The world today is supposedly peaceful.
After all, after ten years of truce, all countries have passed through the initial difficult period, and people's livelihood has gradually recovered.
But Zhao Yan came all the way from Wudang Mountain to Jishui Pass. Except for those who blocked the road, he didn't see any common people.
This made him a little surprised. Could it be that Dongchang had specially cleared the area just for this battle?
It is two hundred miles to clear the road, which is really a big deal.
But unfortunately, the people who were sent to block the way were really not good enough.
I don’t know if Dongchang underestimated him or...
In short, Zhao Yan no longer feels that this is a life and death situation.
The five people who blocked the road before tried their best but only caused him some internal injuries.
In addition, it is not appropriate to use "Speak as the law follows" today.
Otherwise, the body cannot bear the backlash.
"It seems that if we deal with this person, we can escape unscathed."
Zhao Yan didn't know Ye Gucheng.
All he knew was that this guy was strong.
return…
Very pretentious!
Wearing white clothes and a sword, do you think you are Ximen Chuixue?
certainly.
If Ximen Chuixue had not gone to Qixia Town many years ago, he would have mistakenly admitted the two of them.
But even though there was only one enemy left, Zhao Yan was more cautious.
He walked to Banhe and stopped her from dismounting.
"No need to dismount, no need for a sword case."
Zhao Yan tapped the Qitian Sword Box twice, and the Zhenwu Sword suddenly popped into his hand.
"Just use this handle."
He held a sword flower in his arm, held it upside down behind his back, and walked towards Ye Gucheng.
"What kind of sword is that?"
Geng Yujing asked strangely.
It's just that when he asked the question, he no longer expected Banhe to answer him.
Along the way, there were too many questions and unanswered questions!
Unexpectedly, this time, Banhe answered him in the most concise way.
"Zhenwu."
"Zhenwu?"
Geng Yujing was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly widened.
"Zhenwu!"
"Is it Master's sword Zhenwu Sword?"
"How...how did it end up in the hands of the prince?"
"That's the Wudang leader's token!"
"impossible?"
Banhe looked at him sideways, smiled evilly, and stopped answering.
So Geng Yujing went from a dispensable question to several questions that he urgently wanted to know.
My heart is like a hundred cats scratching at me, ten thousand buckets rushing around...
……
The official system of each country is basically supervised by the Ministry of Industry.
First, the loess is tamped, and in some places, the soil is burned again with cooked soil and rice slurry to prevent insects and grass from growing.
The main road is paved with a layer of large stone slabs, while the local paths are paved with gravel.
The same was true in the Ming Dynasty. The main road in front of Jishuiguan was built very flat and smooth.
Walking on it, although it cannot be compared with the asphalt roads of later generations, it seems to be more suitable for walking than cement roads.
Ding.
Three feet in front of Ye Gucheng, Zhao Yan followed his example and placed his Zhenwu Sword on the ground.
"Seeing as you know how to use a sword, how about you each use a move to determine the outcome?"
"I think so too."
Contrary to what Zhao Yan expected, the other party actually agreed.
Judging from the look of his white clothes and a silver sword, his black underwear and a strange black sword look more like a villain who is about to be taken away.
What's more, even in terms of appearance, the other party doesn't lose much.
Except that he looks past middle age, his facial features and demeanor are excellent.
His face was very white, as white as white jade, and his eyes were not completely black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like cold stars.
Wearing a crown of sandalwood beads and a snow-white robe blown by the breeze, she looked like a flying fairy descending into the world.
That's how it looks...
It costs at least a million to cook duck in one night.
Zhao Yan murmured something in his heart, immediately threw away distracting thoughts, united his mind, and reached his peak state in an instant.
Seeing that Zhao Yan finally became serious, Ye Gucheng showed a satisfied smile.
"I didn't want to take action."
"But the eunuch said you have a sword."
"It happens that you also want to decide the outcome with one sword, so come on."
He lifted the long white sword with the utmost gentleness and held it horizontally in front of him.
"The sword's name is Feihong. It was forged by overseas cold-iron elites. It has a three-foot-three blade and a net weight of six kilograms and two ounces."
"I only have one move, I hope you won't let me down."
Ye Gucheng's words were very candid.
Tell the opponent all the information about the sword at a glance.
You must know that in a duel between experts, every detail can determine the outcome.
"The name of the sword is Zhenwu. I don't know its length and weight. I only know that it was the sword used by Zhang Laodao of Wudang."
When Zhao Yan heard the name "Feihong", he already knew who his opponent was.
I also understand what I will face...
Definitely the strongest sword move so far.
Baiyun City Lord Ye Gucheng!
The sword technique created by the charm of the Eight Immortals of Jishangdong.
Flying fairy from heaven!
"It doesn't matter, I recognize this sword."
Ye Gucheng said gently, and then half-sword was unsheathed.
Within a radius of one mile, the sword energy suddenly appeared in all directions and was extremely sharp.
The sky turned blue and cloudless for a while.
cold…
The coldness that penetrates the bone marrow.
Zhao Yan was in the center of the sword move, and felt a chill at this moment.
Just half of the sword is already so powerful, and what will happen when the sword is fully drawn.
"It's a pity that the real martial arts has no sheath..."
He sighed softly and slowly squatted forward.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and began to gather momentum, just to strike out with the strongest sword.
The sharp sword energy whipped up a terrifying gust of wind, but not a wisp of smoke was picked up.
The flying fairy in the sky, flawless and unsullied, indeed lives up to his reputation.
"Are they dueling with swords?"
Li Xunhuan looked shocked.
Someone actually dared to compete with Ye Gucheng in swordsmanship.
Is it because I don’t know the name or am I too confident in myself?
Thinking of Zhao Yan's previous performance, I thought he would continue to use "Words and Methods" to coordinate with the combat power of the Celestial Realm.
Unexpectedly, he would choose to use sword moves to decide the outcome.
"Sister, Ye Gucheng is known as the Sword God, is Zhao Yan about to lose..."
“The wise do not act, but the brave are fearless.”
Yao Yue did not answer Lian Xing's question directly.
But her answer aroused Li Xunhuan's approval. After thinking about it for a while, he kept nodding.
"What the Grand Palace Master said... really makes sense."
As he spoke, the wind and thunder in the battlefield were violent and violent, and it seemed that only two people holding swords were left in the world.
Boom!
A bolt of thunder, as bright as day, pierced the sky and exploded between the two of them.
In an instant, the Feihonghan Sword was unsheathed, and Ye Gucheng soared into the sky, condescending, as if he was a king controlling the world.
Then he struck down with his sword, and the light of the sword was like a flying rainbow. It stabbed Zhao Yan with a startling light and lightning.
The sword energy seemed to freeze time, and at this moment, the color of the world changed.
Everyone showed an inexplicable look of horror, because of this sword that stirred the world.
Only Zhao Yan closed his eyes.
The tip of the Zhenwu Sword in his hand was raised an inch.
"I have a sword..."
"Behead the body, behead the mind, and also behead the sky!"
In an instant, Zhenwu cut through the sky with bloody light.
