The night shrouded the entire desperate situation, and in an unnamed mountainous area, there were two figures competing against each other, and the qi machine stirred the wind and clouds in all directions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is a young man in a purple robe, rich as jade, he holds a sword in his right hand, the sword is more than five feet long, the long sword is extremely purple, and the sword body has a real dragon circling, suddenly, the young man shook the long sword slightly, and the sound of the dragon's groan sounded, majestic and mighty.

"What a sword of the Son of Heaven!"

Someone praised loudly, this is a young man in a black robe, black hair like a waterfall, eyes open and close, there is a burst of essence, extremely bright.

In the hands of the black-robed young man, he lifted a war knife, the whole body of the war knife was dark, only the blade line was scarlet, and on that line, there was a monstrous blood outpouring out. Obviously, this knife once drank the blood of all the powerhouses in the world.

"The night is like a knife, I didn't think of you and me, but I came here. ”

The purple-clothed young man spoke, his eyes widened, scanning all directions, this place of absolute spirit and lawlessness was indeed unexpected.

It is unimaginable that the two of them broke through the barriers of heaven and earth in that battle, and came here.

"Unexpected, but also reasonable. The young man in black said, his voice was flat, but there was a trace of emotion, which was fleeting.

The purple-clothed young man's divine sense was so terrifying, although that trace of emotion had disappeared, but it was also grasped by him, and in an instant, the purple-clothed young man frowned, and said in a condensed voice: "Are you using me?"

Unexpectedly, but like a knife in the night...... Reasonable......

"Hmm!"

Ye Rudao nodded, without justification, he admitted like this, what he did was what he did, why hide it, why justify.

"Haha!

The young man in purple laughed, really laughing, without the slightest annoyance: "This is my Zi Jichen's fate! Very good, very good!"

The laughter of the youth resounded in the sky, and anyone could feel the joy.

Purple morning, night like a knife!

These are two names that few monks know, but everyone who knows these two names is in the mountain realm, at the pinnacle.

Many monks know more about their identities.

Ziji Chen, the first young master of Ziji Heavenly Domain!

The night is like a knife, the Nandi Night Clan is a descendant of this generation!

The spiritual realm of the monk is complete, and he needs to go through the three tribulations of fate, earth, and heaven, and I don't know how many talented people have been intercepted here, and it is difficult to enter the Dharma realm.

Just like Zi Ji Chen, like the night like a knife, these two people are all people with supreme potential, but the two of them are killing each other......

I have to say that this is a big joke from God.

This means that there is only one person between the two. can reach the top, and the other person is just a cornerstone of this person.

Naturally, they can survive this catastrophe with the power of the Extreme Pill of Life, but in this way, they will definitely have a flaw in their Dao heart.

No one wants such a result.

Practicing together, like fighting for a sea of suffering, once the heart is weak, it is difficult to continue the path in this life, but it is just a busy person.

They will never allow themselves to be like that!

In this way, the only way to kill is to kill a road to heaven and kill a supreme throne.

A hundred years ago, the two had reached this realm to perfection, but they were cut off by each other, and they did not advance an inch in a hundred years.

Although this is the case, the two of them have no intention of being in a hurry, because the stronger the fate, once it is over, the greater the creation.

And in the past hundred years, although Xiuwei has not advanced an inch, the combat power of the two is much stronger than that of themselves a hundred years ago. Fate is a calamity, but it is also a creation.

"In that case, it's useless to talk more, let's fight!"

Zi Jichen let out a long roar, and the qi machine actually tore through the void, and countless mottled void mountain power poured into his body.

Zheng!

The long sword roared, the purple-clothed hunting sounded, Zijichen's body moved like a dragon, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the night like a knife, and the long sword slashed down.

The sword wind stirred the black hair, the night was like a knife, and the face was cold, only to hear the buzz, and the war knife slashed the sky.

Sonor!

