Chapter 45

"Name: ye Gucheng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, legendary world, master of Baiyun city. "

"Name: Lu Xiaofeng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, legendary world, son of destiny. "

"Name: Simon blowing snow.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng, legendary world, sword God. "

When Zhou Yang looked at Ye Gucheng in front of him, he felt a cold, arrogant and lonely emotion coming face to face. This is the invincible lonely cold.

"Compare swords? Only compare swords?" Zhou Yang asked. There are many experts in Wanjie building. Hou Zhu, the iron bravery God, ignored them, Zhuge was me, the wind was clear, and so on. However, there are few experts using swords.

"Whatever." Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned and said calmly. His sword was not afraid of any opponent.

Buzz!

Zhou Yang gently pointed with his finger, and a light golden light was emitted from his index finger. The next moment, in the Wanjie building, a square Biwu platform appeared and rose slowly. On the platform, a layer of white jade light shrouded it, which protected the Biwu platform.

The sudden appearance of Biwu platform stunned everyone. Even ye Gucheng, who had been indifferent, had tiny pupils and made something out of nothing.

Zhou Yang smiled faintly and didn't explain. At the moment when ye Gucheng wanted to compete with the sword, the system had gathered a Biwu platform. Zhou Yang just released him and kept the mystery properly. Many things were easy to deal with.

Just like now, even Hou Zhu, the iron gall God, ignored such a peerless master, looking at Zhou Yang with a trace of awe.

"You can do your best in the game and don't worry about casualties." Zhou Yang said calmly. No matter how fast an attack can be blocked in front of a powerful system.

Whoosh!

Ye Gucheng turned into an illusion, like a black eagle spreading its wings. The next moment, a figure stood on the martial arts competition platform.

His eyes were cold and his waist was straight. He gently took the sword out of the scabbard and stroked the Feihong sword in his hand. Coldly, he said, "this sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches and the net weight is six kilograms and four Liang. It is an overseas cold bottle elite. It blows hair and breaks hair."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

All the onlookers could not help feeling that their spirit was shocked and forced - Ge to be so high.

"This Sabre is a magic weapon in the world. Its blade is four feet and one inch, and its net weight is ten kilograms and six Liang. It was forged by cold iron for thousands of years. It cuts iron like mud." under the Biwu stage, a burly man stroked a big missing wide back Sabre in his hand and said with intoxication.

He had thought that if he said this sentence when competing with others in the future, he might directly suppress his opponent.

"This sword is a nine day magic weapon. Its length is four feet and an inch, and its net weight is seven kilograms or two. It is a divine stone outside the sky. It is made by thousands of refining." below, Yue buqun touched the sword hanging on his waist and said silently in his heart, the next five mountains on the sword is his dialogue with Zuo lengzen. However, the most important thing is to go back and measure it and weigh it.

"Fuck! What are you looking at? It's not just you who have weapons, I don't have them." Qiu Qianzhang glanced at the people around him, touched his crotch and said proudly, "this is a divine carving. The divine carving spreads its wings, eight inches and one centimeter. It's made of blood, flesh and human body. It's of the right size."

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There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and ye Gucheng was unmoved.

With the Feihong sword in hand, ye Gucheng's arrogance becomes stronger. He looks like a tall and straight cedar standing on a high mountain, like a millennium snow lotus on a vast snow mountain. His eyes are as sharp as sword light, penetrating people's hearts, and the spirit of edge radiates from him.

"People below the natural environment should not go up. They need to pay 100 value points for each competition, and the winner can get 50 value points." looking at the people in the Wulin who are ready to move below, Zhou Yang said faintly. As soon as he went up, he was seconds. Who likes to watch.

The real sword masters are dignified. They usually think they know their swords, but now they don't understand them at all.

I don't even know the most basic character of the sword. How can I really understand the sword.

Whoosh!

The breeze could not help but go up. He felt his blood boiling after many years of silence. The young man in front of him shocked him and made his heart silent.

"Ordinary people, I only need one sword. How many swords do you need?" Ye Gucheng said coldly as he looked at the breeze.

Feng Qingyang said, "young people had better go all out."

Whew!

Ye Gucheng moved, and the whole person was like a silent black lightning. He quickly swept away to the breeze. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the three steps of the breeze.

Qiang!

"Dugu nine Swords - Broken Sword style!"

Under the intense and excited eyes of the people, the wind was clear and the sword was also drawn. The speed of drawing the sword was unimaginable, like an antelope hanging its horn. God made a stroke and pointed the sword directly at the weakest place of Ye Gucheng.

Not only that, the wind blowing sword was still very fast, and the sword light flashed in front of Ye Gucheng.

Ding!

The two swords collided together, such as electro-optic flint and fierce collision. Many people didn't see how they fought.

"Good sword technique!" a glimmer of joy flashed in Ye Gucheng's eyes, and the flying goose in his hand chirped slightly.

"Is this the duel of peerless swordsmen?"

"What a thrilling duel. Every sword is so dangerous. If it were me, I'm afraid I couldn't catch a sword."

"Ye Gucheng's sword technique is so gorgeous, and the wind blowing sword technique is very exquisite."

On the platform, they could not see anyone quickly. The sword light was cold. One sword was faster than the other. The sword spirit was dense, and one sword was sharper than the other.

On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen chuixue stood together.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly and said, "Ye Gucheng met his opponent."

Under the stage, just an old man came out casually. He was able to fight with Ye Gucheng without winning. He knew the horror of Ye Gucheng and was definitely one of the swordsmen at the top.

Ximen chuixue said calmly, "the other party's sword technique is very exquisite, but he doesn't have his own sword technique. When ye Gucheng is familiar with the other party's sword technique, he will be defeated."

As Ximen chuixue expected, with the passage of time, Ximen chuixue became more and more comfortable, and his eyes twinkled with disappointment.

"Flying fairy outside the sky!"

Ye Gucheng jumped up like a blue sky and white clouds without blemish and scale, and like a white crane spreading its wings in the air. Then, under the martial arts stage, people felt the sword breath cold to the bone marrow. The edge of the sword was too terrible to resist!

A sword light came obliquely, like a startling flash of lightning, like a rainbow passing through the sky.

Ye Gucheng and the sword seem to have merged into one. The sword light is like a flying rainbow. It pierces the past. The sword light is brilliant and rapid. There is no change, not even the back move. It melts all the skills of the whole body into the sword. There is no change. Sometimes it is the best change. There are moves without moves.

No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not only a sword, but the wrath of Thor and the strike of lightning.

Sword light flashed in the void!

The next moment, the wind was clear and the body was covered with a light golden curtain. The whole person stood in place, motionless and defeated. If Zhou Yang hadn't shot, he would have died in this peerless sword technique.

A sword!

The wind is clear and beautiful!

The spectators were stunned and the scene was silent.

This sword is so beautiful that people are intoxicated. It seems that an immortal has landed. It is desolate, lonely and beautiful.

What's more unexpected is that ye Gucheng made every effort to attack, and there was no chance to make a move. He lost directly, so simply.

If Feng Qingyang was just an ordinary swordsman in the Jianghu, people wouldn't be so surprised. However, in the battle just now, every sword of Feng Qingyang was like a stroke of God. This is a set of very clever sword techniques.

"It's a pity, it's not your sword!" Ye Gucheng said coldly, looking at the wind standing still, and the air of loneliness and cold on his body became stronger.

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