The ticking sound resounded, and suddenly a tall figure emerged from the cave.
Raising his head and looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Wang Tong took a few steps back.
A figure emerged, and he was clearly a middle-aged man.
His long hair was draped messily around his shoulders, blocking the person's front face, but just the side profile was enough to tell how extraordinary this person was.
A sharp breath hit his face, and the air in the entire cave seemed to be frozen.
At the figure in front of him, Wang Tong felt the shocking sword intent. Even though he was a Soul Martial Realm warrior, he seemed so powerless when facing this figure.
Facing Yuehen, Wang Tong was not afraid at all, but facing this person, Wang Tong was not as fierce as before.
After bowing slightly to this figure, Wang Tong said respectfully: "Wang has met the emperor brother!"
Hearing this, the figure raised his head, his messy long hair fell to both sides, and a handsome face emerged.
Raising his head, the man looked at Wang Tong and smiled faintly: "Sorry to trouble you, Sect Master Wang!"
"No trouble, this is what you and I agreed upon!" Facing this person, Wang Tong did not dare to act like a sect leader.
Wang Tong was convinced that if the man in front of him took action, he would die under his sword within ten moves. After a pause, Wang Tong said respectfully: "Brother, since Wang has completed it as agreed, then?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you!"
Sensing the middle-aged man's cold tone, Wang Tong shuddered and bowed slightly: "It's Wang who is worrying too much!"
"Just wait for notification of the next plan!" The middle-aged man said calmly: "Remember, don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the past few months!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man's figure turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared. Seeing this, Wang Tong bowed slightly and slowly exited the cave.
The cold wind was still roaring, and Sword God Mountain seemed particularly peaceful tonight.
It was only when the rising sun emerged from the sky on the third day that the Sword Valley resumed its bustle again.
Today's battle was just like yesterday. A few people went up to the stage first to draw their opponents, and then they started fighting in order.
What people are looking forward to is that there will be another fake soul martial realm battle today, between Yue Hen and Bu Jingxian!
As the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, Bu Jingxian's cultivation is naturally terrifying, so this is an evenly matched battle.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen rarely paid attention to this competition.
Standing on the fighting platform, Bu Jingxian bowed slightly to Yuehen and made a sword salute.
Yuehen ignored this, his eyes fell on Ye Chen below, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yuehen's move was obviously a rude move, but Bu Jingxian didn't pay attention to it. He smiled faintly and held his sword.
Ding! The sword roar resounded, and the two figures shot out. The sword shadows spread out, covering the entire martial arts platform.
The colorful sword energy was accompanied by the afterimages, which was undoubtedly a visual enjoyment. In the end, no one could catch Yuehen and the two of them.
A look of doubt appeared on Ye Chen's face. Today's moon marks seemed stronger than yesterday.
What surprised Ye Chen the most was that Yuehen's control over the sword intention was as good as his own.
Sword skills emerged one after another. When the ninety-sixth sword was struck, Yuehen suddenly exerted his force. The tip of his sword broke through Bu Jingxian's sword force, and the cold sword emerged from Bu Jingxian's neck.
The sword shadows all over the sky receded, Bu Jingxian smiled helplessly, put away his sword, bowed to the moon mark, and jumped off the martial arts platform in a free and easy manner.
Yuehen undoubtedly won this battle, and the cheers were as loud as thunder.
Standing on the martial arts platform, Yuehen smiled faintly, turned to look at Ye Chen below, and said lightly: "I'll wait for you!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled faintly, ignored it, closed his eyes and continued practicing.
The battle between Yue Hen and Bu Jingxian was undoubtedly the climax of the day, and it was not until sunset on the west mountain that the Five Peaks Competition ended on the third day.
After getting up, Ye Chen left the Sword Valley on foot and walked quietly toward the sword path.
Quietly comprehending these sword intentions in the sword's path, Ye Chen was once again immersed in the world of sword intentions, until a few moments later, a cry woke him up.
A tall figure fell in front of Ye Chen, also standing quietly on the sword finger.
