The white waves in Dongting are sparse with leaves, and Yan Hong begins to enter Wu Yunfei.
Wu Yun is cold, Yan Hong is bitter.
The wind whistles and the sand stays in Xiaoxiangpu, and the honest people shed tears like rain in autumn.
During the day, the mind is in heaven, and by looking at it, one can understand the Lord.
A strong man is angry and heroic.
Ande relied on the sword to cross the sea and cut down the long whale.
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The first day of the Western lunar month.
Pei Qing stood on a lone boat with his hands behind his back, looking at the mist-shrouded Cuiyun Peak in front of him, and said softly: "The sea of clouds is rolling, the scenery is beautiful, and it is suitable for swordsmanship."
After saying that, he tapped the water with his toes, and in an instant he flew over a hundred feet, riding the waves and flying towards Cuiyun Peak.
At this time, many people had gathered on Cuiyun Peak. They were all people from the world who came to watch the duel between Pei Qing and Xie Xiaofeng.
Today's battle is destined to cause a sensation in the world, and the onlookers who came to watch have all occupied good positions in advance.
Xie Xiaofeng closed his eyes and wore a green shirt, holding his sword and standing on the top of Cuiyun Peak, waiting for Pei Qing to climb the mountain.
"Uh-huh!"
A sound broke through the air.
A sword energy suddenly stabbed Xie Xiaofeng's throat.
Before the sword arrived, a fierce sword force was already pressing down, like a violent storm.
"coming!"
Xie Xiaofeng opened his eyes, his pupils flashed with light, he stretched out his right arm, sword energy flowed from his fingertips, and a sword finger popped out to meet the sword energy that was galloping towards him.
"Bang!"
The two terrifying forces collided, causing a deafening sound. The ground under Xie Xiaofeng's feet shook slightly and was covered with cracks.
The sword energy dissipated.
A figure appeared in Xie Xiaofeng's sight.
It's Pei Qing.
Wearing a cloth shirt, he walked through the air, exuding a powerful sword intent that made the branches and grass around him sway and rustle.
Then he slashed violently.
"Tsk!"
Sword energy burst out all over the sky.
The two sword energies intertwined, and a terrifying energy raged.
Xie Xiaofeng stood there, raised his head and looked at Pei Qing, who was coming out of the air, and said calmly: "With a single intention and a sword energy as bright as a rainbow, you are indeed qualified to let me draw my sword."
"Is he Pei Qing?"
"So strong!"
"The sword's intention reaches eight hundred feet into the sky. How many swordsmen should be stopped by this?"
"His sword intention is so strong?"
"As expected of the top ten masters of swordsmanship in the world, both of them are well-deserved!"
At the gate of Shenjian Villa, everyone gasped with shock. Although Pei Qing had long been the eighth best swordsman in the world, after all, many people had never seen a move. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they knew that Pei Qing was better than The rumors they heard were even more terrifying.
A cold light bloomed.
Xie Xiaofeng drew his sword.
The sword is unsheathed.
Suddenly, the sword energy soared into the sky.
The clanking sound of the sword was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Around the sword body, subtle lines appeared, which were signs of the sword energy condensing.
"Good swordsmanship!"
"As expected of Xie Xiaofeng, the sword energy has condensed into form. This level has reached the pinnacle of the sword master!"
"Both of them are not very old, but they have already practiced their swordsmanship to the extreme. Such potential is limitless!"
Seeing Xie Xiaofeng unsheath his sword, the people in the martial arts world watching the battle at Shenjian Villa started talking in low voices and became excited.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The sword's sharp edge cut through the void like a ghost's roar.
One sword after another.
Xie Xiaofeng handed out seventeen swords in succession, and the seventeen sword energies drew seventeen arcs in the air. He pointed at Pei Qing, who had his hands behind his back. Each sword contained terrifying killing intent.
The sword moves are fierce and cruel.
This is a sure-kill sword.
The sword moves are fast, accurate and ruthless.
Pei Qing looked calm and held out his sword.
One sword makes hundreds of flowers bloom.
The sword light burst out, dazzling and divided into seventeen sword auras to meet Xie Xiaofeng's sword aura.
"Boom!"
