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The guards at the entrance of the palace came to see the Imperial Guard, they did not know what they were trying to do, if they were to say that they were not allowed to compete in swords, they should have said earlier, it had already been seven days in a row, and it was too late for them to come and chase them away. In the midst of their astonishment, they saw a beautiful figure sway over from the palace walls. With just a single glance, everyone fell to their knees and said in a clear voice, "The Empress is at peace."

Many people were discussing why Empress Tang was here, but even more people were discussing her alluring appearance. Even though there were so many people evaluating her, they couldn't help but look at her with an unforgettable expression.

No wonder the Martial Emperor had not ascended to court in thirteen years!

However, there was a person who came to his senses and said ecstatically, "The Empress is personally observing the battle. In other words, Yeye is about to accept the battle?"

Once he said that, everyone went into an uproar. Everyone looked forward to the name of the person holding the sword whom they did not know. At this moment, the vermilion door slowly opened as a black silhouette slowly approached with a cold blade in hand. Every step he took was akin to stepping on the heart of the sword-wielding man.

A man and a sword, filled with joy.

The number of swordsmen who lost to the two daggers from the East Ocean Continent was innumerable. Many of them came from the martial world to fight, and some even set up gambling booths here to earn a lot of gold and silver. The Eastroad Sect had not lost a single battle, and their fame had gone out of hand! Some sharp-eyed people noticed that the Lunar Swordsman hadn't pulled out his second blade. Only after being reminded did everyone understand. At the same time, their hearts were filled with anger. Wasn't this looking down on the Central Plains martial arts Lin? Unfortunately, his skills were inferior, and he could only feel indignant in his heart.

However, no one would have thought that the Eastern Ocean Saber Master would actually alert the Phoenix Body, and even cause an attack from Chang An.

He also didn't expect that Nightingale would only accept the battle because she wanted Tang Rui to be happy.

This time, even more people were going to participate.

There were almost no witnesses to the battle between Zheng Weilong and Ye Zhitian, but the entire martial arts world was watching the battle this time. How many days had it been since the dead and silent martial arts world had been so lively?

"Are you the strongest swordsman in the Central Plains?"

"Martial arts do not have first place, literature does not have second place. I have never thought that I am first. If you like this title, you can take it."

The sabre fell to the ground and lightly trembled. The swords that fell to the ground also trembled. This was a mutual appreciation between the heroes, and also the excitement of meeting an opponent at the same time. The two of them did not make a move for a long time. At this moment, the drizzling rain gradually increased in size. Ye Jianxue's mother was the first to draw her sword because of this.

The speed was so fast that everyone was dazzled.

Facing Ye Wen's silence, even Ye Zhitian did not dare to be distracted. This blade user from the East Ocean Continent was originally a dual wielder, but now he was fighting his enemy alone. Even though he was retreating, his sword did not even leave a mark. "There are some distracting thoughts in your mind, throw out those distracting thoughts and fight me fair and square."

Ye Shen's face did not change, but there was a hint of worry in his heart, because the rain was getting heavier.

Someone said in surprise, "What's going on? Nightedge's sword force is in disarray."

Some people could not see the sword move of Yeye because it was too fast, but how could the other heroes who came to ask about the sword be completely incompetent? In the clash of sword intent, if someone's mind was thrown into disarray, then he had already lost. Night Walker's sword was by no means a boast, but a title that he had gained from killing. Although it was called the official fangs, his sword was recognized as the strongest sword in the martial arts world! Even if others saw that his sword energy was in disorder, they still did not understand why the sword energy was in disorder. How could a swordsman like him make such a low level mistake?

At this moment, someone cried out in alarm, "Night has retreated."

Unlike Ye Zhitian's domineering attitude, the style of the katana was like a venomous snake, and all the spectating chivalrous warriors were shocked by the scene in front of them, causing them to be unable to speak, while Night Wordless was actually retreating! Was this swordsman's sword this strong? The expressions of those young masters who were obsessed with the battle resembled the drooling faces of Hua Kui in the Seven Fragrance Market.

The sudden heavy rain made the white robed rangers want to leave, but it was a rare event. If they didn't leave, the rain would soak their white robes and everything inside would be exposed to the world. The young girl from that clan ran away, blushing when she saw the faintly discernible interior scene. Thus, she clenched her teeth and used her clothes to cover her face, causing others to be unable to see her appearance. She then focused her attention on the two people in the arena.

The East Crossing gave the swordsman time and again, waiting for him to throw out all the distracting thoughts in his mind. As the rain got heavier and heavier, the worries in his heart also increased, but she was the only one who could make him such a swordsman.

A gentle voice came from the palace wall, "Don't say anything. Don't throw my Central Plains' face."

