Under the clouds, two old men stood in the sky, ripples surging with every step they took.
"Draw out your sword!"
Bai Jingtian took the first step, but he circled his palm in a circle and waved it into the void. The invisible and tangible hundreds of flying swords appeared in front of him.
With just a slight push, the flying sword came in an instant, like a meteor flying by. Huang Quan Wentian looked at the flying sword a thousand meters away. It was not a cool move. He simply blocked it with his backhand, and the hundreds of flying swords flew away.
It stopped in front of me, unable to move forward at all.
Turning the palm into a fist, the true energy exploded violently, and the flying sword disappeared into smoke.
"Haha, after all these years, you are not just capable of this, right? Let's see if you can do two more tricks?"
Bai Jingtian was not angry either. This old man from Huang Quan had always been sharp-tongued and even more powerful than the sword. He was too lazy to waste words with him.
The sword transformed again, but instead of appearing in front of Bai Jingtian, it appeared directly around Huang Quan Wentian.
"To be able to control the power of heaven and earth thousands of meters away, this person's cultivation level has reached its peak."
This time, there are more flying swords, stronger and more domineering!
Huang Quan Wentian was surrounded in a siege, and the sharp sword edge was like a dragon roaring, waiting for the fatal blow.
Huang Quan Wentian felt the pressure brought by the thousands of flying swords, but still did not take a step back, and had no way to retreat. He threw the walking stick upwards, and above the clouds, a ray of light fell down as if guided,
The whole person was enveloped in light from top to bottom.
Bai Jingtian stood a thousand meters away and looked at it. This was not a divine light given by God. It was simply a huge sword.
"What a man and a sword!"
Under the sword that fell from the sky, even the thousand sword energy couldn't hurt him at all.
Everyone looked at Huang Quan Wentian who looked like the sword god descending, and some swordsmen paid homage to him.
"This is the real swordsman. What I'm doing is no different than blacksmithing. I'm really embarrassed."
Among them, one person came with an umbrella and stood in an open space outside the crowd, watching the battle between two peerless swordsmen alone. This person was none other than the contemporary man who came all the way from Tianji Tower.
Sword Saint, Feng Ao.
Feng Ming stood behind him. Based on the news from Tianji Tower, he knew that there would be such a competition, so he naturally came.
"Brother, you seem to be more energetic since the battle in the Qinling Mountains. You are finally willing to go out and have a look."
"Hahaha, you underestimate me, my elder brother. I was so happy that day that my sword heart gathered together, and it seemed that the feeling was stronger than before. Although my cultivation is not there, I am still a swordsman, and the two of them are the best in the world.
The strongest battle, don’t miss it.”
"Yes, just Bai Jingtian's first sword attack just now has frightened the world's heroes away."
"The strength of the third in the world is not just a boast. The first is the one who has been missing for many years. The second is the one on the Phoenix Snow Mountain. He has never been born. Now the wine swordsman Bai Jingtian is the number one in the world.
Already."
"Thanks to us being well-informed, otherwise not many people would know about this competition."
Feng Ao looked at Huang Quan Wentian, who had become a man and a sword, and felt a little angry in his heart, "Oh, he is going to the west after all. This is probably his last battle in the world. It's a pity that I don't have the chance to experience his style in person.
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Feng Ming was a little surprised, "Brother, you are now~"
Feng Ao shook his head, stopped talking, and just watched quietly.
Bai Jingtian finally pulled out the iron sword from his waist. It looked like such an ordinary sword. Back then, one man could stop thousands of armies, and one sword could freeze half a city.
With the Jinghong Sword in his hand, Bai Jingtian's eyes suddenly changed, becoming so sharp and sharp that no one could stare at him!
For just a moment, the world was filled with sword energy. The warriors observing the sword seemed to have sword energy passing by their ears and did not dare to move.
"Once the Jinghong Sword is released, there will be no other sword in the world!"
This sentence is not to boast about the magic weapon of this iron sword, but to say that when this sword is unsheathed, it is the time when the sword energy dominates the world. There is no sword in the world that can match the sharpness, no matter how rare the sword is.
, it can only be overshadowed.
The only one who can draw the Jinghong Sword out of its sheath is Bai Jingtian himself. The only one who is qualified to let him draw the sword is the old man thousands of meters away.
Huang Quan Wentian laughed, and in his laughter, the mighty true energy was like thunder in the sky, releasing everyone's eyes from the sword energy of heaven and earth.
"What a Jinghong Sword! What a sword in the world! Let me, Huang Quan Wentian, break it with one sword!"
The Jinghong Sword was in Bai Jingtian's hand, and he just waved it casually. The white sword light had already cut through the void, and appeared in front of Huang Quan Wentian's eyes in the blink of an eye, crossing the ray of energy and the recognition of the world.
Know.
Taking the walking stick, there was a little bit of electric light on the walking stick, sweeping away, and the air was torn apart. It hit the Jinghong Sword heavily, and in an instant, a brilliant colorful light exploded. The original sword energy was swept away and replaced.
It's the terrifying pressure from top to bottom.
