Before the voice fell, the gray-robed man held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pounced again, he didn't use any tricks like the wind blade that was differentiated by his true qi, he seemed to understand that for a strong man whose strength far exceeded his own, those fancy skills were completely useless, and only this kind of real method could force the other party to fight back!

The gray-robed man's body shot out like a ray of light under the shroud of true qi, but the man suddenly disappeared under everyone's eyelids in mid-air! 【Reading】{Debut}

Swish!

Almost without warning, the figure of the gray-robed man suddenly flashed around Ximen Chong's left, and the other party slashed down with a sword! All the cultivators present were shocked by the strange speed of this gray-robed man, and the gray-robed man suddenly disappeared and reappeared just now - this was clearly the illusion of "teleportation" caused by the strong man using his extreme speed to deceive everyone's naked eyes!

However, Ximen Chong seemed to have seen through everything a long time ago, he held the blood moon behind his back with one hand behind his back, and the other hand, as if he was just casually raising his sword, and with a sonorous sound, the blood moon sealed the sword momentum of the gray-robed man!

The gray-robed man was blocked by this force, and the whole person actually bounced out, he could no longer suppress the blood in his throat, he couldn't help but open his mouth in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out of his mouth, and the red blood stained his gray robe, and even the sword blade was stained with bright red blood beads!

"Come again!" the gray-robed man's eyes were resolute, he suddenly stared, and then his body disappeared into the air again.

As soon as the words fell, four gray-robed people suddenly appeared beside Ximen Chong at the same time! The four gray-robed people had their long swords in their hands, or they were chopping or slashing, stabbing or picking, and they almost hit Ximen Chong at the same time!

Song Li looked at it and shook his heart: This is the duel between the top and the strong!

The blow of the gray-robed man was his trick to press the bottom of the box. This style of "Phantom Clone Slash" is the most proud speed of the gray-robed man turned into an attack method, as a saint-rank swordsman, his strongest aspect is "speed"! He relied on his true qi to stimulate his speed, forcibly improved his body technique, and rushed over in one go......

It seemed that there were four gray-robed people, but in fact, he relied on his extreme speed to bypass Ximen Chong's body in an instant, and attacked quickly in a series of attacks. And under the naked eyes of ordinary people, the four figures on the ground are actually the afterimages left by the gray-robed man's speed.

"Huh...... Have you changed your tricks?" Ximen Chong shook his head: "It's useless. ”

This moment was an extremely strange moment! Especially in Song Li's eyes, his heart jumped suddenly, as if he had realized something in an instant.

The gray-robed man relied on his extreme speed to make a series of four attack movements, and the speed was so fast that it was probably the best in the continent. At such a speed, there was an extremely strange scene.

When Ximen Chong sighed, "Have you changed your tricks?" when the sentence was useless, time suddenly seemed to stand still in the place where he was...... This fast and slow suddenly distorted, Song Li suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, almost vomiting blood, only to feel that this kind of time and space distorted scene fell in his heart, extremely painful. His mental power was almost split in two!

Song Li didn't know that Ximen Chong used the strength of the Holy Rank to distort the rules of time and space in the space where he was located, and Song Li forcibly wanted to detect Ximen Chong's actions with his own spiritual power, and even the spiritual power tentacles that he stretched out were distorted in the space! This is the reason why he was bored and wanted to vomit.

The spatial rules created by the saint-rank swordsman are not allowed to be snooped on.

Seeing that the clone of the gray-robed man was so fast that people couldn't catch it with the naked eye, but when the sword blade fell to the ground, it seemed to fall into a long time and space, and it was obviously so fast, but it couldn't cut Ximen Chong's body......

Song Li was fascinated, but he didn't find that his face was getting paler and paler, and his spiritual power was becoming more and more consumed, his eyes suddenly darkened, he trembled violently, and almost fell down. The prince of Ming beside him heard his son's movement, turned around and saw Song Li's face terrifying, and grabbed him. Song Li opened his eyes, saw his father's strange expression, and knew that he was afraid that something was wrong, so he took a deep breath and suddenly sobered up a lot.

"Father, isn't it only a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage who can comprehend the rules of time and space? Could it be that the silver-clothed Sword Saint is already a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage?"

"There is a difference between the cultivation level of a swordsman and the level of a monk. Song Xinghai explained: "For a swordsman, reaching the holy rank has basically reached the extreme. Swordsmen at the peak of the Holy Rank can comprehend the rules of time and space, and in this sense, they are indeed no different from the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage. However, a cultivator in the infancy stage could easily kill a peak swordsman of the Holy Rank. ”

"Although the realm is the same in terms of rule comprehension, the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator is not comparable to that of a Saint-rank swordsman. After all, kendo is only a small part of the way of heaven, and if you comprehend the rules of kendo, you may not be able to get a glimpse of the way of heaven. To put it bluntly, under the same level, the strength of the monk is stronger than the strength of the swordsman!"

