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, they chose the sword.
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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 about her sword, which had been hidden for decades.
"Chu Ge, among the many disciples, I always believe that you are the strongest! You don't have Xiao Luoxue's talent, Ning Binning's spirituality, or Liu Yuehong's adventures, but you have a lonely heart!"
"I still remember the scene when I met you in the world many years ago, with a thin figure, a broken sword, and a girl who picked up a sword at the age of five!"
"A girl without rouge, the sword energy whitewashes you, you whitewash the sword in your hand! The master is waiting for you to come back, Chu Ge!" The muttering fell into the wind, and Liu Yuyan's eyes seemed to see through time and space.
That thin figure.
The snow fell slantingly on the platform, and the snow flew around Chu Ge in a strange way. Chu Ge raised the sword in his hand, the sword rose, and the snow flew.
Just like many years ago, Chu 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 Chu 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
Wufeng is a strong man at the second level of Lingzong. His sword intention represents absolute tranquility. No wind is better than tranquility with wind.
The sword intention was invisible. When faced with this sword intention, Chu Ge felt as if he was about to be suffocated. Although there was no wind around him, his body seemed to be wrapped in the wind, crushing his own sword energy one by one.
"Sword chant!" Chu Ge shouted softly, and the crisp sound of sword chants resounded. At this time, the sometimes low and sometimes high sword chants gathered together, like a poem, turned into substantial sound waves, condensed the sword intention, and impacted.
Feeling the sword energy all around.
"Lingzong Level 2, although the sword intention is good, it is still a bit bad!" The sword rose, the wind stopped, and Wufeng's figure gradually turned into nothingness. Countless sword shadows spread and clustered, piercing the surrounding void and shattering the sword.
meaning.
For a moment, the platform was filled with sword intent, and the fight between Chu Ge and Wu 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 Chu Ge's strength was good, compared to Wu Feng, Chu Ge's strength was still a bit inferior.
Wu Ling, Xiao Ding, Luo Zeng, and Lin Bing, the four of them breathed rapidly, their eyes motionless as they stared at the dancing figure, Chu Ge!
Over the past few months, they have gradually understood this woman's perseverance. Her persistence and loneliness can be transformed into a row of 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 Chu Ge's body, and a striking scarlet streak appeared on his snowy dress.
However, this is just the beginning. More and more blood lotuses are swaying in the wind. It is Chu Ge's blood, red and white intertwined. However, her sword is always the same. An extremely simple sword never shows any mystery.
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 in the sky drowned the red-stained figure. At this moment, most people sighed slightly. In those sword lights, they could feel Chu Ge's persistence.
But persistence sometimes does not mean strength.
At the moment when the shadow of the sword drowned Chu 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.
Wufeng also sighed slightly. He noticed that today his sword lacked a trace of killing intent and gained a trace of helplessness.
Whoosh! Wufeng stabbed out with his sword. He knew that his sword had penetrated Chu Ge's chest, and the sound of broken bones spread along the sword 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 when they swing the sword.
This sound also resounded in the ears of Wu Ling and others, and their faces turned pale.
A mournful sword chant resounded, like a woman's cry, and like the sigh of an ancient sect. This sword chant came from the ancient, ancient sword god.
The bloody figure continued to enlarge in Wufeng's eyes, and Wufeng also saw that his sword had been inserted into Chu Ge's chest.
However, at this moment, Wu Feng also saw the smile on the corner of Chu Ge's mouth. It was a very sad smile, and the sadness was everywhere in the west wind.
This poignant sword light also fell on the bright sword light. A sword light broke through the sword shadow, appeared on Wu Feng's chest without any warning, and also penetrated Wu Feng's chest.
This is my Chu Ge’s sword, my Tao, the sword of the Sword God Chu Ge!
"Swordsmanship has its realm, so can swords have its realm?"
"There are three sword techniques, and there are also three realms of swordsmanship. One is that the sword is sharp and invincible; the other is that the heavy sword has no edge, and is not skillful and skillful; the third is that it flies flowers and picks leaves, and no sword can defeat the sword."
"When I was young, I was like the first one. I showed my sharp edge and competed to be the first in everything. Now, I am like the second one. When I see someone, I am like a good woman, and when I snatch it, I am like a fierce tiger. From now on, I am like the third one. I can win without a sword but with a sword, I will be disadvantaged in everything I do!"
