Chapter 846: The Palace Lord's First Battle Broken Sword
The past cannot be traced back, just like the cold wind, the three people who greeted Jiang Duandao, besides Bei Bingxuance, the master of the first palace of Yeming Palace, were also several elders, Li Qingniu, who was dressed in cloth and had a rough face like a mountain villager, and the Jiang family
Jiang Chenyue, another elder.
As for the other elders, no one was seen. Only the three masters from Ye Ming Palace were present. Obviously Beibing Xuance still had backup. As for the other disciples from Ye Ming Palace, none of them showed up, because these young disciples were naturally unable to participate due to their strength.
Come in to avoid unnecessary sacrifice.
Jiang Chenyue's eyes were very complicated. Jiang Duandao and he were from the Jiang family, and they were related by blood. Jiang Duandao's dazzling light in the Jiang family had already outshone his peers in the Jiang family. Although Jiang Duandao was better than Jiang Chenyue,
Jiang Duandao is a generation older, but he doesn't want the most outstanding disciple of the Jiang family to perish like this.
But the man holding the bloody sword did not notice Jiang Chenyue at all. It should be said that Jiang Duandao's eyes had always stayed on Beibing Xuance. There was a somewhat unruly expression on his twisted and scarred face, dancing wildly.
His silk hair was rising and falling, and his whole body exuded a cold and ruthless bloodthirsty aura. The dark and cold sword was surrounded by a faint halo of blood, and he was like a lord in the underworld.
"Beibing Xuance, I'm not here to catch up with you today, I want to get back what belongs to me. In other words, you have two choices, either surrender to me, or Yeming Palace will disappear and cease to exist.
"The arrogant and arrogant tone came from Jiang Duandao's mouth, with endless chill in the coldness.
"Jiang Duandao, it's better for you to turn around. You and I couldn't help what happened back then. Why are you still so stubborn?" Beibing Xuance saw the other party's determined and cold face and those murderous and angry words. He was helpless.
said.
"I said, what happened back then has gone with the wind, but what I am doing now has nothing to do with what happened back then. Netherworld Sect should see the light of day again, and the glory of Netherworld Sect will bloom in my hands. Either you surrender.
To me, it's either death." As soon as the murderous words came out, the rays of light falling from the east suddenly became extremely cold, and a long sword cry erupted from the Blood Netherworld Blood Knife in Jiang Duandao's hand.
It surged out.
The criss-crossing scars were like symbols of death, and Jiang Duandao's face immediately became terrifying and ferocious.
"Jiang Duandao, don't forget that you were once a disciple of Ye Ming Palace, and you are also a descendant of our Jiang family. What is the difference between what you are doing and deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors? I advise you to turn back and make ends meet. The Nether Sect is inherently demonic.
"Teacher, are you really going to become a demon? Are you going to be an enemy of the martial arts cultivators in the world?" Jiang Chenyue, who was standing behind Beibing Xuance, said anxiously to Jiang Duandao.
Jiang Duandao ignored Jiang Chenyue. He looked at Beibing Xuance with a dark luster in his eyes, and directly ignored Jiang Chenyue's words.
Jiang Chenyue sighed helplessly. He knew in his heart how deep Jiang Duandao's resentment towards the Jiang family was. If the Jiang family had stood in his position, then Jiang Duandao would not have become like this.
At that time, as the head of the Jiang family, he did not help his own people, which made him feel very guilty. This was because of his guilt towards Jiang Duandao. He had personally ruined the genius of the Jiang family. So he blamed himself.
Feeling uncomfortable, he resigned as the head of the Jiang family and passed the position of head of the Jiang family to another well-respected person in the Jiang family.
Until now, he has been suffering from self-blame and guilt. Although he has a kind-hearted and cheerful nature, the Jiang Duandao incident will always be a pain in his heart. He will never forget those desperate eyes. That gentle and jade-like look back then.
The Jiang Duandao no longer existed, replaced by a cold and crippled demon with blood soaring to the sky, and waves of pain surged out of his heart like a tidal wave.
