Chapter 235: The Battle at the Top of the Forbidden City (Part I)

"Buzz!"

A melodious sword roar rang out.

Yan Wenxuan raised the wooden sword in his hand, he pointed at Emperor Qin, and asked in a low voice, "Where is your sword?"

The fierce momentum is gaining momentum, and once he really makes a move, it will definitely become an earth-shattering move.

Emperor Qin glanced at Yan Wenxuan deeply, and had to admit that this junior brother's strength was indeed very strong, even if he was far inferior at this age.

"I am the Emperor of the Sword, and my sword is in my heart!!"

The wind fluttered in the swords of Emperor Qin and Yan Wenxuan, both of whom were equally cold and equally terrifying.

Their eyes intertwined, and invisibly burst into brilliant sparks that could burn the entire palace.

"Be careful!!"

As soon as the words fell, a strong aura surged out of Yan Wenxuan's body, and he was like a sharp sword at the moment, as if he could easily cut through everything in front of him.

"It's you who should be careful!!"

Emperor Qin suddenly rolled up a cold wind around him, as if winter was coming, staining the surrounding ground and trees with a faint layer of white frost.

The cold wind howled, and hundreds of peach blossoms danced and floated in mid-air.

The bright moonlight poured down from the sky and fell on the earth.

Emperor Qin raised his hand and shook it out of thin air, and the moonlight poured down from his fingertips, but he still maintained this movement, as if he was holding an invisible long sword.

The peach blossoms danced in mid-air, and the shallow hoarfrost floated at the same time, and there seemed to be a special attraction between the two, and finally they came together and turned into snow-white peach blossoms.

"Buzz!!"

With a soft sound, the peach blossoms floating in the air finally wrapped around Emperor Qin's hand, constantly rotating around the moonlight in his hand.

When Yan Wenxuan set his eyes on his opponent again, he smiled, laughing heartlessly.

Countless peach blossoms swirled around the moonlight, and from his angle, it looked as if Emperor Qin was holding a sword in his hand.

This sword is made of white frost as the hilt, carried by moonlight, and made of peach blossom as the sword body, which is a very peculiar sword weapon.

Hoarfrost, moonshine, peach blossoms.

These three are all weak existences, but in the hands of Emperor Qin, they can stab out the power of splitting mountains and breaking mountains.

Emperor Qin's harem is 3,000, but it is not people who live in his harem, but countless world-famous swords.

The famous swords in this world are basically lying in Emperor Qin's bedroom, and he will go to different dormitories every night by turning over the cards, but this night is not sleeping, but practicing swords.

He obviously has too many famous swords in his collection, and even regards those swords as more important than money and power, as long as Emperor Qin is willing, he can summon a peerless famous sword at any time.

But this man just held a ridiculous sword, even with Yan Wenxuan's temperament, he couldn't accept it for a while.

For him...... It's a humiliation......

He looked at the sword weapon in Emperor Qin's hand, his mood became more and more complicated, and his face became more and more gloomy.

This is not Emperor Qin's sword, that is to say, the other party did not put himself in his eyes, although this is an unchangeable fact, but he is still very unhappy in his heart, an invisible anger is rising, and it may turn into a monstrous flame at any time.

The sword that Emperor Qin really used should be the same as himself, it was a peach blossom sword.

Yan Wenxuan couldn't help but look at the long sword he held in his hand, and after looking at the sword, his expression was like spring blowing and the ice and snow melting, and he actually showed a faint smile.

His anger also dissipated, turning into countless inspirations, and in an instant, dozens of exquisite sword moves with different moves poured out of his mind.

Poets need inspiration when they write poems and lyrics, and when they feel it in their hearts, they can easily make masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages.

And Yan Wenxuan's chest was now full of inspiration, and he now had the illusion that he could stab the world with a random move.

Daozun has made a rule, but all his disciples must use the peach blossom sword, and they must not let the sword in their hands be damaged in the slightest way throughout their lives, otherwise they will be expelled from the sect.

The Peach Blossom Sword came from a small peach tree in the mountain behind the Killing Taoist Temple, and that tree had lived for more than three hundred years, and it was just an ordinary tree.

But this tree has a very high status in the Taoist Temple, and Dao Zun even said that even if the Killing Taoist Temple is destroyed, the peach tree must not be destroyed.

Emperor Qin also has the same peach blossom sword, when he holds the wooden sword, it is equivalent to holding the rivers and lakes and holding the whole world.

The swordsman lifts his sword into the rivers and lakes, is happy to enmity and hatred, and expresses his chest directly, how happy is it?

A powerful swordsman is destined to possess countless peerless swords, but a swordsman who has truly reached the top can only use one sword.

Yan Wenxuan didn't understand it before, but now he realized that when he saw the sword in his hand, all the angry emotions turned into nutrients.

He trusted the sword in his hand, and firmly believed that as long as they were together, there would be no place in the sky and on the earth that they couldn't go, even if it was the Longtan Tiger's Den, they would be killed by them.

Yan Wenxuan looked at the man wearing a Taoist robe in front of him with a disappointed face, he only felt a pity, and sighed that he couldn't see the most powerful appearance of the other party.

Others never know how lonely a swordsman will feel when he can't see the strongest strength of his opponent.

