"As you think, as you wish. The silver-clothed man raised the long sword in his hand, pointed obliquely at the Holy Emperor on the city tower, and said lazily: "Your head is mine." Do you cut it yourself, or do you bother me to cut it myself?"

"Bold! You dare to talk to Your Majesty like this, are you impatient?" The red-robed old man behind the Holy Emperor had his hair all open, and he shouted angrily.

Ximen Chong didn't even bother to look at the red-robed old man, but his gaze shifted to the gray-robed man beside him.

"You use the sword?" Ximen Chong's half-narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and two lightning bolts locked the gray-robed man.

"I make the sword. The gray-robed man was still as silent as a piece of ice.

"Whoever wields the sword, either kills me or dies by my sword. Ximen Chong said solemnly: "Do you dare to fight with me?"

"Why don't you dare?" the gray-robed man stepped down the city tower so casually, a height of more than ten zhang, and he seemed to be walking on the flat ground so naturally. However, this seemingly ordinary step seemed to break through time and space, and the figure of the gray-robed man appeared abruptly on the high platform.

Ximen Chong's eyes froze, and he instinctively felt that the seemingly ordinary gray-robed man in front of him was more powerful than all the kendo powerhouses he had met before!

"Report your name!" Simon said coldly.

"Is it necessary?" the gray-robed man said lightly: "You make the sword, I also use the sword, we both have reasons to fight each other, and that's enough." ”

"Do you know why I killed so many people who wield swords?" Ximen Chong sneered, "Because the sword is the whole world to me. And those idiots don't deserve a sword. They don't understand the sword, so they don't have faith in their hearts. They don't respect the sword, so they don't deserve it. ”

"In my eyes, a sword is a sword. It is only one of all things in the world, and it is not nobler than the axe of the neighbor who chops wood, nor is it necessarily inferior to the crown on the king's head. The upper is attached to the Tao, and the lower is attached to things. The sword is the carrier of the Dao, so why offer it to the altar?" the gray-robed man still had that tepid and calm expression.

"It seems that you don't understand swords, either. Ximen Chong's face became more and more cold, and said: "Those who don't understand the sword and use the sword should all die!"

"I am only sincere in the Tao, not in the sword. The gray-robed man said lightly: "Whether you should die or not, it's not up to you to decide." ”

Ximen Chong stopped talking, he slowly pulled the long sword out of its sheath, and his movements were gentle as if he was caressing the skin of his first love.

Song Li could understand that the two people on the high platform seemed to be talking some inconsequential nonsense, but in fact, the two of them had already had a sharp confrontation at the spiritual level. As for who wins and who loses, it is not clear for the time being. It sounds like the realm of the gray-robed man is a step higher than Ximen Chong, but it's hard to say when he really starts to do it.

Things in this world are easier said than done.

The long sword in Ximen Chong's hand, after it was unsheathed, even everyone who was far away on the city tower could feel a chill on their faces.

The body of this sword is long and narrow, and the surface is covered with a layer of mercury-like flowing light, and on the side of the sword body, there is a faint trace of red, and under the background of the flowing light, the trace is like blood in the blood vessels, flowing back and forth!

This sword is beautiful, that poignant and cruel beauty!

"Blood Moon. Song Xinghai muttered, "The name of this sword is Blood Moon. It is one of the top ten famous swords in the Nebula Continent. I've heard it before, but this time I finally saw her true face. ”

"Blood Moon. Song Li praised: "Good sword! Good name!"

Ximen Chong flicked his finger on the body of the sword, and said solemnly: "Old man, you haven't been unsheathed for a long time." In this world, there are very few people who are worthy of my sword, and today I finally met one. ”

Blood Moon let out a clear chant as if in response to his words.

"To be able to fight with the world-famous 'Silver Sword Saint', I have no regrets in this life. The gray-robed man drew his long sword in an orderly manner, and the blade of the sword was the same as his own, and the gray flutter was not shiny, and compared to the radiant blood moon, his sword was no different from broken copper and iron.

However, Ximen Chong did not have the slightest hint of underestimation. His expression was very solemn.

"So, let's get started. After saying that, this gray-robed man, who was not amazing, suddenly took a step forward, and in just such a step, he was originally like a shadow silently, and suddenly changed! His whole body suddenly exuded an incomparable cold aura! That is I don't know how much bloody murderous aura has gathered!

Song Li's mental sensitivity was the keenest, and when he stood far away, he suddenly felt a tingling pain, and the murderous aura of the other party was so strong that Song Li even felt a little afraid to look at him!

There is no doubt that this gray-robed man who is not amazing is also a demon star who has killed countless people!

"You are indeed very strong, unexpectedly strong!" Ximen Chong sighed softly, and the air flow around him suddenly surged, and then the true qi burst out, and the light flowing like mercury around the sword body suddenly transformed into a sword light like substance, swallowing and flowing uncertainly. This sword light is not an illusory light, it seems to have condensed into a solid in the air, and wherever the sword goes, it is the same as the lethality of the sword blade.

