Her black hair was swaying in the wind, and this thin figure stood in front of Han Jian and the others.
"I'm coming!" This is a kind of absolute certainty. Although there are thousands of people, it is enough for me to go alone.
The snow fell gently, hitting Feng Ge's face. Although Feng Ge's face was pale, her eyes were full of absolute despair.
"If I can't come back, please tell Master Han Jian for me that Feng Ge was not born with a sword in his hand, but he is destined to die with a sword in his hand!"
The moment Feng Ge took her first step, she had to use her best years to protect the glory of the past, the glory that came from the depths of her soul.
"Hold your sword and die!" Han Jian and others' faces changed slightly as they looked at the thin figure in front of them.
Feng Ge turned around and glanced at Han Jian and the others. A smile appeared on his pale face: "I will win this battle!"
The melodious voice of an oriole was full of determination. Feng Ge turned around, and like a colorful butterfly, she jumped out lightly, danced in the wind and snow, and landed on the platform.
-At that time, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes focused on Feng Ge. This once overlord on the continent was now an unpopular sect. What would happen to his disciples?
At this moment, the entire platform was surrounded by silence. Even the masters of the three major halls rarely opened their eyes and glanced at the platform.
When they saw that it was Feng Ge who was fighting, many sects sighed slightly. Perhaps many years later, the Sword God Sect would not even be qualified to participate in the sect competition.
Countless rays of sunlight condensed together, and an inexplicable pressure came over her. Feng Ge's face became paler, but her steps became more determined, stepping on the platform step by step.
"Although my steps cannot shake the world, my heart and my sword can shake the world!" Feng Ge whispered, and a general trend condensed in her body.
"The sword god raises his sails, I am the sword god!" Feng Ge took the last step and lowered her white dress, making a sound as the endless sword energy surrounded her.
Tianhua Sect disciple, Wu Feng is the one competing in this competition. Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, with some kind of blood dancing in his dark eyes.
Killing intent permeated the sword. Under the background of the scar on his face, Wu Feng's face became more and more fierce, "Tianhua Sect Wu Feng!"
Although his name is Windless, the cold wind is surrounding his figure, the sword energy is permeating the air, and the sound of sharp wind blowing up from the sword wind can be heard non-stop.
With determination in her beautiful eyes, Feng Ge held her sword and whispered: "Sword God Feng Ge!"
There is only one sect on this continent that is the Sword God, not the Sword God Temple, only the Sword God Sect. Externally, the disciples of the Sword God Sect call themselves disciples of the Sword God.
Feng Ge, my sword god, Feng Ge laughs at Xiyue! Xiyue Peak Fengge, at Xiyue Peak, she is like a sword hidden in the snow. Her brilliance has been covered up by Qianchuan Snow, and it has been covered up by Li Taoyue.
, was covered up by Ning Ning.
But if Feng Ge's clam doesn't come out, it will move the sky! She is a woman, she doesn't care about her reputation outside her body, she has spent decades sharpening her sword, just like her character, when she is still, she is like ice, when she moves, she is like ice.
Like fire.
At this moment, Feng Ge is like fire, fighting for honor and fighting for the sect.
The cold sword wind emerged between the two of them, the sharp sound of breaking wind could not be heard, and two general trends emerged from the two of them.
Everyone has their own reasons for standing on this stage, and this reason is the reason why they have persisted for decades.
"My sword, when you draw the sword, you must see blood, and no one will be left alive!" The wind picked up, and Wu Feng's voice blended into the sword wind.
"So, you'd better leave, I won't kill women!" Wu Feng said calmly, the scar in the wind and snow becoming more and more eye-catching.
Fighting still started on the three surrounding platforms. Here, the two people still did not move, just standing quietly in the wind and snow.
"In the world of swordsmen, there are no distinctions between men and women, only strong and weak!" The black hair flew up, and the momentum on Feng Ge became more and more powerful. This momentum was not only her own, it had gradually integrated into the Sword God Sect.
potential.
"The world of swordsmen!" A solemn look flashed through Wu Feng's eyes for the first time, and his gaze stopped in those beautiful eyes. Through those beautiful eyes, he seemed to see a figure dancing a sword, day and night.
, the figure dancing the sword alone in a momentless moment.
The sword is originally lonely. It is precisely because of this that the swordsman chooses loneliness, just as the swordsman chooses loneliness.
Far away from the floating island, there is a mountain peak. When night falls, its moonlight falls all over the mountain peak, Xiyue Peak.
On the Xiyue Peak, the dancing figures danced in the wind and snow, and the bright sword light loomed in the snow. They gave up their glory and wealth, they gave up their unparalleled elegance, they gave up their most beautiful years, her mother chose
sword.
Choosing the sword, she stayed away from the prosperity of the world and danced with loneliness! On the Xiyue Peak, Liu Yuyan stood on the top with a sword, her cold eyes fell on the Xiyue Peak below, and the flying figures fell into her
Deep in the eyes.
Raising her head, Liu Yuyan could not help but see a thin figure in her eyes. That person had always been so unknown, but Liu Yuyan knew that her sword had been hidden for decades.
