The blue sky is like washing, and the sun is like fire. At noon, the crowd of people on the side of Guming Mountain is surging, and the spectators are like clouds.

The news of the competition between the cold sword Xu Shaofeng and the frost sword Wen Haowu spread far and wide, and in less than a day, it attracted many spectators. Of course, this is inseparable from the fact that Master Wen of Junan Villa is going to celebrate his 50th birthday, and many of the viewers are guests of Master Wen. Among these people are not only warriors of the rivers and lakes, but also many literati and artists. However, more viewers are ordinary people in Guanhui City, and the fourth young master of Master Ju Nanwen's family wants to compete with others, so it is impossible to miss such a bustle. Among them, the most eye-catching is the help team formed spontaneously by a group of female dependents. Their shouts and screams were heard for miles.

"Wen/Childe is mighty!"

"Wen/Childe will win!"

"Ah, Fourth Prince Wen is really a dragon and phoenix among people, as handsome as an immortal. ”

"Hey, the cold sword over there doesn't seem to be inferior. ”

"It looks like it's a bit temperamental, but it's not as good as our fourth son Wen anyway. ”

"Really, I don't think he seems to be good. ”

"What, you dare to betray Fourth Prince Wen!"

"No, no, I'm just talking. ”

......

In addition to the women's cries, there is another kind of cry that is also quite loud.

"Come on, come on, come and bet, buy Wen Sigongzi to win, two to one, buy Han Jian to win, one to two. "Somebody is busy setting up gambling games.

"I'll buy Wen Sigongzi and win!"

"I'll also buy Wen Sigongzi to win!"

"Then I'll buy a little bit of the cold sword and win. ”

"Don't squeeze don't squeeze, take your time, take your time!"

It's also a mess here.

......

Unlike the chaos below the mountain, there was silence at the top of Lone Singing Peak.

Xu Shaofeng and Wen Haowu stood on both sides of the peak, hunting in the mountain wind, flying in white.

is both a man in white and a cold swordsman, and the coldness and whiteness of the two are actually different.

Wen Haowu's white is noble, like the moon and frost, beautiful and handsome.

Xu Shaofeng's whiteness is lonely, like ice and snow, cold and lonely.

When the hour came, Wen Haowu arched his hand at Xu Shaofeng, drew out his long sword and said, "My sword is called the Flying Frost Sikong Sword, which is forged by the refinement of the frost essence stone in the ice cave of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain. ”

Xu Shaofeng slowly pulled out the sword and saluted: "This is the Cold Iron Star Sky Sword, which is forged by the spirit of the flying stones outside the sky. ”

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two exchanged a salute.

After the ceremony, both of them stared at each other without blinking. The eyes of the two are so focused, even the slightest expression of the other party will not be spared, even the affectionate gaze between lovers.

A cold mountain wind blew, and a delicate red flower was blown to the top of the cliff by this strong wind. After the strong wind, the red flowers floated between the two, crumbling.

At this moment, the two of them jumped up at the same time, and made a move in the air like a lightning flash.

There was a loud bang on the ground, and the two of them were shocked, and then separated. The red flower shattered into countless small petals and fell weakly on the dirt, and the two people who drew their swords had already switched places.

The sword intent was agitated, the clothes were in the wind, and the hearts of the two of them were one in their hearts. After trying a trick, the two found at the same time that in addition to being close in age, the two sides are similar in martial arts, and their internal strength is almost the same.

"It's very interesting. Wen Haowu's eyes skyrocketed, and his fighting spirit was high, "I'm going to do real kung fu!"

"Come on!" Xu Shaofeng raised his eyebrows, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he changed the cold sword in his hand to a defensive posture. He was very eager to see the true strength of the Frost Sky Sword, and constantly fighting against strong enemies was a common way for him to improve himself.

I saw Wen Haowu wave his arm, and the frost sky sword in his palm flew like silver lightning. Wherever the snow-white blade went, it left a beautiful frost mark in the air. He danced faster and faster, so fast that his whole body was shrouded in a white frost aura, and the white clothes and sword marks were mixed together, and it was almost impossible to distinguish his true figure. This is the essence of the Frost Sky Sword Technique - turning the sword into frost!

On the contrary to him, Xu Shaofeng did not move. Those who are attentive can find that his body is gradually wrapped in light blue sword qi. The sword qi condensed into ice when it met the water vapor, and the ice qi was swirling, and he had already placed himself in a vague ice armor. This is the essence of Tianhan swordsmanship - people are as cold as swords, and swords are as cold as people!

Frost flies in midsummer, the cold sun freezes, and the two white-clothed swordsmen fight on the top of Guming Mountain. The viewer at the foot of the mountain is fascinated, as if in a dream. In a trance, some people even have the illusion that this is not the height of summer but the cold winter.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" several of the ladies burst into tears.

Those literati and writers were even more excited, and their poems flourished.

The elders of the rivers and lakes hurriedly commented to the disciples that such a great opportunity for benefit could not be missed.

I only heard one person say: "The Frost Sky Sword Wen Haowu really lives up to its reputation, and the Frost Sky Sword he danced at this time is no longer just a sword technique, but has turned into an extremely miniature sword formation, and those who enter this formation will be confused by his flying frost." With the power of one person, he can conjure up a sword array, and 'turning swords into frost' is really exquisite!"