A loud noise came out, and the thirty-sixth sword energy collided, exploded, and spread into countless energy.
Xie Xiaofeng still stood there, his right arm holding the sword shaking slightly, but he still maintained the posture of drawing the sword.
"Hahaha…."
Pei Qing laughed loudly and said with a broad smile: "The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and one sword radiates cold across nineteen continents! Third Young Master Xie is really good at swordsmanship. I admire you, I admire you!"
After saying that, he stepped on the blue waves, jumped out again, and stabbed with a sword. With a whistling sword sound, the sword became more swift and fierce, striking Xie Xiaofeng's throat first.
"clang!"
Xie Xiaofeng blocked with his sword and slid back, with the soles of his feet touching the ground two meters apart. Just as he was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his neck.
Pei Qing drew his sword so fast that no one had time to defend himself.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were cold, staring at the Ming Dynasty Suzaku who was very close at hand.
"call out!"
A sound broke through the air.
Pei Qing drew his sword faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, sixteen sword shadows pierced Xie Xiaofeng's vital parts, blocking all his escape routes.
"Keng!"
Xie Xiaofeng turned slightly to avoid the attacks of five sword shadows, and the other eleven were all offset by the Nine Song Sword in his hand.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of dull collision sounds came from the center of the two people, and ripples of energy rushed towards the Western Zhou Dynasty, kicking up waves of dust.
Xie Xiaofeng's body kept moving back, and every time the soles of his feet landed, they would create deep pits in the ground. His robes rustled and his black hair danced wildly.
"What a fast sword!"
"Pei Qing's sword is so fast that it's hard to catch, and Jian's head is as cunning as a poisonous snake!"
"Third Young Master Xie is also very strong, but he still lacks some strength."
"Not really, Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is more than that."
There were many people in the crowd who knew how to use swords. They immediately judged the level of swordsmanship between the two, each holding his own and expressing his own opinions, without any bias towards anyone.
Xie Xiaofeng and Pei Qing's swordsmanship are both extraordinary and far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Therefore, their evaluations are also different.
"call out!"
Another sword energy struck through the air.
This time, Pei Qing's speed slowed down. Obviously, he changed his sword style and did not intend to crush Xie Xiaofeng with his sword moves.
Xie Xiaofeng looked serious, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes.
Pei Qing's sword was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were slightly sharp, he flipped his wrist, and his sword posture suddenly changed into a defensive stance. The sword energy moved around him, as if weaving a network to stop the erosion of the sword energy.
Pei Qing thrust out his sword again. The light of the sword flickered, like a sudden glimpse. It was so fast that it was difficult to catch, and even gave people the illusion that his sword only needed an instant to complete its momentum, and then exploded with devastating power. .
Faced with this stunning sword, Xie Xiaofeng did not choose to confront it head-on, but chose to avoid its attack temporarily.
He stepped back continuously, and the Nine Song Sword in his hand continued to block Pei Qing's blow, but he also knew that Pei Qing's most powerful thing was his sword intention, and he would not take risks on this point.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
The sword blades collided, the sound of sword chants resounded, and the sword intentions collided fiercely. Circles of air waves swept away, causing the surrounding air to become chaotic.
"Boom!"
Xie Xiaofeng stomped the ground with the soles of his feet, a ball of golden light erupted from his body, he rose into the sky, and slashed down with a sword.
This sword is completely different from before.
At this moment, Xie Xiaofeng's whole body was filled with sword intent, as if he had transformed into a sharp sword.
This sword is very slow, like the breeze blowing through the willows.
However, what the sword pointed at was a sword energy flowing horizontally and murderously. This was pure sword intent.
The wind is very slow but very fast.
The sword energy is also very slow, but extremely sharp.
This scene immediately caused quite a stir, as Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship was so exquisite.
"Bang!"
The two collided, and the swords glowed.
Xie Xiaofeng fell to the ground, the ground cracked, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
he got hurt!
But his eyes became more determined.
Since it's a matter of swordsmanship, it's just a matter of cents.
"Buzz!"
Nine songs tremble.
Xie Xiaofeng stepped forward step by step, his figure was elegant, and the tip of his sword pointed at him, killing him with one strike.
