Chapter 73

After two o'clock, waiting for everyone to vote for Sanjiang Oh, Moda!

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"Cough... Everyone be quiet."

Zhou Yang coughed gently. The Wanjie building, which was bustling and noisy, was quiet in an instant.

"Please continue to submit your resume to those who participate in the face-to-face agent. I will select the appropriate agent as soon as possible and inform you. In addition, for those who participate in the Ye Gucheng and Ximen snow blowing competition, we can go," Zhou Yang said.

It is already dusk, and it is close to the game between Ye Gucheng and Ximen blowing snow.

As for the problem of difficult access in the forbidden area of the Imperial Palace, Zhou Yang had already solved it. When buma left, Zhou Yang had asked buma to leave two aircraft.

A small aircraft can take about four or five people, and a medium aircraft can take about 20 people.

However, I'm afraid I can't even use aircraft. Except Wan Yanlie, everyone here is a peerless expert from all over the world. Although the city wall is high, it's difficult to resist these people's footwork.

Li xunhuan is drinking with a wine gourd. His face shows a comfortable feeling and his expression is intoxicated. For people who love wine, the wine of wanjielou is indeed rare in the world, which makes people linger and forget to return.

With an excited face, Yue buqun walked down quickly from the second floor of Wanjie building. Yue buqun was very excited. It was definitely a good opportunity for him to watch the martial arts competition of peerless swordsmen. He also used a sword.

Wan Yanlie glanced at Zhao Ji, Huizong of Song Dynasty, and walked over. Jin people are good at martial arts. He also yearned for the martial arts competition of top swordsmen.

After the four, one after another, with a cold face, returned to the sea with a knife, a sad face, Yang Guo with a leaping divine carving, and then many experts such as wuyazi also came, adding up to more than a dozen people.

Looking at the number of people, Zhou Yang didn't wait any longer.

"Let's go!"

With a silent thought in Zhou Yang's heart, he appeared in a prosperous city. At this time, the broad city can be described as a turbulent flow of people, rubbing against each other, as if it could not accommodate such a large number of people.

In the Jianghu, both Wulin people and scholars flocked to the capital with an eager face.

This battle is a martial arts contest between Ye Gucheng, the leader of Baiyun City, and Ximen chuixue. It can be said that it is a martial arts contest between extreme swordsmen. Whoever wins is probably the best swordsman in the world, or even the best expert in the world.

Although the night is near, the capital is brightly lit, and the endless noise is getting louder and louder, completely exploding the whole city.

Zhou Yang and his party also walked along the crowd to the imperial palace. The army gathered around the imperial palace. The soldiers were holding strong bows and crossbows in their hands, flashing a cold light, facing the surrounding crowd. However, the hearts of these soldiers were also restless. Occasionally, they couldn't help looking back and looked at the highest place in the imperial palace.

"I don't know who will win or lose this decisive battle?" a Jianghu person shook his head and sighed. Only because they had never been defeated from birth to entering the Jianghu, they were like born swordsmen and born peerless swordsmen.

"I think ye Gucheng, the leader of Baiyun City, will win this time. I'm afraid that ye Gucheng's flying immortal outside the sky is the most powerful sword in the world. Although Ximen blowing snow is powerful, I'm afraid he can't be an enemy."

"Nonsense, the only martial arts in the world can't be broken quickly. Ximen chuixue's sword is the fastest sword in the world. The sword technique can be broken, so it can't be broken quickly."

Along the way, people in Wulin, writers and even peddlers and pawns were arguing and supporting their favorite swordsmen. They were red in the face and angry. Many people directly wrestled.

The bright moon gradually sank to the west, but it looked more round. The bright moonlight poured down like frost and snow.

A full moon seemed to hang under the cornice of the Taihe hall. Many people had stood under the cornice, but there was no voice. Zhou Yang and his party naturally came in easily, even without aircraft.

At this moment, all people are quiet and have closed their mouths, because they can also feel two pressing pressures rising slowly.

The two figures suddenly appeared on the top of the forbidden city like ghosts, dreams and illusions. A white dress is like a cloud, and a white dress is better than snow.

Boom!

Those who can see the two figures are boiling in an instant. Until now, they finally wait for the duel between the two top swordsmen.

Without exaggeration, the duel between the two is the duel of the world's first swordsman. Who wins is the world's first swordsman. Is it Ye Gucheng? Simon blowing snow?

Ye Gucheng, the leader of Baiyun City, has been obsessed with the sword since he was a child. He has extremely high talent. He understands the superior sword technique and creates his own brilliant sword move, flying immortal outside the sky, arrogant in the world and famous at home.

Ximen chuixue is based in the Jianghu with his excellent sword technique. He is withdrawn by nature. He is not funny. He is fond of sword as his life. He takes people's lives between lightning and flint. He regards killing as an art.

The duel between the two top swordsmen is thrilling without thinking. After all, swordsmen are different from martial arts. Their attacks are famous for being fast, accurate and ruthless. If they fail in one move, they may die under the sword, especially for top swordsmen.

The forbidden peak.

The two figures stood a hundred steps apart.

Ye Gucheng's 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. He said coldly, "this sword is an overseas cold bottle elite. It blows hair and breaks hair. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is six kilograms and four Liang."

Suddenly, a dragon sang and the sword Qi rushed into the sky.

Ye Gucheng sword has been scabbard.

The sword seemed pale in the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches and a net weight of seven kilograms and three Liang." Ximen chuixue is long and upright, dressed in white as snow, but the sword in his hand is dark, narrow and ancient.

At the next moment, Ximen chuixue's sword was out of its sheath. It was faster than the streamer. It was better than lightning. It was quiet.

The sword looked cold in the moonlight.

Cold moon, cold sword, cold face.

They do not attach importance to human life, whether it is the lives of others or their own.

Their moves are merciless, because their swordsmanship is fatal.

They all like to wear snow-white clothes.

People can't help but feel that they are both Yu and he Shengliang. They are both too excellent. Excellent is like a big day in the sky. This world can only accommodate one person.

Qiang!

The swords collided with each other. The shadows were crisscrossed and sparks splashed. They were dazzling, like two rounds of small sun.

"How can I feel shaking!" under the eaves, a half step congenital warrior, his hair trembling all over and his voice trembling.

"Me too. I just feel a crisis coming from all around. I feel assassinated."

"I'm afraid these two people have mastered the sword Qi long ago. The sword Qi is cold and sharp. When they see it today, it's really extraordinary."

"Their swords are terrible." under the eaves, Li xunhuan took a sip of wine and smiled. He felt his blood burning and couldn't help but want to go to war.

"It seems that ye Gucheng hasn't done his best in the last war with me." the wind is clear and the face is more bitter. NIMA, how old are you? This sword technique is so terrible.

Under the eaves, all people's eyes were fixed. Their eyes moved with the movement of the two people on the eaves. The competition between the two people has entered a white hot state.

Ding Ding Ding······

The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, the human shadow is staggered, the cold air is heavy, and the sword light is strong.

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