"Everything has disappeared, Jiang Duandao, it is my responsibility that caused all this. I said this before, so now I also send this to you. We are not individuals, we are Ye Ming
As a member of the palace, we have the heavy responsibility to shoulder the future of Yeming Palace. If you want to hate, then hate me alone. I will be responsible for all this. Let us make a real end today."
Beibing Xuance moved his hand, and a long sword with a jade-like luster suddenly appeared. The burly body contained billowing cold energy. The road is ruthless. If the eighth level of heaven is sentimental, the sky will also grow old.
. His eyes revealed the domineering and domineering nature of his own. He was as cold as ice, like a peerless ice god.
The long sword roared like a trembling, and the blood knife clanked like a vibration. The long sword in Beibing Xuance's hand glowed with a layer of light like jade ice marrow. Leng Jue was domineering and unparalleled. He came from the Ice-cold God Realm, and he brought with him
Endless icy aura swept across the world, he was the coldest and most ruthless representative in the world.
Some people say that the pinnacle of ruthlessness is the coldness of the ice, and the eighth level of the ruthlessness formula is that if the sky is sentimental, the sky will grow old, and in the end, the sky will still be ruthless.
Ice-cold and overwhelming, the cold air was overwhelming, and the sword light flowed like a brilliant light. At this time, Beibing Xuance gathered all his true energy, and a faint white light lingered around him, as if he was covered with a layer of hard ice jade.
Armor. He holds a long sword, steps on the ice, and the flowing white jade-like aura rolls up. The burly and strong mountain-like body contains the power of the frozen world.
Jiang Duandao's eyes narrowed, and when he raised the Netherworld Blood Knife in his hand, raging evil energy surged out from the peerless weapon. The sword seemed to have swallowed up all the evil blood energy in the world, and it was roaring like waves.
There was a whistling sound. The sword energy was billowing, and the cold evil energy was surging like a tide. Jiang Duandao's hair was flying wildly with the endless cold evil aura, and his ferocious face revealed a terrifying demonic intent, like the king of the underworld returning to the world.
"Beibing Xuance, back then you and I were known as the outstanding disciples of Yeming Palace, and we dominated the extremely cold city with one sword and one sword. At that time, we didn't know the winner. Today, we don't recognize the winner, but only decide life and death.
"Jiang Duandao shouted in a deep voice. He raised the peerless weapon and pointed it at Beibing Xuance. There was a bit of unconcealable cruelty in his determined expression.
Although many people may have heard it vaguely, people who have lived in the extremely cold city for a few years know Jiang Duandao and have heard of his story. The reason why he broke up with Yeming Palace and Beibing Xuance was because
The word "love" is said to be worth 80,000 words in the world, but the word "love" is the most hurtful.
The condensed breath and the bloody fury competed with each other from afar, the coldness as cold as ice spread across the sky and the earth, and the most ferocious demonic intent rolled up. The two former close friends finally walked towards the battlefield of life and death hostility.
Too many words can only appear so pale and powerless. Only the sword in the hand can resolve the grievances of the past.
Beibing Xuance's eyes were as bright as lightning, but his whole body was as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand glowed with jade-like coldness that froze the heaven and earth. And Jiang Duandao's pair of blood-red demonic eyes were as bright as rays of light,
The blood evil aura surged around him, and the dark broadsword rolled with a red luster, as if it was swallowing all the blood in the world. The underworld energy surged around him, and he who was possessed by the devil was the Lord of the Underworld who came from the underworld.
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Two completely opposite auras were facing each other nervously. They knew that no matter how many words they said, they could not quell the conflict. Only the weapons in their hands could resolve everything. Only the nostalgia for the past was revealed in their condensed eyes, which surged up.
The majestic aura that arose turned into a powerful blade with real substance, and their eyes gradually glowed with a stronger and stronger fighting spirit.
They were once brothers and sisters, and now they are enemies of life and death. All of this was caused by fate, and perhaps it was a battle of fate. Everyone held their breath and looked quietly at the two people who represented the peak strength of the extremely cold city.
People, who is the devil, who is the right way, good and evil are not mutually exclusive, a battle will tell the difference. This is the inner thought of many people, and it is also the inner expectation of many people, no matter who wins or dies, the extremely cold city
What happened today is enough to change the history of the extremely cold city, and even the history of the world's martial arts world.
