The two figures, one black and one purple, each quietly suspended in the sea of clouds, facing each other.

The cultivators of their realm cultivation are still pure sword cultivators who are known for their huge killing power, and once they fight with all their strength, they don't say anything exaggerated, but the stretch of peaks and mountains below will inevitably be shattered. The two of them, who were close to the ordinary land immortal realm monks with their combat power, also flew up to the sea of clouds in the sky with a tacit understanding, and returned the mountains and rivers to a peaceful land.

Extremely far away from the two, Zhuo Yuming and the sword-wielding maid Dong Xue were both holding their breath, ready to watch this pinnacle battle that was difficult to surpass in the Tibetan realm.

Zhuo Yuming did not put away the Haotian Mirror, but hung the silver-shrouded ancient mirror in front of him. The primordial divine light was like a curtain of light, sprinkled in front of the two of them.

Regarding the fight between these two Returning Tibetan Realm Sword Cultivators, Zhuo Yuming was completely in accordance with the distance he kept when he watched the battle between Cheng Shuangshu and Xu Chu before. Who knows if the two of them will fight later, whether it will be inadvertently pierced by a natal flying sword, or be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Before the shot, the two did not have any polite greetings.

Both of them are so pure that they can no longer be pure sword cultivation, they just look at each other for two or three breaths, and after being slightly familiar with each other's qi, they will each make a move.

A streamer pierced the sky, and the ancient sword "Liuying" held in Dongxue's arms was pulled by the master's qi and turned into a long rainbow and flew away on its own.

Ning Ji held the ancient sword with an ancient shape and a slightly narrow sword body, and he could see at a glance that the ancient sword with a very high rank at the beginning of the forcible was made, and he did not immediately rush to make the first move, but waited for Jin Se on the opposite side to show his sword.

Jin Se, who was covered in a black robe, still had a cold face, and with a grip of his palm, a beam of black light emerged. It was a seven-inch-long flying sword.

Unlike most swordsmen's conventional configuration of cultivating a saber and a natal flying sword, Jin Se can be regarded as a maverick. Except for the natal flying sword that was pitch black, seven inches long, and had the same name as himself in the Yotsu Mountain, he didn't actually have a sword.

For Jin Se to come up and sacrifice the natal flying sword, Ning Ji's face also showed a look of surprise that was suppressed in a flash.

After all, everyone has their own habits, and so on.

Ning Ji took the lead in making a move, and he obviously did not underestimate this well-known but extremely honest sword cultivator. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to use the other party as his opponent in the last battle before he set foot in the Earth Wonderland.

In an instant, the picturesque scenery of clouds and clouds in the sky was no longer there, and the thick sea of clouds was torn apart in the vertical and horizontal sword qi.

Facing Ning Ji, who was known as the first day talent in Kyushu and had been approved by the Sword Saint himself, Jin Se naturally did not dare to be careless.

The moment the sword qi on Ning Ji's body rose, he pushed his own state to the extreme, and he was ready for every sword qi of Ning Ji.

High in the sky, two sword qi, one black and one gold, crisscrossed the sky. Ning Ji's golden sword is magnificent, and the Taoist rhyme is solemn and intimidating. Jin Se's pitch-black natal flying sword is extremely dexterous, and every sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns, and it is difficult to follow its traces. Obviously, compared to Ning Ji's method of breaking with force, Jin Se's sword path is more agile.

In an instant, the two exchanged swords. Because Jin Se controlled the natal flying sword, he had a slight upper hand over the ancient sword Liuying in Shang Ningji's hand.

Zhuo Yuming could see it clearly, the two were just testing each other before. From the first sword that the two fought to just now, the sword qi of each sword was more powerful than the previous sword, obviously testing the weight of the opponent's sword qi.

Ning Ji suddenly flew up, holding the hilt of the Liuying sword with both hands, and the golden sword light suddenly blazing, it was as brilliant as the sun in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

Seeing this, he knew that the temptation was over, and the other party's Jinse spiritual power, which had already planned to exert all his strength, urged the jet-black light on the flying sword hovering in front of him to be even deeper, and the flying sword that was originally pitch-black was like ink dye, and it shot away at Ning Ji.

Since the two fought each other, they finally began to move the real chapter.

The black and gold golden lights collided together and exploded. The sword qi swept wildly, and the clouds and mist in the entire high sky were steaming, revealing the blue sky.

The sword qi in the sky traveled vertically and horizontally, and in the whirlpool of the storm, a pitch-black streamer was as fast as a frightening flood, and it quickly turned around.

A purple satin figure suddenly appeared like an illusion, appearing behind Jinse. Ning Ji, who was a ghost, flashed from the distance where the two swords struck at some point, and a golden curtain of light was drawn in his hand, slashing towards the back of the golden head. Jin Se, who was facing away, didn't seem to notice it, didn't mean to turn around at all, and was still facing where Ning Ji had been.

Just when the sharp blade of the Liuying Ancient Sword was only three feet away from Jinse, a pitch-black streamer appeared in the sky in an instant, just blocking the path of the Liuying's split.

With a sharp sound of gold and iron clashes, Ning Ji quickly retracted his strength and retreated, dodging a sword light drawn by Jin Se with a wave of his hand.

The black flying sword suddenly trembled, and the seven-inch flying sword suddenly split into two, turning two into four, and in the blink of an eye, the flying sword Jinse suddenly differentiated into more than a hundred sword lights, and spread towards Ning Ji like a locust transiting.

Seeing the rain of swords falling from the sky, Ning Ji was also a little surprised by this strange swordsmanship. The golden light flowing in his hand was magnificent, spinning in Ning Ji's hand like a windmill.

The golden sword light spread out, forming a golden light curtain, blocking all the black sword light that was overwhelming.

More than a hundred sword lights came one after another, hitting the golden light curtain like a rain falling from the sky and falling to the water, rippling and sparkling.

The showers stopped, and the water was still.

The Jinse light curtain in front of Ning Ji was like a stable lake, and the surging sword light failed to break through the defense of the flowing fireflies, and all of them returned in vain.

However, Ning Ji's face was faintly strange.

Zhuo Yuming, who had urged the blue-eyed and white-pupiled to watch the battle from a distance, had keenly caught that an imperceptible slight crack had already appeared on the body of the Liuying Ancient Sword in Ning Ji's hand. Not to mention the ancient sword itself, which has a top-level heavenly grade in its own rank, even if it is blessed by Ning Ji's sword qi, it is still seriously damaged under that round of stormy sword light wheel, which shows how powerful Jin Se's swordsmanship is just now.

After more than a hundred sword lights retreated not far away, they began to surround the center one after another, as if thousands of doppelgangers had returned to their bodies, and more than a hundred black sword lights had reunited into one.

The pitch-black flying sword was bright and restrained, and there was no spiritual light exposed.

The natal flying sword with the same name as the sword slashed towards Ning Ji without any fireworks.

This slash is not half of the world, the momentum of breaking the mountain and destroying the mountain, it seems that it is just an ordinary person holding an ordinary iron sword to make a chopping shape. The sword momentum is not fast, and even in Zhuo Yuming's eyes, there is a sense of slowness. But with the blessing of the blue eyes and white pupils, Zhuo Yuming had a deep insight, and obviously found that even the space seemed to be a little distorted on the trajectory of the pitch-black flying sword.

What a sinister and domineering sword.