"You finally came!"
Ximen Chuixue finally opened her eyes and looked at Pei Qing. The sword light flashed in her eyes and her voice was as cold as ice.
"Please enlighten me!"
This time, there was no fancy self-introduction or flashy etiquette. Pei Qing spoke clearly. As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant sword light swept across.
This sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground, boundless, yet extremely sharp, suppressing the energy of everyone around him as soon as it was released.
This kind of attack is simple and unpretentious, but it has the most amazing effect.
"What a strong swordsmanship!"
"As expected of being the ninth best swordsman in the world!"
There were exclamations from the onlookers, and the spectators who were a little nervous at first also became excited. They had never seen or heard of such swordsmanship.
"Zheng!"
Faced with such a stunning sword, Ximen Chuixue only did one thing.
Draw your sword!
A dazzling sword light shone, piercing the sky, and struck Pei Qing's sword light.
At this moment, the entire Longhuping seemed to be quiet, except for the clanging sound of the two sword lights colliding.
"Tsk!"
The place where the two sword lights collided erupted with endless brilliance, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye rippled towards the Western Zhou Dynasty, setting off snowflakes all over the sky, completely covering the entire Longhuping, blocking everyone's sight.
The sword glow surged.
Figures, one black and one white, kept shuttling and fighting.
The moves of both of them are simple and ordinary, but every move and every move possesses great power, which makes people flinch.
At this moment, there were no fancy moves, just the hard shock between sword light and sword light, sparks sputtering, and the sound of explosions was endless and shocking.
The sword light flashed vertically and horizontally, and the energy surged.
The many Jianghu people watching the battle were so excited that they had completely forgotten their surroundings and were immersed in such a hearty sword-fighting.
"What a fast sword!"
"happy!"
"This sword is so beautiful."
"The sword is like a flowing light, like a flying fairy!"
"These two are worthy of being the top ten masters of swordsmanship in the world. Their swordsmanship is so strong!"
Whether they were ordinary knights-errants or heroes from all walks of life, they were all deeply impressed by such a showdown at this moment, and they couldn't help but cheer.
The breeze blew and the flying snow gradually stopped.
The fallen leaves fell and the sword light disappeared.
On Longhuping, two figures, one black and one white, faced each other in the distance, neither of them took any further action.
Ximen Chuixue closed his eyes, the aura around him was still calm, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry.
Pei Qing calmed down his aura and became extremely restrained. He held the Ming Suzaku in his hand and stood there like a stone sculpture without any change.
Neither of them spoke or made any move.
But the more this happens, the more frightening it becomes.
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified. Except for the occasional cold wind, there was only the sound of falling leaves.
The snow is heavy.
It's very cold.
But the sword is colder!
The next second, Ximen Chuixue moved.
Some people say that Ximen Chuixue blew blood instead of snow because his sword was very cold.
His sword is faster than the wind, lighter than the flying snow, and softer than the fallen leaves.
The sword is as cold as frost and as cold as ice!
He took one step forward, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge so sharp that no one dared to look at it.
At this moment, the temperature on Longhuping suddenly dropped, and a chilling and chilling atmosphere filled the air, making many people's hearts tremble.
"Such a strong sword intent!"
Everyone exclaimed and backed away, fearing that they would be implicated.
"call out!"
A sword sound sounded.
This sword sound was very sudden, almost appearing out of thin air.
Pei Qing draws his sword!
He moved very slowly, surprisingly slowly. He was like an old woman pushing a millstone, handing out the Ming Suzaku Sword bit by bit. It looked very laborious, even a bit slow, even a three-year-old child could do it. Get out of the way.
However, it was this slow sword move that made Ximen Chuixue feel a huge danger.
He did not dodge, but faced the sword. The long sword in his hand was slanted out. The sword light flashed, and a sword light flashed towards Pei Qing.
At this moment, the fallen leaves stopped.
The snow also stopped.
The sword intent also stopped flowing.
Everything seemed to have stopped.
This is a scene that cannot be described in words. Two figures, one black and one white, meet in mid-air, and then quickly separate, passing by each other in the air, leaving a series of afterimages.
This is a difficult picture to paint.
One second, two seconds...
It took a full five seconds for everyone to recover from their sluggishness.
At this time, Ximen Chuixue and Pei Qing had returned to their original positions to confront each other.
The wind continues to blow, the snow is still falling, and the fallen leaves are still dancing in the wind.
Blank!
The two have yet to decide the winner.
However, Ye Gucheng was defeated.
He just watched the battle and did not participate in it. He already knew that he was no match for Pei Qing and Ximen Chuixue. Their sword intent was so terrifying that he could not muster the courage to take action.
Pei Qing looked at Ximen Chuixue and asked, "How many swords do you have left?"
"Three swords!"
Ximen Chuixue's indifferent voice sounded, but no one felt the slightest emotion.
Ximen Chuixue has always been like this.
He can only speak three swords, and after three swords, the winner will definitely be determined.
Pei Qing said: "Then three swords!"
The two looked at each other, their eyes burning with passion and their fighting spirit overwhelming.
At this moment, there was silence on Longhuping. Everyone held their breath and looked at the two figures in the field.
Huanwan blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at the slender and tall figure in the field, her face full of disbelief.
She knew that Pei Qing, who could defeat Ye Gucheng, would be very strong, but she didn't expect that he would be so strong. Such a duel far exceeded her expectations.
The snow fell more and more heavily, the fallen leaves were flying, and a strong wind blew, making Ximen Chuixue's clothes rustle, and strands of black hair were flying, but Ximen Chuixue's face remained calm as ever.
"Uh-huh!"
He drew his sword.
His sword is really fast.
It was so fast that everyone could barely see his sword clearly. They only felt a bright sword light passing by. In an instant, this sword light appeared in front of Pei Qing.
"Sword twenty-one!"
Pei Qing's tone was calm, his wrist shook, and the Ming Suzaku swung, the blazing sword light illuminated the entire Longhuping. At the same time, a majestic air wave swept in all directions, shaking away the flying snow all over the sky.
The snow on the ground was swaying like boiling water, and then exploded into powder.
Sword twenty-one.
This sword first ignited the atmosphere in Longhuping, and countless people in the world screamed in surprise.
Pei Qing's Sword Twenty-One.
This is a swordsmanship that no one has ever seen before. Although they have only seen this style, it has already caused great shock to everyone in the world.
In an instant, the sword's light shone, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.
This is the simplest and crudest attack, this is the purest swordsmanship.
"Boom!"
Two extremely sharp sword intentions collided, and a terrifying wave of air exploded, causing dust to fly on Longhuping.
When the dust settled a little, the scene on Longhuping appeared in front of everyone's sight.