Another person said: "The cold sword Xu Shaofeng is also extraordinary, at this moment he brakes quietly, presumably looking for a way to 'turn the sword into frost'." His body was covered by the cold ice sword qi, forming a strange ice armor, which cooperated with his ice sword technique, both offensive and defensive, and was in no way inferior to the gentle and powerful frost array. ”

As he spoke, Xu Shaofeng suddenly moved! Extremely fast, he stabbed his sword forward, and the ice on the sword shot into Wen Haowu's frost array like a flying arrow.

After a crisp thud, the ice arrow was bounced out of the frost mist. At this moment, Xu Shaofeng let out a low shout, his sword qi soared, his body suddenly bounced, and the whole person turned into a huge ice arrow and rushed towards the frost mist.

In an instant, Wen Haowu's frost array doubled, wrapping Xu Shaofeng with a sword. The two of them are fast to fast, and the crackling sound is endless, and I don't know how many moves have passed one after another.

At this time, it was impossible to distinguish the figures of the two, in the white frost mist, the blue sword light continued to appear, and the sound of the collision of swords and swords echoed endlessly in the valley.

Frost and countless ice particles fell from the sky, the fog on the top of the mountain was filled, the sky was full of frost, and the sky and the earth were white, leaving only ice and frost to fight!

The women who helped in the battle were so excited that they couldn't make a sound because they were so drunk.

The ink writers were inspired, and many of the best poems were produced as a result of this war.

The people in the rivers and lakes feel that it is worth the trip, the older generation of people in the rivers and lakes feel that only the words "the future is terrible" is no longer enough to express the ups and downs of the mood, and the young people are even more excited to be unable to hold themselves, as a person in the martial arts, what an honor to be born in the same era as such characters!

It is foreseeable that no matter who wins or loses, this battle will become a legendary battle on the rivers and lakes.

After a pillar of incense, an earth-shattering sound erupted in the frost mist. The two of them parted from each other, and each stood on either side of the peak.

Countless white snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, and the last force of the two of them made the frost and ice turn into snowflakes.

The spectators at the bottom of the mountain all craned their necks and stared at each other, not knowing why.

Is it over?

Who wins?

The spectators had mixed opinions.

"I think it's the cold sword Xu Shaofeng who won!"

"No, it's clearly the Frost Sky Sword Wen Haowu who won!"

"Look at the clothes on the back of Fourth Prince Wen are torn!"

Although the coat of the fourth prince Wen was torn, he was not injured, but Xu Shaofeng was bleeding. ”

As the spectators could see, a long cut was made on Wen Haowu's back shirt, and Xu Shaofeng's left arm was cut, and blood soaked his shirt.

"It turns out that you have broken through the realm of 'people are as cold as swords, and swords are as cold as people'. Wen Haowu seemed to have a comprehension in his eyes.

In such a quick battle, both sides attacked and defended with the breath of the other. In the final blow, Wen Haowu, who had relied on Xu Shaofeng's cold air to attack him, suddenly lost his opponent's breath. At this moment, Xu Shaofeng had already attacked behind him, but fortunately he pounced forward in time, and at this time, Xu Shaofeng's sword seemed to be a little slower, so this sword only scratched the coat on his back. Wen Haowu returned with a backhand sword, slashing Xu Shaofeng's arm.

"You have injuries on your body!" Wen Haowu's face suddenly changed.

"It's no big deal, you can fight. Xu Shaofeng said lightly. Blood loomed on the white garment of his abdomen. The wound that had been cut open by the "Flywheel" Cheng had already cracked open in the fierce battle, and was slowly oozing blood at this time.

Wen Haowu laughed miserably: "Although my Frost Sky Sword Technique has reached the realm of 'turning swords into frost', the next realm of 'Frost Turning into Nothing' has not been able to break through. You have broken through the 'cold like a sword, the sword is as cold as a person' and reached the realm of 'cold as you like, cold as you like', if you have no injuries on your body, I can't beat you. ”

"I lost this battle. A word was lost, Wen Haowu's face turned pale, the pride of the Frost Sky Swordsman did not allow him to fail, but he had to admit that he had lost.

Xu Shaofeng was impressed by him: he looked like a proud boy, but he didn't expect his frosty sky swordsmanship to be wonderful. What's even more valuable is that he can admit defeat so frankly in front of everyone. The good character made him feel like he had never befriended before.

"The Frost Sky Sword really lives up to its reputation!" Xu Shaofeng admired sincerely, "However, you must know that blind cold cannot win victory. He had just learned this experience, and before that, he was not sure of winning. Out of great affection for Wen Haowu, he told his opponent what he had just learned without reservation.

Blind cold can't win victory? Wen Haowu immediately fell into deep thought.

After a while, he looked up and asked, "How did you realize this?"

Xu Shaofeng didn't answer, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, a trace of tenderness flashed in his obsidian-like eyes, and he glanced somewhere halfway up the mountain.

Wen Haowu looked at him thoughtfully, and then he smiled, smiling like a smug son. After laughing, he reverted to being a cold and arrogant swordsman:

"A year later, here and now, we'll do it again!"

"Okay!" Xu Shaofeng nodded solemnly.