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West Wind Blowing Snow's sword did not have any moves. It was just fast. Each strike was faster than the one before. Each strike was like a ray of light. In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with sword shadows.
On the other hand, Ye Gu Cheng's sword was glorious and domineering. Each strike was fast and powerful. Each strike was sharper than the one before.
Ding, ding, ding, ding …
The entire roof was filled with bright sword Qi and cold light. They collided and flashed. The two white silhouettes had already been enveloped by the light and melted into it. There was only the sound of clanging and clashing. Those below the Connate level could no longer see the two.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next moment, the light dissipated. The two silhouettes flew backward and landed lightly on the roof. They were once again facing off.
Ye Gu Cheng stood on the left side of the eaves. The Flying Swan Sword in his hand let out waves of cheerful cries, just like its master. It had also met its match. It seemed that only through more intense battles and collisions could it calm down its passion and loneliness.
On the right side of the roof, Ximen Chuixue's cold face relaxed. His eyes were burning. His sword had already been unsheathed, but it was not yet stained with blood.
Ye Gu Cheng said fervently, "Let's continue!"
"Alright, let's continue!"
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the Sword Qi on their bodies burst forth without holding anything back. The tiles beneath their feet could no longer withstand it and exploded into smithereens. Waves of Sword Qi with unparalleled might spread out in all directions, sweeping up layers of bricks and stones and sending them flying all over the place.
Under the roof, everyone was dumbfounded. This was the two's swordsmanship!
"Is this sword Qi?" Someone stared speechlessly.
At their age, they were still practicing other people's swordsmanship. They were still proud that they had mastered a high-level swordsmanship. But these two had created their own swordsmanship. They had even mastered the powerful sword Qi.
"They were born for the sword." Someone sighed.
Although it was not to say that no one would be able to surpass him at such a young age, there were very few who could match him in their world.
"Finally, we know why they're lonely?" A swordsman said in a low voice as he hugged his sword.
It was because the two's sword techniques already exceeded their understanding. It was as if they were in two different domains. How were they supposed to communicate? How could they not feel lonely?
Apart from the first collision, the warriors under the Greater Heaven realm couldn't tell who was who in the following battles. They didn't know whether it was a battle between two people or a peerless swordsman who was dancing with his sword. Their figures clashed and their sword techniques blended. Who knew who had the upper hand and who was at a disadvantage?
Apart from a few people, they were unable to capture any traces of battle.
Whoosh!
The two figures merged together, and an orb of light rose up in the sky. It was a bright orb of light that gave off a chilling coldness and flashed with heat. This orb of light fell from one palace to another, and the palace below instantly collapsed. The orb of light fell from the sky into the collapsed palace, and from the palace to the plaza.
One hundred moves!
200 moves!
Three hundred moves!
The two had already exchanged no less than 300 moves, and there was still no clear victor. Although West Wind Snow's sword was fast, it could not do anything to Ye Gu Cheng's sharpness, and Ye Gu Cheng's dominance could not do anything to Ximen Chui Xue.
"Take this!"
Ximen Chui Xue's eyes were as calm as an ancient well. It was as if he had stopped breathing and did not move at that moment.
Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the air seemed to have stopped. The sword light had already reached Ye Gu Cheng at a speed faster than the human eye could see. The sword had already melted into the air. It was as if the sword light was no longer sword light, but a part of the air.
Almost in a flash, Ximen Chui Xue's sword light had arrived before Ye Gu Cheng. The sword light did not move at all, and the sword qi did not leave any trace. This attack was calm and explosive. It was impossible to describe how fast and sharp this attack was.
"I can't block it!"
Ye Gu Cheng was shocked. His eyes flashed with heat, and he shot backwards. He had already used his Qinggong to the extreme. No one knew why Ye Gu Cheng retreated so quickly, because they could not feel how fast this attack was. It was faster than lightning, and as explosive as thunder.
Chi!
A trickle of blood flowed down the tip of the sword, and Ximen Chui Xue stopped.
"As expected, my sword is still not fast enough." Ximen Chui Xue looked at Ye Gu Cheng, who was three feet away. Ye Gu Cheng had already left his attack range, and he immediately stopped. But there was an eye-catching wound on Ye Gu Cheng's shoulder.
Ye Gu Cheng smiled. His cold face revealed a smile at that moment. This attack made him feel danger. If he was just a little bit faster, this sword would have slit his throat.
Ximen Chui Xue was indeed his lifelong rival. Under everyone's shocked gaze, Ye Gu Cheng flew up like a dragon, like a cloud crane.
"Heavenly Flying Immortal!"
