Jun Mo and Ye Su are both proud people and powerful people, but no one knows whether they are strong because of pride or proud because they are strong.

Two years ago, there was an autumn rain, they once met in the Rotten Ke Temple, and then fought, each turned around proudly, did not look at the autumn rain or the sword, because of the Buddha, they were not happy.

Today, the two met again, each with a sword, and divided the autumn colors in front of the Qingxia equally.

Coming soon is the third sword.

The third sword is just that, it seems that this battle has just begun, but whether it is the two people who are fighting against each other, or the hundreds of thousands of people watching the battle in the wilderness, they all feel that this is a sword that separates victory and defeat and life and death.

Eighteen years ago, on the wasteland, at the end of the black line, because the son of Hades came to the world, Ye Sudao was excited, and cast the strongest sword in his youth, cutting the small tree into fifty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three pieces.

After that, he traveled around the world, and his realm increased again, and the wooden sword in his hand became slower and slower, from ten thousand swords to a thousand swords, a hundred swords, and finally a sword.

Because a sword is enough.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the breath of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia seems to be attracted by the wooden sword, rushing from all directions, and the sunlight sprinkled in the sky is refracted into a strange shape, like a galloping horse.

Shocked by this, countless golden rice grains swept away with the wind, heading north, and a golden wave was born in the field, and the wooden sword walked between the rice waves, like a boat driving forward.

Ye Su no longer stayed where he was, his clothes fluttered slightly, and he went with the wooden sword.

The golden waves of the Daohai Sea pushed the wooden sword like a boat, under the effect of the majestic Heaven and Earth Vitality, it became faster and faster, and it was about to turn into a lightning bolt, but Ye Su's figure was always behind the sword shadow.

No one has been able to fly so fast.

Fighting with the sword has always been just a legend.

More precisely, except for the Master. There is not even such a legend in the world.

Ye Su is not walking in Edgeworth.

The wooden sword is the boat.

He is the man on the boat.

The boat carried him.

And not that he was pushing the boat.

There was a gust of wind in the sea of rice.

Ye Su disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he came to Jun Mo's side.

His hand grasped the hilt of the wooden sword.

Bend your knees, sink your waist, straighten your elbows, and don't turn your wrists.

The wooden sword stabbed at Jun Mo's left chest.

An incomparably bright holy glow lit up on the sword's body......

The sun in the sky above Qingxia seemed to dim a little bit when he took out his sword.

Not the apocalypse. Rather, the sword and heaven and earth become one.

He put Haotian's will. All of them turned into their own sword intent.

This is providence.

There is providence in the wooden sword.

How can I avoid it?

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The wooden sword containing the will of heaven is more difficult to answer than the iron sword of the previous absolute decision.

Life and death can be viewed without contemplation, and providence cannot be escaped.

Jun Mo remembered the sentence that the teacher had repeated many times.

There is no omniscient and omnipotent existence, except for Haotian.

He knew that he couldn't avoid Ye Su's sword, so he didn't dodge.

He didn't even glance at the wooden sword that stabbed him in the chest. He raised his iron sword and slashed down.

Chopping is a very simple action.

He did it very simply, and cut it down like that.

If you don't answer a question, don't answer it. Just like the arithmetic problem that Ning Que wrote for Chen Pipi before he entered the second floor, it was too complicated to calculate. That's not all.

If the knot is not easy to untie, then don't untie it, just like teak braided his hair into a knot because the bath water was cold, and it was too troublesome to untie. That's incomprehensible.

Just let the little junior brother say the answer, and deal with him with the door rules if he doesn't tell him.

Just let the seventh senior sister untie it by herself, and if she doesn't untie it, she will cut it with scissors.

The wooden sword that came to him was difficult to answer, so he didn't answer, it was difficult to avoid, so he didn't dodge, he held the iron sword, just like picking up the door rules and rulers, picking up scissors, and fell.

Jun Mo has always regarded Uncle Xiao as an idol, and he has not learned Haoran Qi, but he has learned Haoran Sword, Haoran Qi, and what he pays attention to is to move forward bravely.

The iron sword he held seemed to be about to pick up all the boulders in the Qingxia, which was incomparably magnificent, making people feel open and happy.

In front of this simple and cheerful iron sword, there are no gods and Buddhas, and there are no heavens.

Jun Mo's expression was calm, confident that his iron sword could cut Ye Su in half before the wooden sword came to him.

This is not about dying together, burning all the jade, but about considering each other's courage.

Courage is a form of pride.

Everyone knows that the second senior brother of the academy is the proudest person in the world, he is the first brave man in the world, and the blood and water in the field before Qingxia and the countless cavalry who died under the sword have proved this......

Ye Su was also very proud, because Jun Mo was proud at this time, he was even more proud.

He didn't shy away either.

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The wooden sword moved forward and stabbed Jun Mo's left chest, the seemingly blunt and bladeless wooden sword instantly sank into the charred black armor, and the hidden runes under the armor suddenly brightened, exuding a powerful aura.

The iron sword fell, not cutting Ye Su's neck, because it was blocked by the scabbard on his back.

In the blazing light, the seemingly inconspicuous scabbard was like a sail in a raging ocean, intercepting the power of the wind and giving the boat the strength to move forward.

The tip of the iron sword was just pierced in the scabbard, because the sword was wide and straight, and it could not be pierced.

This qiē is all real, and none of them are real.

