The sound of the poem falls, the sound of the building stops at the same time, and the beauty of nature flies out from the unexpected strings, reappearing the unparalleled edge.
Stand up, hold the sword, with a cold edge and a sparse life, and answer the promise of battle.
The final battle with the best sword in the world.
One is the leader of the Seven Martial Arts, he is also chivalrous, crazy and transcendent.
"This battle has been long awaited."
One is the descendant of Hengshan Jingxuan, who prays with one heart and one mind every day.
"Today, I fulfill your wish."
"please."
"please."
The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly, under the blue sky, on the top of Nushan Mountain.
The two people facing each other were silent and speechless at this moment.
The sword intent and fighting intent are constantly accumulating, like a bow full of strings.
call--
Suddenly, a breeze swept through the area.
The confrontation is about to break out.
Ding ding ding ding————
The extreme collision of sword energy is a fierce confrontation of sword intentions, and it is also a thrilling battle of consciousness. The sword intentions leave the body and the confrontation of consciousness leaves one sword mark after another on the top of Nu Mountain, recording this sword duel.
The dust is flying and the earth and rocks are splashing, carving the witness of history.
He Lou Qiongyu praised: "What a fierce sword fight."
"Both of them have taken a step further." Yuan Bahuang stared at the two of them.
A calm voice sounded: "No sword, no object, not enough."
"Didn't you say that there is no superiority or inferiority?"
"The fact is as Yi Xuan Miao said, the closer to the Tao, the stronger."
"So, Heavenly Sword may not be the strongest, but it is the highest."
Thousands of changes disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the spread of sword pressure had already reached a certain level before the official confrontation.
Baoxue on the other side asked: "Can he win?"
"Disaster."
The moment the words were spoken, the top of Nu Mountain suddenly changed.
The heart moves, the mind moves, the air moves, and the body moves.
The light flashes quickly.
Two figures swept out at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, dragging out long tails of light and colliding together.
Their bodies are intertwined, their swords pointing to the edge.
Ten, thirty, fifty, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already executed more than fifty moves. Amidst the roar of the surrounding mountain walls, figures entangled in the light of swords passed each other.
But one step away, and when you turn around again, it's a different change.
Suddenly, there is no physical state, the instant shadow is separated, and the clouds are seen from the top.
It is a further step towards the original sword.
Yi Qixing's body was split into two, and in a blink of an eye, it reunited behind Ming Xiao Shu, with his sword pointed out.
I saw Ming Xiao Shu twisting his wrist, holding the sword in his backhand instead of his forehand, and holding the sword behind his back. With the hilt of the sword down, Su Qin carried the sword with the sword tip diagonally upward from the bottom.
clang!
The metal and iron roared, and the fierce attack was blocked by the sword.
At the same time, he ordered Xiao Shu to move his right hand outward, use the force to turn around, and complete the switch from forehand to backhand.
"The sound of rain all night was so cool that it made me dream."
The sword head of the image appears, and the moment the sword is released, the environment changes at will, as if you are in a torrential green bamboo forest, and the rain cools your heart.
Yi Qixing's eyes froze when he saw this, and the cold light of Shengyue flashed in shock.
Wuxin sword came out.
The sword of thought becomes the sword of image.
The sky is covered with shadows, the sword is blurred, and raindrops enter the eyes. It is expected that the enemy will be first.
One move, one style.
Several times of staggering, life and death are facing each other.
"The building will roar and the bright moon will come."
The environment turns again with the sword's edge, the sound of building is soft, and a sword draws the bright moon.
at the same time.
Yi Qi's sword refers to luck and transformation. One heart is the sword, one sword has no heart. Wherever the heart goes, the sword goes exactly -
"Kenshin Sword!"
With the Sword Emperor's Sword sealed in his body, Chen Wai Gubiao, who had been guided by Yi Qiunian, began to practice the swordless realm. After many years of practice, he was not completely ignorant of the way of the sword.