For them, defeat is not terrible, death is not terrible, and what the swordsman is really afraid of is that he cannot have a hearty decisive battle.

Although Emperor Qin has many swords, his strongest state is only when he holds the Peach Blossom Sword.

Yan Wenxuan longs for his opponent to leave everything behind and use his true skills to engage in a real battle.

His end was already doomed, and after this battle, he would die.

Since he was destined to die, he only wanted to see Emperor Qin's true skills.

In an instant, the moonlight seemed to be even stronger.

Yan Wenxuan's gaze slowly raised, and his frowning brows also relaxed.

He raised his right foot, his body swept out like a rainbow, and the wooden sword in his hand drew a brilliant arc in the moonlight.

"Sonorous!"

Emperor Qin held the peach blossom and held the sword formed by the moonlight, blocking all the sword light of Yan Wenxuan in an instant.

An invisible sword, a peachwood sword, these two swords collided hundreds of times in an instant.

The snow-colored peach blossoms shattered inch by inch, turning into countless residues and spilling onto the ground.

Yan Wenxuan stepped into the peach blossom rain one after another, and his eyes were as cold as ice and snow.

His clothes were fluttering, and the long sword in his hand was like a torrent, carrying an astonishing momentum to sweep through Emperor Qin, as if even the towering mountains would be leveled by him, and even the vast and boundless sea would be cut dry by him.

Whether it is the tricks used by Yan Wenxuan or the sword moves used by Emperor Qin, there are some similarities.

The same ethereal, the same not to stir up dust, it is simply not like the sword that should appear in the world.

If the people of the Killing Daoist Temple appear here, they will definitely recognize their tricks, this is a unique martial art created by Daozun, called Xiaoyao Hongchen, which only people in the Daozun lineage will.

Xiaoyao Hongchen is a unique Daozun mastery, with a total of nine types of moves, but any tricks and martial arts in the world can be transformed into these nine sword moves by themselves.

This martial art can be truly done, inexhaustible in learning, and inexhaustible.

After everyone learns, they will form their own tricks according to their own characteristics.

This martial art can even make it easy to imitate the opponent's moves in battle, and the power and sophistication are higher than the enemy's.

In the hands of Dao Zun, this kind of trick can not only absorb the opponent's mastery, but also imitate the opponent's artistic conception.

Yan Wenxuan's figure shuttled among the peach blossoms, and although the long sword in his hand had a sense of superiority, it was a little incongruous in the eyes of Emperor Qin, as if there was an invisible silk thread that pulled him, making him unable to use it to his heart's content.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

Emperor Qin glanced at Yan Wenxuan coldly, he swung a sword, and with just one move, the opponent was defeated and retreated.

He looked at Yan Wenxuan's embarrassed appearance, anger swelled in his heart, and he shouted in a low voice: "You are cowardly, even the sword in your hand, did you learn this in the mountains?"

Although it is the same trick, but the two people are very different, Emperor Qin's swordsmanship has an indescribable domineering, as if the supreme emperor stands on the high mountain, looking at everything under his feet with cold eyes.

Yan Wenxuan's sword is like a lake on a snowy mountain, he could have been stronger, but there is a trace of stagnation in his moves, and there are flaws that should not exist.

His face was still calm, and he didn't change because of Emperor Qin's questioning.

The lion fights the rabbit and also gives it all out.

However, Emperor Qin and Yan Wenxuan both had room to spare, and both of them now only used the tricks of Daozun's disciples to compete, and neither of them used the artistic conception they mastered.

Although Yan Wenxuan didn't want to admit that although his swordsmanship was superb, to the realm of unbelievable others, in fact, Emperor Qin's sword moves were even better than him.

Coupled with the shortcomings of his swordsmanship, Yan Wenxuan was like a lonely boat fluttering in the wind and rain at this time, sailing alone in the angry sea, and with just a small wave, he could easily defeat him.

Perhaps because he had not been able to defeat Yan Wenxuan for a long time, Emperor Qin's swordsmanship changed again, and his moves became magnificent, and every sword shot was like a roar of thousands of horses.

"Bell! bell!"

Yan Wenxuan and Emperor Qin were at war, and every time Emperor Qin made a move, Yan Wenxuan had to take a step back.

At this moment, they had already fought from under the peach blossom tree to the Jinluan Palace.

At this time, this splendid hall was paved with sword marks, and the decorations of the carved railings and jade were also broken.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

A few bright sparks appeared in the dark night sky, and Yan Wenxuan quietly took out his sword, although Emperor Qin's every move could make him take a step back, although every sword of the other party had terrifying strength, as if he could easily tear his body, but he still meticulously took out his sword and swung his sword.

Neither of them used other means, but relied on the martial arts taught by Dao Zun to engage in a duel between tricks.

Although the two of them knew that if there was no change, after one hundred and thirty-seven changes, the sword in Emperor Qin's hand would pierce Yan Wenxuan's throat.

Can a sword made of peach blossom and moonlight take a person's life?

In the hands of Emperor Qin, even if it was just a weed on the ground, it could be worth 100,000 soldiers and horses who were brave and good at fighting.

Under the moonlight.

Yan Wenxuan was panting, his breath was sluggish, and a lot of sweat was oozing from his forehead.

Emperor Qin's face was as usual, and he didn't seem to be under any pressure at all.