ears, the look of surprise on Dugu Jian's face disappeared, and it was replaced by endless anger.

"Alright, alright, I'd like to see what you're capable of." Dugu Jian held the Wushuang Sword in his hand and shouted in a deep voice.

Wuxian's face did not move, but the ink sword in his hand slowly slashed a mysterious trace from the air.

Suddenly, Lin Ye felt the air around him change.

"No fault with a sword!" A shout, the body moves, the mind moves, and the sword falls.

The sword went without returning, and the cold front slashed down, and the countless circles of Daqing Peak suddenly collapsed.

Endless sword qi struck at you.

Lin Ye's complexion changed slightly, and the internal air swirled and grabbed Mu Yingming's hand on the side, and the heavenly crystal came out of the sheath in response.

Wherever the sword qi passed, it was all in ruins.

The smoke never dissipated, and Wu Wu suddenly turned sideways: "Your time is not what I am pursuing, and it cannot make my wish come true." ”

Now you have to turn around and leave.

"When you talk about war, you fight; Say leave, and leave; Are you a bully when you are a saint? Kenpachi! "In the smoke and dust, suddenly a chilling sword qi came out, and then I saw that the smoke and dust suddenly disappeared, and two staggered sword qi like the Chinese character 'eight' came out from the peerless sword in Dugujian's hand and slashed towards the Wuxian Disease.

The two sword qi shot away, and there was no return to the head, and the ink sword raised and protruded a sword qi that gave people a sense of desolation, annihilating the two sword qi that Dugu Sword shot out.

Then, without waiting for Dugu Jian to react, the figure had disappeared from the sight of the two.

His complexion changed, and Dugu Jian looked at the direction in which Wuxian disappeared, his eyes full of anger.

"Who the hell is that man?" Turning his head, Dugu Jian's eyes were like swords, staring at Lin Ye and asking.

"I don't know if you have a relationship, now it's time for you to leave." The hands are the same, the internal pneumatic movements, and the surrounding soil and stones that were broken by the sword qi of the two of them were all pushed away by Lin Ye, looking at Dugu Jian's brows and frowning slightly, Lin Ye said.

"Let me go? Haha, then it depends on what you are capable of, the swordsman I found. Suddenly, Dugu Jian locked his target on Lin Ye's body, wanting to vent the anger and battle intent provoked by Wuxian before.

Feeling the battle intent and anger on Dugu Jian's body, Lin Ye naturally knew what he was thinking, his face couldn't help but gradually turn cold, and the Tianjing in his hand let out a crisp sword sound under the urging of internal qi.

"Since you don't want to go on your own, then I'll give you a ride." His eyes turned cold, his hand slowly raised, and Lin Ye looked at Dugu Jian and said coldly. (To be continued)