The iron sword is not an iron sword, the wooden sword is not a wooden sword, the scabbard is not a scabbard, and the most subtle and basic structure of these things is filled with countless heaven and earth vitality.

This is no longer a confrontation between swords and swords, but a confrontation between telekinesis and telekinesis, a confrontation between two heaven and earth.

Countless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi came violently, and then was instantly swallowed by an invisible vortex, entering the world of the two, and then bursting out violently through the guò sword or scabbard.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi before Qingxia was compressed to the extreme, and the refracted sky light became even more distorted, because it was compressed too much, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi began to rub between each other, and scorching flames appeared!

If Ye Su's sword at the beginning ignited a small sun before Qingxia, then at this time, before Qingxia, it seems that a real sun was born, and infinite light and heat sprayed towards the wilderness!

What a dazzling picture.

What kind of heart should be swaying for people who see this picture.

It's a pity. It's like the master slaying gods in the wasteland, because the light is so blazing that few people can see this scene.

Liu Bai could see it.

Leaf redfish can also be seen.

She had been silent in the temple, keeping her head down, as if she didn't care about the situation in Qingxia.

At this point, she finally couldn't help but raise her head.

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In the light, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand continued to press down.

With a light hiss, the scabbard on Ye Su's back was torn open.

Ye Su's expression was indifferent, and the wooden sword in his hand continued to move forward.

The wooden sword shortened inch by inch. Part of it entered Jun Mo's chest. More crumble into the tiniest powder, and then burn violently, like a candle.

The current situation is to see whether the iron sword breaks the sail first, or the wooden sword breaks the armor first.

The wax torch will eventually turn to ashes.

The burning wooden sword was getting shorter and shorter, but it still didn't break through the armor on Jun Mo's body.

In the blazing light. Ye Su's face became as if it was transparent, and there was still no expression.

He continued to hand the sword forward.

In the end, only one hilt remained. A bare hilt.

With a clear roar, Ye Su slapped it with one palm, and slapped the entire hilt of the sword into Jun Mo's chest!

Before. His wooden sword had no hilt and no scabbard.

Now his sword has a handle and a sheath.

Because over the years, his practice has been going backwards.

He was moving backwards.

From ten thousand swords to one sword, from seeing through to not seeing. From the outside world to the world.

But in today's battle, he has been moving forward, not taking a step back.

His scabbard is a bond that he understands in the world.

The hilt of his sword is the whole spirit of his sword.

He restrained the edge of the iron sword with his scabbard, and then slapped all the sword intent into Jun Mo's chest!

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Jun Mo's cultivation over the years is as simple as his iron sword.

Forward, forward, forward.

There is no advance or retreat, there is no return, he is moving towards one peak after another.

Just as Ye Su slapped the hilt of his sword into his chest, he suddenly let go of the hilt.

The iron sword is too wide and too straight, like his eyebrows, and it cannot be allowed in the world, nor in its sheath.

At least for a short time, he was unable to break through Ye Su's sheath.

It's like solving a problem, then he doesn't break it anymore.

He let go of the hilt of his sword and made a concession for the first time in his spiritual career.

But his left foot, in the light of the sky, took a step forward.

His right hand clenched into a fist, holding the infinite light in the autumn wind, and smashed it towards Ye Su.

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Jun Mo, who is indomitable, gave in for the first time.

Ye Su, who took retreat as his advance, moved forward resolutely.

In this thrilling battle, the two peerless geniuses in the cultivation world actually agreed to choose the means that the other party was best at, but they didn't know who would win the final victory.

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When the hilt of the sword is submerged in the charred black armor.

A tearing sound rang out throughout the field.

It's as if the sky was torn open by someone.

Jun Mo's armor has not changed, and there are some extremely fine wood chips left on it.

Behind him, an extremely terrifying sword intent swayed.

That sword intent pierced the Qingxia Gorge, stabbing a sword hole on the cliff wall that was unknown how many miles deep!

Just the overflow of sword intent has such amazing power.

What about Jun Mo, who has borne all the sword intent in person?

Almost at the same time.

Jun Mo's fist also fell on Ye Su's body.

He held infinite light in his fist, which was the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in front of Qingxia.

And these heaven and earth vitality were filled with an unimaginable amount of sword intent.

The sword intent of the iron sword even has Ye Su's own sword intent.

Jun Mo let go of the iron sword, and then held countless swords.

When his fist landed on Ye Su, ten thousand swords fell on Ye Su's body.

The spring breeze blows the willows, and the thin leaves fall into the water.

The morning sun is born, and the lake is full of golden light.

In the winter snow lake, the wind is like a knife.

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In front of Qingxia, it was quiet and silent.

Countless pairs of eyes fell back on the place, nervously looking at the two people standing across from each other.

I don't know how long it has been.

Ye Su coughed suddenly, and countless fine blood lines appeared on his plain clothes.

He looked at Jun Mo and said with emotion: "If you don't have this armor, I won't necessarily lose." ”

"There are no ifs. ”

Jun Mo's face did not have any joy of victory, and said indifferently: "If you want to say if, then if I have no armor and you have no sheath, I will win." If you don't have a sword, I don't have a sword, I win. ”

"If it had been eighteen years ago, I would have won. If it was eighteen years later, I would still win. ”

He concluded: "So no matter what, I win." (No ifs, see you tomorrow.) (To be continued)