After two o 'clock, I'll wait for everyone to vote for Sanjiang!
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"Ahem … Everyone, please be quiet."
Zhou Yang coughed lightly. The lively and arrogant Wanjie Lou instantly quieted down.
"Those who want to participate in the plane agent competition, please continue to submit your resumes. I will definitely choose a suitable agent as soon as possible and inform everyone. In addition, those who want to participate in the competition between Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chuixue, we can go now," Zhou Yang said.
It was already dusk, and the competition between Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chuixue was approaching.
As for the difficulty of entering the forbidden area of the palace, Zhou Yang had already solved the problem. When Bouma left, Zhou Yang had already asked Bouma to leave behind two aircraft.
A small aircraft could carry about four or five people, and a medium-sized aircraft could carry about 20 people.
However, even the aircraft might not be used. Except for Wanyan Lie, everyone here was a peerless master of their respective world. Although the city wall was high, it was difficult to resist the footwork of these people.
Li Xunhuan held a wine gourd and gulped down the wine. His face revealed a comfortable expression and he was intoxicated. To a wine lover, the wine of Myriad World Tavern was indeed rare in the world. It made people want to stay and forget about it.
Feng Qingyang also brought along an excited Yue Buqun and quickly walked down from the second floor of Myriad Worlds Tavern. Yue Buqun was extremely excited in his heart. Being able to watch the battle between peerless swordsmen is definitely a good opportunity for him. He also uses a sword.
Wanyan Lie glanced at Song Huizong and Zhao Ji with a proud look, and also walked over. The Golden Man loved martial arts, and he also yearned for the competition between top swordsmen.
After the four people, one after another came Guihai Yidao with a cold face, Yang Guo with a worried face, and the excited Divine Eagle, followed by Wu Yazi and many other masters. In total, there were more than a dozen people.
Looking at the number of people gathered, Zhou Yang didn't wait any longer.
"Let's go!"
Zhou Yang silently said in his heart, and then appeared in a bustling city. At this time, the wide city could be said to be surging with people, as if it could no longer accommodate such a large number of people.
The people of Jianghu, regardless of whether they were martial artists or scholars, all flocked to the capital with eager expressions.
This battle was between the White Cloud City Lord, Ye Gucheng, and Ximen Chuixue. It could be said to be a battle between ultimate swordsmen, and whoever won would most likely become the world's number one swordsman, or even the world's number one expert.
Although night was approaching, the capital was still brightly lit. The endless noise grew louder and louder, causing the entire city to explode.
Zhou Yang led a group of people towards the Imperial Palace. The army gathered around the Imperial Palace. The soldiers had strong bows and crossbows in their hands, flashing with cold light as they faced the crowd. However, the hearts of these soldiers were also a little restless. Occasionally, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the highest point of the Imperial Palace.
"I wonder who will win this battle?" A Jianghu man shook his head and sighed. It was because the two of them had never been defeated since they were born. It was as if they were born for the sword. They were born to be peerless swordsmen.
"I think that the White Cloud City Lord, Ye Gucheng will definitely win this time. I heard that Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Fairy is the strongest sword in the world. Although Ximen Chuixue is powerful, I'm afraid that he will not be a match for it."
"Nonsense. In the world of martial arts, only speed is unbeatable. Ximen Chuixue's sword is the fastest sword in the world. Sword techniques can be broken because of speed."
Along the way, regardless of whether it was the people of Jianghu, scholars, or even the common people, they were all arguing and supporting the swordsman they liked. They argued until their faces were red, and they were so angry that many people even started to fight.
The bright moon gradually set in the west, but it looked rounder. The bright moonlight poured down like frost and snow.
The full moon seemed to be hanging under the eaves of the Supreme Harmony Hall. There were already many people standing under the eaves, but there was no sound. Zhou Yang and his group naturally came in easily. They didn't even use their aircraft and just flew in.
At this moment, everyone was silent. They had already shut their mouths. That was because they could also feel the two oppressive forces slowly rising up.
Two silhouettes suddenly appeared on the peak of the Forbidden City like ghosts, like a dream or an illusion. One was dressed in white like clouds, and the other was dressed in white like snow.
Boom!
All the spectators who could see the two figures instantly went into an uproar. Finally, the battle between the two top swordsmen had come.
It was no exaggeration to say that the battle between the two was the battle between the world's number one swordsman. Whoever won would be the world's number one swordsman. Was it Ye Gucheng? Was it Ximen Chuixue?
The White Cloud City Lord, Ye Gucheng, was obsessed with the sword since he was young. He was extremely talented and had comprehended the superior sword doctrine himself. He created his own brilliant sword technique, Heavenly Flying Fairy, which was famous throughout the world.
Ximen Chuixue was famous in the Jianghu for his superb sword technique. He was cold, serious, and loved the sword as much as his life. He took people's lives in the blink of an eye and saw killing as an art.
The battle between the two top swordsmen would be thrilling without even thinking. After all, swordsmen were different from martial artists. Their attacks were famous for being fast, accurate, and ruthless. One wrong move and they could lose their lives. This was especially true for top swordsmen.
At the top of the Forbidden City.
The two figures stood a hundred steps away from each other.
Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold. He stood straight and gently pulled out his sword from its scabbard. He caressed the Feihong Sword in his hand and said coldly, "This sword is made of the best cold iron from overseas. It can cut a hair with a single blow. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and it weighs six pounds and four taels."
Suddenly, there was a dragon's roar. Sword Qi soared into the sky.
Ye Gucheng's sword was already out of its scabbard.
The sword looked pale under the moonlight.
A pale moon, a pale sword, and a pale face.
"This sword is one of the best weapons in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and it weighs seven pounds and thirteen taels." Ximen Chuixue stood straight. His clothes were as white as snow, but the sword in his hand was black, long, narrow, and ancient.
The next moment, Ximen Chuixue's sword was already out of its scabbard. It was faster than light and faster than lightning. Quietly.
The sword looked cold under the moonlight.
The cold moon, the cold sword, and the cold face.
They did not care about human lives. Whether it was the lives of others or their own, it was all the same.
Their attacks were merciless, because their sword techniques were all fatal moves.
They both liked to wear snow-white clothes.
People could not help but feel that both of them were too outstanding. They were as outstanding as the sun in the sky. This world could only accommodate one of them.
Clang!
The swords collided. Their figures intertwined and sparks flew everywhere. It was dazzling like two small suns, shining brightly.
"Why do I feel like I'm trembling!" Under the eaves, a half-step innate warrior had goosebumps all over his body and said with a trembling voice.
"Me too. I just feel a sense of danger coming from all directions. It's like I'm being assassinated."
"I'm afraid that these two have already mastered sword Qi. The sword Qi is cold and sharp. Today, I've seen it. It's indeed extraordinary."
"Their swords are really terrifying." Under the eaves, Li Xunhuan took a sip of wine and smiled. He actually felt that his blood was burning. He could not help but want to fight.
"It seems that Ye Gu Cheng did not use his full strength when he fought with me last time." Feng Qingyang, who was beside him, looked even more bitter. Damn, how old are you? Your sword techniques are already so terrifying.
Under the eaves, everyone's eyes were fixed on them. Their eyes followed the movements of the two people on the eaves. The battle between the two had already entered a white-hot state.
Ding ding ding ding …
The sword Qi crisscrossed, crisscrossed, and the cold light was fierce.
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