If that long breath in the heart can eliminate all grievances, then everyone with different ideas hopes that it will be a lose-lose ending. The sword is only to protect what it should protect, but the knife is facing the direction it determines. No one
If you will underestimate those swords and swords, the peak showdown will definitely bring extremely shocking power.
As soon as the sword light condensed, a jade-like sword light burst out from Beibing Xuance's hand. His eyes were shining, and his tall body was as strong as a mountain, as if he had inexhaustible ice power all over his body.
.The flowing sword light streaked across the sky, facing the rising sun, and the cold sword energy froze the soft morning sun.
One after another, one after another, the cold sword energy, the morning light condensed into ice, everything is so random, like an immortal spell. The cold sword energy, the sunlight that is frozen into ice,
And the long sword that was as frozen as heaven and earth instantly turned into a confluence of thousands of swords, heading towards Jiang Duandao, who was holding a bloody sword and full of evil aura.
Condensed cold air spread out from the sky and covered the earth, and the bloody evil energy surged up. The blood knife in Jiang Duandao's hand made a clanging sound, and a layer of bloodthirsty light lingered around the blood knife. Suddenly, the situation in the world changed suddenly.
, the condensed sword energy surged like a rainbow, and the bloody sword energy surged like the roaring waves of a river.
Jiang Duandao transformed into Ming Zun, and took a big step with the blood sword in hand. The blood sword swung out with the force of thunder and thunder towards the cold jade sword energy. In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened, and the long sword made a crisp sound.
The sword roar rang out, and the blood sword's sharp screams corresponded to each other.
As the sword light circulated, the tall and burly figure was already walking as fast as the wind, condensing the coldest breath in the world, and facing Jiang Duandao with an aura like an ice god scorning the world. And the man with a ferocious face holding a blood knife turned his sword around.
, his figure is like a shadow, and his strange movement seems to blend into the darkness between heaven and earth. Although the morning sun shines down, it cannot reveal his figure.
The sound of sword light clashing with each other was sharp and harsh, Shen Xiong's cold and fierce figure, the mysterious figure, the long sword condensed the sword energy like a flower, and the blood knife set off a wave of evil energy. When the fierce evil energy and the cold
When the ice energy strikes, the world seems to be divided into two halves. One half is the freezing cold world, and the other half is the bloodthirsty and demonic cold world. Only those two completely different energies emit sounds when they collide.
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The figure is like spinning and dancing, the figure is as motionless as a mountain, the two intertwined figures are as fast as the wind, and the weapons in the hands are colliding like stars falling. The sound is clanging, and the energy is as strong as an explosion, Beibing Xuance's whole body
Shen Xiong was as strong as a mountain, and Jiang Duandao was as cold and fierce as a demon. The move between the two of them was a shocking magical skill. The air waves they set off surged up and turned into thousands of powerful blades that shot out in all directions.
The figures flashed, avoiding the surging energy blade. This was an unprecedented peak battle in the extremely cold city. One was the Lord of the Yeming Palace, and the other was as famous as Beibing Xuance.
The battle between the peerless masters who disappeared for ten or twenty years will definitely leave a mark on the history of the extremely cold city, and it can even be said to have shocked the entire martial arts world.
Beibing Xuance's cold eyes were focused, and the ice-like true energy around him suddenly rose. The sword light from the long sword in his hand increased steadily, and the cold sword energy almost froze the entire sky.
After he stopped, the body-protecting energy lingering around him circulated even faster. With the long sword waving, his body that was as motionless as a mountain began to undergo some changes. His feet were as fast as the wind, and the sword light followed him like a shadow, towards Jiang Duan.
The knife enveloped him and went away.
On the other hand, Jiang Duandao's energy was sinking into the sea, setting off a violent force. The bloody sword in his hand made a trembling sound, and the billowing dark gray ghost energy was like a mysterious dragon hidden in the sky and earth.
The sound of the sword wind piercing the air rose loudly, and the blood knife condensed with blood and tried to rush towards the condensed air curtain. Half of the world suddenly turned into a ferocious blood color, and an endless sea of blood and forest prison suddenly formed.