Chapter 59: The Void is Broken

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At this moment, everything in the world seems to have stopped, and even people's breathing has stopped at this moment.

On the top of the mountain, three people standing, three top swordsmen, they finally stopped. And the stop of footsteps means that a confrontation that is about to be avoided will also be ready to start? For this, Dugu Qiuqiu, Wu Ming, and Mo Qingchi all know it. The expressions of the three of them were very calm, and their hearts were also very peaceful.

At this moment, there is no life or death in their eyes, only swords.

Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren are two people who are fortunate enough to witness this scene, for them, it is simply too lucky to be able to witness this scene, he is glad that he came to Cangshan and met two people they have always wanted to see but have no way to see, and now they have finally met, and they have witnessed the most bizarre duel ever.

There are three people, who fights whom? This should be a very interesting and troublesome question, but this question is not troublesome in the eyes of Dugu Qiuyi, Wu Ming, and Mo Qingchi.

Dugu asked for defeat and spoke: "I only have one sword." ”

Wu Ming said: "One sword determines the victory." ”

Mo Qingchi smiled: "Although I have come up with two swords, it seems that I can only make one sword now." ”

No one knows who Dugu's sword is stabbing at, even if Dugu is seeking defeat at this moment, he doesn't know in his heart, Wu Ming is the same, as for Mo Qingchi, but the expressions of the three of them are still so calm and calm, there is not a trace of sorrow on their faces or in their hearts, maybe in their eyes, the problems that ordinary people should worry about are not a problem for them at all.

The three of them looked at each other and didn't say anything more, they should have finished talking for a while, and all they had to do was draw their swords.

-- No matter what kind of swordsman is, he can only draw his sword in his hand when he finally decides what he can decide or fate, and he can only pull out his hand, no matter what kind of swordsman he is, he will draw his sword when he has to do it in the end, and the moment he draws his sword is the true meaning of his existence.

Three swords, three men.

The sword was at the waist, unsheathed, but ready to be unsheathed.

At this moment, all the voices in the world have disappeared, everything in the world has disappeared in front of them, they only have the opponent and the sword on their body in their eyes, they don't know when they will draw the sword, now they can only know one thing: once the sword is drawn, it will definitely not be merciful.

The suffocating atmosphere, I don't know how long it took, a cold light flashed under the scorching sun, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be filled with cold, a sword cold light nineteen states, a sword out of the sheath, this unsheathed sword covered the brilliance of heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only this sword in the sky and on the ground, this sword was out of the sheath, and this sword was in Wu Ming's hand.

Wu Ming held the sword in his hand, he had already drawn the sword, and he pulled out the sword and swung it towards Mo Qingchi.

At this moment, Mo Qingchi couldn't help but draw his sword, if he didn't draw his sword, how could he dodge Wu Ming's fatal sword?

Therefore, there was a sword flash in the sky, this sword looked unremarkable, Mo Qingchi held my sword, this sword was pulled out with an extremely elegant technique, and then stabbed out very cleanly, but the person who wanted to stab this sword was not Wu Ming, but Dugu sought defeat.

At the same time, his people were also flying back.

Looking at this scene, Dugu smiled in defeat, and he also pulled out his sword, the Xuantie heavy sword, this sword he pointed at Wu Ming, and his body leaped backwards to maintain a distance from Mo Qingchi's sword.

Three people, three swords, it seems that it has become a cycle, all thinking only about the opponent in the cycle, as if they don't care about the sword behind them at all, they don't care about their life and death at all, they only seem to have the person who swings the sword to stab in their eyes, but is this really the case?

The three of them held three swords and were about to stab each other, but when the swords were about to pierce each other's backs, a very strange change suddenly occurred, and the three swords, which were supposed to be circulating, suddenly clashed like needles against wheat mangs.

Three peerless swordsmen, three amazing swords, clashed in this incredible situation.

Under the mountain, Yan Shisan, Qiu Fengwu, Wang Wanwu and others were anxiously waiting for the result of this battle, they had already seen Ximen Fuxue leave, leaving with Ye Gucheng's body, it was conceivable that this duel that shocked the rivers and lakes had begun.

No one asked Simon what the situation was on top of the blowing snow, and no one dared to ask, because Simon blowing the snow seemed to have a layer of ice on his body.

But now the only person who knows about going up the mountain is Simon blowing snow, if they don't ask, then they can only wait, they can only wait for the result down the mountain.

Yan Shisan was originally sitting, but suddenly he stood up, and the light in his eyes as black as ink was incomparable, as bright as stars. At the same time, Qiu Fengwu, the master of the Peacock Feather, Wang Wanwu, the master of the Overlord Spear, and Yang Zheng, the parting hook, all showed the same surprised look on their faces as Yan Shisan.

They heard a voice.

The sound of weapons clashing.

Yan Shisan knew the sword, so he believed that it was the sound of the sword colliding with the sword.

Except for Kai Mo Qingchi and the others, it is absolutely impossible for there to be any more idle people on the mountain, but how can this sound be explained? Could it be that this sound came from the top of the Cangshan Mountain? But the top of the Cangshan Mountain is thousands of meters away from the mountainside, how can the sound of swords colliding with swords be transmitted so far? ?

