Xue Li's dark artistic conception can be combined with the sword momentum, but He Jiaming's golden artistic conception cannot, the sword momentum comprehended by both sides is the same, and they are all three.

But fortunately, although Xue Li's dark artistic conception is one percent, He Jiaming's golden artistic conception has already been three percent, and He Jiaming still has an advantage.

Swish!

Swish!

The shadows of the two disappeared in an instant, and they attacked each other one after another, and the battle between the swordsmen, if it was not life and death, would be exchanged with swordsmanship.

And Xue Li and He Jiaming are both people who do not admit defeat, and the two have never won or lost several times, which also makes them feel irritated in their hearts, this time, one of them must be able to win.

A buzzing and piercing sound sounded, and at the end of the golden long sword in He Jiaming's hand, the three-inch sword suddenly soared by ten inches, tearing the air, and with a slight pull of his wrist, a golden sword flower bloomed, detaching from the tip of the sword to Xue Li, and the edge of this golden flower was full of sharpness.

He Jiaming's hand showed extraordinary swordsmanship, which made Xue Li's eyes suddenly brighten, his right wrist trembled slightly, and the long sword stabbed out more than twenty swords in an instant, each sword was pierced at a different point of the golden sword flower, which immediately made the golden sword flower collapse into starlight and dissipate into the air.

Of course, Xue Li and the others did not use pure swordsmanship, and their sword momentum and artistic conception were displayed one after another.

Both saw excitement and excitement in each other's eyes, and both wanted to defeat each other with their swordsmanship.

In terms of swordsmanship, the two are not much different.

After defeating the golden sword flower, Xue Li slashed away with a sword, and a dark black sword light slashed diagonally across the sky, He Jiaming's pupils suddenly contracted like a needle, and he felt that everything in front of him had disappeared.

There was only a dark black straight sword light, which seemed to span the heavens and the earth and quickly magnified in front of him.

There is no way to avoid it, there is only a war!

He Jiaming's long sword struck back, and a sword slashed along the trajectory towards the dark black sword light, the expected collision did not appear, and the dark black sword light was cut by a sword.

He Jiaming raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he hurriedly danced the golden long sword, forming a golden sword curtain, which was impermeable.

Xue Li's eyes flashed with fine light, changing his swordsmanship, changing to a thorn, and the long sword turned into a dark black cold star, piercing into the golden sword curtain, and the impermeable sword curtain seemed to be a void.

He Jiaming's scalp was numb, and his eyes only saw a dark black golden sword curtain that pierced him, speeding towards his throat, and before the sword arrived, he already felt a trace of pain in his throat as if it had been pierced.

The sword is really powerful, in terms of swordsmanship alone, He Jiaming suffers very much, even if his artistic conception is three percent gold, without the assistance of sword skills, it is difficult to exert the maximum effect.

He Jiaming's heart sank, the golden long sword slammed, and countless sword curtains contracted, turning into a sword that was extremely powerful and stabbed at Xue Li.

If Xue Li still stabbed him with a sword, he would also be stabbed by He Jiaming's sword, and then it would be a lose-lose situation, which showed that He Jiaming was not only ruthless to the enemy, but also to himself.

Xue Li's shape flashed, and the sword he stabbed out changed to collapse, one

After the sword broke He Jiaming's long sword, it shook again, stabbing out at a faster speed, and the sound of breaking the air sounded.

Although his heart was full of unwillingness, He Jiaming already knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the other party in terms of swordsmanship alone, and the sword power was too terrifying, so he took out all his strength.

"Against swordsmanship, He Jiaming actually lost?"

"Both of them have the same swordsmanship attainments, and the only advantage is Xue Li's sword potential. ”

"Since He Jiaming wants to avoid its edge and fight with all his might, it is estimated that Xue Li will be difficult to stop. ”

"That's not necessarily ......"

Everyone was talking, and the two on the balcony had already fought again.

In an instant, He Jiaming's momentum changed, the terrifying sword qi erupted from his body, the strength of the sword qi increased to the maximum, the speed of the swinging golden long sword surged, and the sword stabbed at Xue Li first.

This sword is extremely powerful, faster than lightning, if Xue Li insists on continuing to attack, he is afraid that he will be stabbed by his sword before he is stabbed, and he will die.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Xue Li showed extraordinary adaptability, the sword spirit pattern was cast, and a sword whirlwind came into contact with He Jiaming's long sword, and suddenly the sword stabbed by He Jiaming was deflected and passed by Xue Li's ears.

The terrifying edge severed a few strands of hair, and the whistling sound poured into the ear like a sword, making the eardrum feel as if it had been punctured.

"Hey, it's so strong!"

Many people in the audience secretly took a breath of cool air, if He Jiaming's sword was Xue Li's slow reaction, it was estimated that it would directly pierce his throat, and he was worthy of being the first swordsman of the Moon Wheel Sect, and the sword was killed.

On the balcony.

Xue Li's face was full of solemnity, the black long sword was tightly held in his hand, the sword momentum erupted from his body, the sword spirit pattern was exerted with all his strength, and he went down, a sword slashed out, and a pitch-black sword light instantly rushed towards He Jiaming, and where the sword light passed, the air was cut one after another.

And He Jiaming did not hesitate, his soul patterns were the same as Xue Li's, they were all sword spirit patterns, which could greatly enhance the power of sword skills and communicate with the sword in his hand.

