Nightfall

Junmo and Ye Su are both proud people and powerful people, but no one knows whether they are strong because of pride or strong and proud.

There was an autumn rain two years ago. They once met in the Lanke Temple and then fought. They turned around proudly, and did not look at Qiuyu or the sword. Because of Buddhism, they never enjoyed it.

Today the two met again, each with a sword, to divide the autumn scenery before the Qingxia.

The upcoming is the third sword.

The third sword only, it seems that this battle has just begun, but both the two of them fighting, or the hundreds of thousands of people watching the battle in the wilderness, feel that this is the sword of victory and defeat.

Eighteen years ago, in the wasteland, at the end of the black line, because the son of Pluto was born, Ye Sudao was excited, and cast the strongest sword in his youth, slashing the small tree into 533,000 One hundred thirty-three tablets.

After that he traveled around the country, the realm increased again, and the wooden sword in his hand became slower and slower, from a thousand swords to a thousand swords, a hundred swords, and finally to a sword.

Because a sword is enough.

The autumn wind masterpiece, the breath of heaven and earth in front of the Qingxia, seemed to be attracted by wooden swords, rushing from all directions, the sunlight falling in the sky was refracted into a weird shape, like a galloping horse.

Affected by this, countless golden yellow rice paddies followed the wind and went north. A golden wave emerged from the wilderness, and the wooden sword traveled between the paddy waves, like the precursor of a fast boat.

Ye Su no longer stayed where she was, her coat fluttered slightly, and went away with the wooden sword.

Daohai Jinlang is pushing the wooden sword like a boat, under the influence of the majestic vitality. Faster and faster, about to become a flash of lightning, Ye Su's figure is always affixed behind the sword shadow.

No one can fly so fast.

Walking with the sword is always a legend.

To be more precise, there is no such legend in the world except Confucius.

Ye Su is not walking on the sword.

The wooden sword is a boat.

He is the man on the boat.

The boat carried him.

Instead of pushing the boat.

There was a gust of wind in the sea of ​​rice.

Ye Su disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he came to Junmo.

His hand held the handle of the wooden sword.

Bend your knees. Slim waist, straight elbow, without turning wrist.

Mu Jian stabs Jun Mo's left chest.

Very bright and holy. Lit on the sword.

The sun over Qingxia seemed to be a bit dim when he made the sword.

Not apocalypse. Rather, the sword and the heaven and the earth are united.

He transformed Haotian's will into his own sword intention.

This is God's will.

There is a will in the wood sword.

How can it be avoided?

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The wooden sword with the will of God is more difficult to answer than the iron sword that was determined before.

Life and death can be unnoticed, and God's will cannot be avoided.

Junmo remembers the teacher repeating that sentence many times.

There is no omniscience and omnipotence, except Haotian.

He knew that he couldn't avoid Ye Su's sword, so he didn't avoid it.

He didn't look at the wooden sword piercing his chest, raised the iron sword and cut it.

Chopping is a very simple action.

What he did was very simple, just cut it like this.

Questions that are not easy to answer will not be answered. Just as Ning Que hadn't entered the second floor, the question written for Chen Pipi was too complicated to calculate, so it wouldn't count.

If the knot is not easy to untie, then don't untie it. It's like teak wood was knitting its own hair into a knot because the bath water was cold. It was too troublesome to untie it.

Just let the younger brother say the answer, and take the rules to deal with him without telling.

Just let the seven sisters untie themselves, and cut them with scissors if they don't.

The wooden sword that came to me was difficult to answer. It wouldn't answer, it's hard to avoid, then it's hard to avoid. He took the iron sword, just like picking up the door ruler and the scissors, and fell down.

Jun Mo has always regarded Xiaoshi as an idol, and has never learned Haoran Qi, but he has learned Haoran Sword and Haoran Qi.

The iron sword he was holding seemed to lift all the boulders in the Qingxia, so immensely magnificent, he was open-minded and gave him a feeling of endless comfort.

In front of this simple and cheerful iron sword, there is no god, no sky.

Jun Mo's calm and confident iron sword can cut Ye Su in half before the wooden sword appears.

It's not that the jade and jade are burned together, but the courage to consider each other.

Courage is a kind of pride.

Everyone knows that the Second Brother of the Academy is the most proud person in the world. He is the first brave man in the world. The blood in the field before the Qingxia and the countless cavalry who died under the sword have proved this point.

Ye Su is also very proud, because the pride that Jun Mo showed at this time, he became more and more proud.

He did not avoid it.

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The wooden sword moved forward, stabbing Junmo's left chest, the seemingly blunt and unsharp wooden sword, and the black armor suddenly fell into focus. The hidden lines under the armor were suddenly bright and exhaled a strong breath.

The iron sword fell without chopping Ye Su's neck because he was blocked by the scabbard on his back.

In the blazing light, the seemingly inconspicuous scabbard is like a cloth sail in a violent ocean, intercepting the force of the wind and giving the boat the power to travel.

The sharp edge of the iron sword just happened to stab in the scabbard, because the sword was so straight that it couldn't pierce it.

