The flow of young people's singing and drinking water

Chapter 287 The ultimate sword, the peak of martial arts (4)

When the smoke dissipated, Yang Ming and Luo Qingyang both stood up. Their eyes were closed and their swords were sheathed.

"Who won? Why didn't the two of them take action?" Lei Wujie said quickly.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them and remained silent.The power of the golden light just now was completely beyond everyone's imagination; it would have been impossible for them to take this move.

Especially the destructive power of the golden light impacted their hearts.

"None of them have been defeated, and the battle is not over yet." Xie Xuan stood up and stretched, "The next step is the last move of the two of them, please watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, the swords in everyone's hands started to stir.

Looking at the tens of thousands of books restlessly on the table, Xie Xuan quickly pressed them with his fingers: "The ultimate in swordsmanship, after so many years, I finally saw it."

Yan Zhantian's eyes were even more fiery. He ignored the broken sword behind him and instead stared at the two people on the field with a look of fanaticism.

Luo Qingyang opened his eyes first, and there was a faint sound of air breaking all around him.

"Yang Ming, this is my last move. If you can catch it, Apocalypse City will follow you in. If you can't catch it, you can leave now."

Luo Qingyang's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it could reach the ears of everyone present.

"How do you know you will lose before you take action?" Yang Ming suddenly opened his eyes. Only one of the four long swords surrounding him was now left.

A long sword that exudes emerald green light. There is a dragon head with closed eyes on the hilt, and there are fish scales on the sword.

"Four swords combined into one!" Lei Wujie shouted, "Brother Ming really did it!"

A leisurely expression appeared on Xiao Se's face again. Although he was not sure whether Yang Ming would win, he would never lose.

"If it were a month ago, based on my knowledge of swordsmanship, I would indeed not be your opponent!" Yang Ming said lightly: "But it is such a coincidence that it was not a month ago."

"It seems that your final swordsmanship has also been practiced."

Luo Qingyang's expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, but he just replied lightly.

"They have both entered the realm of unity between man and nature." Feeling the inner strength of the two of them, Xie Xuan whispered.

"Unity of man and nature?" Lei Wujie murmured.

The body is completely integrated into this world. Every time they take action, all the forces in the environment are coordinated by them.

"This is my last sword, called Soul Ceremony!" Luo Qingyang's figure stood in mid-air again, and the Nine Songs Sword Dance resumed.

This style is different from the previous sword dance.This posture is not about welcoming oneself, but sending it away, giving it away for salvation.

"Ha, you want to give me salvation?" Yang Ming sneered: "It's not certain who will give it to whom!"

"My sword is called suffering. Only by experiencing extreme suffering can we find the meaning of life."

After the voice fell, the long sword rose again.

Different from the previous sword skills, this time Yang Ming clasped his hands together and devoutly invoked the spell in his mouth.

The figure of the long sword is constantly shrinking until it completely disappears between the sky and the earth.

Luo Qingyang didn't know what Yang Ming was doing, but Yang Ming's aura was gradually overpowering him.He knew that if he didn't take action now, there would be no chance of winning.

Without hesitation, Luo Qingyang struck down with his sword!

Yang Ming pushed his hands, and said flatly: "Let's decide the outcome!"

In the cuffs, a green light flashed, and the long sword that had disappeared suddenly reappeared.This time, it is no longer Yang Ming who controls the long sword, but the man who controls the long sword.

If the attack failed, Luo Qingyang would not retreat.He looked like a swimming dragon, with another sword coming out of his hand.

Just for a moment, Luo Qingyang's mind appeared behind Yang Ming.Turning his body into a sword, the powerful sword energy rushed towards Yang Ming.

"After leaving the body, Shen Si was able to keep his body's strength within a short period of time. Luo Qingyang, you are really strong." Yang Ming said helplessly.At least he can't do that yet.

But now he is not controlling the sword, but the sword is controlling people.

In just a moment, an extremely powerful internal force burst out from the long sword in Yang Ming's hand.

The mind without the support of the human body was instantly knocked back.

At the same time, an emerald green sword light shot out from the long sword and flew towards Luo Qingyang's body.

This time, Luo Qingyang chose to dodge.

With his right hand, he lightly touched the Nine Songs Sword, and the Nine Songs Sword once again emitted golden light.

"I thought you could only use it once, but I didn't expect that you could use it a second time in a short period of time." Yang Ming couldn't help but praise.

But that's all, the long sword in front of Yang Ming hangs high above.The clouds in the sky broke apart in an instant, and a golden beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping the long sword in it.

"This sword, I'll call him Heaven's Wrath."

"Come on!" Luo Qingyang shouted violently.

Both sides drew their swords at the same time, and the golden light collided.In the sky, there seemed to be a scene of two days volleying.

Everything around was terribly quiet, even the ink pen in Xie Xuan's hand rubbing against the rice paper was extremely clear.

"Kaka." A shattering sound came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that the golden light in the sky was still dazzling, but what was certain was that nothing around them was broken.

Suddenly, the brightness of the golden light was greatly reduced, and the golden light disappeared.Only the figures of Yang Ming and Luo Qingyang slowly fell from the sky.

"Ahem!" Both of them coughed up blood.

"Keng Keng~~"

Behind Luo Qingyang, the Nine Songs Sword fell and stuck on the ground.Behind Yang Ming, the figure of the long sword disappeared, but four swords fell together.

This time, the two of them made a tacit agreement not to take action. They sat cross-legged on the ground and activated their internal energy.

After a long time, Lei Wujie was the first to speak: "Xiao Se, who won?"

"Winning or losing?" Xiao Se shook his head: "Isn't it too vulgar to talk about winning or losing in this battle? However, I don't know the result."

Indeed, the golden light caused by the two people's last move still exceeded their knowledge.The only thing that was certain was that Luo Qingyang's last blow was definitely much stronger than the previous one.

Yan Xiluo and Yan Zhantian came together by chance.

"Brother Zhantian, what do you think of this battle?" Yan Xiluo asked.

Yan Zhantian shook his head: "That level is no longer within my reach. As for victory or defeat? Oh, who cares!"

"What can we do if the two sword immortals can't even tell the winner?" Lei Wujie felt anxious.

As for the two people who just fought, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that they are taking the time to recover, and only the two of them know the outcome of this competition.

But this put Lei Wujie in trouble. Their bet with Luo Qingyang was that as long as one of them defeated Luo Qingyang, he could enter the city.

And now we don’t know the result, whether they enter the city or not.Just stuck in place.

"Wait!" Xie Xuan, who had been silent all this time, said.

"Dead scholar, so you don't know the outcome?" Yan Zhantian said.

"I don't know!" Xie Xuan admitted openly.

(End of this chapter)