In the Forbidden Mountain, the white horse wants to hold its head high, vividly; the stalagmite is like a pillar of optimus, exquisite; the yang bridge is like a rainbow flying outside the sky, it is a wonder; the stubborn monkey sits alone on the head of the cliff, like a god like a Buddha.

The lonely peak is abrupt, straight into the clouds. There is only a small stone path about 2 meters wide leading to the top of the Forbidden City, which is close to the mountain wall, ten steps and three turns, winding straight up to the peak like a line to the sky. On both sides of the path, green grass and wildflowers, ancient trees are towering.

And among these ancient trees, there are people who came to watch the battle, and at this time, Wu Hao and his party were sitting on the spectator seat built on a cliff not far from the top of the Forbidden City, waiting for the arrival of the two protagonists of the decisive battle.

This cliff is in an excellent geographical location, which can not only see the whole view of the top of the Forbidden City, witness the entire process of the decisive battle, but also be extremely safe surrounded by the surrounding large and small peaks, and will not be affected by the decisive battle.

"It's so late, and this decisive battle is not better than that. ”

Lu Xiaowei was a little unable to sit still, and his mouth was complaining,

"The moon is coming, and they haven't come yet, it's really worrying. ”

Although the people on the side did not speak, their faces also showed a little anxiety, and the crowd watching the battle had already turned upside down.

However, Wu Hao was not in a hurry, he raised his eyes slightly to look at the hazy sky and squinted for a nap, he knew that now was not the moment for a decisive battle, and the people of other big families were also not in a hurry, this time to watch the battle was not only for them, they could also take this opportunity to expand their contacts and so on.

The sky is getting dark, and the moon is in the sky.

"The city lord of the south gate has come. ”

Wu Hao opened his eyes suddenly, his essence flashed, and he said lightly.

Sure enough, a white figure appeared in the moonlight, with a fluttering figure, like a wind, and his toes tapped lightly on the top of the purple gold. Surrounding him were cyan sword qi, although they were fierce, they were fused with the breeze.

After a closer look, I saw that the south gate was blowing rain, dressed in white like snow, spotless, expressionless, as if like his sword, cold and sharp, and no one had emotions.

"The combination of man and sword, not bad, this south gate is quite rainy. ”

Ye Meng shook the jade fan in his hand, his eyes showed a hint of admiration, and he said lightly.

Wu Hao was secretly surprised in his heart, is this the legendary unity of man and sword? I used to hear people say how powerful the unity of man and sword is, and when he really faces a strong person of this level, he can know how small he is.

Wu Hao can be sure that even if he doesn't have to fight with his spirit, this South Gate Blowing Rain can win a place in the empire with this sword intent.

Of course, he was even more curious about the identity of Ye Meng around him, and after they entered the viewing seat, I don't know how many people from the big family came to visit, it seemed that the status of this Ye family was very lofty.

What the hell is the existence of this night's home?

Regarding this question, Wu Hao asked Sun Zheng beside him, but the other party just smiled faintly and did not say much.

"Ye Liangcheng is also here. ”

Ye Meng said lightly again, and a figure flew through the air, but it fell gently like a dragonfly in water.

Dressed in black, like ink, it seems to blend in with the whole night, and it is Ye Liangcheng who comes.

One black and one white, the top of the Forbidden City, the decisive battle is about to start!

"The lord of the South Gate will win. ”

"The city lord of the South Gate is mighty. ”

"Kill that wild creature that came out of the mountains. ”

The crowd of onlookers began to make noise, and almost all of them shouted cheering for the rain blowing at the south gate.

However, the two of them were not affected by these voices at all, and their powerful aura began to slowly spread.

The two stared at each other, their eyes shining faintly.

Everyone was far away from them, and although their swords were not yet unsheathed, their sword aura was already terrifying. No, perhaps they are a sword in their own right.

"Brother Ye, you're here. ”

The south gate blows rain, and his lips open slightly.

"Yes, I'm here. ”

Ye Liangcheng raised his straw hat slightly and said lightly.

"Good. ”

The south gate blows rain and slowly pulls out the long sword in his hand.

It's cold.

Wu Hao suddenly felt the temperature around him plummet, and a cold light flashed in front of him.

I saw that the long sword in the hand of the blowing rain at the south gate exuded a light blue sword light, as desolate as the moonlight, and a long sigh seemed to come from between heaven and earth, and even people's moods seemed to fall into sadness.

The south gate blows the rain and says coldly: "This sword, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, the net weight is ten catties and fourteen taels, and it is cast by ten thousand years of cold iron, the name of the sword, and the cold light." ”

"Good sword. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Liangcheng's eyes, and he praised it.

"A good sword indeed. ”

The south gate blows the rain slightly and raises the long sword in his hand, and said lightly,

"Please also ask Brother Night to draw a sword. ”

Ye Liangcheng didn't speak, his right hand slowly moved to the hilt of the sword on his waist, and slowly pulled it out.

There is no light, and the whole sword is dull.

No, it's not dull, it's ink!

"This sword, the blade of the sword is three feet and three inches, the net weight is nine catties and four taels, and it is cast of deep sea ink and iron, and the name of the sword is ink.

Wu Hao took a closer look, and saw that the sword in Ye Liangcheng's hand was also like ink, full of brilliance, but it seemed to contain infinite sword intent.

"Good sword. ”

A hint of amazement also flashed in the eyes of the south gate blowing rain.

At this time, the full moon was hanging high, and it seemed to add a bit of artistic conception to the two.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

Ye Liangcheng moved, only to see his figure flash, and the ink in his hand had no extra movements, just a simple stab that couldn't be simpler, but it seemed that people had nowhere to hide.

"Well done. ”

The south gate blew the rain and said secretly, a little on tiptoe, and the cold light in his hand also leaned forward.

The tips of the swords collided, and the powerful sword qi burst out, extremely sharp, and the nearby cliffs suddenly broke.

Ye Liangcheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and the ink in his hand turned slightly, wiped from the cold light, and went straight to the door to blow the rain.

The south gate blew rain and gently swept the cold light in his hand, seemingly slowly but steadily bounced Mo Wu aside.

Another sword qi swept by.

"Not good!"

"Run!"

I saw a crowd of people making a noise, and it turned out that this sword qi was actually rushing towards them.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and I saw a towering giant tree slowly breaking, shaking the sky full of smoke and dust.

It's so powerful, without using a trace of fighting energy, it can be done with just one sword.

Wu Hao was shocked in his heart, and he had a clearer understanding of the gap between himself and the master.

As for Lu Xiaowei on the side, he was already stunned, with countless stars flashing in his eyes, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

"Poof~"

Hanguang and Mo Wu flicked lightly, and the crisp sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

First meeting, draw.

With the help of strength, Nanmen Blowing Rain and Ye Liangcheng both retreated to their original positions, and a slight confrontation made them know each other's strength again.

The real battle is about to begin. (To be continued.) )