Yan Shisan, Qiu Fengwu, Yang Zheng, Wang Wanwu, and many people who were still waiting for the results of this decisive battle at the bottom of the mountain all thought of this question, and in their eyes there was only one impossible possibility-could it be that this sword really came from the top of the mountain?

But what kind of sword can make such a sharp and long sword sound?

At this moment, Yan Shisan, who was the closest to Mo Qingchi, Dugu and others, could hardly describe this strange thing in words, although his life-killing fifteen swords could no longer be regarded as a move in the world, it was difficult to achieve such a magical point.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in Yan Shisan's mind, and at this moment, his people almost wanted to rush towards the top of Cangshan, but they still held their steps: Could it be a broken void?

Since ancient times, there has been a legend in the rivers and lakes that the ultimate martial arts can shatter the void and become an immortal in the world.

There has never been a master in the rivers and lakes who hopes to achieve the goal of shattering the void by cultivating martial arts, and they practice martial arts only because they love martial arts.

In the past, Yan Shisan would never have thought of the word Broken Void, but now he couldn't think of it, at this moment, apart from the Broken Void, what else could explain this matter?

Other than that, it seems that no words can explain it.

On the mountainside, two jars of wine, Long Wu and Qin Huhua were drinking happily, they heard this voice, they faintly saw on the mountainside that the three swords on the top of the mountain collided The moment the three people collided, a light that was more dazzling than the sun in the sky appeared, so they couldn't help but believe that something that had never happened before appeared-Shattered Void.

Long Wu poured a sip of wine into his stomach and sighed softly: "I originally wanted to have a drink with him without getting drunk, but now I can only get drunk myself." ”

Qin Huhua didn't speak, he drank the wine silently.

He's saying goodbye, he's saying goodbye to Mo Qingchi.

There was no one in this world who knew more about this duel than Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren, and they sat on the top of the mountain to watch this duel, and they watched the three swords clashing with their own eyes.

The three swords collided, making a sonorous sound, and then the most incredible thing appeared, the entire void was completely shattered with the three swords as the center, and the three people were involved in the gray space at this moment, and in an instant, the three people completely disappeared on the top of the mountain.

It was as if the three of them had never appeared on the top of Cangshan, but the sword qi and sword intent around them proved that these three people had appeared on Cangshan all the time, but what about them?

Bai Xiaolou was stunned, and Xue Yiren was also stunned.

They were all people of strong minds, but at this time they had not spoken for a long, long time, and seemed to have been immersed in this shock.

Time and space have passed, and I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly, in the center of the three-person duel, a very large tornado suddenly appeared.

Tornadoes swept over the mountains.

Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren also felt this very terrifying suction force, and they hurriedly flew back.

They clung to a rock, and their bodies floated in mid-air, and the huge rock they clung to was also shaking, as if they were about to be swept up in the black tornado at any moment......

The tornado is incomparably majestic and intense, but it has disappeared in an extremely short period of time, and as the tornado disappears, two incredible people also appear.

These two people are none other than the two people who disappeared just now but suddenly appeared: Dugu and Wu Ming.

They looked calm and silently inserted their swords into their scabbards.

At this time, Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren couldn't help but walk up, they wanted to speak, but the little old man Wu Ming took the lead and said: "We just sent away a person, that person is our friend and our enemy. ”

Xue Yidao: "Is that person Mo Qingchi?"

The little old man nodded: "Yes, he is Mo Qingchi." ”

Xue Yiren said again: "Therefore, you actually want to send Mo Qingchi away in this confrontation. ”

The little old man shook his head and said, "I just want to beat him in the confrontation with him, but unfortunately although I have not been defeated, I have not won after all." ”

Xue Yidao: "Where did he go?"

The little old man said lightly: "There are some things you can ask, but not now. ”

Xue Yiren didn't seem to hear the other meaning of the little old man's words, and he spoke, "When can I ask." ”

The little old man glanced at Xue Yiren with a strange look in his eyes, and said coldly: "Shatter the Void, when can you break the Void, you can ask." ”

Xue Yiren's face changed color, Bai Xiaolou's old face also changed color, and an incredible look appeared in their eyes that was almost impossible in their eyes before.

For a long, long time, I don't know how long it was, Bai Xiaolou, who had been silent, also spoke, and he asked: "There have been legends of the Broken Void throughout the ages, but no one has ever seen this legend appear, but this legend is real?"

Dugu pointed to the place where they disappeared just now, and said lightly: "As you can see, Mo Qingchi has disappeared. He paused here and said, "To be exact, we actually disappeared with him, but we still have to come back, so we are back." ”

Bai Xiaolou said: "What did you see?"

Dugu said in defeat: "Another world." ”

At this moment, all the sounds in the world have disappeared, and the four of them stand quietly on the top of the mountain, looking up at the cliff and the sun in the sky.

-- Are they admiring the beauty of Cangshan Mountain, or are they commemorating a legend? Or both?

The old man had stopped what he was talking about, sighed deeply, and then slowly stood up, picked up the wine glass full of wine and walked to the window, raised his glass to look at the begonia flowers outside the window, and drank it in one gulp.

The young man sat quietly on the couch, looked at the old man, and finally stopped speaking.

They are also commemorating that person, the man who has achieved unprecedented feats in ancient and modern times-Mo Qingchi. (To be continued.) )