When Ye Chen woke up, the sky was already filled with stars. Looking at Huang Wushuang standing in front of him, Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "I have met the Peak Master!"
Hearing this, Huang Wushuang turned around and looked at Ye Chen thoughtfully. He raised his right hand slightly, and the surrounding snowflakes moved towards Huang Wushuang's palm, eventually forming a snow sword.
"The sword is a sword, and the intention is the intention! The sword intention is just an extension of the artistic conception. The most fundamental thing is the artistic conception, not the sword intention!" Huang Wushuang murmured softly, raised his sword, and stabbed forward lightly.
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However, this extremely simple sword caused a terrifying effect, and a spatial crack spread out.
The snow sword turned into snowflakes and fell again. Huang Wushuang flicked his right hand, and the cracks in its space also dissipated.
Raising his head, Huang Wushuang glanced at Ye Chen, shook his head slightly and said, "Do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" Ye Chen shook his head slightly. In response, Huang Wushuang didn't say much. He got up and walked towards Luoxia Peak.
Ye Chen fell into deep thought. It was only when Huang Wushuang's figure disappeared from the sword path that Ye Chen raised his head.
The moon is full, and the sky and the earth are filled with silver light. On the round moon, several silver light pillars shine on the mountain peaks, forming a very strange scene.
Snowflakes were fluttering in the cold wind, like countless elves singing cheerful hymns, but Ye Chen's heart could not calm down for a long time.
Huang Wushuang's sword was deeply imprinted in Ye Chen's mind. With a slight jump, his figure landed lightly on the treetops.
Several muffled thunders sounded in the sky, and drizzle drifted away with the wind. It was indeed snow and rain.
The thin raindrops from his feet fell like crystal jade beads on Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes and thought about the sword skills he had learned in his life.
Feeling the sword intention on this long road and realizing his own artistic conception, Ye Chen's eyes became clearer and clearer. When the first ray of dawn fell between the sky and the earth, Ye Chen suddenly raised his head and bowed to Luoxia Peak.
"I understand, I understand!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The rising sun was rising, and the soft sunlight enveloped the entire Sword Valley.
The disciples of the Sword God Sect who participated in the third round stood on the martial arts platform one by one. There were ten people in total in the third round this time.
With the appearance of the five members of Yue Jingxian, the atmosphere in the stands was suddenly lifted. Today is the final round of the Wufeng Sword Discussion.
Yue Jingxianruo glanced at Yuehen thoughtfully. At this moment, Yuehen didn't have any sharpness in his body. He looked like a mortal, which was completely different from the previous one.
Yue Hen felt confident again with his powerful cultivation, and there was a hint of sinister look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen.
Yue Jingxian waved his right hand upwards, and the scene immediately became quiet. He looked around at the warriors and announced: "The third round is a big melee. The last one left on top will be the first, and the second last will be the second."
Names, go down in order!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were some whispers in the square. Today, the battle was undoubtedly a one-man show between two fake soul martial realm warriors.
"Do you all understand the rules of the game?" When the surroundings became quiet again, Yue Jingxian glanced around the field and asked in a deep voice.
"Understood." After hearing Yue Jingxian's question, a chorus of cheers suddenly sounded in the venue.
"Okay, now that I understand everything, let me announce it!" Yue Jingxian slowly raised his hand, and then suddenly dropped it: "The final round of the Wufeng Wheel Sword begins now."
As the hand of Immortal Yue Jing fell, several waves of momentum suddenly erupted from the originally peaceful fighting stage.
The figures flashed, and two figures fell towards the outside of the sword platform like kites with broken strings. Everyone looked at the martial arts platform with surprise, and then several figures fell from the martial arts platform. In just the blink of an eye,
Only Ye Chen and Yue Hen were left on the fighting stage.
There was a look of astonishment on the faces of everyone in the audience. Just one face-to-face meeting determined the top two. The fake soul martial realm was really powerful.
The scene was completely silent. In the battle between two young fake soul warriors, who would have the last laugh?
Especially those who knew about the grudge between Ye Chen and Yuehen, everyone showed expectant expressions...