For the matter of Chu Madness, Gu Chuanxia put it aside for the time being, but at this moment he wants to watch a battle of famous swords. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Magic Knife Ding Peng fought against Heavenly Sword Song Que.

Under the bright moon, above the sea, two figures stand against the moon, the same pride and loneliness.

One of them is handsome and flawless, heavy and bright, radiant and flying, quiet and melancholy, it is the Heavenly Sword Song Que. There was another man whose face was very delicate, and did not seem to be as dazzling as the former. But when he laughs, that childlike purity will always make you feel good about him.

The identities of the two people are very different, Song Que is the master of the gate valve and holds a lot of power. And Ding Peng was originally just an ordinary dart master, mixed at the bottom of the rivers and lakes.

But there is a difference between people, but there is no difference between knives.

They have also reached the point where there is no knife in their hands and no knife in their hearts, I am not a knife, and the knife is the way of the knife that I use.

For such a realm, Song Que once said: "Heaven has heavenly principles, and things have material properties." The law does not exist, but when you can control the law, it is like the cook of the cow, the cow is not there, but he has advanced to the realm of the incomplete. After getting the cow, forget the cow, and forget the law after getting the law. Therefore, the heaviest knife is to use a knife. But if it is intentional, it will only be traced, and if it is unintentional, it will be lost. The most important thing is whether it is intentional or not. ”

At this moment, two supreme swordsmen, swordsmen with comparable swordsmanship, collided together, and everyone was looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks they would collide with.

Ding Peng pulled out his scimitar, this knife was not Xiao Lou's overnight listening to the spring rain, because he had long forgotten the magic knife, and what he was holding in his hand at the moment was his own magic knife.

And Song Que didn't make a knife, because for him, the will of heaven is like a knife, the will of heaven is my will, and my will is the intention of the knife. As long as people are there, knives are everywhere.

Song Que raised his palm, but he swung it down, this knife seemed to be attacking but also seemed to be defending, like retreating but as if he was about to rush forward, it was really incomprehensible, just like the wanton and changing providence.

And Ding Peng is much simpler, the scimitar in his hand carries a magical trajectory, every bit of strength is unusually accurate without a trace of arc, without the slightest deviation, let alone the slightest hesitation, without looking at Song Que's swing of the knife, directly towards Song Que.

The two have very different styles of moves, and this feeling is like two completely unrelated people, each walking on their own path, and then suddenly pulling out a knife and slashing, but a mistake is like two spaces that were originally parallel and not connected, and they collided in an instant.

Bite!

There was a clear roar, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The blade misses against the blade.

The two of them waved the edge in their hands willfully and stubbornly in this posture like chickens and ducks, and they didn't know how many times they had fought each other.

Every time we fight, the bright moon in the sky is a little dim, and the waves on the sea are a little wider.

It wasn't until later that the rolling waves almost took over the bright moon above the nine heavens, and the brilliance of the bright moon was all in the hands of the two of them, turning into the light in their hands.

In a hand-to-hand conflict, Ding Peng seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage, and Song Que launched an attack, like a violent storm without stopping, without giving Ding Peng any respite.

And Ding Peng's figure was like turning into a feather, the hurricane brought up by the unbearable heavenly knife was scraped and thrown away, avoiding the blade by a fraction of a millimeter, and the scimitar in his hand was slashing wantonly, also constantly forcing Song Que, so that he still had to occasionally interrupt the offensive and defend in the attack of the tyrant.

The difference between a continuous offensive and the occasional disconnected attack is only a few knives, but the effect achieved is very different. Under the pressure of Song Que, Ding Peng suddenly let out a long roar, suddenly froze in the air, and slashed down with a scimitar in his hand.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes changed slightly on the viewing platform, and although Fu Hongxue's eyes did not change, he tightened the black knife in his hand.

Li Xunhuan's expression changed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The trick used by Ding Peng was the Demon Sect's divine sword slash.

Divine Sword Slash is one of the highest martial arts of the Demon Sect, and it is the most magical and exquisite sword technique, although this sword technique can bring infinite power to people, it can also bring people ominous and calamity. This sword technique is not owned by the human world, and the variation and power of this sword technique are by no means something that any mortal can dream of. Although this knife seems to be unchanged, it contains the essence of all the changes in the knife technique. To some extent, it is quite similar to the one-yuan sword intent of the ancient legend.

And this trick could only be performed by cooperating with the magic knife Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight. And now Ding Peng has perfectly controlled this knife with his own ability.

In the face of the sudden arrival of this knife, Song Que's eyes were full of wonder, and he stared deeply at the heavenly knife condensed in his chest, as if he had settled into an old hatred, and seemed to turn a blind eye to Ding Peng's god-like knife.

If it was someone else, he was naturally stupid by Ding Peng's knife, and he had forgotten to fight back, and even forgot that he was still alive and not really dead. But at this moment, it is Song Que who is facing this knife, and he is by no means a person who will be scared stupid by a knife.

Song Que stood like that, his knife seemed to have been sheathed, because his whole body no longer had the slightest momentum, and the knife that had been transformed by the will of heaven had disappeared without a trace.

Did he throw in the towel?

No one would think so, but they would think...

The next moment, the light of day flashed.

It seems that between the sea and the sky, there is a ray of light, beyond the light of the sun and the moon, but gathers the essence of the two.

And this light is Song Quan's knife.

Everything can only be described in a quick word, it happened at a high speed that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and Gu Chuanxia could feel that when Song Que pulled out his knife from that glimmer of skylight, a void spread towards Ding Peng.

All the air currents and anger seemed to be sucked by Song Que's earth-shattering slash, and there was a terrifying smell of death and slaughter.

To deal with such a knife, there is still only one way to fight.

"Boom!"

Energetic and rolling.

The two of them retreated like an electric shock.

Whether it is Song Que or Ding Peng, they have already reached the point where they have all the tricks of their bodies and are perfect, and they lock the essence of their whole body without leaking. But at this moment, they were all sweating like rain, and their whole bodies were wet with sweat, as if every time they swung the knife before, it was not the knife in their hands that was waved, but all their spirits.

They can't even be distracted to say a word.

What's more, they no longer need words, and every docking of sword techniques is a collision between spirit and soul, which has long surpassed the confrontation of words.

Song lacked a maneuver, and the heavenly sword swept towards Ding Peng, who was coming back, unremarkably.

This knife is very slow, slow and unreasonable. This knife is very clumsy, although there is no change, but the ever-changing is in it, like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe is endless.

However, Ding Peng used a kaleidoscopic action, and finally summarized it into a knife, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly rose with a vague phantom.

Suddenly, the bright moon disappeared, and then when it reappeared, it conjured up an infinite sword light with a blood-colored light.

(Fatigue, drowsiness, and I don't know what's wrong.) Said good additions, it seems that it will not be done today, but it will be made up tomorrow! Please forgive me brothers and sisters!) (To be continued.) )