In the Black Stone Village, the ring standing above the square used to be the place where the year-end competition won the championship, and now, Fang Yan stepped on it again.

The wind whistled softly, swirling in his ears, as if a dreamy fairy sound had been played, pulling Fang Yan's mind into a state of extreme tranquility.

His eyes closed slightly, and a faint stream of true qi rushed out around his body, surrounding his body, and the sound of terrifying qi explosions exploded in the surrounding air, generating ripples and fluctuations.

At this moment, suddenly, the surrounding void changed, and a white figure suddenly burst out of Fang Yan's body, appearing in front of Fang Yan's eyes.

In an instant, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and the huge ring instantly froze a mist and condensed into a piece of white frost.

The wind is howling, the fog is rising!

In the clouds and mist, Fang Yan still stood still in place, but immediately, a black figure swooped out, setting off a boundless demonic wind.

"Thousands of hills are far away, roaring in the wind, and the opponent can be found to discuss the sword, and the high place is not cold. ”

The upright black shadow, the sword intent of the crowd, in the blink of an eye, enveloped the space of the ring, and in the whistling wind, it was full of wantonness.

"Zheng-"

Hearing a high-pitched sword roar, in the blink of an eye, a sword light flashed in the white cloth's hand, carrying an endless sharp edge, and slashed straight towards the black cloth.

In an instant, it was the division of life and death, without any hesitation, between the black clothes raising their hands, the same sword light appeared, the cold light shone, and Huo Ran attacked him.

"Boom!"

The black-and-white sword light with distinct colors, the collision between the blinks of an eye, sparks were sparked. Flickering and flickering, swordsmanship. It is a battle of self, and it is written to the pinnacle of the sword.

Black as the wind. The wind of the burning night, the figure is even faster, and it can't stop changing in the air, one after another black figures continue to flicker and emerge, the sword light shines, and the Dao sword qi is vertical and horizontal, slashing through the air, directly taking the vital points around the white cloth, and the long sword in the white cloth's hand does not have any stay. The sword light is intertwined densely, the people are fast, the hands are fast, the swords are faster, and the two people who can't give in to each other break out the fiercest battle.

"Sword!"

Suddenly, I only heard a cold drink from the mouth of the black cloth, and a fierce wind suddenly surged around my body, and the crazy killing intent on my body continued to surge. Between the swings of the long sword in his hand, it was also a little more powerful than before, and the speed was increased again. Wild and ferocious, a dazzling light in the pouring place.

"Weeping rain!"

Like the wind and clouds, weeping rain and drifting blood. In an instant, a sword aura with a strange blood light was revealed in the darkness. It went straight through the blockade of the white clothes and stabbed him in the heart. The speed of this sword had reached the peak of Fang Yan's current strength.

The galloping light, accompanied by the weeping rain in the sky, is not rain, but bright red blood, red dazzling, dazzling.

"The wind sword is invisible!"

In the face of the black-clothed raid fast sword, the white-clothed feet suddenly hit the ground, and in an instant, the figure was like light, the speed changed, and the speed increased dramatically, which was also incredible.

In the blink of an eye, the wind howled, and the white-clothed figure appeared a few feet away out of thin air, and in an instant, his other foot suddenly touched the ground, and the figure flashed, and moved forward again, past the black-clothed sword light, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand appeared, like an angry wind, and pointed straight at the throat of the black-clothed man.

The man in the wind, the sword in the wind, the devil weeps in the rain, the wind sword is invisible, two people, two swords, wanton pleasure in the wind, intertwined with the most dazzling sword fight in the wind.

Seeing the man in white move the sword, the black man was taken aback at first glance, this sword was clearly his own demon sword and wind traces, but at this moment, it appeared in the hands of the man in white in front of him, no matter what the reason, the scene in front of him really surprised him unspeakably.

The opponent's sword speed, strength, and moves are all the same as his, as if, if he can do it, he can do it all?

"Wind Remnant Sword Shadow!"

Under the ground, the figure flashed, in mid-air, quickly drew out several afterimages, the black clothes were constantly retreating, trying to avoid the other party's sword, but the speed of the white-clothed figure was not inferior to him, and it followed like a shadow, through those afterimage illusions, and chased after him closely.

"The wind sword is invisible!"

The same sentence appeared in the mouth of the white-clothed figure, and almost at the same time, his hand pierced through the void and pointed directly at the throat of the black-clothed person, and in an instant, the afterimage phantoms around him all exploded and disappeared.

Looking at the white figure in front of him in disbelief, the black-clothed heart was full of shock and horror, and a pair of eyes stared at the white-clothed figure in front of him.

"The wind is calm in pleasure. ”

Slowly, as if the veil of the most mysterious thing in the world was lifted, with an indifferent word, the face of the white cloth slowly emerged, and then, the black clothes were extremely surprised to find that the face of this white-clothed figure was exactly the same as his own, and even, it was like a person!

"Ha, it seems that I lost to you in this self-battle!" Although he had been pierced in the throat, the black clothes could still speak like ordinary people.

"Alas" Bai Yi sighed, as if he was talking to the other party, and as if he was talking to himself: "The moment I stabbed the sword into your throat, didn't I lose myself?"

"Why lose, to be able to defeat yourself, to be qualified to control your own destiny. The black clothes spoke indifferently, and between his words, there was a faint regret: It's a pity that I was born too late after all, otherwise, this battle, our victory or defeat, may not be so.

Bai Yi said with a smile: "What you said is also true, you and I are all transformed by his thoughts, and now this result should be no better for us." ”

The moment the words fell, I saw that above his throat, a bloody light also erupted, oozing a wound, as if pierced by a sharp sword.

Black as fire, white wind, in the blink of an eye, the two figures were between the wind and fire, slowly dissipated, gradually, like a vague smoke and dust, with the light wind, dissipated between this heaven and earth, and then, cracks began to appear around, and the whole space, like a mirror hit by a stone, shattered instantly!

In the endless white mist, dressed in black, Fang Yan's body had two breaths that were constantly tumbling and entangled, fusing into one, and finally, disappearing into the deepest part of his body.

"Huh-" Suddenly opened his eyes, Fang Yan raised his hand slightly, and shook the void, only to feel as if there was a heaven and earth aura held in his palm, this feeling seemed to be wonderful, but unfortunately, it was still a little short.

Looking at the front of him, where is there still a shadow of Blackstone Village, and he, at this moment, is at a crossroads, one left and one right, two holes in front of him, indicating that his life is time to make a choice again.

Left or Right (To be continued.) )