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Chapter 162 No.15 Sword
Above the big river, the mist is hazy.

Two figures, one black and one white, faced each other from a distance.

Yan Shisan likes black, and he never wore clothes of other colors when he traveled the rivers and lakes.

Now, he's back in that attire.

A dragon groaned, and Yan Shisan's sword was out of its sheath. This sword is already a sharp weapon, and it is famous all over the world. In the hearts of Jianghu people, it symbolizes the unknown and death.

Every time the sword is drawn, it means that life will be lost, so this time it is him?Or Xia Yunmo?
His back was straight, and when Senhan's sword light shone on his face, he seemed to be 20 years younger.

The jasper flute sword in Xia Yunmo's hand also appeared, and that shocking edge also appeared.

The two swords have been unsheathed, and the two peerless swordsmen are ready to strike, and the air of swords is already colliding and reverberating.

Yan Shisan said slowly: "No.15 sword, I still can't control it!"

Xia Yunmo said: "How can people control the poisonous dragon of death."

Yan Shisan said again: "Today, some of you and I will die. Or, both will die."

Xia Yunmo said: "I already know, let's use the sword."

Yan Shisan said, "Okay."

Yan Shisan's long sword has already flown out, and the brilliant and fiery sword light has spread all over the sky and the world.

Now, Xia Yunmo has also discovered that Yan Shisan in front of him has half a foot over a threshold.

It's only half a foot, but his understanding of the way of the sword has surpassed all the swordsmen Xia Yunmo has encountered.

Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng, the man in white, Xie Xiaofeng...

Perhaps, the current him, in some respects, has reached the realm of Jin Yihou Zhou Fang.

His Thirteen Deadly Swords also reached a new threshold, a threshold that no one has been able to reach so far.

When Yan Shisan struck out with his long sword like lightning, he had already entered the state of "selflessness".

The spirit, the body, and the sword perfectly fit together.

As the sword light flowed, the maple leaves on the bank of the river shattered, falling down like a rain of blood, with an ominous and deadly aura.

Xia Yunmo's jasper flute sword has also turned into a horse, a horse that fell from the sky.

The sword light poured out, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the world was overshadowed by it.

Between the heaven and the earth, there are only these two unparalleled figures left, and only two unparalleled sword lights left.

Yan Shisan and Tie Kaicheng were dazzled, their minds completely immersed in this battle.

They didn't even dare to blink their eyes, the duel between masters was only for a moment.

Perhaps in the blink of an eye, the two had already decided the winner.

The sharp sword energy and the maple leaves all over the sky are like blood rain.

The thirteen swords in front had already been used up unknowingly, but the light of the swords that flowed endlessly suddenly underwent some strange changes, becoming heavy and clumsy.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword style also suddenly stopped.

Yan Shisan stared at the edge of the sword in his hand, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and also seemed to be frozen with ice.

All the variations of his sword have been exhausted, and he has used his No.14 sword.

Like ice, like flames.Like the setting sun, like the morning sun.It is as moving as it is still, as the morning sun, and as the setting sun.

This sword is unpredictable and uncertain, but it is almost invincible in swordsmanship, and it is absolutely difficult to decipher the move.

And Xia Yunmo's sword stabbed out, a flat sword with neither sharpness nor speed.

But it was such a sword that sealed all the changes of the No.14 sword, leaving it unchanged.

Now, Yan Shisan's sword is dead.

His snake-like swordsmanship was nailed to death by Xia Yunmo, nailed to seven inches above.

This battle should have ended, but this battle has just begun.

Because Yan Shisan's No.15 sword was finally used.

The poisonous snake suddenly became a poisonous dragon, a poisonous dragon that no one could control, a poisonous dragon with death.

The sword that had been nailed to death suddenly felt a strange vibration.

The fallen leaves all over the sky suddenly scattered, and then stopped in the air.

The flowing wind also solidified.

The tumbling river seemed to have stopped at this moment.

At this moment, Yan Shisan has undergone a strange change. He seems to have come from hell, carrying endless ominousness and death.

Just like his clothes, just like his destiny.

It is difficult to describe this sword in words, because there is only one simple "death" in this sword.

No change, no vitality, life ends, everything perishes.

Xia Yunmo also "died", and his sword also "died".

It seemed that all life and power had been taken away by this sword.

At this moment, Xia Yunmo suddenly had a strange idea.

He didn't "die", but was photographed into a painting, and he was just a false character in the painting.

If others want to kill him, they don't even need to tear the scroll, they just need to tap on it with a pen.

And Yan Shisan's sword is this pen.

This pen represents death. When death comes, what can stop it?Who can stop it?
The pen representing death has already pointed towards Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo was already "dead", his body could not move, looking at the flying sword, he could already smell the breath of death.

However, he wasn't completely dead yet.

"out!"

Xia Yunmo suddenly yelled, and a sword light flew out of the box at his waist.

The sharpness of this sword light was revealed, especially the sharpness at the tip of the sword, which was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.

"Li Jing" has been unsheathed.

Xia Yunmo's inner strength has not completely died, and the method of controlling the sword can still be used.

Although under the influence of the No.15 sword, his inner strength is somewhat obscure, but now he is putting all his eggs in one basket. "Li Jing" has poured all of Xia Yunmo's strength and hope into him.

With a sound of "Dang", "Li Jing" had already bumped into Yan Shisan's sword.

Although Yan Shisan's sword still pierced straight, but at this time Xia Yunmo "lived" for a short time.

Jasper's flute and sword danced, and he also stabbed out with a sword.

With this sword piercing, not only Xia Yunmo came back to life, but the whole world seemed to come back to life as well.

The river began to flow slowly, the cold wind began to blow slowly, and the fallen leaves were already falling to the ground.

Xia Yunmo's sword is a "sentimental" sword with a sword intent of life and death.

If Yan Shisan's sword represented endless death, then Xia Yunmo's sword represented endless vitality.

In the thin mist, two bodies intertwined.

Sword light and blood light splash together.

The two bodies stopped at the same time, and neither of them moved.

Whether it was Tie Kaicheng or Xie Xiaofeng, their hearts were extremely nervous at this moment, and they stared intently at the two figures in front of them.

These two figures stood on the bank of the river for a long time, as if they had been here since ancient times.

Suddenly, the river really flowed, and the cold wind was blowing, no longer slow.

A gust of wind blew, and Yan Shisan and Xia Yunmo fell to the ground almost at the same time.

　The next chapter ends this volume.

　　There are two updates today, and I will make up later. I haven't finished reading "No. [-] in the World" yet, and I'm making up for it.

　　
　
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