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It's not that there are no skills in other works such as "Fengyun", like the moment when the Juggernaut realizes Sword Twenty-Three on the three-point school field, what it mainly highlights is a kind of spirit that warriors are unwilling to succumb to in the face of heaven, earth and fate. spiritual heritage.

This radiance of spiritual will overshadows almost everything else.

On the other hand, Sword Twenty-Three at this time was not invincible or indestructible, and its flaws were only exposed in "Fengyun 3" and gradually improved.

But now it is different, there is no tyrannical power that makes one's heart palpitate, but it can be seen more clearly that these swordsmen, who are limited by their own strength, are also pursuing the ultimate of swordsmanship.

The level of strength is divided into upper and lower levels, but some pursuits lead to the same goal by different routes, and it will not be restricted by insufficiently clever strength.

It is a way of skill close to Tao, perfect sword skill is also the way of sword, not covered by those dazzling and complicated lights of power, it is clear at a glance.

They followed the slow progress of the movie, and they stepped into this ancient and prosperous country, the graceful imperial city Forbidden City.

Passing through the Supreme Harmony Gate, the main hall is covered with golden glazed tiles, which looks like a golden world under the moonlight.

"Look, is the decisive battle about to start?" Dong Qingli stood under the imperial city excitedly, among the crowd watching the battle.

"Senior Sister, is this the Imperial City?" Mu Qing took Yuebai's hand and looked around. Jiang Xiaoyue, who was next to her, also brought a big white deer, looked left and right curiously, the crowd was noisy, and the bright moon hung high.

"Here we come! We come!" Nalan Hongwu, Zong Wu and other warriors were also standing under the hall, looking up at the corner of the hall.

"Is that Ximen Chuuxue?"

Under the moonlight, I really saw the figure in white, with a fluttering figure, as if coming from the wind.

Only when you really see such a person will you truly feel what it means to be "a kind of person who is close to the realm of God."

As he said: "My sword is not for looking at".

"When you stabbed their throat with a sword, and watched the blood bloom under your sword, if you can see the brilliance of that moment, you will know that there is absolutely nothing comparable to that kind of beauty .”

His swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of killing people.

Perhaps such a swordsmanship cannot be mixed with a series of impurities such as emotions.

The front and back of the ridge of the hall were almost full of people, including the audience from the three stores in Yuanyang City, Jiuhua City, and Banbian City.

They all stretched their necks and looked up.

The moon was already in the sky, and on the golden glazed roof, both of them were dressed in white clothes like snow, spotless.

"It looks amazing..." Jiang Xiaoyue opened her eyes wide, and in a blink of an eye, she saw all the crowd watching with wide eyes.

"These warriors are so stupid..." Xun Yuan subconsciously uttered an Internet swearword.

At this time, Ximen Chuuxue was still expressionless on the main hall, and raised the sword in his hand: "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels."

Ye Gucheng said: "Good sword!"

Ye Gucheng also raised the sword in his hand, and said: "This sword is the elite of overseas cold swords, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels."

Although the swords of the two have been raised, they are still not out of the sheath - the action of drawing the sword is also an indispensable part of swordsmanship, and any place that can be compared seems to want to compete.

To distinguish the two sides, whether it is true or not, is sincere to the sword.

"Damn it!" Mo Xian and a group of sister monks from the Nanhua Sect were also watching at this time, subconsciously covering their mouths and exclaiming, they have been on the Internet for a long time, and now they have learned to be rude.

"It's still like this... so handsome!" Song Qingfeng really wished that the one standing on top of him was himself, how could he be so handsome in a decisive battle? !

"Why don't we try it after reading it later..." Lin Shao next to him thought about reading it later, or whether he should try it himself.

Tang Yu: "I'll try it after I finish watching..."

With the confusing incidents one after another, the final decisive battle between the two, the truth that was constantly obstructed gradually surfaced. From the assassination and treason, a magnificent and meticulous character is gradually full.

The lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng, is like a high god.

This is a lonely and terrifying person, his swordsmanship, Flying Immortal, is as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds.

His mind is also as unfathomable as the abyss and the sea.

He is the white cloud in the blue sky overseas, and also the dark cloud that covers the entire imperial city when "black clouds overwhelm the city."

These audiences also gradually felt that there is a different magnificence in this world.

If it was the time when Fang Qigang opened the shop, they would have seen it at that moment, perhaps the sword at this moment was neither exciting nor intense.

Because their blades have not even touched, they have already started to change continuously. People move very slowly, but the blades change very quickly.

This kind of battle is not exciting, there is no gorgeous sword spirit, simple and unpretentious

Nalan Hongwu was able to understand the horror of this state because of his deep attainments on this path—no matter how you avoid it, what you will face is essence, energy, spirit, speed, strength, position, and even the world. Waiting for everything, the most perfect peak sword that can be done.

It was a near-perfect control, where the heart moved and the sword moved, and even gave people the illusion that no reaction time was needed.

What is even more frightening is that no matter how their swords, their positions, or the enemy's positions change, Nalan Hongwu can be sure that their next sword strike will still be flawless.

Perhaps in the past, they never thought that there would be such a contest.

Now what everyone sees is only the shaking of the sword edge, the movement of people, and the sword still hasn't come out.

But Nalan Hongwu really understands, he can even see that just one shaking may bring about countless games between the two sides.

This is a terrifying computing power.

And their almost perfect control ability, when they find even the slightest chance, will instantly evolve this change that only exists in the "virtual" into a real perfect sword!

Because it is not covered by those extravagant powers, it can be seen more clearly.

If it was a truly advanced cultivation base, Nalan Hongwu could hardly imagine that there is any existence in this world who can escape from such a sword.

In the end, they finally saw the two swords out.

At this time, the light of the stars and the moon became fainter, and all the brilliance of the heaven and the earth had concentrated on the two swords.

They only took one sword.

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations from the entire store.

They saw that Ye Gucheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword seemed to be tied with an invisible thread—his wife, his family, and his feelings were all this invisible thread.

There was a slight gap between the two sides.

Nalan Hongwu, Zongwu and even a group of monks including Gu Tingyun.

At this time, they all opened their mouths wide, as if there was a voice in their throats that wanted to shout out, but they were strangled by their necks.

The audience was silent.

The bright moon has disappeared, and the starlight has also disappeared, disappearing in the first dawn in the east!

Everyone saw this, silently.

Perhaps at this moment, there are two more names in the hearts of all of them.

A name like a god.

I will also remember this decisive battle like a brand in my heart.

Like poetry and songs, on a full moon night, on the top of the Forbidden City, with a sword coming from the west, immortals will fly from the sky.

It took a long time before I slowly woke up from the aftertaste.

"Ah——! That's great!" After reading it, Song Qingfeng almost roared out.

"One sword to the west, flying immortals from beyond the sky..." Nalan Hongwu murmured and repeated these two sentences, even this old man who had experienced a lot, couldn't help but his eyes turned red, as if he was quite moved.

I saw Su Tianji raised the Moxue Excalibur that she took out of her pocket: "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels."

It feels very handsome.

Xue Daolv, the head next to him, saw him, and his face twitched: MMP, this is Mo Xue, okay!

Then Nalan Mingxue also took out the Xueyin Kuangdao, and said coldly: "This is an overseas cold sword elite, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade is three feet three feet, and the net weight is six catties and four taels!"

Feeling very good about myself!

Others burst into tears: MMP, you are showing off Chiguoguo!