It was an ordinary sentence, but it cleared away all the distracting thoughts in Nightedge's mind. He looked towards the east and saw that the latter had also revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth. His left hand had pulled out the other saber hanging on his waist! The sword intent and blade intent that suddenly rose up from the two of them made the spectator feel as if he was standing in a cave of ice. The rain that hit his body also felt like sharp blades …

Ye Wen stroked the blade of the sword with his fingertips and said faintly, "The name of this sword is Wordless. The sword is three feet and three feet long, and weighs seven pounds and four taels. It has been forged using Deep Sea Mysterious Iron for forty-nine days. It has not been defeated."

"The name of this pair of sabers is the Yin Yang Martial Art. The unfathomable Yin Yang Warriors are able to destroy everything in their path, not even one Yin Yang and one Yang have been defeated."

The slightly chilly wind blew through the silent air, lifting lonely leaves into the air. The azure curtain hung low, and the lone birds that were far away from the group looked back. The only thing that could be seen was their small and lonely figures, rising and falling … There was no wind blowing, but the customer's clothes fluttered without any wind. Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with lingering fear: "It's obviously these two people who are fighting. Why do I feel like it's their fight?"

Someone sneered, "Even the wild hare in the mountains would be scared stiff by the Ruler's Qi. A little white hare like you, who can't even hold your sword steadily, would be glad to see two Tiger Kings not urinating."

The former looked at the mocking male with an angry gaze while the latter laughed, "What? You still want to fight? "

Ye Xiwen clenched his teeth and punched on a row of beautiful teeth. It was likely that the two of them were both hot-tempered masters. However, they did not care about the duel in the arena. Instead, they shouted that they wanted to duel, so naturally, no one paid attention to the two of them. Like a clown playing a big game, after shouting for a while and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he just left it at that. Thinking about it, while the two "Tiger Kings" were fighting, who would set their sights on the two little white rabbits? It had been more than ten years since Xin Geng had asked for the sword. A few decades ago, most of the spectators had been children, so how could they have known about the magnificent scene of the day? Now that there was such a grand event in the martial arts world, the population of Chang An city was around seventy to eighty times the size of the martial arts world.

Naturally, the literary industry was also among this group.

Along with him was a white-haired woman.

A few days ago, she had lost her money tree, Raksha, and found her, "The Buddhist Sangha has said that saving a person's life is worth seven levels of the Buddha. I have done you a favor of silver, and now it is time for you to repay it."

The white-haired woman said indifferently, "I want to go to Chang'an. If you want money, then come with me."

And so it went with her.

However, he did not expect that after arriving in Chang An city today, he would hear of such a grand event. Such a lively literary event would naturally not be let off the hook. He turned to the white-haired woman with the red oil umbrella and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

The woman thought for a while and said, "Night Walker is very strong, but that swordsman is also very strong. Speaking of him, there are very few people with twin blades in the Central Plains Martial Arts School."

Wen Ye was puzzled. "Why are there so few double-edged swords? I only know a girl who plays with two knives. "

The woman said, "In a showdown between martial arts cultivators, when life and death are at stake, who would dare to distract themselves? If a single blade could be fully concentrated and concentrated, but if both hands could be used together, it would be unavoidable for the blade to move elsewhere and not be able to do the same! Unless you are extremely talented, no, two blades won't work! "

Wen Ye replied with an "oh", but her expression showed that she didn't understand and didn't continue asking. She turned her head and entered the battle again.

The Eastern Crossing had moved, and the night had moved too.

One strike, two strikes.

The dual blades seemed to come alive under the influence of Dong Ye Du, the Yin Yang Immortal Martial Spirit seemed to have a pair of eyes, the Yang Martial Spirit was the Yang Sword, it was extremely powerful, as though it could destroy everything in its path, the power of the Berserker Blade was not inferior at all! The Yin Master was sinister and extremely vicious, teaching Chi Liansha how to use his vicious double-edged sword, fusing Yin and Yang, double-edged blade like blade, and like two different blade wielders attacking together, the wordless sword may be fast, but it was in a disadvantageous position.

The white-haired woman who was staring at the battle said, "This person is known as the Twin Blademaster. His swordplay was disrupted in an instant."

Wenye exclaimed, "I've lost money too?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I am not sure, but Ye Wen is not an average person. He should be able to find a way to survive the blade aura."

As if confirming the woman's words, Night Walker, who seemed to have lost his mind, found a way to deal with the situation, and the speed of his sword increased by a few points. Every time the blade and the sword clashed, sparks would be produced. The spectators only felt as if sparks were being released in all directions, as if they were performing a magic trick. However, their brows were knitted tightly together. There were very few Heroic Assassins who could suppress Nighteyes. Although Nighteyes had been thrown into disarray from the start, the swords that could suppress him were enough to shake the martial arts world, and at the same time, they were also deeply shocked by Nighteyes. The dual blades were first-class blades in the entire Zhongyuan Martial Arts Forest, and the amazing combination of yin and yang had determined that the enemy would be firmly locked onto by the sword's momentum until the enemy lost his battle.

