In the split second that the two looked at each other.

The corners of Jiang Xiang's mouth twitched, although he really wanted to come to share the victory and defeat with the master of the Chengying Sword.

However, the one on Li Zijin's back at the moment is not a fairy sword.

This made Jiang Xiang feel that it was not very interesting.

Winning a "swordless" Li Zijin will not give him any sense of achievement.

This no sword in his hand naturally refers to the fairy sword, not these mortal products.

Although the Cuiqu Ancient Sword is good, it is not enough to make Jiang Xiang, who holds the fairy sword in his hand, look at it.

This lottery came too mysteriously, and Jiang Xiang even wondered if Yuan Lao'er had secretly moved his hands and feet, and deliberately drew himself and Li Zijin together.

No matter what he thought, he thought it was too much of a coincidence.

So at the moment when Jiang Xiang and Li Zijin looked at each other, this farmer's outer disciple actually immediately wanted to say the words "I admit defeat".

It's just that no matter how hard he squeezes his throat, he can't get these three words out of his mouth.

Jiang Xiang looked up at the wide-sleeved man hovering in mid-air with the wind, Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain master of the Sleepless Mountain.

The old man smiled and said, "Ask the sword today, add a new rule, don't admit defeat." ”

That is to say, I have to fight with Li Zijin? Jiang Xiang is a little irritable, and he can't really let go of his hands and feet to ask the sword, what's the point?

Even he doesn't like to divide wins and losers, he only likes to divide life and death.

If it is not between life and death, it is far from being able to bring out the greatest potential of a sword cultivator.

Jiang Xiang enjoyed the pleasure of life and death, and that kind of stimulation made him continue to refine his swordsmanship, so that his current swordsmanship would not have the slightest superfluous action.

Keep only the simplest and crudest moves.

Only identify with the most unpretentious swordsmanship.

In Jiang Xiang's eyes, swordsmanship is a killing skill, and a swordsman is an executioner.

What gorgeous sword moves, what gentlemen's swords, are all excuses made by the weak for themselves, which is ridiculous.

A real swordsman only needs to unsheath, hand the sword, put it into the sheath, and collect the corpse.

That's all.

If he can't tell the difference between life and death, he really has no interest in fighting Li Zijin.

It's just that Yuan Tiancheng, an old thing, actually cast a spell to make him unable to admit defeat, and then immediately threw a summer sword to himself.

After Jiang Xiang steadily caught the summer sword that flew out of Yuan Tiancheng's sleeve, Li Zijin made a move.

Give the other party enough time to draw the sword out of the sheath.

Qi Changsheng, the senior brother of the Cangyun Sword Sect, was accompanied by his little junior brother Ding Yu, and he asked the little junior brother to open his eyes wide and take a good look at the sword competition between the two.

Tomorrow night, the young sect master of the Yanyu Sect, the girl was dressed in black, tied in a ponytail, and crossed black and white swords behind her, at this moment with her arms around her chest, leaning on the edge of the water, under a willow tree, squinting at the two of them.

A color embryo, a weirdo, it's not a good thing, hurry up and fight, it's good to lose both.

The other Qi Refiners present were also concentrating, focusing on the sword platform above the desecration, looking at a green shirt and a brown robe.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Xiang muttered silently, and if he comes, he will be safe.

This farmer's outer disciple, the whole person's momentum changed suddenly, when Li Zijin stabbed a sword at the door in front of him, he did not dodge or dodge, and firmly clamped the verdant Cuiqu ancient sword with two fingers.

Although this wave of shots caused the summer sword in Jiang Xiang's hand to fall to the ground, it resolved a sharp sword move by Li Zijin.

The young man in the green shirt narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang is finally willing to make a move." ”

Jiang Xiang, who was silenced by Yuan Tiancheng and couldn't speak, could only speak with a sword.

Jiang Xiang's left leg shook suddenly, lifted and put it down, stepped on the ground, and shook the summer sword that fell to the ground away, just enough to sweep towards Li Zijin's waist.

The green shirt could only avoid its edge, with a slight point on his toes, and his body flew backwards to avoid the summer sword.

Jiang Xiang, who was dressed in a brown robe, gently stretched out his hand and held the summer sword very "coincidentally".

The female sword fairy wearing a thin gauze was under the waterfall not far away, and when she saw Jiang Xiang, she changed yesterday's desertion and fled, holding the sword in her hand at this time, but faintly had the atmosphere of a sword fairy.

Yun Meng smiled: "This person is hidden deep enough. ”

The man in brocade clothes beside him scoffed at this, and said disdainfully: "Isn't it just to play tricks and pretend to be ghosts?

Yun Meng shook his head and sighed: "Pretending to be a god and a ghost, you have to have some divine and divine skills to pretend to be like." This Jiang Xiang is by no means as simple as you see, in him, I seem to be able to see the shadow of another person. It's just that I don't dare to conclude yet. ”

The man asked suspiciously, "Whose shadow?"

Yun Meng laughed and didn't answer the question, just recalled a scene.

In that cave, where mountains and rivers have been broken and invaded by the demon clan, there is a young sword fairy who is as fast as thunder, in order to pursue a breakthrough in the battle of life and death, holding a fairy sword that does not show the sword body and only shows the hilt, and rushes into the demon army alone.

Kill countless enemies.

Asked the sword on the platform.

