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The sword of the west wind blowing snow, there is no sword trick, it is a word fast, a sword is faster than a sword, each sword is like a streamer, a blink of an eye, it has already pierced the sword.

And Ye Gucheng's sword, brilliant and overbearing, each sword is fast, and the power is amazing, a sword is more fierce than a sword, Jianqi Sensen.

叮叮叮叮叮······

On the entire eaves, there are bright swords and the light of Sen Han. In the collision, in the shining, two white figures have been shrouded in light, melted into them, only the sound of cymbals, in the cross, in the caper, congenital Underneath, two people have been captured.

Hey! Hey!

The next moment, the light group dissipated, and the two figures flew backwards, gently falling on the eaves, and squatting again.

Ye Gucheng stood on the left side of the eaves, flying a sword in his hand, and made a burst of cheerful whistling. Like its master, it also met the opponent, as if only through more intense battles and collisions, it could calm down its hot pillow. Lonely cold.

On the right side of the eaves, Ximen blows his cold face, and it is loose. There is a fiery glow in his eyes. His sword has been squirted, but he has not been infected with blood.

Ye Gucheng eagerly said: "Continue to fight again!"

"Okay, fight again!"

The voices of the two men just fell, the sword of the body is at this moment, and the blast of the feet is no longer retained. The tiles under the feet can no longer bear it. This kind of violent sword gas is blown into a crush, and the power of the road is unmatched. The sword's aftermath spreads, and the layers of masonry are rolled up, flying all over the sky.

Under the eaves, all the people are stunned, this is the sword of the two!

"Is this the sword?" Someone stared silently.

When they were so big, they were still practicing other people’s swordsmanship, and they were still complacent about the high-level swordsmanship of the acquaintance. However, the two men actually created their own swordsmanship, but they also realized that they were unmatched. Sword.

"They are born for the sword." Some people exclaimed.

At this age, such kendo is cultivated. In their world, although they do not say, there is no one after, but the predecessors rarely have rivals.

"Finally know why they are lonely?" A swordsman held the sword in his hand and whispered.

Because the swordsmanship of the two people has exceeded their cognition, as if they are in two different fields, how can they communicate, how can they not be lonely?

In addition to the collision at the beginning, the fight behind, the warrior below the heavens, can not tell who is who, in the end is the two are fighting, or a peerless swordsman in the sword, their figures in the cross, swordsmanship In the blending, whoever has the upper hand and who has the disadvantage, who knows?

Except for a few people, they have been unable to capture any traces of fighting.

Hey!

The two figures joined together, and the sky rose up with a light, a group of bright light, exuding the cold, flashing hot, I saw this light falling from one temple to another, below The temple collapsed in an instant, from the half-empty to the collapsed temple, from the temple to the square.

One hundred strokes!

Two hundred strokes!

Three hundred strokes!

The two men have no more than three hundred strokes, still no matter what the outcome, although the sword of the west wind blowing snow is fast, but it can not help the fierceness of Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng's hegemony can not help Ximen blowing snow.

"Take me a sword!"

Ximen blows snow, whispering his eyes to the ancient well without waves, he seems to be still at this moment, no breathing, no movement.

Suddenly, a sword swings out, the air seems to be still, Jianguang has surpassed the speed of vision to the lonely city, the sword has been quickly integrated into the air, as if Jianguang is no longer a sword light, but a part of the air, regardless of each other. .

Almost a flash, the sword light blown out by Ximen Blowing Snow went to the front of Ye Gucheng. There was no fluctuation in Jianguang. There was no trace of Jianqi. This sword was calm and bursting. It could not describe this sword. How much? Fast, how fierce.

"Can't stop!"

Ye Gucheng was shocked, his eyes flashed hot, his body blasted backwards, and his work was running to the extreme. No one knew why Ye Gucheng was retreating because they could not feel how fast this sword was, faster than lightning. It’s like a thunder.

Hey!

A trace of blood dripped down the tip of the sword, and the west wind stopped the snow.

"Sure enough, my sword is not fast enough." Ximen blows the snow and looks at Ye Gucheng outside Sanzhang. The other party has already left his attack range and immediately stopped the footwork. He only has a striking blood mark on the shoulder of Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng smiled. His cold face was cold and smiled at this moment. This sword made him feel a crisis. Just a little faster, this sword would cut his throat.

Ximen blowing snow is really the opponent of his life, just under the eyes of everyone's surprise, Ye Gucheng rises up like a dragon, like a crane.

"Flying in the sky!"