The clash between the sword and the sword, the sound of gold and stone resounded, low and thick, and the aftermath poured in all directions, and for a time the trees shattered, and the stones pierced through the air.

Zi Jichen's body moved, his sword pointed at the sky, and there was a thunderous sound above the sky, and in an instant, a purple lightning fell from the sky, and it actually disappeared into the sword of the Son of Heaven, and he fought the enemy with the young man.

Thundered!

The long sword is wielded, enveloping the power of heaven and earth, and wants to suppress the catastrophe.

It's too fast.

The sword that fell from the sky, under the power of thunder and lightning, appeared on the top of the head of the night like a knife in an instant, splitting him into two without suspense, and black blood spilled into the sky.

The young master of the Night Clan, he died like this?!

The night was gray, black blood was sprinkled in the sky, it was difficult to find with the naked eye, Zi Jichen stood with a long body, pointing at the earth, his expression was plain, no joy or sorrow.

The blood that had been spilled was gone, and the body that had been divided by a sword was also gone.

Even the sword is gone!

Zi Ji Chen walked into the void, he closed his eyes, and his expression became solemn.

Suddenly, a long knife appeared behind Zi Jichen without a trace, and slashed at the young man's head silently.

At this moment, there is still no night like a knife in the heavens and the earth.

Call!

The sword moved, slicing through the void, and in an instant it appeared at the back of his head, between his neck and the square inch of his sword.

Wisps of tiny void cracks spread, but the strange sword disappeared silently.

A stick of incense, a cup of tea, half an hour......

An hour passed in a flash, the war knife never appeared again, and in the void, the purple-clothed young man was solemn, his body did not move, but his qi was all the time, and the long sword in his hand sounded.

Phew!

Er, there was a cracking sound, the void above Zi Jichen's head was torn, a long knife was domineering like a rainbow, and the battle intent was blazing, cutting out of the void crack, the knife intent was mighty, and the evil spirit was monstrous.

Under the long knife, Zi Jichen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and he was shining in this Tianyu, and above the nine heavens, there was a rolling thunder in the sky, and the vast heavenly power was revealed, suppressing all directions.

In the next moment, Zi Jichen moved, he rotated the long sword in his right hand, and swung it at the sword, and on the sword of the Son of Heaven, there was a real dragon roaring.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the sword and the knife encountered, the void shattered, spreading in all directions like a spider's web, and in the sky, the heavenly thunder showed endless power, black blood spilled, accompanied by an arrogant laughter gradually faded away.

"Haha, Zi Jichen, this battle is happy, although you are defeated, I can't kill you, so I will stop here. Next time, next time, I will definitely kill you!haha!"

Under the night, Ziji Chen stood alone, his right hand robe shattered, and a drop of blood gathered into a stream and flowed down.

At this moment, his face was pale, and his qi was slightly weaker than before.

Looking at the direction in which the great enemy left, he looked calm, such a result, in the past hundred years, everything has happened.

The two of them fought each other at night, and the night was better than the knife, but he was a little weaker than the day.

In a hundred years, there will be victory or defeat. But neither he nor Night Like a Knife can kill each other, even after each battle, each other becomes stronger.

"What exactly is there here, what do you want?"

Zi Jichen muttered, then shook his head again, and said to himself: "But no matter what chance you have, next time, it must be you who will die." It's time for the hundred-year struggle to come to an end. ”

The purple clothes were lightly raised, and the young man looked at the northwest of this heaven and earth, and in that distant place, there was an existence that made his blood throb.

"Emperor ......"

With a soft whisper, the purple clothes disappeared, and in an instant, they appeared thousands of miles away, and their figures flickered, all the way to the northwest.

......

An hour later, under the cover of night, the void suddenly cracked, and a young man in a black robe walked out of it with a sword on his back, he looked in the northwest direction, his brow furrowed slightly.

"It's also the ...... of the Northwest"

The night was like a knife, and the next moment, his figure fell into boundless darkness.

Dark Night, he's the king!

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