The long black hair flew, and the golden long sword in his hand stabbed out violently, which was full of golden light, which was the artistic conception of gold and the sword momentum, and the two did not back down, and killed each other one after another.

Rumble......

Sonorous......

The two swords crossed, and the shadows of the two instantly touched each other, and a muffled sound came, and they were instantly bounced out.

"This guy's strength has really become a lot stronger~"

Xue Li's heart was heavy, his face was full of solemnity, he didn't dare to be careless, he held the black long sword with both hands, and slashed out violently from top to bottom, a black residual blood suddenly appeared, and the incomparably terrifying black sword wave spread along the way.

The sword momentum completely exploded, and the power of this residual blood made many people feel cold.

Although Xue Li lost in artistic conception, He Jiaming, who was a sword force, did not dare to underestimate it at all.

Why did Xue Li lose to Yun Sheng, because Yun Sheng's sword power was too powerful, even if an ordinary sword was blessed with a sword power, how terrifying it would become.

In the face of this black waning moon, He Jiaming's face did not change, the artistic conception of Jin and the sword momentum exploded, and the law was cast, and the whole looked as if it was one with the sword in his hand, and stabbed out homeopathically.

Rumble!

The golden long sword directly collided with the residual blood, and the powerful energy spread instantly, He Jiaming's shape was stunned, but he did not pause at all, and he shot straight out, stabbing Xue Li's throat.

"Humph!"

Xue Li snorted coldly, the cold light in his eyes flickered, the long sword trembled, and the black sword light came out again, slashing down one after another, in desperation, He Jiaming could only withdraw his sword and retreat, and the two sides fell into anxiety.

This is why the two have not been able to distinguish the winner for a long time, the cultivation is the same, the sword momentum is the same, although the artistic conception He Jiaming is slightly ahead, but Xue Li's sword momentum is not easy to mess with.

Vaguely, He Jiaming did occupy a little advantage, and he was able to suppress Xue Li, but it was not too obvious, the martial arts mastered by the two were close to the same, and there was not much difference in comprehension.

"Don't you say the two of them are going to be tied again?"

"Hehe, looking at this posture, it should be ** not far from ten. ”

"That's fine, and for me to see more of their swordsmanship and learn from them. ”

Everyone fell into discussion again, looking at the two people on the platform one by one, full of helplessness and excitement.

And in the direction of the Moon Wheel Sect, Gu Xiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a shallow smile, so charming, and muttered: "Senior brother, don't you plan to use your hole cards?"

In the phalanx of the Xingyue Sect, Wang Yufei trembled, and said speechlessly: "These two people don't have to kill each other to decide the winner?"

"How can it be so easy, both are looking for opportunities, consume each other, rashly use hole cards, maybe it will be a tie again. Yun Sheng rolled his eyes and said.

"But I think Ho Jiaming should win. Zhao Lei, who was recovering from his injuries not far away, opened his eyes and said suddenly.

"Yo, does this hurt?" Wang Yu squinted his eyes, he couldn't see his facial features at all, and his face was full of smiles.

"Humph!"

And Zhao Lei didn't talk nonsense to Wang Yu, snorted coldly, closed his eyes again to breathe to recover from his injury, but the slight twitching movement at the corner of his mouth seemed to be resisting the urge to hit someone.

"I'm not wrong, I also think He Jiaming can win. Yun Sheng said with a smile, looking at the two people on the platform.

On the platform, the two clashed again and again, the shadow was as fast as lightning, each sword was thrilling to watch, the scalp was numb, one pursued the ultimate lethality, the other pursued one blow to kill, two people got together, but it really made many people pinch a cold sweat.

Whew!

Sonorous!

With a bang, the shadows of the two were once again shocked by the impact, and their faces showed solemn expressions.

"Brother He, it is estimated that there will be a tie if it is consumed like this, otherwise, how about a sword to determine the victory?" Xue Li looked at He Jiaming and said heavily.

Both are more or less somewhat

Exhaustion, this is a great opportunity for both sides, it depends on who will relax in advance, the collision of artistic conception, the collision of sword momentum, and the collision of martial arts......

"Good!"

He Jiaming took a deep breath, and a mysterious aura suddenly climbed from above, and the same was true of Xue Li on the other side, everyone raised their hearts to their throats again, and their eyes stared at the two people on the platform without blinking, for fear of missing any detail.

The long sword in Xue Li's hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and the momentum climbed to the extreme, a sword from top to bottom, straight slashing, the spiritual power quickly gathered, the sword momentum exploded, and the sword spirit pattern blessed it, this was his strongest sword.

One action after another was only completed in an instant, and everyone just saw Xue Li slash out with a sword, and most of them didn't even see how to swing the sword clearly, and they saw a dark black waning moon more than ten meters long slashing through the sky.

A dense humming sound that was so subtle that it could not be heard sounded, and the incomparably bright dark black waning moon flew forward like cutting through the sky, forming a vacuum area where it passed, with pale black flame tails dragging it, like the tail of a meteor.

"What a strong sword skill!"

"At this level, it should have reached the ground level, right?"

"You can't be wrong, the power has definitely reached the ground-level sword technique. ”

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this sword, like iron filings that had been caught by a magnet, and they couldn't move away, as if even their minds were being sucked in.

Wugu describes the brilliance of this sword, and he can't describe the amazement of this sword in words, he only feels like a god slashing and destroying it.

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