The last bit of the sun was still on the horizon, but the light had been obscured by the distant mountains and rivers, and the clouds were dyed black and cracked under a dazzling sword light. The sword light was bright silver, like a meteor falling from the sky, and after it flashed, it turned into a figure and descended, and finally fell to the center of the ruins of the Sword King Villa. He was surrounded by broken walls, severed planks, rubble, half-broken bricks...... Just when this figure stood still, there was another light in the sky, and the snow-white sword light swept through the evening sky with the murderous aura of the cold, this speed seemed to tear the sky apart, and smashed a cloud into pieces, this speed has surpassed the sound, after the sword light was eliminated, the piercing scream pierced the sky, with a heroic long laugh and shouting: Today's sword drinks the enemy's blood, and the end of the Ming Dynasty is at my disposal!

With the arrival of the two protagonists one after another, the decisive moment comes, and the battle is about to break out. The people on the periphery saw the performance of the two of them, and they all began to shout frantically, just by their hands, these people felt that they had not come in vain today.

The duel of peerless masters is not what people take for granted, and they have to look for flaws before fighting? Standing at their current height, there will be no flaws at all under normal circumstances! Therefore, the master's moves are all bold moves under the premise of prudence, not only out of temptation, but also to let the opponent show flaws and make it easier to win.

The two did not communicate, because these two people can be said to have a monstrous hatred, in this era of monarchs, ministers, fathers, fathers and sons, the hatred of killing the father is not shared, the enemy is very red when they meet, and both of them are people who don't like superficial kung fu, so as soon as they meet, the two sword lights flash. One of them was bright silver, with boundless sharpness, making everyone who looked at it feel that the skin on the body was like a sword on the body, and there was an illusion of being cut, maybe not an illusion, because every time this sword light flashed, the obstacle in front of it would be cut in two in an instant. The other is a snow-white sword light, as cold as frost, as if it can freeze people's eyes, making people shiver at a glance, this sword light everywhere, everything is covered with a layer of frost, in this cool summer night, such a forest cold brings chill to everyone.

In Ning Yufei's eyes, he could only see two kinds of sword lights that were constantly intertwined, and he couldn't tell who was who, and he couldn't tell what these moves were, but such dazzling moves made Ning Yufei dazzled, and he felt more and more that the attraction of this era was becoming greater and greater, and those unknown things made him want to keep moving forward and exploring.

Soon, the sword light had already flashed more than twenty moves, and neither of them had made a full attack, judging from the scene, the two were now evenly divided. As the top sword masters in the world, both of them are looking for each other's flaws, and at the same time, they have to be careful to prevent themselves from revealing their flaws.

Long Hatian felt the strength of his opponent, he was adhering to the "Yuan Shen Sword Dao" handed down by the ancient emperor 'Sword Emperor', his Yuan Shen Sword Gang, extremely sharp, is one of the strongest Gang in the world. But with his strength and the sharpness of the Yuan Shen Sword Gang, more than twenty moves have not yet had the slightest advantage, and the opponent's sword qi has a strong frozen attribute, and the cold qi is bursting, which is difficult to defend, and the freezing will affect the surrounding environment, affect his judgment of the surrounding environment, and it is easier to produce flaws. He was very vigilant in his heart, he knew that this was not the Wang family's family swordsmanship, but it was more bizarre and difficult than the Wang family's swordsmanship.

"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that it's not your Wang's swordsmanship, it seems that you still can't justify the Wang's swordsmanship. "The powerful sword* retreated Wang Yun, and Long Hate Tian spoke, his sword path is not only sharp, but also can cut off people's will, this is another level of confrontation!

Hearing Long Hatetian's words, Wang Yun's heart became even more hateful. "As long as I kill you, I will avenge my father, and my Wang family will become strong again! And at that time, I naturally have the opportunity to carry forward the Wang family! In the past ten years, I have been thinking about seeking revenge from you all the time, but I know that my talent is far inferior to you, so I want to become stronger and find more opportunities. I swear, I will only have my own life if I am truly strong enough to defeat you, and I will bury myself in hatred before you are stabbed by me!" Wang Yun was angry at first, but when he said his hatred, he reacted, becoming calmer and more sober.

The two stood opposite each other, one red and one black, and the sword intent on their bodies soared into the sky.

As soon as Wang Yun's words were finished, the sword in his hand began to swing, bringing out pieces of snowflakes, but the color of the sword light began to slowly deepen. "A thousand years ago, Zhao Zilong, a victorious general in Shuzhong, was invincible in the world, with both swords and guns, in the battle of Dangyang Changsaka, he won the world's famous sword Qinghong, and created the "Cold Snow Against Blood Sword Technique" in the killing, and successively killed Cao Ying's famous generals, with more than 50 congenital masters! Today, I will let you see the power of this famous thousand-year-old divine soldier and divine skill!

As soon as his words fell, the sword qi condensed into a cloud, and the sword light deepened into blood, which was not strong enough, but it was also very bright red, and the condensed state was like blood about to drip down.

The cloud of blood condensed floated towards Long Hatian, which seemed to be slow, but Long Hatian felt as if the pores all over his body had exploded, and an indescribable feeling of horror pressed on the bottom of his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

As early as when Wang Yun began to explain, Long Hatian was ready, his shot could have been faster, and he could have interrupted Wang Yun's move before he sent it, but the purpose of his challenge was to challenge his own limit, in the face of danger, he did not have the slightest panic, but the blood in his body stirred: he was on fire!

Suddenly, his sword was sheathed, and in the face of the oncoming blood cloud, he was already locked, and he couldn't escape, he could only crack it! His legs were one behind the other, slightly bent, his back was also a little arched, and he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and he took out the sword in a tenth of an instant, and six swords in a row, and the bright silver six sword lights were three horizontal and three vertical, forming a nine-square-like sword net, enveloping the blood cloud entirely.

"Sword, Nine Palace Array!" Long Hating Heaven's sword returned to its sheath after swinging this blow, and he closed his eyes, as if he had given up on the duel, in fact, he was recalling the inspiration that had arisen in the moment between life and death