The swordsmanship of these two people has reached the pinnacle of the world. Hua Manlou's face was solemn, and he nodded slightly, although he was blind, he could see no less than any other person.

"I heard that Ximen's swordsmanship has also improved to the next level, and perhaps only he can be qualified to compete with these two in the way of the sword." Jin Jiuling said.

"I don't know who will win and who will lose today's battle?" Flowers fill the hallway.

"It goes without saying." Shangguan Xue'er had more confidence in Su Ang than anyone else, even if she could only see two pieces of sword light.

As Ye Gucheng's apprentice, the prince of Nanwang was already dizzy.

His swordsmanship has been completed, except for Master and Ximen Blowing Snow, he can't find a few opponents in the world, but at this time he knows how far away he is from a real kendo master.

He thought that no one was his master's opponent, but at this time, he realized that there was another master who was not inferior to his master in the slightest.

The prince of Nanwang found that his Ye Gucheng's sword momentum was suddenly a little sluggish, and it was no longer as elegant as before.

There is only a little change in this, and others may not be able to find it, but as Ye Gucheng's apprentice, how could Nanwang Shizi not see that with his master's swordsmanship cultivation, this kind of mistake should not have occurred, but it happened.

He was just watching the battle from the sidelines, and he couldn't experience Ye Gucheng's feelings at this time.

Su Ang's sword was too heavy, and the offensive was swift, like a mountain and a mountain.

Even though Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is better than the original Ximen Blowing Snow, he still can't achieve a quick victory, but his true qi and physical strength continue to be consumed with the rapid fight, and his swordsmanship is not as agile as before, he can even wear out Ye Gucheng's true qi and physical strength, and then pierce his throat with a sword.

Ye Gucheng is like a flying immortal, and the long sword stabs out, not only is it incredibly fast, but the sword momentum is also unpredictable and difficult to fathom.

Su Ang stabbed out with a sword, but it divided into nine rays of light and shadow, and suddenly merged into one in mid-air, sealing Ye Gucheng's killing sword again.

Su Ang said: Ye City Lord's sword is really exquisite, but it is not the true essence of your sword, I want to see your flying immortals outside the sky.

The people of Ye Gucheng had already swept up, and suddenly leaned down, and a sword light flew obliquely, the sword light was like a match, like a flying hong, and the sword qi came without a trace, and it was ethereal.

The other person seems to have become one with the sword, the sword light is brilliant and fast, there is no change, not even a follow-up, he has actually integrated the strength of his whole body into this sword, this is no longer a sword technique in the world, but from the heavens to descend.

It is as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds, it seems to be close to perfection, there are no flaws, no flaws, it is natural, flawless.

A sword technique like this is already an unbreakable move, and it can be called a god in sword moves, and the praise for it in the rivers and lakes is not too much.

At this moment, Su Ang's whole body exuded an indescribable meaning, and every move had a palpitating beauty, and the elegance was extreme.

The long sword pierced the air, and under the reflection of the sword light, it seemed that the smoke and rain were hazy, as if the moon was shining, as if the flowers and trees were piling up snow, and all kinds of beautiful artistic conceptions were displayed in front of everyone in an instant, making people fascinated, as if they wanted to immerse themselves in it, and could not extricate themselves.

With a flick of Su Ang's wrist, the sword momentum regenerated and changed, and the countless beautiful artistic conceptions suddenly fused together, turning into a heavy and dull, but dangerous killing move.

This sword was full of grandeur and domineering, as powerful as Mount Tai, carrying an irresistible force, making the entire air gloomy, as if it was unbearable, and it had come down in an instant.

In mid-air, two sword lights collided staggered, emitting a palpitating sound of weapons clashing, echoing throughout the forest.

After a moment of condensation, the violent energy swept in all directions, and suddenly a piece of flying sand and rocks were gone, and the strong wind hunted like a knife, like a knife cutting face, and even Jin Jiuling, Hua Manlou and others had to take a few steps back.

After waiting for a long time, the figures of the two were re-revealed, and everyone's eyes widened to see which of the two won and who lost.

Su Ang's posture was calm, as if he had not experienced an unprecedented fierce battle, and the fire sword in his hand seemed to be just a brush ready to write poems and ink at any time.

Ye Gucheng's face was very pale, his face was cold, but his hands were trembling slightly, and he said with a touch of bright red on his chest: What is the name of the sword just now.

Su Angdao: Allure.

Ye Gucheng Dao: The rumored three-style swordsmanship recorded in the "Great Light Treasure Book"?

Ye Gucheng praised: What a move.

Su Angdao: This is the subtlety of this sword.

Allure is a style, beautiful, seems to contain all the wonderful artistic conceptions, integrated into one, murderous but light, no fireworks, a little careless, died under this sword.

And this sword is not only beautiful, but also contains the power of a city. Just because the sword momentum is pouring down, there are very few people who can take this sword, not to mention that Su Ang has also practiced foreign kung fu.

These two complement each other, and the power of the explosion is very unimaginable, and one force will drop ten, and this is the case with Moyo.

The only pity is that Yuliancheng has not yet completely integrated these two subtleties.

Ye Gucheng looked down at the bright red on his snow-white clothes, and suddenly sighed: I lost.