The attack is like a strong wind and rain, and the mercury leaks to the ground; the defense is like a holy hand playing the harp, turning the enemy's moves invisible.
Both of them are unique geniuses in the world. Both of them have mastered the essence of martial arts. Their martial arts are unfathomable and cannot be described.
How long will this battle last? Who wins this battle?
No one will know the two answers, not even themselves...
The water flows eastward, the leaves fall one after another, and the passing time passes quietly and slowly. When masters compete, victory or defeat can often be decided in just one move, and life or death can only depend on this one move.
It's just that the move that determines victory or defeat, life or death, is not necessarily the first move, it may be the tens or hundreds of moves. So how many moves have the two of them passed?
No one can see clearly, no one can calculate accurately, their moves seem to be endless, and they never seem to repeat any moves from beginning to end.
Everyone knew even more that they did not use their strongest tactics.
The so-called strongest moves are only used at critical moments that determine victory or defeat. If you are not sure, no one will use them easily; because any move that is not effective once it is used will only leave more possibilities for the opponent to deal with it.
The sun sets.
Two figures under the setting sun, one sword and one sword. It seems that they are the only two people left in the world. Only this sword and one sword are left. From the rising sun in the east to the setting sun in the west, their physical strength, their internal strength, and their minds are still there. At the peak.
Both Ye Gucheng and Lao Daobaozi knew that if they continued, they would be at a disadvantage.
Although he has not lost his internal strength, his energy and blood are insufficient, his body is weak, and he cannot hold on any longer...
The move suddenly stopped, it was already the thousandth sword.
Wu Ming seemed to have seen an opportunity, maybe he had seen a chance to win, because at this moment, everyone seemed to realize that the arbitrary sword seemed to have reached its end.
The sword moves stopped and his face became paler.
Wu Ming drew his sword, the light of the sword exploded, and the sword energy burst out of the wind, splitting the soil and rocks wherever it passed, but with one stroke, ten knives were struck in an instant, the speed was unbelievable.
The sword energy seems to be slashing in all directions!
In this emptiness-like sword technique, another sword came out randomly!
He took out his sword and the sword light flashed. With extremely fast, extremely fast, and extremely simple sword techniques, all the essences of the previous thousand sword techniques are unleashed. This is the Qian Yi, the thousand and first sword!
As long as this move is launched at any time, no one can counterattack; because this move does not allow the enemy any chance to counterattack; unless the enemy is dead, this move will be like a thousand swords drawn out, and the chaos will be endless.
The sword turns at will, the intention follows the destiny of the heart, the heart follows the movement of the spirit, and the skill is as advanced as the spirit; the sword with the sound of the string suddenly turns into a ball of cold light.
Facing the ten-pole sword energy, the cold light suddenly exploded...
The extreme moves converged, and the sword energy disappeared instantly, but the sword light was still there.
The sword light turned into a light rain, and at the speed of thunder and lightning, the sword rain flew up, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into the sword light. The breathtaking sword rain was as solid as a real thing.
The sound of the piano suddenly began to play. Being in the sound of the piano, one felt as if one was surrounded by sword energy. For a moment, the world was filled with sword light and roaring sword energy.
Who has seen such swordsmanship? Who knows how to resist?
Wu Ming raised his sword to the sky, and his sword intention came into being. The man and his sword merged into one, and the sword energy was hidden until the attack surrounded him, and he cut the ground with a sudden slash.
The two figures instantly turned into a sea of swords and waves!
The wind calmed down and the clouds dispersed. The invisible wind and tangible clouds seemed to be wiped out by the sea of knives and waves of swords.
The wave of swords in the sea of knives suddenly dispersed, and he used his sword again, stabbing Wu Ming with his sword. This was his second most proud sword, and he used a world-shaking sword.
No one can describe this sword, no words, no pictures, no words can describe this flying stab.
The blade trembled slightly, and Wu Ming also drew his sword. The sword itself was a murderous weapon, and his sword turned into the most vicious magic sword.
A stunning, chic, supreme, and arrogant sword, facing the killing demon sword that extinguishes the vitality of all things.
"Ding!" Sparks flew everywhere, the sword light dissipated, the sword light disappeared, and the sword and sword movements suddenly stopped.
The sword touches lightly, but the winner is still undecided.
Wu Ming's pupils suddenly narrowed, because he found that the paused sword movement suddenly started again. This movement had not stopped, the sword intention had not disappeared, the sword stabbed at the blade, and it still stabbed over.
The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and everything that was moving suddenly stopped.
Absolute stillness.
Wu Ming's sword could not withstand the sword, but the sword still stabbed him. Apart from the sword that kept vibrating, there seemed to be no other life in the world.
His eyes suddenly widened, and a look of determination appeared on his face.
The blade flicked slightly, and the sword thrust forward. The sword did not break. It was he who moved away from the blade, the sword that thrust out a sword of no air, no life, no life, no life.
There was no fear on his face, but there was a look of surprise on his face. It was a hand, an indescribable hand.
Yi Yi didn't expect that Wu Ming had another hand, and he didn't expect that the hand was actually grabbing the edge of the sword. That hand was like a scabbard trying to cover Yi Yi's sword.
No one could catch the sword. The sword flashed and blood splattered.
Wu Ming's left hand is like a blooming flower, but the sword's intention is in vain! He used his hand as a sheath, and even though the third sword had the power of death to wipe out all life, it was restored to the state of "nothing" by this hand.
It's like a sword that has not been drawn out of its sheath, with no edge left to show.
The sword light has arrived.
There is only one way to retreat.
As soon as he retreated, the sword light chased after him. The sword fell and the sword was not fired. This was Wu Ming's opportunity to win at the expense of his left hand.
His timing was just right and fatal. He had no luck, so he only used the purest sword skills, because once he got lucky, the blade would pause for a moment, and the opportunity would pass. The sword came too fast, and the wind of the sword was still behind the blade. .
The man is retreating and the sword is chasing. This battle should be over, and the victory or defeat has been decided. If there is no fourth sword!
The sword light diffused, and the diffused sword light suddenly escaped and disappeared.
The knife had reached Ran Ran's face, but it pierced Wu Ming's throat first.
An extremely desolate aura appeared in the heaven and earth... Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and bright lights burst out of the sky, shaking the people.
Heaven and earth are angry, immortals and Buddhas are frightened. This sword seems to be intolerable in the world...
Wu Ming looked at Ran Ran, his eyes had an indescribable complexity, like flames burning or ice condensing.
No one knew what happened. Ye Gucheng's eyes were already red, and he tried his best to see the true face of the last sword. It was not until many years later that he realized what the sword was.
Thirty years later, Ye Gucheng told a descendant in the briefest words.
He described it this way: This sword is not tolerated by heaven and earth!
After the sword light flashed up, it disappeared in an instant. In that fleeting sword light, the long sword like snow and jade, from bottom to top, came last and arrived first, actually turning the situation around in an instant.
That sword, from ancient times to the present, compared with any martial arts moves in the world, not only loses its luster, but also has no value in existence.
He seemed to be just swinging it casually, but the sword he swung was so fast, powerful, sharp, accurate, and transcendent, as if he had harnessed the power of heaven and earth and unleashed the magic of ghosts and gods.
That sword seemed transcendent and unearthly. Thunder suddenly rises from the sky, and the earth rises and falls, as if the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods are moved and angry by this sword.
