The sky is full of snow.
At the foot of Huashan Mountain, everyone stayed away and stared at the two people standing in the wind and snow in the distance.
Yan Nantian has a physique with innate divine power, and a king-like body with an aura like a god. When he gets serious now, even from a long distance away, his murderous aura makes everyone's hair stand on end, giving them the illusion that their souls are leaving their body.
This person is like a volcano that is about to erupt. Even before he takes action, he already gives people an extremely dangerous and frightening aura.
In contrast, the tall and handsome Song Xuan, dressed in a black robe, looked extremely calm in the wind and snow, like a lonely traveler between heaven and earth, which was completely unpredictable.
Anyone who is not blind can feel the danger of Yan Nantian, but how terrifying Song Xuan is. Unless the moment he draws his sword, you have no idea how strong he is!
"My sword is called the Pure Yang Infinity Sword. It is made of meteorite iron from the sky. It cuts iron like mud and has unparalleled power!"
In a duel between masters, you have to say something. Seeing that Song Xuan had no intention of speaking, Yan Nantian took the initiative to say hello.
Song Xuan looked at the long sword on the opponent's waist. Although it was several feet away, there was a burning aura in the snowy sky. This sword was simply prepared for his Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu.
"What a sword!"
He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"Compared with your sword, the sword in my hand seems much ordinary."
"That's it..."
Yan Nantian frowned, casually took off the long sword from his waist and stuck it in the snow, "In that case, I can't use my weapon to take advantage of you."
Song Xuan shook his head and smiled: "You'd better use a sword, otherwise you will be very inexperienced later!"
Yan Nantian hesitated for a moment, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "It's okay, after all, you are a master that even Sword Master Ye admits is not as good as him. If I don't even use the sword, I will really disrespect you!"
After saying that, his right hand holding the sword hilt suddenly exerted force. Visible to the naked eye, the sword hilt began to glow with red luster as the true energy traveled.
If that was the case, Song Xuan wouldn't pay much attention to it, but at the tip of the red sword, he actually saw tiny arcs of electricity!
"The skill I practice is called the Wedding Clothes Divine Skill. If you practice it to a high and deep level, you can activate the power of heavenly thunder and earthly fire."
Yan Nantian was very confident in his martial arts and said with a smile: "Although I have not yet reached a high level of cultivation, I can already initially activate a trace of thunder and fire power.
Song Xuan, you have to be careful! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Nantian's figure rose three feet without any warning. In the next moment, he took a flying step and stabbed out with the long sword in his hand with the light of thunder and fire!
As soon as the sword came out, thunder and fire surged from the sky and the earth, and the sky was filled with wind and snow, and was actually shrouded in the light of thunder and fire.
This sword is incredibly fast, and the sword moves are even more bizarre and elusive. Coupled with the violent power of thunder and fire, even the top masters in the world will be infuriated by this sword if they are not careful.
Painful!
Song Xuan's sword was unsheathed, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and it was like a red lightning stabbing out.
clang! !
Sparks exploded, the two sharp swords clashed, and the terrifying energy spread out, causing all the wind and snow within a radius of dozens of feet to be cleared away.
The snowflakes flying between the sky and the earth were thrown around in a strange arc within a hundred meters of the two people.
Bang!
Yan Nantian flew out upside down and dragged on the snow for more than ten feet before he stabilized his body. If you look closely, you can see that the hand holding his sword was shaking continuously at this moment.
"No wonder..."
He took a deep breath and said, "No wonder Ye Gucheng thinks he is inferior to you. If I hadn't relied on the advantage of the divine sword to hold on, my whole arm would have been crippled by that sword strike just now!"
He didn't feel any special skill with Song Xuan's sword just now, it was all about strength.
In that sword, the three powers of spirit, energy and spirit were integrated into one sword. There was no need for any skills at all, it was purely about overwhelming people with force.
If it weren't for his innate divine power, his physical body was much stronger than that of ordinary warriors, and the Pure Yang Wuji Sword in his hand was also a rare divine sword, otherwise Song Xuan's mediocre sword just now could definitely break his right hand.
Song Xuan smiled, took a step forward, and disappeared. When he reappeared, nine figures appeared directly in the snowy sky and earth.
Yan Nantian suddenly kicked the ground, and the ground beneath his feet shattered into a large crater. Then the man turned into an afterimage like a boring cannonball, and the divine sword in his hand slashed seven or forty-nine swords in the void.
Dang Dang Dang! !
The sound of long swords clashing came one after another. In the storm-like offensive, the fire crackled non-stop. In the vast snowy sky, it was like two lightning bolts dancing wildly and striking each other.
Yan Nantian roared loudly, extremely excited.
He could feel that the strength of Song Xuan's sword was definitely restrained. Although every sword put great pressure on him, he was not completely unable to parry it.
The other party is trying to trick him!
At the foot of Huashan Mountain, Yue Buqun, A Fei and other masters all had expressions of horror on their faces. They had never seen such a thrilling scene before.
But in the wind and snow, the two figures were changing unpredictably, and the swords bloomed like thunder. The naked eye could not keep up with their speed, and could only see afterimages, afterimages, and afterimages.
At most, in the afterimages that kept changing directions, scenes of fire splashing would appear from time to time, indicating that the two had fought there just now.
After a cup of tea, the two figures separated in a collision.
The next moment, Yan Nantian's figure appeared in everyone's sight.
But I saw the long sword in his hand stuck on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and panting, wiping the sweat from his face.
"No more fighting, I can't hold on any longer!"
He looked at Song Xuan in disbelief, "Although I know you held back, you didn't feel tired at all because of the intense fight just now, which consumed your true energy very quickly?"
"well enough!"
Song Xuan smiled. From the perspective of outsiders, the battle just now was extremely fierce, but to him, a battle of this level consumes infuriating energy faster than he can recover.
How can the inner strength and mental skills at the heaven-human level be compared to ordinary skills?
Even though Yan Nantian's Wedding Clothes Magic Skill is known as the magic skill of the world, even so, compared to the Pure Yang Wuji Skill he practiced, it is not even a little bit inferior in level.
"You are such a monster! No wonder Ye Gucheng said he was inferior to you and didn't even want to fight with you."
After resting for a moment, and the feeling of fatigue subsided, Yan Nantian laughed heartily.
In today's battle, he fought heartily. It had been a long time since he had fought with someone in such a situation where he was suppressed throughout. The danger of sword lights coming from all directions all the time made every cell in his body feel nervous. excited.
Laughing loudly, he took out a secret book from his arms, raised his hand, and the secret book flew out, and was caught firmly by Song Xuan.
