"Red Flame Sword Valley, Wei Jiang."
Wei Jiang looked solemn and responded seriously.
It was early in the morning, and Lunjian Peak was located between an ancient mountain range, so the dense clouds and fog made it difficult for many people to see clearly, which just reflected a mysterious atmosphere. Only Li Jianqi could be seen. The two swordsmen Wei Jiang faced each other at a distance, their sword intent becoming more concentrated.
Their eyes were as sharp as swords, and they noticed the strong sword intent emanating from each other.
Li Jianqi no longer spoke, his expression was calm. He was wearing a white robe, his long hair was neatly tied up, and his ponytail fell to his waist. The long sword was unsheathed at this moment, and he was holding a seemingly An ordinary fine iron sword.
However, you can faintly see graceful lines on the sword. These lines are so ancient that they seem to contain thousands of years of craftsmanship.
Li Jianqi's eyes were deep and cold, like a cold deep pool, making people shudder.
Wei Jiang was wearing a red robe with long flowing sleeves.
He was holding a sword with fiery lines all over its body, but the blade was as clear as crystal, reflecting the morning sun, making many people afraid to look directly at his sword.
this moment.
Wei Jiang's eyes were flashing with blazing flames.
It was like a blazing fire, burning away all obstacles that hindered his progress.
The atmosphere between the two swordsmen became increasingly tense, and the surrounding wind seemed to freeze. Suddenly, Li Jianqi took a step, and the sword intent that had been condensed for a long time was released. His figure was like electricity, turning into a black streak. The shadow rushed towards him, and as the sword danced, the sword light flashed like lightning in the dark, extremely fast!
Wei Jiang's face was solemn, and the long sword in his hand started to dance at the same time.
Wei Jiang's aura was like fire, but his sword light was flowing like water. His movement was extremely agile, like a fish swimming in the water, and he easily dodged Li Jianqi's fierce attack. Then, he returned his sword and slashed horizontally, and a sword energy swept across. It was no longer as soft as before, but became extremely domineering, turning into a red flame-like blade!
The flaming sword light flickered, approaching Li Jianqi's face!
Li Jianqi's calm expression finally showed a trace of fluctuation. The long sword vibrated, and the dark sword light condensed into a thick sword wall, blocking him in front of him. The flaming sword energy and the dark sword wall made a deafening sound in the fierce collision. Crash!
"Boom!"
A terrifying wave of air instantly rose up, containing extremely terrifying sword intent, which made people's cheeks soar!
The battle between the two great swordsmen broke out completely, in full swing, with sword energy flowing freely. When they first came into contact, they pushed each other away. Their figures intertwined in the clouds and mist, flickering and moving with great agility. Their swordsmanship was even more exquisite, as if they were with the sword. Become one.
All of a sudden.
The shadow of the sword was as ethereal as a dream, and as sharp as the wind, shrouding the entire mountain range in the atmosphere of sword energy!
Many people were shocked to see it!
Although they knew that this battle must be a peak swordsmanship contest when they heard their names, they were still dazzled by the sight. The duel between swordsmen was like a poetic dance, making the entire arena filled with sword spirit. !
In the blend of sword energy, Li Jianqi and Wei Jiang demonstrated their own unique swordsmanship realm, which made people dizzy, as if they were intoxicated in this feast of the most powerful swordsmanship.
The battle was actually evenly matched and it was hard to tell who was the winner.
The battle between the two swordsmen became more and more intense on the mist-shrouded mountain peaks. The sword lights intertwined and the sword energy flew. The distant peaks were shaken and countless gravel fell, as if the entire mountain range had been cut into countless tiny pieces. .
Wei Jiang's swordsmanship is domineering and steady.
Each sword carries an unfathomable pressure, making people feel an irresistible force, domineering and powerful, like a blazing flame that is burning more and more.
Li Jianqi's sword technique is as agile as flowing water, the sword force is as coherent as a long river, as fast as lightning, and unpredictable.
His body movements are even more flexible. Sometimes he rises into the air like a fluttering wind, sometimes he dodges like a fish swimming in the water. Every move and every style contains his ultimate understanding of the way of the sword, allowing him to easily resolve Li Jing's attacks. Jian Qi's offensive.
The domineering sword moves turned out to be completely useless.
Wei Jiang's face became increasingly uglier, because he was on the offensive side, but his offensive was of no use.
During the fierce battle, the clouds and mist on the mountain seemed to be affected. They fluctuated with the moves of the two men. The sword energy was like a raging fire, instantly burning away the clouds and mist. The sword light was like a clear spring, stirring up layers of fire. There were ripples and bursts of sound.
At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.
Li Jianqi suddenly shouted low, and his sword posture suddenly changed. There was a sense of tenderness from the fierceness. His sword dance was undulating like a dancer. There seemed to be endless tenderness hidden in the sword light. A sword shadow was like moonlight. Passing through the clouds, attacking Wei Jiang lightly and gracefully!
Wei Jiang was slightly startled and frowned, feeling the change from his opponent. The flames in his eyes flickered for a moment, and he immediately adjusted his sword strength, and a trace of agility was incorporated into the flaming sword light.
The sword movements of the two people gradually merged, creating a very poetic sword dance!
At this time, the wind on the mountain peak also began to change. As the two swordsmen danced, the whistling sound was vaguely mixed with the soft and melodious music of Shao Xu, as if the gods in the mountains were singing. During the battle, it was like Integrated into the rhythm of nature, many people's hearts began to beat faster and their blood was excited!
The duel between the swordsmen becomes more and more fierce, and it becomes dangerous!
Every collision between them was accompanied by a burst of sword light. The two swordsmen's sword intentions converged. The entire arena was already filled with strong sword energy. Even in the auditorium on both sides, many disciples were shocked and felt. Here comes the fierce sword energy!
The sword light descended like a waterfall, and the sword roared.
As the two swordsmen danced, their sword energy was flying like thousands of flowers blooming, but it was difficult to tell the winner.
Li Jianqi's swordsmanship is like the lonely stars in the night sky, deep and calm. Every swing of the sword seemed to carry an understanding of the vicissitudes of time. The sword's intention flowed out like the long hum of a guqin, and the snow-white robes fluttered in the sword dance, like the loneliness under the starry sky.
One person and one sword, lonely as a mountain.
Wei Jiang's sword technique is full of the domineering power of fire, his sword intent is turbulent and manic, his red robe hunts and sounds like a sword fairy in flames, and the flash of sword light is like a blazing star falling into the mortal world.
There was a calm light in his eyes, and he never gave up the chance to win for a moment.
Suddenly, the figures of the two swordsmen intertwined like lightning. Their swords crossed each other, their minds collided with each other. The wall of swords surged up like a tidal wave. The sword energy rose like a cloud of smoke. A sword light swept across and turned into a storm, sweeping across the sky. At the top of the mountain, the surrounding clouds and mist were swept into the sea of swords!
