When the smoke cleared, Yang Ming and Luo Qingyang both stood up, their eyes closed, and their swords unsheathed.

"Who won? Why didn't the two of them make a move?" Lei Wuji hurriedly said loudly.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all silent. The power of that golden light just now was completely beyond everyone's imagination; If it were them, there would be no way to take this trick.

In particular, the destructive power of the golden light shocked their hearts even more.

"None of them have been defeated, and the battle is not over." Xie Xuan stood up and stretched, "Next is the last move of the two of them, look carefully."

As soon as the words fell, the swords in the hands of everyone present became agitated.

Looking at the restless ten thousand books on the table, Xie Xuan hurriedly pressed it with his fingers: "The ultimate of swordsmanship, after so many years, I finally saw it."

Yan Zhantian's eyes were even hotter, he didn't pay any attention to the broken army sword behind him, but stared at the two people on the field with a fanatical expression.

Luo Qingyang was the first to open his eyes, and there was a faint sound of breaking air around him.

"Yang Ming, this is my last resort, if you can take it, Apocalypse City will follow you, if you can't catch it, you can leave now."

Luo Qingyang's voice was not loud or small, but it could reach the ears of everyone present.

"If you haven't made a move, how do you know you'll lose?" Yang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and the four long swords that had originally surrounded him were now only one left.

A long sword glowing with emerald green, with a dragon head with closed eyes on the hilt and fish-like scales on the sword.

"Four swords in one!" Lei Wuji shouted, "Brother Ming really did it!"

Xiao Se's face regained a leisurely appearance, although he was not sure if Yang Ming would win, but he would never lose.

"If it had been a month ago, I would have been no match for you with my kendo skills alone!" Yang Ming said lightly, "But it's such a coincidence, but it wasn't a month ago."

"It seems that your final sword technique has also been practiced."

Luo Qingyang's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, but replied lightly.

"They have all entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man." Feeling the internal force of the two of them, Xie Xuan said in a low voice.

"Heaven and man are one?" Lei Wuji's mouth murmured.

The body is completely integrated into this heaven and earth, and every time they make a move, all the forces in the environment are deployed by them.

"This is my last sword, it's called Rite Soul!" Luo Qingyang's figure stood in mid-air again, and the Nine Songs Sword Dance resumed.

This style is different from the previous sword dance. This style is not greeting, but sending, giving people excessively.

"Heh, send me overdue?" Yang Ming sneered: "It's not certain who will send whom!"

"This sword of mine is called suffering, and only by experiencing extreme suffering can we find the meaning of life."

The words fell, and the long sword rose again.

Unlike the previous swordsmanship, this time, Yang Ming folded his hands and reverently evoked a spell in his mouth.

The shape of the sword continued to shrink until it completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Luo Qingyang didn't know what Yang Ming was doing, but the momentum on Yang Ming's body was gradually overpowering him. I know that if I don't make a move now, I will never win.

Luo Qingyang did not hesitate, and fell with a sword!

Yang Ming pushed with both hands and said calmly, "Let's fight it out!"

In the cuffs, a green light flashed, and the long sword that had disappeared suddenly reappeared. This time, it was no longer Yang Ming who controlled the long sword, but the long sword master.

One blow failed, and Luo Qingyang did not retreat. He was shaped like a swimming dragon, and another sword came out of his hand.

Just in an instant, Luo Qingyang's mind appeared behind Yang Ming. With the body of the sword, the powerful sword qi approached Yang Ming directly.

"After the mind came out of the body, he was able to keep the strength of his body from decreasing in a short period of time, Luo Qingyang, you are really strong." Yang Ming said helplessly in his heart.

At least not yet.

But right now, it's not that he's in the sword, it's the sword that's in the people.

In just an instant, the long sword in Yang Ming's hand erupted with an incomparably powerful internal force.

The mind that was not supported by the human body was instantly beaten back.

At the same time, on top of the long sword, an emerald green sword light shot out, flying towards Luo Qingyang's body.

This time, Luo Qingyang chose to dodge.

With a slight swipe of his right hand on the Nine Song Sword, a golden light emanated from the Nine Song Sword again.

"I thought you could only use it once, but I didn't expect to be able to use it a second time in a short period of time." Yang Ming couldn't help but praise.

But that's all, the long sword in front of Yang Ming hangs high on the top. The clouds on the horizon broke open in an instant, and a pillar of golden light fell from the sky, enveloping the long sword in it.

"I'll call him Heavenly Wrath with this sword."

"Come on!" Luo Qingyang shouted violently.

Both sides drew their swords at the same time, and the golden light collided. In the sky, it was as if there was a two-day volley.

Everything around was terrifying, even the ink pen in Xie Xuan's hand and the sound of rubbing on the rice paper were extremely clear.

"Click." There was a cracking sound in the sky.

Everyone looked up, and the golden light in the sky was still dazzling, but it was certain that nothing was broken around them.

Suddenly, the brightness of the golden light decreased greatly, and the golden light disappeared. Only the figures of Yang Ming and Luo Qingyang slowly fell from the sky.

"Ahem!" Both coughed up blood.

"Sonorous ~~"

Behind Luo Qingyang, the Nine Song Sword fell and stuck on the ground. Behind Yang Ming, the figure of the long sword was gone, but four swords fell together.

This time, the two tacitly did not make a move, crossed their knees on the ground, and operated their internal force.

After a long time, Lei Wuji was the first to speak, "Xiao Se, who won the hell?"

"Win or lose?" Xiao Se shook his head: "This battle, isn't it too vulgar to talk about winning or losing? I don't know the outcome, though."

Indeed, the golden light attracted by the last move of the two still surpassed their cognition. The only thing that is certain is that Luo Qingyang's last blow is definitely much stronger than the previous one.

Yan Xiluo and Yan Zhantian came together together.

"Brother Zhantian, what do you think of this battle?" Yan Xiluo asked.

Yan Zhantian shook his head: "That kind of realm is no longer something I can reach, as for victory or defeat? Oh, whatever!"

"Even the two Sword Immortals can't tell if they win or lose, how good is this!" Lei Wuji's heart was anxious.

As for the two who just fought, a discerning person can see at a glance that they are now seizing the time to recover, and the result of this competition is only known to the two of them.

But this made it difficult for Lei Wuji, and their bet with Luo Qingyang was that as long as one of them defeated Luo Qingyang, they could enter the city.

And now I don't know the result, they don't go into the city, and they don't go into the city. It's just embarrassing to stay in place.

"Wait!" Xie Xuan, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Dead scholar, so you don't know the result?" Yan Zhantian said loudly.

"I don't know!" Xie Xuan generously admitted.

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