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But under the snow-white plain clothes, there is a power that makes even two supreme swords tremble.

The swords in their hands are no longer hostile to each other, but merged into one, resisting this power.

The swords in the hands of the two were separated at two places on the eaves, but in the eyes of others, they became one sword.

"Do you still need to fight?"

"need."

"why?"

"Because it's not enough."

"Yes, not enough."

They know that the heart given in the sword is not strong enough.

In the excitement, there is the fear of the unknown.

This is human nature.

It will not be different because the two are gods in the sword.

Life, a new birth descends with a cry.

This is fear, fear of the unknown in the world, the unknown of life, the unknown of fate.

So everyone is afraid of the unknown.

Suddenly, there was a dragon chant, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.

The sword looked pale in the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng and said, "Please."

He didn't look at Ximen Chuuxue, not even a glance.He didn't even look at Ximen Chuuxue's sword, nor did he look at Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

This is the taboo of swordsmanship.

The battle between masters is like a decisive battle between armies. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.

"Please."

Ximen Chuuxue drew his long sword out of its sheath.

He didn't go to see Ye Gucheng, nor did he even glance at him.

He only has his own sword and his own heart in his eyes.

At this time, the light of the stars and the moon became fainter, and all the brilliance between the heaven and the earth had concentrated on the two swords.

No, not quite.

A tall and straight figure faintly covered the light of the two swords.

He is laughing.

It's a heartwarming smile.

When everyone's eyes left the two swords that should have been the protagonists and fell on this figure, a kind of fear rose from the heart.

His face was like snowy jade from the Tianshan Mountains, it was supposed to be that of a rich man, but he could already see the floating tutu on the sea of ​​blood.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

Startled everyone who was shrouded in fear.

He, who could it be?

The first question beyond the sword came to mind.

"This is?"

Lu Xiaofeng knew that today's decisive battle was not a battle of life and death.

But he never thought that today's battle would be a battle between two masters of swordsmanship.

The swords in their hands are each other's whetstone.

After a collision, the swords in their hands became even more radiant.

"Swords don't have friends, but the swords in their hands become friends."

To Huamanlou's ears, the sound of two peerless swords colliding was filled with joy.

"friend?"

"They are all my friends."

"No, they are your friends, but the swords in their hands are not."

"why?"

"Because the sword does not shed tears when it kills you."

"Little guy, why did you stab me?"

Lu Xiaofeng was thinking about what Hua Manlou said, when suddenly a big gash was stabbed in his waist.

The blood is very red.

The face is very dark.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Hei Tong.

"I wonder if my sword will shed tears."

"But you haven't thought about a question, that is, is the weapon in your hand a sword?"

"it is."

"no, it is not."