Immediately, completely different sword intentions met, but at the moment when the sword edge was lightly brushed, it was stained with miserable blood.
"Xiao Shushan Pavilion is afraid of dusk."
The cold front comes out again, and the state of transformation is like a bleak bamboo forest and a lonely mountain pavilion under the bloody dusk, reflecting the lingering clouds.
Light footsteps stepped over the withered yellow bamboo branches, a sword pointed at the Qianqiu, both crazy and transcendent. The two figures used the top of the mountain pavilion as the battlefield. Within a short distance, a single step was a sure kill——
"The sword looks at Qian Qiuchen!"
A touch of residual clouds, a few calls of jackdaws, and the autumn colors set the scene.
Thrilling sword battle, broken!
A touch of bright red flowed along Yi Qixing's fingers and dripped to the ground.
the other side.
"Huh-huh-"
At this moment, the aura of decay and decay emerged, and a twilight energy appeared on Ming Xiaoshu. In this critical battle, he had a breath that should not have appeared on him.
The strong will also grow old, which is a fate he cannot avoid.
Yi Qixing frowned slightly at this sudden abnormality. He would rather not fight with a sword due to his character.
However, before he could take action, he heard firm words coming.
"Attention."
The body's functions are rapidly aging, and his life is Xiaoshu. He stands high and fights in anger. His sword intention spreads, his environment changes at will, and the move of the God of Compliance appears for the first time.
"The God of Contract's move: the catastrophe is coming!"
The sword points to the sky, the man stands on the ground, and the word "老" stretches across the sky, connecting heaven and earth.
Before the sword move was made, a strange feeling of vicissitudes of life acted on Yi Qixing's mind and filled his heart.
That is the vicissitudes of time.
It is a destiny that is destined for a person from birth.
The life and failures he experienced in the past echoed in his heart, appearing before his eyes like a marquee. For a moment, Yi Qixing could clearly feel that he seemed to be getting older.
He asked himself in his heart: Are you really old?
The answer is, of course, no need to answer.
Reviewing life and failures again, some confusions in the past were cleared up, and he strengthened his faith and made the same move——
"Kenshin Sword."
The swordsman and the sword have reached mutual understanding, the sword hearts are in harmony, and the sword seal on the body is released. One heart is a sword, and one sword has no heart. Wherever the heart goes, everything in the world is not a sword.
From touching the swordless realm to officially entering this realm.
Even if the understanding is still shallow, it is still a qualitative change.
One word for Tao and one word for sword. What does it mean to reach the top?
The sword that is practiced every day, the sword that clears the clouds and reveals the sun, turns into a blow that shatters the wind, clouds, and dawn, with a resounding sound.
Echoes, scattered in the wind.
The sword energy passed through Xiao Shu's left shoulder, and the sword edge came out from behind Yi Qixing. There was no overwhelming power, no violent turbulence that would make the world pale, only a splash of blood.
The strong force counterattacked, and Yi Qixing's figure fell back several feet.
Victory or defeat will be decided accordingly.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
The sound of violent breathing echoed on the top of Nu Mountain, a gloomy figure stood with a sword, the setting sun was like blood, and a drizzle fell from the sky.
The people watching the battle at the top of the mountains had their eyes fixed on the battlefield.
Suddenly.
Peng!
The sword energy bursting out from behind dyed his clothes red.
Gubiao outside the dust·Yiqixing, defeated!
He wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth: "Your sword."
"That is my destiny, the path I am destined to go through, so I accept it calmly and work with one heart every day to eliminate the corruption and preserve the greenness of the sword. I practice every day to keep my sword heart from falling."
Life Xiaoshu, whose breathing gradually calmed down, turned into an unexpected string, and contained the lonely and angry force in it, showing a calm attitude.
"I will seek retribution from you for today's defeat."
"When we meet again in the future, I hope you can let me see your unique beauty."
The final battle of the best sword in the world is over.
Next, it’s time to show off the real best sword in the world.
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