Another person exclaimed, "Night Walker's sword force has gotten faster again."

The crowd only felt streaks of white light rise up and down in their eyes. The sounds of swords and sabers clashing incessantly rang in their ears, but they could not clearly see the movements of the weapons in their hands.

How did he use the sword? What angle was this sword coming from?!

How did he do it? What angle was this blade coming from?!

Someone said with a sigh, "This Night Walker is really a monster. It seems like this Dual Bladed Master is going to stop here."

The white-haired woman's brows tightly knitted together, because the sword of Nightedge had already reached a point where even she could not see through it! However, the dual-blade wielder still had a face full of certainty, and the burning passion in his eyes only intensified.

He hadn't used his full strength yet!

Only now did the white-haired woman realize that no matter how fast Nightedge's sword energy was, this assassin was able to catch up. This discovery caused her to suck in a breath of cold air! For swordsmen like them, victory or defeat was not something that could be determined by their sword energy, but rather, their timing! Victory and defeat usually happened in that instant, and both of them were looking for that moment.

Not to mention the fact that they had advanced a little bit, the originally lush greenery was now only left with a bare, thick trunk, because all the tiny parts of it had been cut off. Nighteyes' character was high, and such a hearty clash of sword intents made him shout, "Come! "Let's try and receive my sword attack."

At this moment, someone among the spectators cried out in alarm, "Thirteen Sword Arts! Nightedge actually used thirteen sword techniques!"

Everyone suddenly understood, that year when Ye Wen entered the martial arts world, he relied on the Thirteen Sword Arts to completely retreat from Shangguan Yangyi's hands, his name shook the world, how long had it been since he last saw such a move?

Splitting the mountains, overturning the seas, overturning the clouds, and overturning the rain.

Although it seemed like a sword strike, it produced thirteen sword strikes. Because the speed of the sword strike was too fast, the thirteen sword strikes all turned into sword thrusts. The thirteen sword strikes were created by Night Wordless Night, and in this entire world, only he was able to use this move. At the same time, he praised the Dual Bladed Master, who was truly worthy of being called the number one swordsman of the East Ocean Continent! He actually forced Night Walker to use the Thirteenth Sword Art! The spectators understood that the outcome of this battle was of no importance. This battle would definitely be recorded in the annals of history and be passed down for future generations!

His sword swung out, and some people rubbed their eyes, because in the instant that Nighteyes struck out, he saw thirteen nights of him simultaneously stabbing at the dual-blade wielder. "Ahh!" When he rubbed his eyes to take a closer look, he discovered that the two had already stopped battling. The Wordless Sword was an inch away from the Dual Bladed Master's neck, and the Yin Blade was also an inch away from his chest. With a loud clank, a Yang Wu that fell from the sky broke the silence between the two. "One of them slowly sheathed his saber while the other slowly sheathed his sword. They looked at each other and bowed.

The spectators were in an uproar. "What happened in the end!?"

The ranger, who had clearly seen the situation, turned around and walked away. He then left a few words behind, "A draw."

For those gangsters who had not clearly seen the contents of the competition, it was as if the other heroes were even, as being able to personally witness this grand event was already excellent. In the future, if the old man from the restaurant was to praise this world shocking battle, he would yell: "Ladies and gentlemen, I was at Cheng De Palace that day, tsk tsk, this battle is a hundred times more exciting than the one in the book …"

What happened in the end?

Xu Yansheng, who was hiding in the crowd with his runny nose, could clearly see what was going on. He thought back to that day when he had just been born and was not afraid of tigers, and he wanted to give himself two slaps! Nightingale should have stabbed out thirteen times, but her final strike was interrupted. It was interrupted by the Yang Martial Blade that fell to the side, which was precisely the "Chasing Monkey" that he had used before. Xu Yansheng could clearly see that although he blocked the first twelve strikes, he could not dodge the thirteenth strike. He did not expect that Dongye Du Yi would actually use Yang Martial Arts and use the advantage of two blades to forcefully break the thirteenth strike.

This time, the user was Dongye Du Yidao, so even Ye Wen was almost unable to dodge this move. After dodging Yang Wu, the Yin God was already four inches away from his chest, and even though he did not attack with the thirteenth sword, he still managed to unleash an ordinary sword attack.

It stopped just an inch away from each other's mingmen.

This battle was indeed tied!

Wordless Sword returned to his scabbard, his two blades returned to his waist and the two of them faced each other from afar. Neither of them said a word, but all the words were passed down from the blade to the other.