The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

As soon as Ximen Chuixue's words came out, the field suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone's mind was lifted.

Everyone was looking forward to the fight between the two, but when the fight really came, they were entangled.

Because everyone knew that with their sword skills at this level, the victory or defeat might also be a matter of life and death.

People with a big difference in strength can stop at a certain point, but people with similar strengths need to fight for their lives even for a slight advantage.

This is the case with Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, and the same is true for Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan.

They are like a mountain pressing on everyone's heads, but they have also become everyone's goals and idols. No matter who loses or dies in the battle, it is difficult to accept.

Moreover, people not only want to see Ximen Chuixue fight Ye Gucheng, but also want to see him fight Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, and Yue Xuan. It would be a pity if it ended with just one battle.

"They are all people who have reached the extreme of sword skills. It would be boring to fight two by two." At this time, Yue Zhuoqun suddenly spoke.

With a smile on his face, he scanned the entire venue: "Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, Yue Xuan, since the five of you are known as the five strongest swordsmen in the world, why don't you fight together? Only in this way can the winner be determined convincingly."

Hearing this, the people in the venue were all shocked and agreed: "Leader Yue is right, this kind of battle is worthy of the saying of Huashan Sword Contest."

Ximen Chuixue's eyes showed interest, and he looked at the other four people expectantly and said: "What do you think?"

"Okay!" Ye Gucheng nodded first.

Yue Xuan also laughed: "This is exactly what I expect."

Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan did not speak, but stood up silently and walked into the venue.

The five people each held a long sword and stood in five directions, with a sharp aura emanating from them.

Ximen Chuixue's face was cold, like a thousand-year-old ice, freezing everything in the world.

Ye Gucheng has been aloof and proud all his life, like a pine tree standing on a cliff thousands of feet high, isolated and independent.

Xie Xiaofeng is full of nobility, with a close-fitting robe and a long sword in hand, but he has the bearing of a nobleman.

Yan Shisan is dressed in black and is taciturn, as if he has walked out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, exuding a deadly and ominous breath.

Yue Xuan is handsome and has a chic temperament. He is an unparalleled young man who is not affected by external things.

Five people, with different positions and different temperaments, are tit-for-tat.

Before they make a move, a powerful sword intent has been radiated, as if this space is divided into five worlds, crushing each other.

This is the collision of their wills and beliefs.

Five people, tit-for-tat, no matter who makes a move first, will be affected by the other four people, and will immediately be caught by the flaws and fall into the fate of being attacked by four people at the same time.

Therefore, they did not dare to act rashly, but had to collide with each other with their minds first, waiting for someone to reveal a flaw first.

Such a scene was a hundred times more dangerous than a real fight.

Even the heroes around them held their breath and dared not even breathe.

This state lasted for half a quarter of an hour, but they seemed to be separated from the outside world and were not in a hurry at all.

When the sun passed over a corner of the cliff of Yunv Peak, the sunlight fell into the field.

This ray of light broke the balance between the five people, and the collision of qi boiled like a raging fire.

Clang~

Five long swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the sound merged into one.

The dazzling divine light covered the entire Yunv Peak, even the sun's brilliance was suppressed.

People subconsciously closed their eyes and could not look directly. When their vision recovered, the five people had already rushed together.

There were no gorgeous sword moves, but each sword exerted the angle, speed, and power to the extreme. One more or one less would lose the artistic conception.

This was a terrible fight, each fighting for themselves and each against their own enemy. This was a battle that could bring out their strongest swordsmanship to the fullest.

They were emotionally excited, their hearts were beating violently, this was the excitement of meeting their opponents.

Although they were excited, their hands holding the swords were steady and powerful, without any outward movement.

Ding!

A long sword pierced into the sword group.

This was a dark, narrow and sharp sword, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, simple and sharp, and it was definitely a top-notch sword in the world.

The moment this sword pierced into the sword group, it bloomed an extremely fast afterimage, as if pulling everyone into a snowy world.

This was Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship realm. The sword in his hand had merged with himself, and he was sincere to the sword and devoted to the sword.

No, it should be said that he had become the sword.

The man and the sword were one, the body was the sword, and everything in the world was embraced by the sword method. Even the enemy's attack, breathing, and even a strand of hair that fell would be attracted by his sword moves and turned into his attack.

Everything in the world, both the enemy and ourselves, are all within his sword moves. This sword technique has transcended the ordinary moves and entered the realm ofThe artistic conception of Tao.

No self, no sword.

Only Tao, the sword art evolved from the artistic conception of sword art.

The four people of Ye Gucheng, who were still attacking each other in the last second, turned their attack targets into Ximen Chuixue at the same time as if they had telepathy.

With a firm will, he pulled himself out of his sword art that embraced everything, causing a gap in his perfect artistic conception.

Hula~

Four swords against one sword, finally dissolving this terrible move.

Buzz!

The next moment, a sword like the bright sun pressed down again, this time it was Xie Xiaofeng's sword.

All martial arts sword moves in the world have flaws, and people have more shortcomings and flaws, and Xie Xiaofeng's people and sword are no exception.

But when this sword was used, all the shortcomings disappeared.

Because he is Xie Xiaofeng, the emperor of swords!

As long as the flaws and shortcomings are in his hands, they will turn into the most terrible attack, washing away the fineness and turning decay into magic.

Even his opponent couldn't help but want to kneel down.

How could ordinary people resist such swordsmanship?

This is a swordsmanship that only the immortals in heaven and the devil king in the netherworld are qualified to resist.

And there is such a sword in the field.

A sword comes from the west, and the fairy from the sky flies.

It gathers the charm of the eight immortals in the upper cave, the blue sky and white clouds are flawless, and the sword comes down from the high place.

The beautiful sword moves make people indulge in it, and the body can't help but tremble, and even the bone marrow is filled with murderous intent hidden under the beauty.

The sword energy comes obliquely, the light is lightning, and all things wither.

There is another sword, which rises from the Shura Hell, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are devastated. This is a swordsmanship with death as its essence.

At the moment when the artistic conception of death unfolds, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood quietly rejuvenate.

Taking the Thirteen Deadly Swords as the root, the Fourteenth Sword evolved.

Imperial power, flying immortals, the netherworld.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the sword moves that had evolved to the extreme collided and dissolved each other until everything returned to death.

The mood of the people watching the battle in the field also returned to death with the sword intent, and the thought of despair and ruin arose in their minds.

But the next moment, this thought was extinguished.

In the death silence, a sword rose, like the first spiritual root of the beginning of the world, growing and spreading rapidly.

Tianyan, one sword rises, ten thousand swords are born, endless and ever-changing.