Jiang Xiangyun lightly forced Li Zijin back, holding the sword in his right hand, hanging by his side, standing on the edge of the sword platform, and looking at the young man in green shirt who had retreated to the center of the sword platform.

Li Zijin frowned, this Jiang Xiang felt too strange to him today, and it didn't match his previous temperament at all.

If two people are judged.

Is it because he didn't speak?

No, it's not that simple.

From Jiang Xiang's posture of holding the sword, Li Zijin can be sure that the other party is a good sword maker.

That angle just now······ Is it a delusion?

Li Zijin walked forward slowly.

Jiang Xiang also held his sword forward.

Both are right-handed.

A verdant ancient sword Cuiqu, and an ancient sword with a slightly cold sword to escape the heat.

Two long swords, dragged on the ground at the same time, made a sharp and piercing sound.

"Zizi Zi ······"

The two sword cultivators didn't choose to accelerate, but just dragged the three-foot Qingfeng and slowly moved forward.

Now is the time.

When the distance between the two is reduced to just one jump, they can exchange swords.

Li Zijin accelerated suddenly.

Jiang Xiang came first.

Both of them jumped into the air, and Jiang Xiang's figure reached that "point" before Li Zijin.

Li Zijin was a little late.

But it did not affect the swords in the hands of the two, and they collided together steadily.

Swap a sword.

It was a striking sword.

The Cuiqu Sword and the Summer Sword collided violently in mid-air, the sword bodies rubbed against each other, rubbing countless sparks, and the sword light flickered on the sword platform.

The two swords continued to slide down from the hilt, passing through the blade to the tip of the sword, and finally when the tips of the two ancient swords intertwined, collided and entangled, and then separated.

The two of them turned around in the air at the same time, slapping each other in the chest.

So Li Zijin's left palm and Jiang Xiang's left palm also collided together, bursting out with terrifying power, and the two almost flew upside down together.

Swap a sword, swap a palm.

After that, Li Zijin and Jiang Xiang each fell to the position where the other party jumped just now, and the score was exactly the same, and they landed accurately.

Yuan Tiancheng's eyes widened.

Qi Changsheng couldn't take his eyes off it, Ding Yu held his breath and concentrated, carefully experienced the style of that sword, and realized the true meaning of the sword contained in it.

Mingye no longer relied on the willow tree, but suddenly stood up straight, his eyes full of anticipation, looking forward to the next battle between the two.

Yun Meng concluded one thing.

Sure enough, it was him.

Li Zijin began to squint, and there was only one feeling in his heart at the moment.

It's so strong.

That Jiang Xiang hid his strength, and the young man had known it for a long time, but he didn't expect that the other party would hide his strength so deeply.

And even the idea of making a sword is not much different from his own, it is like being printed out of a mold.

Li Zijin was a little excited, isn't this what he dreamed of, the opportunity to break through the realm?

Although it is on the sword platform, it is not a battle of life and death.

However, being evenly matched and asking for a sword can also allow a sword cultivator to stimulate his own potential and break his own bottleneck.

At this moment, Li Zijin suddenly wanted to confirm one thing.

He pulled a sword flower, so that the tip of Cuiqu's sword was facing him, and then casually tore a part of the shirt on his shoulder.

"What is he going to do?"

"I don't know, why do you want to tear your clothes?"

The Qi Refiners present began to have doubts from others.

Not only them, but even Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain master of Sleepless Mountain, was confused at the moment, not knowing what that young swordsman in green shirt wanted to do.

The girl in black glanced at the sword platform and muttered, "What does this color embryo want to do?"

Yun Meng smiled dumbly.

On the sword platform, the young man who had already cut off part of the clothes on his shoulders and pinched them in his hands looked at Jiang Xiang in a brown robe not far away with a smile.

Li Zijin raised his left hand high and raised the strip of cloth in his hand towards Jiang Xiang.

It's like having a soul in your heart.

Jiang Xiang, who claimed to be a disciple of the farmer's outer sect, also smiled, pulled a sword flower, and cut off the clothes on his shoulders.

The actions of the two made everyone present stunned.

What's the matter, you still have to cut your robe and break your righteousness?

Right in the next moment.

The girl in black was surprised tomorrow night: "He wants to ······"

Yun Meng was under the waterfall, reclining on a white jade bed, supporting half of his cheek with his hand, graceful, and looking at the sword platform with a smile, "Interesting." ”

Dressed in a green shirt, cut off part of the clothes on his shoulders and blindfolded.

Wearing a tea robe, the same is true, covering his eyes with strips of cloth in his hands.

Someone was shocked: "They... They were going to ask for a sword blindfolded. ”

Li Zijin's strips of cloth were tied to death, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

Jiang Xiang also shook his head slightly, and the light outside couldn't shine in at all.

And the expressions of the two are extremely similar, the same smile.

It's not a confident smile that wins.

It's a chess opponent, knowing that the next step will be hearty, a kind of happy laughter.

A green shirt and a tea robe, and at the same time exert force under your feet.

Towards the front of the fingers that you can't reach, keep sprinting.

They can't see anything, but it doesn't affect their speed.

Because two swordsmen have the same destination, the top of the sword.

It seems that Li Zijin, who has no words, and Jiang Xiang, who is speechless at the moment.

At the same time, he handed a sword to the other party.

The sword seemed to say:

We'll see you higher.

See you on the top of the mountain.