This is the legendary indestructible Jiangang.

The dazzling gaze seemed to shock the eyes of everyone in the audience.

After a long period of silence, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Jian Gang! The real Jian Gang!

Under the shroud of Jian Gang, Ximen Chong's body was filled with a mysterious and powerful aura.

The gray-robed man's original face couldn't help but show a hint of shock, it seemed that he still underestimated the strength of this "silver-clothed sword saint".

Ximen Chong and his "Blood Moon", the gray-robed man naturally knew about it for a long time, but even if he encountered it in the past, he didn't think that he would lose to the other party.

But...... Unexpectedly, Ximen Chong had already cultivated Jian Gang.

The gray-robed man's heart had already sunk, because only a swordsman at the peak of the Holy Rank could cultivate Jian Gang, although he was also a Holy Rank, he had not yet reached the realm of the peak of the Holy Rank, so he couldn't do it.

looked at the blood moon in Ximen Chong's hand, and looked at the sword gang around his sword body......

The legendary Jian Gang, the sword gang that he couldn't refine all his life's efforts.

The gloom on the gray-robed man's face was swept away, and a hint of yearning suddenly appeared in his eyes, a gaze that was almost reverent.

"Your Majesty!" The swordsmanship powerhouse suddenly turned around and glanced deeply at the Holy Emperor on the city tower, his voice was not indifferent, but full of gentleness: "How long have I been by your side since you ascended the throne?"

“...... It's been twelve years. The Holy Emperor suddenly saw something in the gray-robed man's eyes that worried him, and he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Mu, you ......"

"Your Majesty, how many years have we known each other?" A hint of a smile appeared on the gray-robed man's gray face.

“...... Forty-six years!" The Holy Emperor suddenly understood something, and his trembling body suddenly straightened: "Forty-six years!"

"Yes, it's been forty-six years......" The gray-robed man looked up at the sky, as if to say to himself, "Back then, when we were both young, we met in the palace. Your Majesty, as always, is still the calm and introverted prince, my good friend, for your sake, I am willing to stay by your side to protect you and accompany you through the past twelve years. ”

"Mr. Mu, you ......"

"No, Your Majesty, you are the one who knows me best in the world. The gray-robed man said in a low voice: "When I was young, I said that my biggest goal in this life is to be able to advance to the 'Sword Dao Holy Rank' one day and cultivate the sword gang that a kendo powerhouse dreams of! But the heavens have mercy on me, at least let me see a true peak of the Holy Rank with my own eyes, and I can also confront this kendo powerhouse who has cultivated the sword gang. ”

Speaking of this, the gray-robed man suddenly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head deeply: "Your Majesty, in my life, I have been lucky to be your companion, but from today onwards, I will no longer be able to continue to accompany you!"

After speaking, the gray-robed man stood up, turned away and no longer looked at the Holy Emperor, and the sword powerhouse said loudly with a proud attitude:

"Lord Swordmaster. The gray-robed man's voice was very serious, and he nodded to Ximen Chong: "Thank you for fulfilling my life's wish." I've been looking forward to this battle for a lifetime. ”

This gray-robed man burst out with all his true qi, and there was also light around the gray sword body, but compared with the solidified "sword gang", it was a lot worse.

However, despite the obvious weakness, the strong man still raised his sword and looked calm: "Shoot." In the name and dignity of a swordsman, I ask you, to do your best. ”

Ximen Chong's face also became serious, his face did not show any contempt because of the difference in strength between the two sides, his eyes were full of respect, looking at the opponent in front of him, he took a deep breath: "As you said." As you wish!"

A solidified sword light collided with the uncertain sword light fiercely, and the brilliant brilliance of the impact was reflected against the colorful light of the Imperial City Guardian Array, as if the soul of the powerful people from generation to generation had been passed down for thousands of years......

The two supreme swordsmen fought, and under the violent collision, the earth shook and moved, and even the towering palace walls seemed to shake......

The first time the two of them collided, the gray-robed man was already injured, and blood spurted out of his throat, but he was forced to swallow it by himself. （http：／／.）。 Ximen Chong's Blood Moon is worthy of being the top divine weapon in the continent, after the first blow, the gray-robed man's long sword has a small gap, but this is not the most terrifying, the terrible thing is that the cold qi on the blood moon almost unhindered the gray-robed man's true qi, and spread all the way to his body along his long sword. The gray-robed man retreated again and again, and it took a few times for his True Qi to resist, and only then did he barely dispel the cold qi that almost froze his blood.

The cold air like the cold moon is everywhere and indestructible.

Is this the strength of the peak of the Holy Rank? The gray-robed man felt a trace of humiliation in his heart, and he obviously felt that the other party had not shown his true strength.

This humiliation rolled in the hearts of the gray-robed people, and he yelled: "Take out all your strength!"

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