Xiao Han.

Qinling.

Chen Gou.

On this day, the weather was clear and sunny, and it was a rare good weather.

Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju each came from afar with wine and climbed the highest mountain, as if they were going on a grand date.

But in fact, they are here to kill each other.

It's a little sad to think about it this way.

But the two of them were not upset, and sat down on a stone that had just melted into the snow, and they took out the wine they had brought.

"Twenty-eight-year-old daughter Hong, when Xiaotong was born, she was buried in the back garden of Chen Gongfu. Gu Yuean first mentioned the wine she brought and said.

"Sixteen years of osmanthus brewing, my imperial brother gave it to me when he first learned to make wine, I buried it in the ground, and I have always refused to drink it, and now is the time. Chen Xiaoju also took out his own wine.

"It's good wine. Gu Yuean couldn't help but sigh.

"It's all good wine. Chen Xiaoju also nodded.

The two exchanged each other's drinks at the same time and took a sip.

"If you die, I will protect your people, you can rest assured. Chen Xiaoju said suddenly.

"Actually, you don't have to, because if you die, I'm going to kill Chen, you know. Gu Yuean shook her head.

"No, it's different, you killed him, he deserved it. "Chen Xiaoju is not an unreasonable person, "Xiaotong, they don't deserve to die." ”

"Then I have to say thank you. ”

Thank you.

Thank you was the last word between them.

Because after that, it's time for the decisive battle.

The two men put down the wine in their hands, stood up to each other, and took out their weapons against each other.

"My knife, the name of the knife is the light of the broken moon, and it is forged from the meteorite iron outside the sky, the cold stone of the heavenly pool, supplemented by the heavenly machine stone, and it is a supernatural divine weapon. Gu Yue'an held the light of the broken moon in his hand high, and in the blazing sun, the transparent blade of the light of the broken moon reflected a dazzling brilliance.

"This sword ......" Chen Xiaoju also picked up the long sword in his hand, "It is the sword of the ancestors, taking the ancient dragon bone as the material, and it was made by the hands of the world's first master craftsman two hundred years ago. ”

Before the decisive battle, introduce each other's weapons, which is the oldest rule of the decisive battle.

After the introduction, the two bowed together.

Subsequently......

"Please !!"

"Please—"

Please.

Sword out.

Knife sounds.

The bright sunshine seemed to break for a moment.

But it's just a moment, maybe not even a moment, Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju have already passed by.

Then, the birdsong, the wind, and the water that originally echoed in the mountains and forests returned to the world again.

Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju are the strongest martial artists in the world, and their duel no longer needs any fancy means, but the simplest, sword come, sword go.

In an instant, the two of them have exchanged tens of millions of moves.

Of course, these tens of millions of tricks are all hidden in one move.

Because at their level, a sword and a sword have already contained countless changes, countless responses, and countless games.

One sword and one sword, it is already a thousand swords.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and you've improved again. Chen Xiaoju turned around, and a sideburn on his left side had already drifted away with the wind at this time.

"You too. Gu Yuean also turned around, and there was a faint trace of blood on his face.

That's the result of the first encounter.

It seems to be calm, but in fact, it has already been turbulent.

Even stormy seas.

This kind of sideburns, blood, sword, sword, and momentary confrontation, which didn't even make too much noise, is exactly where Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju are I don't know how many times stronger than the worldly masters.

Because they have learned the art of aquaculture.

Compared with the scene where swords and swords fly at every turn, only the most restrained power is the most powerful power.

Just as only a knife hidden in a sheath is the sharpest knife.

"Come again. Gu Yuean almost said this sentence with Chen Xiaoju.

So the sword moved again.

This time, they weren't so fast.

On the contrary, it is slow.

After the sword light and sword shadow flashed away at the beginning, the moment the two people clashed, they became extremely slow.

It's slow.

Very slow.

It's like two grandmothers dancing.

That kind of slowness is the slowness that can be seen by the naked eye, from the lifting of the knife and sword to the shot, every breath seems to be stagnant in the air, giving people the feeling that any person who has no power to restrain the power of the chicken can knock them down.

However, if someone really stands here, let alone go up and knock them down, even if you look at the time they fight for a breath, you may feel that you can't breathe, and finally faint directly.

Those with poor concentration and weaker skills are more likely to vomit blood directly.

Because, compared to fast, slow is the realm of the real master, which is the real momentum, strength, and spirit of the all-round confrontation.

In the entire realm where the two people are fighting, there is a concentration of terrifying forces that may directly turn a mountain into powder.

On the contrary, two people can lift weights as if nothing had happened.

It's like two grandmothers dancing.

After a long time, it was like the moon finally reaching the full moon from the new moon, and it was like the sun finally setting and rising in the west.

Gu Yuean's sword and Chen Xiaoju's sword finally clashed together.

In an instant, it seemed like a long time.

An extremely soft sound, as if a sword had not been touched at all, and it seemed to tremble in the heart, finally sounded.

Then, it was like the sound of the yellow bell and the sound of the wind blowing the lake, and it was like the full moon rising on the desolate land, and then there was a desolate song coming from afar.

In the sword of Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju, it seems to contain all the different voices in the world.

Then, finally, they separated again.

The two of them stood with their backs to each other, looking at the sun in the sky, the sweat was already dense all over their bodies, it was a kind of sweat like a heavy rain, Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju were completely glued to their clothes, and the whole person seemed to be exhausted.

"Good knives. ”

"Good sword. ”

After saying these two sentences, the two of them took three steps forward.

In these three steps, the fatigue of the two people dissipated little by little, and finally, in the third step, the two people returned to their peak state at the same time.

But at the same time, the high mountains under their feet were silently collapsing little by little, and scattered into mud.

It was a realm more terrifying than a sword breaking a mountain.

It's called, and it disappears silently.

And the decisive battle between Gu Yuean and Chen Xiaoju has just begun.