Ye Gucheng is also unique in the world in swordsmanship, and the sword he pulls out is cold and bright, which is different from the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow, looking at it, the eyes are stinging, and people dare not look directly.

Both sides draw their swords, or point, or lean.

After being silent for a long time, he was surprised, and Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng looked at each other.

Silver flashes and stabbed out with two swords.

The sword momentum is not fast, but the sword peak is already changing, this is to reach the realm of doing whatever you want.

It is the supreme realm of martial arts!

Countless people can't help but sigh that there are few people in the world who can reach such a state in kendo.

Their swords have become one with people, and their momentum is gradually climbing, and their bodies are in harmony with their swords, which is already the sword of the heart.

Immediately after, the distance between the two was already close at hand, and the sharp sword qi rushed into the sky.

The two swords are also about to come into contact with each other.

"Boom!"

The silver light flashed and made a shocking sound, and everyone's ears hurt slightly, and their eyes dazzled, and they didn't dare to look directly.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and let go of his hands, and found that the two gods of kendo had switched places.

Ximen Blowing Snow is slightly squatting, the sword is pointing obliquely at the sky, and the white fluttering, like a fairy on the ground.

Ye Gucheng's divine sword was at his side, standing proudly on the top of the city, looking at the endless night sky, as if the shocking blow just now was not his own.

Although they only stabbed this sword, everyone knew this sword, and it had already decided the victory.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the moonlight faded a little.

Whether it is Xie Xiaofeng and the others, or many masters below, they are all looking forward to who will win this epic battle.

Suddenly, there was a pop from the top of the city, and a stream of blood splattered out, and the crimson sprinkled into the night sky.

More thorough and colorful.

"Wow,"

Everyone was in an uproar and talking, because they knew that the winner had been decided.

I saw that on the towering city wall, Ye Gucheng's body slowly fell backwards.

His face was serene and relieved.

And Simon blows snow, there is a blood hole in his shoulder, which is dripping with scarlet blood, staining half of his white clothes, which is dazzling.

At this moment, his eyes were as pale as water, as if he had lost all his strength, and he was motionless.

Below, a group of martial arts people sighed and sighed with emotion, although this battle is rare in the world, countless people are looking forward to it,

But after the battle, they were also booed, and they all sighed,

It is a pity that Ye Gucheng, a generation of sword gods, died like this.

Su Ying looked surprised, "The winner was divided so quickly." ”

Xie Xiaofeng sighed and said, "The two of them, with just one sword, can tell the winner." ”

Suddenly, everyone saw a man in black jumping on the towering city wall, he slowly walked to the west gate and pushed him down.

Xie Xiaofeng exclaimed, his figure had swept out, ready to rescue.

But it's too late.

The city wall is five feet high, no matter how powerful the snow blows at the west gate, after all, it is still flesh and blood, and once it falls to the ground, it will inevitably be shattered.

Suddenly, there was a person with an elegant posture, walking like a fairy in the wind, swept straight over, and caught the snow blowing at the west gate.

Xie Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, greeted him, and said with a smile: "It's really timely." ”

The man was wearing a blue shirt, his face was slightly lazy, it was Chu Xiangshuai.

Chu Xiangshuai looked at everyone: "It's better to come early than to come by chance." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled slightly.

Chu Xiangshuai asked helplessly, "What should he do?" He was referring to Ximen Blowing Snow, and at this moment, this sword god who was already invincible in the way of the sword had dull eyes and an expressionless face.

Xie Xiaofeng frowned slightly, and shouted, "Ximen blowing snow? ”

Hu Tiehua walked over, and when she saw Ximen Fuxue's appearance, she couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not a duel, and I broke my brain." ”

Chu Xiangshuai said: "Don't talk nonsense." "A generation of sword gods should be respected.

At this moment, Simon Fuxue suddenly whispered, "Let me down." ”

Chu Xiangshuai did as he was told.

Simon Fuxue looked at him, his lips squirming, not knowing what to say.

Chu Xiangshuai smiled and said, "No need." ”

Ximen Fuxue nodded calmly, but after a little hesitation, he still said those two words, "Thank you." ”

Chu Xiangshuai smiled.

Su Ying suddenly pointed to the man in black on the city wall and shouted, "That person is Xiaoyao Hou." ”

When everyone heard this, they saw the city wall, and looked at the face of the man in black by the moonlight.

Xie Xiaofeng clenched his hands, the killing intent in his eyes was condensed, Xiaoyaohou, you can be regarded as appearing, tonight, is your death.

On the city wall, the Marquis of Xiaoyao, whose identity had already been revealed, said loudly: "Everyone, the duel between the two sword gods, logically speaking, is it known to the whole world, but why, outside the palace, are there only more than 40 people waiting for you?" ”

When the martial arts people below heard this, they were all shocked and vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Xiaoyao Hou smiled slightly, with a hint of hideousness and cruelty in his expression, "Because they have already gone to another place, next, you should also accompany them." ”

Another place, Yellow Springs?

A martial arts person was inexplicably panicked.

There was a respected martial arts master who snorted coldly and shouted: "Hugh is talking nonsense, bewitching me and so on." ”

"Yes, it's up to you, don't you want to kill me and wait?" Another middle-aged man who was the head of a faction said loudly.

A cadre of martial arts people is a little calm, yes, they are all good at it, they are first-class masters in the world, even if Ximen blows snow, they can't be an enemy.

The man in black also dares to speak wildly?

Xiaoyao Hou smiled, "Ignorance, ignorance. ”

After that, the sound of breaking wind suddenly rose, and I saw that from the vast night, there were hundreds of black-clothed people, who suddenly swept over, and in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by a group of martial arts people.

Xiaoyaohou looked strategic, "Just rely on me, with my doll soldiers, Dongying ninjas, armored dead soldiers, and all of them will be wiped out." ”

The hundreds of black-clothed people are divided into three branches, one with a strange-shaped mask on his face, which is the doll soldier, and one with a black scarf on his face, revealing a mysterious atmosphere, is the Dongying ninja, and the other is wearing armor and flowing with a cold luster, which is the dead man in armor.

That is, the armored dead soldiers, washed the blood up and down the Shenjian Villa!

Then, immediately after, without warning, a great war was imminent.

I saw that the puppet soldiers, Dongying ninjas, and armored dead soldiers rushed up, and a group of martial arts people fought in the blink of an eye, and the sound of fighting rushed into the sky.

Xie Xiaofeng said in a deep voice: "Su Ying, Brother Hu, Brother Yifei, you go and help them." ”

Su Ying, Hu Tiehua, and Shen Yifei said at the same time: "Okay." With that, the three of them had already swept straight away and fought viciously with those men in black.

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I'll kill Xiaoyaohou." ”

Ximen Fuxue suddenly said: "Help me bring Ye Gucheng's body, he needs to be buried." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said succinctly: "Okay." ”

Simon Blowing Snow thought about it and said, "Don't worry about me, I can protect myself." ”