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Chapter 57: Vertical and Horizontal

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"



Drop after drop of bright red blood fell to the ground, splashing blood flowers one after another, and the sound became faster and faster.

The result of the duel between the two in the central hall had already appeared. Master Ben's eyes widened, and Snow Girl involuntarily covered her mouth, with tears silently running down her cheeks.

Between Gao Jianli's chest and abdomen, a pure white feather was inserted there, dyeing his chest red.

The blood dripped desperately, one drop after another getting faster and faster, falling from the sky and forming a line.

"puff!"

Gao Jianli opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the Shuihan sword was thrust into the ground to support his body and prevent him from falling directly.

Just a feather had already severely injured the nominally No. 1 master of the Mo family.

Bai Feng is still like a spotless immortal, with his back to Gao Jianli. His secluded and independent demeanor fascinates everyone. A smile appears on Chi Lian's lips, while Xue Nu's heart trembles. The victory or defeat

It seems to be clear.

"Did you lose?"

"No, it can't be like this!"

"Xiao Gao!"



Xue Nu couldn't restrain herself and wanted to run out, but she saw a wild smile blooming from the corner of Gao Jianli's mouth, and then the smile got bigger and bigger, almost crazy.

"I won, didn't I?"

He said words that made the Mo family ecstatic and made Chi Lian look at Bai Feng with doubtful eyes.

The Shuihan Sword originally used for support was lifted up by Gao Jianli, facing Bai Feng. The ethereal man who emerged from the dust, like a phoenix, did not look back.

He just walked towards the outside of the Mohist Organization City step by step with difficulty, and pools of blood appeared at his feet, staining the ground red, and outlining one pattern after another on the floor of the central hall.

There was a look of surprise on Wei Zhuang's face. He saw Bai Feng's wounds. The clothes in front of Bai Feng, who was facing Wei Zhuang, were stained red with blood. But Bai Feng was still proud, just like the phoenix, he didn't need anyone's help.

, just like that, he left everyone's sight step by step and walked into the dark passage.

"Bai Feng seems to have never been so seriously injured. Do you need me to help him?"

Chi Lian's voice had a special charm at all times. She looked at Bai Feng who was about to disappear in the passage. The road was full of blood. The number one master under Wei Zhuang was obviously seriously injured and held his head high.

The disappearance of his breasts in front of everyone is his greatest pride.

Chi Lian had no doubt that if no one helped, Bai Feng would probably fall down outside the Mo family's city and die there.

"He won't let us see him injured. He will naturally appear in front of me after he recovers."

Wei Zhuang's expression didn't change much. Even if the most powerful person under his command was so traumatized, he didn't show much emotion. He only showed a trace of surprise at first.

"This battle seems to be won by us."

Tang Xuanming's voice rang in the central hall. He didn't know when he was already standing in a corner of the central hall, looking down at everyone below. He could clearly see the battle between Gao Jianli and Bai Feng just now.

He is deeply aware of how powerful the top group of people in this era is. Gao Jianli is not even the top in this era, and can only be considered first-class at best.

"I can't even take one of Gao Jianli's swords. This era is really interesting."

Having just killed a group of Qin's most elite heavy armored soldiers, the vague pride in my heart was thrown out of my mind.

Only those who have truly experienced the most advanced swordsmanship of this era will understand how ignorant he was back then.

"I'm just a frog in a well."

Suppressing his thoughts, he looked at the expressionless Wei Zhuang. The man who put the Mohist government city into dire straits calmly said to a group of Qin soldiers: "It is indeed possible to let go of those Mohist disciples..."

Everyone in the Mo family was overjoyed, but Tang Xuanming remained expressionless, waiting for Wei Zhuang's next words. Things were not that simple.

As expected, Wei Zhuang's next words made everyone's hearts rise again.

"...But the bet hasn't been completed yet, and the last round hasn't really started yet. How can it be considered a failure?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The tone was obviously not high, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

"Brother, the battle between you and me has never ended. It is destined that only one of us will make it out alive today."

Wei Zhuang stared at the passage on the other side of the central hall with burning eyes. The Qin army was originally there, but now they were all exhausted and there was no sound at all.

The raging sword energy flowed freely in this space. Gao Jianli's eyes widened and he said in shock: "Is this the true strength of Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie? They already have such terrifying sword energy before they even draw their swords.

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On the other side of the passage, Gai Nie, dressed in a large white robe, slowly walked into the central hall. In the passage behind him, corpses of Qin soldiers lay scattered one after another.

None of the Qin soldiers in his passage survived, they were all killed.

Wei Zhuang laughed wildly and violently, but Gai Nie, known as the best swordsman in the Qin State, had a calm face and his white clothes were not stained with blood. Dozens of fully armed Qin soldiers fell at his feet, but he did not waver in the slightest.

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His steps were slow but firm, with a special rhythm, and he walked slowly from the passage into the central hall, confronting Wei Zhuang at a distance.

One is dull and the other is unbridled, but the sword energy of both of them increases crazily as the distance shrinks, as if there is no end.

People who have not stepped into the threshold of spiritual practice have no way of detecting this terrifying change, and can only feel that the atmosphere in front of them has become very depressing.

Qin Jun, who often killed people in life and death, had extremely sharp six senses. Although he had not truly stepped into the martial arts, he still sensed something was wrong, and everyone became a little uneasy.

"This way of enhancing sword energy and sword intent, is this the most amazing Guiguzi swordsmanship?"

Tang Xuanming, who ventured to climb to the top of the central hall, sighed with emotion, his eyes bright.

Hiding in the passage is undoubtedly the best way to survive this catastrophe safely, but as a swordsman, missing out on the best swordsman showdown in the world is unbearable for anyone.

"No swordsman will miss it if you can experience the legendary swordsmanship of Guigu Sect."

If you listen to the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. The more you practice, the more you can feel the extraordinaryness of this era.

Rich historical heritage and a glorious civilization more than 2,000 years ago.

The miraculous swordsmanship, the uncanny machine skills, the weird and unpredictable yin and yang skills...

If you come to this era and don't experience these miraculous existences, wouldn't it be in vain?

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