"Pei Li!" The black cat on the other side suddenly barked. Pei Ye, who stared at the battle situation and was so nervous that his body stiffened, shouted back to his senses.

"Let's go first." It says.

As soon as Pei Ye turned his head, he saw Ming Qitian standing on the edge of the city wall with a sword and a black cat, bowed his head to him slightly, and jumped down.

Pei Ye climbed the wall and leaned over and shouted, "I'll go too!" ”

"You don't." The black cat said, "You wait until it's safe." ”

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment: "Oh." ”

At this time, there was a sudden explosion overhead, and a huge flame exploded in the sky, reflecting Pei Ye's face in a dark blue, and he looked up suddenly, only to see the old man falling like a kite with a broken string.

……

Yue Muzhou fell to the ground and looked up, and Xianjun had already crashed down like a cannonball.

Yue Muzhou's sword blade turned, and the sharp and invisible cold sword qi was like a night owl in the forest, suddenly rising into the sky, and Yue Muzhou followed behind this sword qi and flew into the sky to meet it.

The small half of Immortal Jun's body was slashed by this sword qi, and his attack was not weakened at all. He slammed his fist into Yue Muzhou's shoulder, and Yue Muzhou's sword slashed into his neck with a backhand.

The severed part of the Immortal Monarch arrived at this time, turned into a spear and stabbed at Yue Muzhou, and at the same time, the Immortal Monarch raised his knees and pushed it up.

Yue Muzhou's sword crossed a tortuous but smooth curve, this sword move must have its original trajectory, and that trajectory must not be so thrilling and sharp, but at this time in Yue Muzhou's hands, it should have been so.

This sword first cut off the spearhead of the "spear", and then latched the knee of the immortal monarch. In a sword, the first cut and then the grid, this is not the meaning and the Tao, and it has nothing to do with the Tianlou and Xuanmen, this is a pure "skill", it is the condensation of the old man in the realm of life, and even the blood-colored time below the four lives.

But Xianjun also has a perfect "skill", the flesh and blood on his knees suddenly changed and grew, wrapping the blade pasted up, Yue Muzhou twisted the hilt of the sword to break the shackles, and at the same time, Xianjun's punch was already in front of him.

Yue Muzhou clenched his fist with his other hand to meet it, and another surging wave of air exploded, and the ground around him was cleared away, the trees were about to break, and the stones were flying.

In the next battle, Xianjun was still attacking with all his might, but Yue Muzhou had to retreat, because according to the rate observed in the previous battle, this piece would be overflowed with the fire without temperature, and it was about to explode.

Xianjun was bent on attacking, but Yue Muzhou wanted to find a retreat, so he naturally fell behind, he put up a sword and punched hard, suffered a small loss, and planned to leave with this blow.

However, the blazing heat wave broke out at this moment!

Yue Muzhou's time was calculated very accurately, and there was a limit in his mind, which was the time it took to bury a sufficient number of flames to cause damage to himself.

He began to construct a chance to leave before the three breaths of this time, and he should have been able to leave the range before the first breath.

But the sea of fire detonated a breath earlier.

And there were enough of them to hurt him.

In the previous detonations, Xianjun had been deliberately delaying for a while!

Under the impact of the heat wave, Yue Muzhou's posture suddenly lost for a moment, Xianjun punched him, and Yue Muzhou was borne, but he failed to fight back with enough weight.

The "momentum" was pressed lower and tighter.

Without any respite, the Immortal Monarch, who had seized the advantage, launched an incomparably violent attack, no longer caring about Yue Muzhou's counterattack.

If you face that [Cloud Sky Covering Your Eyes and Losing Feathers] again at this time, Immortal Jun will definitely not retreat again.

This is a fairly simple truth, when the two sides are evenly matched, of course, they are fighting with all their might, but they must be cautious at the same time, constantly weighing the gains and losses in their hearts, and striving to achieve greater results than the other party in every encounter. And when this round shows signs of loss, they will choose to avoid this encounter.

But when the advantage is accumulated, the biggest goal becomes not to give the other party the slightest respite, even if it is ten for seven, there is no hesitation. If this advantage continues to expand, when it enters the slashing stage, even if it is ten for one, it must be firmly pressed.

Yue Muzhou tried to break the game several times, but the firmness of Xianjun's attack was unwavering, and he would rather be taken advantage of by Yue Muzhou than interrupt the offensive.

Compress the "momentum" tighter and tighter.

Xianjun is like an iron hammer, each blow is powerful and heavy, and the drum beat of the hammer is impermeable. And Yue Muzhou is a piece of iron under this hammer, although he can catch every blow, and has never been broken by a hammer, but every blow can not be perfectly resolved, let alone counterattack, can only continue to deform under this hammer, and is squeezed smaller and smaller.

Gradually, the space that Yue Muzhou could control became more and more cramped, and he couldn't even stretch his arms completely, as if he was locked in an invisible small cage and beaten.

This is the helplessness of facing the "other self" - never make mistakes, never miss any opportunities, as long as there is a glimmer of advantage, you can seize it.

As soon as you touch a tiny crack in the cloth, you can immediately squeeze a finger in.

Then expand it with impeccable stance.

Yue Muzhou can stretch less and less, he can only keep blocking, constantly blocking. Anyone can see that the outcome of this battle has been decided, and the next move, or the next move, the defense that has been compressed to the extreme will collapse.

Yue Muzhou has become a small boat in the storm, and the "potential" has been pressed to the lowest point.

In the Immortal Monarch's dragon pupils, the "barrier" of defense was already weak.

It's in this punch.

He doesn't delay a little bit and doesn't throw out any intermediaries.

At the moment when the goal can be achieved, He goes straight to the goal.

With a punch, the barrier shattered as expected.

After that, the whole mountain forest was quiet.

It was only after two breaths that he could be relieved—not that everything was suddenly silent, but that the roar of the dragon's sword drowned out all sounds.

The surging sword qi drowned the Immortal Monarch.

The hammer beats the iron, and the iron will not break, but will only be tempered more quintessentially in the repeated strikes.

Those "potentials" that were overwhelmed by the Immortal Monarch did not dissipate, but were compressed into the old man's body, becoming more condensed, pure, and hard, and desperately wanted to release!

This is a sword that Yue Muzhou has been preparing since [Cloud Sky Covers His Eyes and Lost Feathers].

It is the highest achievement of the old man in the way of the sword with his whole life as iron, and it comes from his repeated imagination of the moment when he was lying in the dark and listening to the cold rain for eighteen years.

It was from the abyss to the sky.

When the "potential" of life was oppressed to the lowest point, he held on and was not crushed, so those "potential" would not be broken and dissipated, but buried in his fate, waiting for the moment when he went straight to the clouds.

The old man's genius to introduce this "potential" into the battle is to burst out with extreme power in the ultimate desperate situation.

This sword has appeared in this world for the first time since its creation, and will be the last for a long time.

But this time alone, it was enough to represent that Yue Muzhou's sword had entered the highest realm in this world.

Those swordsmanship used to fight are "skills", and stunts like [Cloud Sky Covering Eyes and Feathers] are only "meaning" and "heart".

They are already the world's first-class swordsmanship, but just like the Xuanmen and the Heavenly Tower, the mountains cannot touch the sky.

Until this sword.

The old man held the ethereal "potential" in his hand and turned it into a sword move, which was the real step into the level of "Dao". It is the talent that the Sword Monarch also has to look for.

This is the last form of the Flying Goose Sword Style on a snowy night.

【Soaring Upside Down Floating Life】