Under the eaves, the wind is clear and staring at this sword. This is the sword of the Baiyun City, such as the blue sky and white clouds, without flaws.

"What is my sword?" The wind is clear and silent.

All the people have their eyes wide open, and the sword of Ximen blowing snow, only to see the streamer passing, has already ended, this time the sword of the Ye Gucheng must be seen, to be recorded.

Ximen blows snow and looks dignified. I only see Ye Gucheng volleying down. Under the moonlight, like a fairy, the sword is swiftly rushing, and the sword is so cold that the bones are cold and the sword is so terrible that it can't resist. !

A sword light slanted and flew, such as a stunned electric, such as Changhong Jingtian.

The man and the sword seem to have merged into one. The sword light is like a flying rainbow, and it stabbed the past. The sword light is brilliant and fast, there is no change, even after the move is not, the whole body's skill is dissolved into this sword. in.

Everyone was shocked by this sword. No one can describe the splendor and brilliance of this sword. No one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not only a sword, but the wrath of the heavens and the earth, the whipping of Thor.

"Breaking!"

The essence of Ximen blowing snow is extremely cohesive. At this moment, his spirit has reached the unity of heaven and man. The ancient sword in his hand is waving at the speed of the incredible sword. In the twinkling of an eye, there is a hundred swords or a thousand swords. The sword light of the sky forms a layer of imaginary sword net, covering the front.

Ding!

The sword is humming, and the sword net of Ximen blowing snow is broken in an instant. Ye Gucheng is like a swan geese. It falls outside the three feet behind the Ximen blowing snow, and blood falls on the tip of the sword.

Ximen blows snow in the white clothes, there is a red mark, blood is flowing, slowly relieved, Ximen blowing snow and smiling. "This sword is very powerful..."

"This contest, hanging!" Seeing that both of them were not fatally hurt, some people lamented.

"I thought that after making the trick, the two should be divided into winners and losers. Now it seems that it is only equal to the autumn, and the outcome is unpredictable."

"Ye Gucheng, you must win, I put all my belongings on you."

"Ximen blows snow, there are people with wives, don't be embarrassed, I have pressed my wife out."

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It was only a moment of stillness, and the two men fought together again, enough to tear the sword of the mountain and stone, in the mutual attack, no match.

The two have already reached the epilepsy, have already killed the ecstasy, the two have no moves, so you wave a sword, sharp and comfortable, I stab a sword, lightning fast.

What moves?

What sword method?

What light work?

At this moment, in the sky, there is a sword light!

The sword in the hands of Ye Gucheng is erratic, and the sword is fierce. Every time he slams, every sniper is threatening.

With the erraticness of Ye Gucheng, the sword light is very different. The sword of the west wind blowing snow is lightning fast, and there is no trace to find. It seems that the sword is stabbed, and it seems that only a sword is stabbed.

It’s awkward! ······

The swords in the hands of the two men have not yet collided, and the bursting swordsmanship has blended and a fierce collision has taken place.

Dangdang!

Several blinks~www.readwn.com~ The two men once again played dozens of matches, the hot Mars splashed, and the shadows were not seen at all. The thrilling battle was already fascinating, letting everyone forget to breathe, let people forget Indulge in it.

Mars explodes, the light is burning, the two people are playing more and more times, the frequency is getting faster and faster, Zhou Yang's eyes are a bit oyster, this sword method has surpassed the vision.

Hey! !

The swordsmanship is staggered, the flying red sword in the hands of Ye Gucheng, the heart of the Ximen blowing snow, when unstoppable, and the ancient sword in the hands of Ximen blowing snow, to the throat of Ye Gucheng, avoiding inevitable.

Everyone has widened his eyes. These two swords are too fast, too embarrassing. Is this going to be the same?

Some people are pleasantly surprised. These two top masters are not dead. When do they have a chance to go out, some people deplore, these two talentless swordsmanships, like the meteors in the sky, bloom the most brilliant moment, and then they are extinguished.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The impact of the two metal sounds, everyone only felt that there were two streams of light, and the swords in the hands of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow were hit, the sword was tilted, and a sword mark was left on the face of Ye Gucheng, and the belly of Ximen Blowing Snow, Was drawn a shallow mark.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The knives with two handles fell and gave a crisp sound. At this moment of silence, it seemed as if two spring thunders were blasting. Whose knife is so fast?

The knife is very light, very short, seven inches long, very thin, almost like a willow, lying quietly on the ground, ordinary and dazzling.

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