Countless exchanges, countless collisions.

Chaotic steps, sky-shaking sword intent.

In the battle between the two, the overflowing sword qi.

In an instant, the four nearest peaks around the valley were all flattened.

The icy breath, the scorching golden light.

The explosive Gangyuan that shook the heavens and the earth stirred the qiē between the heavens and the earth.

Far beyond the thunderous sound, but only the sound of the clashing of blades.

There is a root to understand the artistic conception, but the cultivation is in the hole.

The man wearing the birch mask was obviously higher than the hole.

The disordered flow that surrounds a man's body at all times also means that a man's cultivation is more than just emptiness.

Furious and demonic, raging and arrogant.

Pure Daomen Gangyuan, grand and magnificent.

The two streams of continuous convergence and collision, one cold to the bone, contain sadness and silence.

A chaotic dispersion, but there is an endless stretch in it.

In addition to these differences, the scope and size of the two dividend streams are also different.

As long as there is a root, as long as the vitality in the body is driven, white clouds will be born in the sky.

The man wearing the birch mask drives the vitality in the body, but the sky does not give birth to visions.

All the artistic conceptions of men don't seem to be realized.

It's as if it's someone else's.

The two tried their best to fight fiercely.

In terms of speed and strength, the man in the birch mask is on the root.

But when it comes to the power of wielding every move, there is a root above the man.

Every time the two collided, the strength of the rebound fell on the two of them.

Undoubtedly, the strength of the man with the birch mask every time. All are higher than those which have roots.

But the strange thing is that every time the man who suffers more powerful damage, the speed and power of his move do not linger and pause in the slightest.

If it weren't for the blood that kept spilling from between the gaps in the man's mask and the scale armor, Yougen, whose moves were gradually slowing down, couldn't believe that the other party was actually seriously injured than himself.

Crimson blood, tossed on the ice, was quickly frozen.

There are countless scars on Yougen's body.

He is already at a disadvantage.

Wearing a birch mask. The man covered in blood was like a machine, mechanically lifting the demon soldier forged by the demon dragon's muscles and bones, and slashing and waving it mechanically.

The angle and force of each blow are exactly the same.

The speed of each blow has not changed.

But with every blow, Yougen couldn't avoid it, so he could only keep swinging his broadsword to block.

Finally, the pitch-black curved blade. Slashed open the broadsword in Arigen's hand.

One couldn't retreat, and his shoulder was struck by a curved blade.

On the shoulder, the ring armor that was already covered with blood was cut open by the demon blade.

Shoulders with roots. It was also cut out of a long and narrow hole by the magic blade.

With the splash of blood, Yougen staggered and retreated a few steps.

His pace was even more chaotic.

His moves. And then it got messy.

The man in the birch mask stepped forward quickly and raised the demon soldier in his hand.

He is towards having roots. Again slashed out the demon soldiers.

Yougen did a backflip, narrowly avoiding the slashing demon soldiers, and then took a few steps back to barely stabilize his balance.

The tyrannical demonic energy and disordered breath that poured into the wound, as well as the scorching Gang Yuan like a substance, raged in Yougen's body.

With the wrist of his left hand holding the broadsword, Yougen covered the wound where the demonic energy lingered, and opened his mouth to spit blood.

He clenched his teeth, and forced his internal strength to gather on the wound in his shoulder.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", ......

The sound of hurried footsteps, every sound in Yougen's ears, was unusually sharp and piercing.

The man in the birch mask quickly rushed towards Yougen, who was about to force the sadistic aura in his body out of the wound and his movements were stiff.

The man raised the demonic soldier aloft.

The demon soldier fell, but it didn't slash at Yougen.

The speed of the root suddenly became very fast, dozens of times faster than before.

At great speed, he flew into the sky and under the white clouds.

"What!?"

"Why!?"

Arigen grasped the broadsword and plunged it into the white clouds.

He was heading towards the valley, covered in blood, but flying off the ground, and the man in the birch mask roared with all his might.

"I've been through so many !!"

"So many !!!"

In my mind, countless familiar figures flashed, recalling countless familiar faces.

There are urchins in the fields, and there are old farmers who farm.

There are ordinary soldiers who died on the battlefield and belong to the enemy and us.

There are also relatives and close friends from another world, and many people who are impressed.

There is Lao Wang, who is driving the grain cart with a worried face, and there is also Gong Ji, who chatters endlessly about the harvest.

There are waterside slurry laundry, a lady with a frosty face, and a monkey stone looking for fat fish in the water with a confused face.

There is also Liu Heng, as well as Chief Chi, and Yu Ruo.

There was a trembling all over his body, and blood overflowing with black gas flowed from the wound on his shoulder.

The muscles between his throats were exposed, and the muscles between his cheeks were coiled.

His voice, through the clouds above him, rushed into the rain that fell on the clouds, and lingered in the ears of the four people watching the battle in the rain.

"Can't !!!"

"Can't lose !!"

The white clouds, at that moment, kept surging.

The area of the white clouds shrank rapidly.

In the churning sea of clouds, a white giant sword sword shadow rose.

The shadow of the sword, erected under the dark clouds, in the gloomy rain curtain.

The sword shadow only has a sword body, not a sword hilt.

The root that holds the broad sword is the hilt.

Heaven and earth, at that moment, were completely still.

Even the dense sound of rain falling on the ground suddenly disappeared.

I have never felt a more powerful coercion, and I have never seen a more amazing momentum.

In the sky, the four people standing on top of the broad sword body were already dumbfounded.

The four of them looked at Yougen, who was surrounded by a white light under the giant sword, as if they had seen the demon that had ravaged Middle-earth, and they only felt a chill all over them.

Unlike seeing the demon, at this time, in the hearts of the four people watching the battle, there was not only outright fear but also an unspeakable sadness.

In this piece of heaven and earth, the only voice sounded.

Because.

"Dead man!!"

Tears poured out of the Iron Mask's eyes, and the cracked mask was all over again, shattered into powder in the shadow of the sword.

There was a gritted tooth, and the voice that was already hoarse, was raised again.

"Already. ”

"Enough !!"

Killing for the sake of ending the killing.

Is it considered mercy?

The greatsword was swung down by Yougen, and the shadow of the sword slashed at the man wearing a birch mask who was rising to the sky.

Facing the sword shadow that slashed in, the man raised the demon soldier in his hand and blocked in front of the sword shadow.

It's still the same angle, it's still the same speed.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the man was struck by a huge sword shadow, and he fell to the ground without suspense.

The man fell into the valley covered with ice, and the shadow of the sword stabbed into the valley with the man.

"Boom!"

Qun Feng was torn apart by the sword qi.

The valley was pierced by the sword qi.

The loud bang was extremely loud, and it instantly disappeared from the world. (To be continued......)

PS: Hmm.

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