Zhang Baijian and Fengyun Wushuang stood opposite each other, they stood like this, exuding a momentum like a strange peak, like a male sword, it had been a long time since the fierce sword qi crushed the mist above their heads, and the fire and poisonous mist that had been shrouded in the Flame Hell for many years actually began to dissipate.

Overhead, there was a full blood-red moon.

The full moon hung obliquely in the high heavens, shining on the whole land, and the blood moon, which was supposed to be exceptionally bright, was dim in front of the two swordsmen, because they radiated a more attractive brilliance than the full moon.

It seems that in the bones of every swordsman, there is a romantic feeling. They will never be as ruthless and resolute as the swordsmen.

Their swords are often accompanied by some rules that they give themselves to set on them, and then they themselves shine with infinite brilliance under the backdrop of these rules.

The sky rippled, and the huge energy tide that could not be stopped crashed against the mountain rocks, making a loud noise that made people's hearts tremble, and refused to stop for a moment.

Everyone held their breath, and although they had waited long enough, no one showed the slightest sign of impatience.

"Who will win and who will lose?"

Most people think this idea is ridiculous. According to normal logical thinking, it is obvious that it should be the wind and clouds that win. There is no doubt about this.

However, people still wonder, is this really the case?

The answer is about to be revealed.

Maybe it was because he had waited long enough, and with a flick of the Fengyun Frostless Long Sword, the tip of the sword gently slashed through the sky. The whole person was like an arrow from the string, standing on the top of his own wave of qi, and rushed towards Zhang Baijian.

The moonlight sprinkled on the vast clouds and smoke through a thin mist of light that had been re-filled, and the shadows of the surrounding mountains fell into the clouds, reflecting many strange shadows, like a mirage in a trance.

A sword aura rushed majestically towards Zhang Baijian who was isolated on the lonely mountain.

The strong wind mixed with the sword qi pressed down head-on, and even those who were a little closer to Zhang Baijian would feel that it was difficult to breathe.

The wind swept into the clouds with the sword qi, and the clouds splashed in all directions. The sharp whistling sound was like a ghost crying and howling, and the listener was shocked.

At this moment, Zhang Baijian felt that his body and mind were unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful, and the burden in his heart seemed to have disappeared without a trace. The thrilling in front of him is just a magic mirror phantom, which can't make him have the slightest clone.

He felt it all. Feeling behind this violent and ferocious evil, the kind of sword path that belongs to the wind and clouds is hidden deeply. The charm of his sword, the layers and the indescribable beauty.

A violent grinding sound sounded.

It was the sound of the blade tearing through the wind, tearing through the clouds, tearing through space, tearing at everything that stood in its way.

Zhang Baijian let out a long roar, and the whole person tapped lightly on his toes, turning into a clear wind, and rising in the air with the clouds and mist.

The moonlight breaks through the fog. Let his white clothes be covered with a layer of silver.

"Boom!"

Zhang Baizhi's sword pierced through the canopy, broke through the wind barrier, and collided with the sword without frost.

The night wind swept the clothes of the two of them, and the whole world seemed to be banned in an instant.

The two of them held long swords, and exchanged hands more than a dozen times in an instant, and then both retreated tacitly, and at the same time gently stepped on the canopy with their right feet. Immediately, a dull thunderous sound sounded.

The sky was suddenly calm like a mirror. But in the dark, there was an undercurrent, and the creatures flying in the air were shaken into pieces by the sharp sword qi. Even those slightly larger stones that were closer together would be shattered by the fierce sword qi and turned into sand and stones.

The clouds didn't move, but the whole sky seemed to shake violently. The dull sound drowned out the sound of the night wind blowing through the trees.

Zhang Baijian nodded and sighed: "The wind and clouds are frost-free, and they are indeed worthy of being stormy and frost-free." If you attack with all your strength at the beginning, so that my momentum and sword intent cannot reach the peak, this battle will not be fought at all!"

Fengyun Wushuang looked at the sky, his eyes seemed to be able to have some light and mist, and he had a full insight into the starry sky of the outer world.

"If your sword is not perfect. Why should I try to compete with you? It's just that the moonlight tonight came at the right time, and if it weren't for that, there would be some regrets in this battle!"

Zhang Baijian agreed with Fengyun Wushuang's words, nodded and said: "Heaven and man induction, that's exactly the case!"

Both of them are relaxed, and they look like they are in a battle of life and death, but they are like two best friends talking freely under the moon, which makes people feel the slightest hostility between them.

At this moment, the whole body clothes of the wind and clouds suddenly flew up, facing the wind, bluffing wildly, and the light and mist in the sky seemed to begin to gather and rotate towards him, which was extremely weird.

Zhang Baijian smiled slightly, and the long sword in his hand connected the dots.

The frost froze all those light mist, and the light mist that condensed towards the wind and clouds without frost, and the clouds formed by those light mist began to rotate extremely jerky in the process of running.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded from the place where the wind and clouds were frost-free, and it was gradually approaching Zhang Baijian.

"Boom!"