All of this is true, but neither is true.

The iron sword is not an iron sword, the wooden sword is not a wooden sword, and the scabbard is not a scabbard. The most subtle basic structures in these things are filled with countless heaven and earth vigor.

This is no longer the confrontation between swords and swords, but the confrontation between mind power and mind power, the confrontation between two worlds.

Countless heaven and earth vitality arrived violently, and then was swallowed by the invisible vortex instantly, entered the world of the two, and then violently burst out through the sword or scabbard.

The heaven and earth vitality before the Qingxia was compressed to the extreme, and the refracted skylight became more distorted, because the compression was too strong, and the heaven and earth vitality began to rub between them, and a burning flame appeared!

If you say Ye Su's sword at the beginning. A small sun was lit before the Qingxia, then before the Qingxia, it seemed that a real sun was born, and infinite light and heat sprayed towards the field!

This is a dazzling picture.

What kind of heart should sway the person seeing this picture.

Unfortunately, it's like a Confucius slashing in the wilderness, because the light is too blazing. Few people can see this scene at all.

Liu Bai can see.

Ye Hongyu can also see.

She remained silent in the shrine and looked down, not seeming to care about the situation at the Qingxia.

At this moment she couldn't help raising her head.

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In the light. The iron sword in Junmo's hand continued to press down.

With a slight hissing sound, the scabbard on Ye Su's back was ripped open.

Ye Su looked indifferent, and the wooden sword in his hand continued on.

The wooden sword shortened from inch to inch. Part of it entered Junmo's chest, more broken into the finest powder, and then burned violently, like a candle.

The current situation depends on whether the iron sword breaks the sail first or the wood sword breaks the armor first.

After all, the wax torch should become ashes.

The burning wooden sword became shorter and shorter, but still did not break the armor on Junmo's body.

In the blazing light, Ye Su's face became transparent, still without any expression.

He continued to hand the sword forward.

Until the end, there was only one hilt. A bare sword hilt.

With a clear whistle, Ye Su took a picture with his palm and snapped the entire hilt into Jun Mo's chest!

Previously, his wooden sword had no hilt or scabbard.

Now his sword has a handle. There is also a sheath.

Because these years, his practice has been retreating.

He stepped back.

From Wan Jian to Yi Jian, from seeing to seeing, from outside to the world.

But in this battle today, he has been advancing without stepping back.

His scabbard. It's a stumbling block in the world.

His hilt is his entire spirit in kendo.

He bound the edge of the iron sword with a scabbard, and then shot all the sword intention into Junmo's chest!

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Junmo's practice over the years is as simple as his iron sword.

Go forward, go forward, then go forward.

There is no retreat, there is no return, he is heading towards the peak.

Just when Ye Su patted the hilt into his chest, he suddenly loosened it.

The iron sword is too wide and too straight, like his eyebrows, neither to the world nor to the sheath.

At least for a short time, he couldn't break Ye Su's sheath.

Just like solving a problem, then he will not break.

He loosened the hilt and made concessions for the first time in his spiritual practice.

But his left foot took a step forward in the light of the sky.

His right hand clenched into a fist, holding the infinite light in the autumn wind, hitting Ye Su.

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The unprecedented Junmo gave in for the first time.

Ye Su, who retreats, advances decisively.

Two peerless geniuses in the spiritual world, in this thrilling battle, happened to coincide and chose the best method of the other, but they didn't know who would win the final victory.

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When the sword hilt did not enter the black armor.

Throughout the wilderness, there was a tearing sound.

As if the sky was torn by someone.

Junmo's armor hasn't changed, and some very fine wood chips remain on it.

Behind him was a horrible sword.

The sword pierced the Qingxia straight, and stabbed a sword hole deep in the cliff!

Only the sword overflows, there is such amazing power.

What about the Junmo who bears all the sword in person?

Almost at the same time.

Jun Mo's fist also fell on Ye Su.

He held the infinite light in his fist, that was the spirit of heaven and earth in front of the Qingxia.

These worlds are filled with an unimaginable amount of sword intention.

The sword intention of the iron sword even has Ye Su's own sword intention.

Junmo loosened the iron sword, and then held countless swords.

When his fist fell on Ye Su, ten thousand swords fell on Ye Su.

The spring breeze flicks the willow, the fine leaves fall into the water.

Chaoyang was born, and the lake was golden.

Rin Dongxuehu, the wind is like a sword.

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In front of the Qingxia, it was quiet and silent.

Countless binoculars fell back there ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked nervously at the two people standing opposite each other.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Ye Su coughed suddenly, and countless fine blood appeared on the plain clothes.

He looked at Jun Mo and said with emotion: "If you don't have this armor, I don't have to lose."

"There is no if."

There was no joy of victory on Jun Mo's face, and he said indifferently: "If you want to say if, then if I have no armor and no sheath, I win. If you have no sword, I have no sword, I win."

"If it was eighteen years ago, I won. If it was eighteen years later, I still won."

He finally said: "So no matter what, I win."

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(No if, see you tomorrow.) (To be continued ...)