The blood-drinking magic knife was swung out.
It only brought up a ray of breeze, blowing the hair on people's temples, facing the clouds falling from the sky.
Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.
What kind of sword technique is this? Can it really compete with the sword technique in the sky?
Only Zhao Ling, looking at the long knife that resisted all her hopes in this life, looked with deep trust in his eyes.
in a blink.
Two completely different concepts of swordsmanship met in the air.
Wind against clouds.
Intangible versus qualitative.
The two collided, and there was no wave in the sky.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but become more puzzled.
suddenly.
There seemed to be an invisible breeze, like a silent drizzle seeping into the clouds.
Then, he rolled up the knife of clouds.
As if in response to the poem "The gods should be crazy drunk, smashing the white clouds into pieces", all the clouds in the sky were turned into white clouds, filled with water vapor.
The biting cold wind of the north blew through.
Groups of clouds suddenly turned into pieces of snowflakes as big as goose feathers, falling from the sky.
On the third day of March, the ice and snow began to melt.
A rare heavy snow fell in the sky.
In front of the Sifang City, the heroes of the North and the Yuanshen Grandmaster looked up at the sky, with expressions of wonder and shock on their faces.
Is this... a sword technique only possessed by gods?
Such sword skills have surpassed their cognition. Completely surpassing the realm of ordinary Yuanshen masters. The two Northland Sword Masters have reached the ultimate pinnacle in their understanding of the Sword Way.
The skills are close to the Tao!
However.
Is this kind of knife just a test?
Just kidding!
"good very good."
Just then.
A tall figure walked slowly from the city gate.
With a figure of about ten feet tall and a clumsy and resolute face, Song Youque was wearing a light yellow uniform and holding a bronze broad sword in his hand - the supreme heavenly sword of the giant god clan. Apart from that, there is nothing foreign about him.
There wasn't even a giant god tribesman around.
However, the aura of this single person seemed to overwhelm thousands of troops. The aura that had dominated the Northland for decades made the onlookers in front of Sifang City subconsciously take a step back.
Dare not look directly at his face.
Song Youque stood still in front of the city gate, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and stared at Yang Gang, whose aura was further integrated with Zuowang Daoyun than before.
With the blood-drinking magic knife in his hand.
Eyes full of interest.
"After thirty years of waiting, you...really didn't disappoint me."
"Heh~~ you didn't disappoint me either."
Yang Gang tilted his head and looked at the sky, as if to say: Go to the sky to fight between life and death?
"good."
A deep shout.
The two figures disappeared from the place.
A person with the power to control the world and a height of ten feet, silently.
A violent force suddenly kicked on the ground, and the infinite Gang Qi broke through the air.
Yang Gang caught up with Song Youque in the blink of an eye.
"Hahaha, it's a heavenly sword, right? Eat me first!"
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
The two of them instantly fought in the sky.
Countless people on the ground looked up and looked into the distance, unable to distinguish each other's figures for a moment. I only felt that countless swords and swords collided with each other in the electric light and flint, and produced divine light, which was dazzling.
"Wonderful!"
"Brother, please tell me who has the upper hand!"
"The upper hand?"
"They're just starting to warm up!"
"Well……?"
Hundreds of meters above the sky, two figures suddenly separated.
Song Youque held the Heavenly Sword in his hand and looked domineering.
He looked at Yang Gang with burning eyes, as if he was expecting something.
Just like thirty years ago, he cultivated and expected his daughter, hoping that one day she would... be able to kill him.
This is his imperfect way of heaven.
It's a pity that no one in this world can understand his sword skills.
Neither can Yang Gang.
suddenly
Song Youque frowned and looked carefully at the Gang Qi outside Yang Gang's body that supported his flight.
"Are you at the True Gang Realm?"
A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he asked puzzledly: "Why?"
No matter how powerful a person in the True Gang Realm is, he can only fly in the air for a short period of time. Fighting against the realm of Yuanshen will inevitably consume countless energy in vain to maintain the tossing and turning flight path in the air.
He didn't understand why Yang Gang hadn't broken through to the realm of Yuanshen after thirty years of talent.
After all, Yang Gang today does not have the kind of power that transcends the human world like Zuowang Daoyun.
Using Zhen Gang to fight Yuanshen, is this looking down on Song?
"It's enough to deal with you." Yang Gang had no intention of explaining anything.
He raised the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword and slashed forward.
"let's start!"
I saw a dazzling and blazing sword light, condensing on the pure black blade, a sun that covered the sky as if from ancient times, and suddenly fell towards Song Youque.
this moment.
