When two swordsmen of equal strength meet at the same time, whoever has stronger sword intent will win.
At this moment, everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the two of them. They vaguely felt that the outcome of this sword would determine the key to today's victory or defeat.
One sword, victory or defeat!
"Boom!"
The infinite sword intent flooded everything and destroyed everything. Luo Qingyang's body was bathed in the center area of the sword intent. His expression was calm and unruffled. He looked up at the sword intent flying in the void. He waved his palms, and one after another sword intent descended on him in the west, like stars surrounding him. Generally speaking, he looks like a swordsman.
"Buzz!"
There was a soft sound, and Luo Qingyang's long hair flew up, his clothes rolled, and his figure suddenly rose into the air. The sword light flowed on the surface of his body, bright and dazzling.
The breeze blew by, blowing away Luo Qingyang's black hair and clothes. There was a look of disdain in his eyes, and his lips wriggled, spitting out a clear and tough word:
"This sword determines victory or defeat!"
"Crash!!"
Sword sounds came out from Luo Qingyang's body one after another, and countless sword intentions spurted out from his body. The whistle of the sword was endless, as if it was going to penetrate the clouds and pierce the eardrums of the crowd.
"Is this the last sword, 'Mountain Ghost'!"
Fanatic admiration appeared on everyone's faces, and their hearts were beating fiercely. Luo Qingyang's sword was so domineering. His sword intention seemed to blend into the nine heavens and fit in with the heaven and the earth. The feeling of loneliness and isolation with the sky made countless people I feel the same way, and I wish I could set foot on Jiutian and appreciate the endless lonely scenery.
"Chila!"
The sound of a sharp blade tearing apart the space was heard, and a wave of extreme loneliness swept out, covering the entire city of Muliang. Many people couldn't help but close their eyes, unwilling to look at the sword light again.
However, even so, many people may still be reluctant to close their eyes.
They knew that this sword would rewrite history.
Pei Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he used his sword to kill the phoenix, destroying the eternal romance!
It was the ultimate killing blow, invincible. No matter how many swords in the world swept over it, it remained immortal. The sword became more and more powerful and domineering, crushing everything one by one.
Soon, a small crack was born, and then the crack spread and gradually expanded.
"Pfft!"
Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes.
With one sword, the sword curtain was torn apart.
This scene shocked the hearts of countless people and made people feel suffocated.
The mountain ghost is broken!
Luo Qingyang's pupils shrank sharply, but soon, a relieved expression appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "You win."
Hearing this voice, many people's hearts twitched violently. Luo Qingyang gave up. This was something they could not imagine.
Pei Qing, did he really win?
"Incredible, Pei Qing actually defeated Luo Qingyang!"
"Today I am witnessing history!"
"The last two swords are really amazing!"
"I still practice bird sword, but I will never reach this level in my life!"
"Don't say you don't want to practice swordsmanship. I don't even want to practice swordsmanship!"
“……”
Voices of praise rang out one after another. The last two swords of Pei Qing and Luo Qingyang were so amazing. They saw it with their own eyes and could not forget it. They all understood that this was a rare opportunity to understand.
However, Pei Qing looked indifferent, as if he had expected it.
"Why is City Lord Luo hiding his secrets? As far as I know, your strongest sword is Guoshang, right?" Pei Qing said slowly, with a calm tone, as if he was casually chatting about family matters.
After the words fell, the surrounding space suddenly became a little quieter, and everyone's eyes flashed sharply.
It turned out that Luo Qingyang had another trick up his sleeve.
"It seems true that Luo Qingyang still has a sword, but I don't know why he didn't use it in the end."
"National mourning? Just hearing the name makes me feel depressed!"
"Is this sword really there?"
"Then why did he admit defeat?"
“……”
Many people were confused and looked at Luo Qingyang. In their minds, Luo Qingyang was ranked fifth, which meant that he was far more than that. It was obvious that he still retained his strength.
Luo Qingyang glanced at Pei Qing and asked with a faint smile: "Do you want to see Guoshang?"
Pei Qing didn't answer, just nodded silently.
He wanted to meet.
He wanted to see how strong Guoshang, the fifth best swordsman in the world, was.
Seeing this, Luo Qingyang pondered for a moment, and then said loudly to everyone: "Please, gentlemen, retreat eight hundred feet!"
As soon as these words came out, countless people frowned. Although they did not understand what they meant, they followed Luo Qingyang's words and left here. After all, with the terrifying strength the two of them now displayed, they did not dare to approach the battle circle.
After everyone retreated, Luo Qingyang continued: "Since Brother Pei sincerely invites you, I will play a song of national mourning for you today!"
As soon as the words fell, a supreme and lonely sword power erupted, and the whole city of Muliang resounded with the roar of thousands of troops galloping, as if they were swearing an oath and roaring.
Various emotions such as war songs, wailing, sadness, and anger filled the city of Muliang, making many people's hearts tremble. They looked at Luo Qingyang in stunned silence, with huge waves in their hearts. Even though they were so far apart, they were still moved by it.
Luo Qingyang actually used the national tragedy as a sword and played a mournful war song.
At this moment, many people suddenly felt that the temperament of the sword in front of them had completely changed. It was no longer monotonous, lonely, desolate, and desolate, but instead carried a heroic and generous will to die.
Someone murmured in a low voice: "What is this sound? Why does it sound like a war drum?"
Another practicing swordsman immediately objected: "No, it's the sound of the sword roaring."
"The sound of these sword chants made me feel endless sadness. I seemed to have seen the scene of a dynasty emerging from scratch and then falling apart..."
"Is this the sword of national mourning?"
A song of national mourning wailed in the sky, and countless practicing swordsmen were deeply touched, and infinite sadness arose in their hearts.
Some women burst into tears and burst into tears.
"boom……"
Luo Qingyang stepped forward, holding a long sword in his hand, and an unparalleled momentum bloomed. The long sword clanked and let out a war roar. The sword's intention reached the sky and turned into thousands of sword shadows hanging in the sky and earth.
Luo Qingyang, with his sword, will fight for the country!
Pathetic!
Sad!
desolate!
Endless grief swept out, and the world was filled with sadness. Many people felt an inexplicable impulse in their hearts. They suddenly felt that their throats were blocked and there was a sense of sadness.
The swords in all of their hands were trembling, as if they were resonating with the sword of national mourning.
Pei Qing stared at Luo Qingyang. There was a glint in his eyes. This sword gave him new inspiration. If he could understand it, it would be of great help to his swordsmanship.
"Keng, Keng..."
The sword chants became more and more passionate and high-pitched. Each sword chant seemed to contain some mysterious meaning, which resonated with countless practicing swordsmen. Their minds were swaying and it was difficult to control.