Feng Ao looked at this sword and at the people who couldn't straighten their waists. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly. The look in his muddy eyes was respectable, sad and hateful!
"With this sword, he wanted to cut off the thoughts of the world and destroy the illusion in the warrior's heart."
Feng Ming was not a swordsman, but he was still a little heavy-footed due to the pressure.
"What a terrible sword, but this sword failed to hurt Bai Jingtian."
"Amitabha, you are so good. The sword of the underworld donor is a sword for the world. I really don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for these ten thousand years of this world."
Above the sky, Bai Jingtian stared at Huang Quan Wentian, "Who said you were injured in defeat? I really want to take him out and beat him up."
"What, are you scared?"
"Afraid, hahaha, if it were thirty years ago, of course I would be defeated, but old man Huangquan, it's been thirty years, and we should have grown up. Come on, drink!"
With a shout that shook the world, the wine gourd rose up from the ground and flew into Bai Jingtian's hand.
The mouth of the bottle was opened, and the strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils. Bai Jingtian opened his mouth wide, and a stream of wine was poured into his mouth. One mouthful was a gourd!
The old man in white, whose cheeks were a little red, looked at his only opponent, and through the smell of alcohol, he vented the nostalgia and joy in his heart.
"The sword comes from the wine, and when you are drunk, the whole hall will open up. Where to ask a thousand miles away, it is better to be in a dream than in the sea."
A sword comes from wine, and it also comes from the nine heavens, thunder rolling. The flying sword energy is like the Milky Way upside down, elegant and unrestrained!
The endless flow of the river eclipsed the river below, and even went upstream to chase the sword.
This sword's sword energy is more than a hundred miles away, and its elegance is more than human beings!
The thunder in the sky followed the sword, and it lost its sound until it was a hundred miles away and returned to calm. I don't know how many people in the world witnessed this miracle on earth.
Huang Quan Wentian was not injured and did not stop him because the sword was not aimed at him.
He originally wanted to draw his sword and rise up when he looked at the human sword energy, but he also lost the idea. The Tianya Sword, which was a little eager to try, no longer trembled with excitement, but was alone and ordinary together with the thunder.
"What's wrong? Don't you draw your sword?"
Huang Quan Wentian smiled at his old rival and shook his head, "Bai Jingtian, it's enough for me to have a rival like you in my life. With a successor like Qian Mie, I have no regrets. With the sword energy in this world, it's enough."
Being my companion is enough. I also have that boy accompanying me on this last journey of my life. Although I want to teach him a lesson, I am still happy.
In today's battle, I, Huang Quan Wentian, have not lost yet! My sword is above the thunder pool, let everyone in the world watch it!"
Bai Jingtian understood what he meant and knew his determination. Although he was helpless, he was also happy that his old friend had no regrets.
"Now that you've decided, don't say anything. I don't want to say anything about a good journey. You know, I can't say it out loud. Above the thunder pool, give him a good greeting for me! If we fight today, there will be a result that day.
, I, Bai Jingtian, am watching you in this world!"
"Okay! Let your drunken sword strike be more ridiculous! Hahaha!"
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
"Amitabha, the life of the donor of Huangquan is so free and unrestrained, I really have no regrets."
Half of the green onions on the back mountain had been destroyed by the sword energy, but several eminent monks still put their hands together and bowed, paying tribute to the two men's swordsmanship and to Huang Quan Wentian's final choice.
Feng Ao also threw away his umbrella, clasped his hands in his fists, bowed, and murmured in a low voice, "I would like to express my gratitude to my seniors for the world of swordsmanship."
At this point, this shocking battle, which was just a few simple moves, ended in an understatement. The two white rainbows passed through the sky, and they didn’t know where they went. It’s just that this world of rivers and lakes has another interesting story.
talk.
It is said that on the edge of the South China Sea, there were two old men sitting opposite each other drinking, one green and one white, with exaggerated movements. One of them knelt down towards the endless South China Sea. For a time, big waves hit the shore for dozens of miles, and the sea surface surged with waves as high as ten feet.
I simply couldn't stand his kneeling.
Some people also said that it was obviously on a fishing boat in the East China Sea. The two people were lying on their backs with their hips stretched out. Each of them had several jars of wine. However, there was no ceremony of kneeling down. They just kept throwing the jars of wine towards the east, and...
He was chopping and shouting in random directions, and he didn't know what he was saying. He only saw that sword, and it seemed that the sea water was cut into two parts, and the fishing boat became the only bridge.
After that, there were no rumors about the two of them in the world. I only remember that one went to the east and the other to the west, and they never returned to Shaolin.
Until that day, in a courtyard in Qingzhou, a figure of an old man in green descended from the sky. What followed him was no longer a walking stick, but a re-polished sword. There was no pattern on the sword, but the word "that day" was
Still there.
That night, on the prairie, all the grass was wiped out, and the water from the drinking horse river poured into the Milky Way. The mighty sword energy was even more exciting than the drunken sword strike of the drunken sword fairy. Of the 10,000 forward troops of Xixia, only a few thousand were left to escape in embarrassment.
He's just a human being. Some people say that the old man has already entered the realm of heaven and humanity.