No sword is better than a sword, and everything is unfavorable! This is Chu Ge's sword. Her sword does not require extremely mysterious sword skills. Her sword is just like this. It seems to be an extremely simple sword, and the sword moves with your heart.
The sword appeared on Wu Feng's chest without warning, inserted into it, and pierced Wu Feng's heart.
Blood spurted up and spattered on the surrounding snow. Bang bang! The dull sound resounded in vain, the strength contained in the sword tip exploded, and the two figures fell back one after another.
Blood dripped all over the ground, and the bodies of Chu Ge and Wu Feng rolled several times.
The aura of the two of them is getting weaker and weaker. Everyone is stunned by this ending. Both sides suffer?
The breath became weaker and weaker, and a sense of powerlessness spread in Wufeng's heart. He knew that his will was getting weaker and weaker, and everything in front of him gradually became blurred.
Looking down at the sword on his chest, Wu Feng smiled bitterly. To this day, he still doesn't understand why Chu Ge's sword appeared there without any warning.
A touch of bright red dripped from the corner of his mouth, and finally landed on the hilt of the sword. The sword intent condensed on the sword shattered Wu Feng's soul, and his last ray of consciousness also dissipated.
In another place, Chu Ge climbed up with great difficulty. The blood gushing from his chest dyed the entire sword red. Chu Ge's figure was swaying in the wind, as if he would fall down at any time.
With difficult steps, Chu Ge walked towards Wu Feng's body step by step, pulled out the sword from his chest, and his blood spurted out again, staining his clothes red.
The sword slipped from her hand. Chu Ge bent down and held her sword with a smile on her lips. She used her sword to protect Glory.
Pulling out the sword, Chu Ge dragged the sword, turned around, and walked unsteadily toward the way she came. When she came, countless questioning eyes fell on her. When she returned, these questioning eyes had changed.
Sword God Chu Ge! At least at this moment, most people remember this figure.
Every time he took a step, Chu Ge's steps were so frivolous, but this frivolous step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.
The ground was stained red with blood. Chu Ge jumped lightly and landed on the steps like a swaying butterfly.
Wu Ling and others immediately supported Chu Ge's figure, and his spiritual energy poured into Chu Ge's body to stop the bleeding wound, but Chu Ge stopped him.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!" Under the wind and snow, Chu Ge's lips burst into a smile, and he sat helplessly on the snow.
In the first battle, the Sword God Sect won, at least the Sword God Sect was defeated now, but Chu Ge used her sword to tell the world that the Sword God Sect's sword was not rusty.
Qing Jue, Jue Lin and others all sighed slightly, these are the disciples of the Sword God Sect. The will of the Sword God is always flowing in the souls of the Sword God's disciples, and one day they will bloom into brilliant flowers.
Although the Sword God Sect lost, they are proud to be Sword God Sect disciples.
Looking at the thin figure in front of him, Wu Ling whispered: "Perseverance means spending countless time and energy to accumulate, but it only shines for a moment. This is your sword!"
The sword that had been concealed for decades bloomed at that moment. Wu Ling turned around, raised his head, and looked at the platform. The second disciple of Tianhua Sect was already standing on the platform.
"When people have faith, they also have strength, and this faith is enough to protect with a sword!" A general trend surged around Wu Ling, "In the second battle, I will do it!"
"Second battle, I'll do it!" These words rang in the ears of Chu Ge and others. Wu Ling walked towards the void step by step with his sword in hand. With every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger.
In this era, their generation of Sword God Sect disciples is called the lost generation, the defeated generation. The outside world believes that the Sword God Sect will become increasingly declining in the hands of this generation.
But the generation that is called the leap can also make heaven and earth tremble with swords and lives.
Holding the sword, the moment Wu Ling stepped onto the platform, his terrifying momentum completely exploded, and his aura continued to rise.
"Luoxia Peak Wu Ling!" Qing Jue whispered, his eyes falling on Wu Ling. Among the five, Wu Ling was undoubtedly the strongest.
"If this battle is won, then the next battle will be more beneficial to the Sword God Sect!" Jue Lin nodded meaningfully.