The two of them had three swords, all of which were full of spirit and ejected sword qi, and the wind and clouds were entangled with bursts of frost and frost. It was as if the rolling wind and clouds suddenly came to a standstill, suddenly frozen.

The figure of Fengyun Wushuang came out of the clouds strangely, appeared in front of Zhang Baijian, and then swung a sword.

Everyone from all walks of life was engrossed, stunned by the clouds and smoke that swirled and flew in the air like an angry dragon, and the patches of frost. The whole world seems to have changed because of the battle between these two.

The bright moon was still hanging high, and the blood moon projected from reality exuded a strange purple color at this time, and the blood purple shrouded the rapidly rotating wind and clouds, frost and snow and erupting fire magma, dying them all with a layer of blood-purple halo, as if it was an absurd and bizarre miracle.

It was only at this time that people heard the deafening sound of gold and iron, and among the clouds, frost, snow, fire, and magma, the sound of the symphony was as rapid as a violent wind, raging through the heavens and the earth, testing its endurance and acceptance.

In the clouds and mist, Zhang Baijian's sword is simple but not lacking in skill, it is obviously extremely simple and without fancy swordsmanship, but it seems to show the subtle changes of the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth. This is the talent given to Zhang Baijian by the Sword Seal of the Human Emperor, in the most simple heaven and earth, listening to all the most simple, mastering the most powerful and simple sword intent.

And the frost-free eyes are no longer as cold as they were at the beginning. The cold eyes are like clouds and mist, and they seem to be faintly sad.

The sad wind and clouds are miserable and bleak, but they resist the frost and the ice and snow are flying.

The twin swords turned into a pair of long rainbows, first rising into the sky, and then suddenly doubling in speed. Fluttering, like a dragon.

Three swords intersect. Before they collided, they remembered the sonic booms. But when the real handover came, it became silent again. Or maybe it's not that there is no sound, but that the sound is beyond the reach of the human ear.

As the two of them concentrated their forces more and more, the smoke and clouds began to disappear without a trace in an astonishing Sudoku. One by one, the spatial holes that were broken apart absorbed all these fog and frost into another time and space.

Maybe somewhere, there are some innocent people who will suffer an unjustified disaster.

As the light mist was dispersed by a large area. Everything that was originally hidden in the fog was all exposed to the moonlight.

The surroundings are clear and clear.

Across the heavy clouds, the people watching the battle can clearly see the moment when the tips of the swords collide, and what happens is unforgettable for them.

It was the most beautiful and weird sight they had ever seen.

Storm Volume.

"Smack!"

An eerie lightning bolt of frost and clouds, fire and fog pierced through the clouds. Then it shattered above the heads of the two of them, and there were countless electric rays and silver chips.

For the first time, the torrential rain fell on the sky in this hot prison, enveloping everything in the vast wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Zhang Baijian and Fengyun Wushuang were still holding each other, their eyes were like lightning, and their eyes were like swords.

The originally cold Fengyun Wushuang suddenly showed an extremely sincere smile, and there was certainly no hypocrisy or reluctance in this smile.

People smiled in confusion. Could it be that he has won?

This was expected, and it is worth being so happy?

Almost at the same time. Zhang Baijian also showed a cheerful look.

Suddenly, the two of them looked up and laughed at the same time, and the laughter could not even be covered by the storm, thunder and lightning that surged.

The sword of Fengyun Wufrost suddenly shot out, and the two sword qi finally merged into one and attacked towards Zhang Baijian.

And at this time, Zhang Baijian also struck, and his sword evaporated the drooping rain. Then it turned into flying sparks. And the sparks turned into countless sharp, sharp swords. All the swords were aimed at Storm Frost.

At the same time, the two sword qi that fused into one shattered at the same time as the ice sword in the sky.

The two frowned, then looked at each other and laughed.

"Is this your sword?

"Are you called a sword, it's ridiculous!" the two of them, who seemed to be sympathetic to each other, said to Mai Mang the next moment.

Just when everyone thought that this battle would continue, the two turned around at the same time, stepped out of the sky, and left without looking back.

"Your sword still needs to be sharpened!"

"Your sword needs to be purified!"

"Fight again another day!"

"Fight again another day!"

Dropping these two headless words, the two left irresponsibly.

Who won exactly?

This question comes to everyone's mind.

Zhang Baijian pressed his heart at this moment.

At that moment, the sword pierced through his chest and clothes, but it was blocked by the Cave Heaven Treasure Mirror.

And at the same moment, Zhang Baijian's sword should have passed through the throat of Fengyun Wushuang, but it was forcibly twisted by an incomparably mysterious force to change the ending.

That should be the means of protection left on him by some extremely powerful elders who are unfrosty.

If this is not the case, there should be a certain possibility that the two will die together.

Of course, it is more likely that Zhang Baijian was seriously injured, and Fengyun died without frost.

Because Fengyun Wushuang is a true kendo genius, but Zhang Baijian is not only a sword, his body is also powerful, and his vitality is incomparably vigorous. Even if the heart is pierced, it does not necessarily die immediately. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. )