There seemed to be a second sun in the sky, and the power of God that was so bright that it could not be seen directly pressed down on everyone's hearts.
Song Youque frowned.
An angry look of being looked down upon flashed in his eyes.
The supreme heavenly sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.
It also carries a heavenly power that cannot be seen directly, as if it is holding the will of God and colliding with the giant sun that covers the sky.
boom!
this moment.
The sky... fell!
In Sifang City, countless people raised their heads blankly, looking at the terrifying edge in the sky.
Is this... really something that a person in the Zhen Gang realm can do?
The sword demon is still Zhen Gang?
What has he been doing for the past thirty years? Why is it still the realm of Zhen Gang!
Hearing these words, all the Yuanshen Grandmasters who rose into the air to watch the battle at close range showed expressions of disbelief.
If this is all true Gang realm, then what does their hundreds of years of practice mean?
Has it been cultivated on pigs?
The light in the sky gradually faded.
Two stand-alone figures were revealed.
There was no wind or cloud beside Song Youque, but his originally contemptuous expression became more solemn.
The air of mortal world was billowing under Yang Gang's feet, and the manic Zhanqing Zhengang seemed to be endless, lifting his body.
'Feng Tian Yi Dao' and 'You Que Yi Dao' were evenly matched.
Neither of them even had any damage to their clothes or hair.
"What, am I qualified to fight you now?" Yang Gang said calmly.
"Okay, I take back what I just said."
Song Youque's face twitched.
There is a feeling of being slapped in the face.
He has dominated the Northland for several generations, and he has always been the only one to score points for overcoming challenges. How could he have ever been evenly matched after being challenged by someone overtaking him?
The feeling of this moment.
This made this Heavenly Sword feel very uncomfortable.
Yang Gang smiled slightly.
This is the golden body of the Hundred Tribulation Demon God with the power of Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants. After advancing to the True Gang Realm, it is so powerful that it integrates into the heart of Zhanqing Dao!
"Okay, continue!"
Song Youque looked solemn and stopped talking nonsense.
With his sword in front, he executed the second form of the Youque Heavenly Sword: Breaking the Tribulation.
Yang Gang was happy and not afraid.
The same sword slashed through the mountains and seas.
The two extremely powerful forces collided fiercely together again. One is indestructible, and the other is like the power of mountains and seas layer upon layer.
The swordsmanship of both sides was straight and straight, without any trace of cunning or cunning.
Every time the knife falls, it is a direct collision of power and Gangqi.
Yang Gang's body was full of energy and blood, and the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants combined with the Zhanqing True Gang, made his whole body seem to be transformed into the strongest sword in the world.
Song Youque reached the ultimate level, and the power of his soul controlled the world. Every bit of his power was not wasted, and he performed Youque's sword technique to the pinnacle of the human world.
In an instant.
The Supreme Heavenly Sword and the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword collided and separated again and again.
Fen Tian, Shan Hai, Yuan Shen... Youku, Hua Jie, Giant God... these two people on the four-sided city, in front of the world, performed the ultimate in the art of swordsmanship in the world.
It was hard to tell apart for a while.
"Hahaha~~" Yang Gang laughed suddenly, heartily.
The special skill of developing, inviting the Heavenly Sword... He did it!
This fierce battle can be described as exciting.
The people below were fascinated by what they saw, and countless teenagers could not help but admire Yang Gang in the sky.
Using Zhen Gang to fight Yuanshen, his opponent is Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword who has already reached the pinnacle of the human world!
In the past, they would never have dared to do this!
"about there."
"It's time to finish."
The two suddenly stopped and stared at each other.
"If that's all, then the next blow..." Song Youque said slowly.
"That's the end!" Yang Gang suddenly shouted.
The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword slashed out lightly.
It seems to be without any weight and full of an ethereal and uncertain artistic conception. It makes people forget time, space, and everything around them...
this moment.
The clouds, wind, and snowflakes in the sky seemed to have stopped.
The blood-drinking magic knife struck towards Song Youque's heart bit by bit.
The style of this sword... has completely surpassed the extremes of the human world, and gives a glimpse of the wonderland! Just like the way of sitting and forgetting back then, it was Yang Gang's 30 years of painstaking practice in the Art of Killing Love and the re-unification of the art of sitting and forgetting.
Faced with such a sword, faced with this brand new Zaowang sword, faced with the sword that cut into his heart thirty years ago.
How will Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword, respond?
"It's so easy to forget the sword!"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Youque's mouth.
As the Supreme of the North, the most outstanding genius in the North for thousands of years, when has he... ever disappointed anyone?