Under the eaves, Feng Qingyang stared blankly at this attack. This was the sword technique of the City Lord of White Cloud City. It was like the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and untainted.
"What is my sword?" Feng Qingyang was a little silent.
Everyone's eyes were wide open. Ximen Chui Xue's sword only saw a flash of light, and it was already over. This time, Ye Gu Cheng's sword technique had to be seen and remembered.
Ximen Chui Xue's expression was solemn. He saw Ye Gu Cheng descend from the sky. Under the moonlight, he looked like a god descending upon the earth. His attack was glorious and swift. It had a sword aura that chilled one to the bone, and the sharpness of the sword was unstoppable!
A flash of the sword flew diagonally, like lightning, like a rainbow cutting through the sky.
The man and the sword seemed to have become one. The flash of the sword was like a waterfall, and it pierced forward. The flash of the sword was glorious and swift. There was no change, not even a follow-up move. All the power in the body was infused into this attack.
Everyone was shocked by this attack. No one could describe the brilliance and brilliance of this attack, and no one could describe the speed of this attack. It was no longer just a sword, but the wrath of heaven and earth, the whip of the Thunder God.
"Break!"
Ximen Chui Xue's essence, Qi, and spirit were extremely concentrated. At this moment, his essence, Qi, and spirit had reached the Unity of Heaven and Man. The ancient sword in his hand was swung at an unbelievable speed. In an instant, it was a hundred strikes, or a thousand strikes. The sky was filled with sword light, and it formed a layer of sword net, covering the area in front of him.
Ding!
Ximen Chui Xue's sword net was broken in an instant. Ye Gu Cheng was like a swan goose, and he landed three feet behind Ximen Chui Xue. There was blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
There was a red mark on Ximen Chui Xue's white robe, and there was blood flowing out. Ximen Chui Xue slowly let out a breath, and smiled. "This attack is very powerful …"
"This battle is so close!" Seeing that both of them were not fatally injured, someone sighed.
"I thought that after using their ultimate skills, there would be a winner between the two of them. Now, it seems that they are evenly matched. It's hard to tell who will win."
"Ye Gu Cheng, you must win. I've bet all my wealth on you."
"Ximen Chui Xue, we both have wives. Don't be afraid. I have bet all my wealth on you."
… …
There was only a moment of silence, and the two of them were once again engaged in battle. Sword Qi that was enough to tear rocks apart attacked each other.
The two of them were already in a frenzy, and they had forgotten themselves. Both of them had no more skills. They just waved their swords, and each thrust was as fast as lightning.
What skill?
What sword skill?
What Qinggong?
At that moment, in the sky, there was a flash of sword light!
The sword in Ye Gu Cheng's hand was erratic, and the sword light was sharp. Every slash, every thrust was threatening.
Different from Ye Gu Cheng's erratic sword light, Ximen Chui Xue's sword was as fast as lightning, and there was no trace of it. It seemed like he had stabbed out ten times, but it also seemed like he had only stabbed out once.
Crackle! … …
Before the swords in the hands of the two of them collided, the explosive Sword Qi had already blended together, and an intense collision occurred.
Ding ding dang dang!
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of blows again. Fiery sparks flew everywhere, and it was impossible to see where the two of them were. The soul-stirring battle was intoxicating, and the crowd forgot to breathe.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the light shone brightly. The two of them exchanged more and more blows, and the frequency increased. Zhou Yang's eyes were a little shaky, and the swordsmanship had already surpassed his sight.
Clang!
The swords clashed. Ye Gu Cheng's Feihong Sword went straight for Ximen Chui Xue's heart. There was no way to block it, and the ancient sword in Ximen Chui Xue's hand went for Ye Gu Cheng's throat. There was no way to dodge.
Everyone's eyes widened. The two swords were too fast, too ruthless. Were they going to perish together?
Some were surprised. If these two top-notch masters did not die, when would they have a chance to shine? Some felt that it was a pity. Were these two talented swordsmen going to be like the shooting stars in the sky, extinguished after the brightest moment?
Clang!
Clang!
Two metallic clangs were heard. The crowd only felt two streaks of light passing by. The swords in Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chui Xue's hands were hit, and their swords tilted. A sword mark was left on Ye Gu Cheng's face, and a shallow cut was made on Ximen Chui Xue's abdomen.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Two broken knives fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. In this moment of silence, it was like two claps of thunder. Whose knife was that? How could it be so fast?
The knife was very light, very short, seven inches long, and very thin. It was almost like a willow leaf, lying quietly on the ground, ordinary and yet dazzling.
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