"Feng Ge, among the many disciples, I always believe that you are the strongest! You don't have Qianchuan Xue's talent, Ning Ning's spirituality, or Li Shiyue's adventure, but you have a lonely heart!"
"I still remember the scene when I met you in the world many years ago, with your thin figure, broken sword, and a girl who picked up a sword at the age of five!"
"A girl without rouge, the sword energy has whitewashed you, and you have whitewashed the sword in your hand! Master is waiting for you to come back, Feng Ge!" The muttering fell into the wind, and Liu Yuyan's eyes seemed to have penetrated time and space.
I saw that thin figure.
The snow fell slantingly on the platform, and the snow flew around Feng Ge in vain and strangely. Feng Ge raised the sword in his hand, the sword rose, and the snow flew.
Just like many years ago, Feng Ge was like this. He raised his sword in the wind and snow, and the brilliant sword light blended into the snow, the wind, and the sword.
The moment Feng Ge moved, Wu Feng's figure also moved. The moment his figure moved, the wind around him became silent, and even the falling snow became silent.
The sword energy was shocking. Although there was no wind, Wufeng's figure was like the wind. His sword represented the wind within a few miles. The sword energy turned into wind, breaking the flying snow and shattering the bright rays.
Sword light.
Wufeng is a strong man at the peak of the second level of hunwu. His sword intention represents absolute tranquility. The calmness without wind is better than the tranquility with wind.
The sword intention was invisible. Facing this sword intention, Feng Ge felt almost suffocated. Although there was no wind around him, his body seemed to be wrapped in the wind - crushing his own sword energy.
"Sword chant!" Feng Ge shouted softly, and the crisp sword chant sounded loudly. At this time, the sometimes low and sometimes high sword chant sounds gathered together, like a poem, turning into substantial sound waves, condensed into
Sword intention, impacting the surrounding sword energy, "Hunwu second level, although the sword intention is good, it is still a little bit bad!" The sword rose, the wind stopped, Wufeng's figure gradually turned into nothingness, countless sword shadows spread and clustered,
It penetrated the surrounding void and shattered the sword intent.
- Time, on the platform, sword intent permeated the air, and the fight between Feng Ge and Ni Feng undoubtedly attracted most people's attention.
Everyone is speculating, can the woman from the Sword God Sect start the first battle?
At least most people shook their heads secretly. Although Feng Ge's strength was good, it was still a bit inferior to Wu Feng.
Han Jian, Liu Ye, Depression, Lu Ya, the breathing of the four people rarely became rapid, and their eyes were fixed on the dancing shadow, Feng Ge!
Over the past few months, they have gradually come to understand this woman's perseverance, her persistence, loneliness can be transformed into a row of wild geese, and the loneliness on the journey of life can be paved into a blue sky.
Whoosh! The sword light emerged, and a blood lotus swayed in the wind. The sword energy streaked across Feng Ge's body, and there were scarlet eyes on her snow-like dress.
However, this is just the beginning. More and more blood lotuses are swaying in the wind. It is Feng Ge's blood, red and white intertwined. However, her sword is always the same, an extremely simple sword, which never shows Mysterious sword skills.
Many people are wondering, does that woman not know any mysterious sword skills? Why is she only using basic sword skills?
The sword energy condensed into a sword shadow, and the sword shadow that filled the sky drowned the red-stained figure. At this moment, most people sighed slightly. In those sword lights, they could feel Feng Ge's Persistence, but persistence sometimes does not mean strength.
At the moment when the shadow of the sword drowned Feng Ge, many people knew that the outcome was decided, and the woman in her most beautiful years was destined to perish in the shadow of the sword that filled the sky.
Wu Feng also sighed slightly. He noticed that today his sword lacked the killing intent and had more helplessness.
Whoosh! The Wufeng sword thrust out. He knew that his sword had penetrated into Feng Ge's chest. The sound of broken bones spread along the sword body to his mind. At this moment, he knew that he had won.
Wufeng also knew that he would never forget this woman, the woman who died under his sword for the first time. But standing on this stage, they all had their own persistence, so Wufeng could only draw his sword without mercy.
Pity always belongs to the person lying in a pool of blood. When holding the sword, every swordsman knows that they just don't want the tears of their loved ones to fall on their corpses.
This sound also resounded in the ears of Han Jian and others, and their faces turned pale.
A mournful sword chant resounded, like a woman's cry, or like the sigh of an ancient sect. This sword chant came from the ancient, ancient sword god.
The bloody figure kept enlarging in Wu Feng's eyes, and Wu Feng also saw that his sword was already inserted in Feng Ge's chest.
However, at this moment, Wu Feng also saw the smile on the corner of Feng Ge's mouth. It was a very sad and beautiful smile, and there was no place to think about it, but it was blown into the west wind.
This poignant sword light also fell on the bright sword light. The sword light broke through the sword shadow, appeared in front of Wu Feng's breasts without any warning, and also inserted into Wu Feng's breasts.
This is the sword of my Feng Ge, my Tao, the sword of the Sword God Feng Ge!!.