Ximen Fuxue's eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as a star, as sharp as a sword, and the sword in his hand became more cold and cold, and the sword light danced again, turning into a cloud of flying and dazzling cold light, piercing in the air, like mercury pouring on the ground, pervasive.

Su Ang's whole person is like a mountain, exuding a majestic momentum, towering and unmoving. And the slashing fire in his hand suddenly blew snow towards the west gate, and there was a heavy buzz between the waves.

The two long swords had already begun to clash, and the sword light flowed, as if they were two dragons entangled together, flying and circling, and the changes were endless.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves. The number of sword blade collisions doesn't seem to be too much, and most of the time it's Ximen Blowing Snow attacking.

Lu Xiaofeng's face has become more and more solemn, he is very confident in Ximen Blowing Snow, thinking that Ximen Blowing Snow is one of the great swordsmen, and as the two fight, this confidence begins to waver.

Su Ang's swordsmanship is profound, and he also cultivates foreign kung fu, and is the best at lasting, and the longer the fight, the lower the winning rate of Ximen Blowing Snow.

Of course, Ximen Fuxue also understood this, so he launched a storm-like fast attack at the beginning, and under this kind of fast attack, no matter how strong the defense was, it would reveal flaws.

And as long as there is a little flaw, he can easily defeat the opponent.

But Su Ang's defense was so impenetrable that it was like a mountain that couldn't be shaken.

And once another thirty moves can't tell the winner, Ximen blows the snow momentum and loses it, plus the consumption of internal strength, this battle will be lost.

Hua Manlou suddenly said, "Have you heard of the Great Light Treasure Book of the Rakshasa Sect?" ”

Although Lu Xiaofeng was in an impatient mood, he still nodded: It is said that after the Jade Rakshasa founded the Rakshasa Sect and defeated countless masters outside the Guan, he sorted out the martial arts classics of various factions, removed the chaffles, and spent countless efforts to compile it.

Hua Manlou Dao: I heard that there is a sword technique recorded in the treasure book, called the Flawless Three Styles.

Lu Xiaofeng said: Flawless three-style?

Hua Manlou nodded and said: It is said that these three styles of swordsmanship are extracted from countless swordsmanship cheats, tempered thousands of times, flawless, and almost perfect stunts.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes froze: What do you mean?

Hua Manlou said: "I heard that the names of these three styles of swordsmanship are called uncertain, immovable, and alluring, and the second style of immobility is said to be used for defensive moves, immovable like a mountain." No matter how high a person's martial arts are, how can he shake the mountains?

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed: Sometimes I really wonder if you are blind or I am blind.

Hua Manlou smiled: "I just happen to know a little." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's gaze looked at Su Ang again, it was really on the defensive, no matter how quickly Ximen Blowing Snow's sword changed, it still stood still.

The two swords clashed together, and this time it was Su Ang who took the initiative to attack, the offensive was like electricity, the offensive was like a mountain, the strength exploded, and the cathartic sword qi pushed the air to stir in all directions, and the radius of several zhang seemed to be blowing up in an instant, and the fallen leaves, flowers and plants around were all stirred into pieces.

Ximen Fuxue's body trembled violently, his body retreated again and again, and his already pale face was as white as paper.

Su Ang would not let go of this opportunity, his figure flew by, the long sword in his hand shook, and the red sword light flew out, turning into an incomparably stunning rainbow.

Simon Blowing Snow didn't dodge and stabbed a sword as well. Perhaps at the critical moment, his sword had reached an unprecedented peak in terms of change and speed.

The sword light is sheng, and the two figures, one black and one white, have been completely integrated into the sword light, galloping wantonly, their changes and speeds can no longer be described in words, if it were not for the opponents being each other, I am afraid that the winner would have already been separated.

Lu Xiaofeng's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and cold sweat broke out on his hands.

He suddenly found that although the change of Ximen Blowing Snow's sword was flexible, it was sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as Yuliancheng's sword.

Although this change is subtle, it is enough to kill the top master.

And for a master like him, swordsmanship has become sluggish for no more than two reasons.

One is that the heart is confused, and the other is that the internal strength is no longer good.

I'm afraid that Ximen will blow snow, and I have both.

After three more moves, Ximen Blowing Snow will definitely die under the sword of Yuliancheng.

The kung fu of three moves is fleeting.

Two terrible swords have been stabbed with all their might.

This is the last sword, and it is also the one that decides the winner.

But the victory or defeat has been revealed, Su Ang's sword is brilliant and terrifying, with the power to destroy everything, and Ximen Blowing Snow's sword is already the end of the strong crossbow, strong on the outside and dry in the middle.

Lu Xiaofeng was ready to make a move, he wanted to intervene in this battle and save his friend's life.

Even if Simon Blowing Snow didn't appreciate it, thinking that he was hindering the sanctity of this battle, and might even turn around and stab a sword at him, he didn't care.

But there is no need for Lu Xiaofeng to make a move, Su Ang's sword momentum has been collected by fifty percent, this is an excellent opponent, and it is more likely to become a sword god in the future, if there is such a wonderful opponent, there will be a lot of loneliness in the world.

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a long sigh of relief, after he decided this matter, he invited Su Ang to get drunk Yunxian for a big meal, he was a person worth making friends.

Lu Xiaofeng's face suddenly turned pale, and he found that there was a slight deviation in Ximen Blowing Snow's sword, maybe it was only a distance of one or two inches, and it was also the distance between life and death.

Simon Blowing Snow was like a lover who had not seen each other for a long time, and threw himself into the arms of the fire.

The cold blade of the sword, piercing through the flesh, had pierced into Ximen Fuxue's chest, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his heart.

Su Ang, he really couldn't have imagined that Ximen Fuxue would take the initiative to beg for death.

The blood on Ximen Fuxue's chest was scattered like red pearls, and he raised his head with difficulty, and a smile suddenly appeared on his snowy face, like a bright sunshine under the ice and snow.

Su Ang suddenly understood that for this kind of person who completely dedicates his life to the sword, victory is life, defeat is death, and there is absolutely no choice during this period.

This time, Simon can't blow other people's blood, but he can blow his own blood.

This peerless swordsman slowly fell, still with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.