Song Li nodded, finally understanding. The Holy Rank Swordsman and the Yuan Infant Monk have comprehended the rules of time and space, but there is a difference in strength.

At this time, the decisive battle in the field has already been decided.

Ximen Chong finally moved.

The gray-robed man's long "Phantom Clone Slash" seemed to have fallen into a time-space whirlpool, which was clearly a slight distance, but it became as long as 10,000 years, and his attack fell into the rules of time and space created by Ximen Chong, and he could never reach it.

Unlike the gray-robed man's "fast", Ximen Chong's speed was almost "slow" to an incredible degree! The movements of this saint-rank swordsman were so slow that almost everyone in the audience could see it clearly!

Everyone clearly saw Ximen Chong "slowly" raise the blood moon and "slowly" stab the blade of the sword, the first sword stabbed the left arm of the first clone of the gray-robed man, the second sword stabbed the right arm of the second clone of the gray-robed man, the third sword stabbed the left leg of the third clone of the gray-robed man, and the fourth sword stabbed the right leg of the fourth clone of the gray-robed man......

Then, a flash of mercury-like light flashed, and the gray-robed man had already flown out!

When the gray-robed man fell to the ground, four clouds of blood mist suddenly burst out from his limbs. With a bang, the sword exploded, causing his limbs to be severely injured at the same time, and the sword in his hand had already fallen.

The gray-robed man was covered in blood and lay quietly on the ground. He was badly wounded, obviously seriously injured, but his face seemed to be very calm.

"It's a pity. Ximen Chong's expression was slightly regretful: "It's just a little bit close, you can touch the threshold of the peak of the Holy Order, just a little bit." ”

"I ...... Seems to understand. With a hint of a smile, the gray-robed mouth uttered the words with difficulty, and with peace and satisfaction in his eyes, he swallowed the last breath of his life.

There was a deathly silence in the audience!

The difference is thousands of miles, he is also a saint-level swordsman, and the realm of the gray-robed man is only a small step away from Ximen Chong! He has already interpreted "fast" to the extreme, and the next step should be to break through the shackles of time and space. Ximen Chong, on the other hand, has already understood the rules of how to "slow down".

This between fast and slow, it seems simple, but in fact, it is almost an unleaping chasm! A swordsman of the Holy Rank has almost stood at the peak of the swordsman, but in front of a strong man at the peak of the Holy Rank, he has no ability to resist and is easily defeated. Unable to deal even the slightest damage to enemies.

Ximen Chong looked at the gray-robed man who died peacefully, he slowly inserted the blood moon into the scabbard, walked up to the gray-robed man, and whispered, "I have fulfilled your wish, may you rest in peace." ”

No matter how perverse his temperament is, he also sincerely admires a monk who has been obsessed with kendo all his life, a swordsman who would rather die in order to get a glimpse of the supreme kendo.

He can despise an opponent who is inferior to him, but he must respect this swordsman's soul!

Then, the Saint-Rank Swordsman turned around and glanced at Prince Zhong: "Although I haven't been able to take off the Saint Emperor's head, I have already killed a Saint-Rank Swordsman for you, and I think I don't owe you anything." ”

After saying that, this saint-rank swordsman left with a smile, his body turned into a silver light in the air, and he didn't look at everyone in the field, and then disappeared without a trace.

It took a long time for everyone to recover from this thrilling sword fight. Although from the perspective of the scene, the one-on-one competition is not as bloody as the tragic hand-to-hand combat of the two armies in front, but for the strong who can see the way, such a competition is more technical and more valuable to observe.

The red-robed old man standing behind the Holy Emperor flew out like lightning, and inadvertently came to the high platform, picked up the body of the gray-robed man, swept back to the city tower, and placed him in front of His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor had a look of sadness on his face, and muttered, "Mr. Mu, why are you so ......" This old fellow who had been with him for decades actually fell like this. （http：／／.）。 The Holy Emperor felt his heart throb all the time.

"Carry it down, spread my will, and you must bury Mr. Mu. The Holy Emperor waved his hand, and a waiter behind him hurriedly came up and carried the gray-robed man's body down.

Prince Zhong said in a loud voice: "Second Emperor Brother, you didn't expect me to find a strong man like the Silver Sword Saint, right? If it weren't for Mr. Simon, ordinary people would really not be able to deal with this old friend of yours." ”

Ximen Chong is indeed a strong person, but this style of saying and leaving makes Prince Zhong quite a headache. At the beginning, I helped Ximen Chong a big favor by chance, and this favor has been kept, just to let him make a big contribution today. I thought that he could cut off the head of the Holy Emperor, but I didn't expect to kill only one of the guards beside the Holy Emperor and leave, his grandmother dropped, what kind of reward is this.

But the silver-clothed sword saint has an arrogant temperament, and Prince Zhong can't do anything about it.

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