On the top of the lonely peak, the wind is fierce.

The two young men looked at each other and laughed out loud in a knowing way.

The unique sword fighting before was actually a masterpiece of the two.

Under the selflessness, the pure sword fighting that happened in a small range is the most perfect expression of wits and power, and the most peak sword skills masterpiece. Now, if you want to copy it, you can't copy it anymore.

Although the true energy is exhausted and exhausted, they are rarely so embarrassed. The two of them secretly admire each other and have an atmosphere of mutual appreciation.

They put away their smiles, crossed their legs, stuffed a handful of qi-replenishing pills into their mouths without saying a word, and sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing.

After a long time, the two of them recovered their true energy one after another. Feng Chuxue jumped up first, with her eyes shining: "I lost just now, continue now!"

Feng Chuxue thought he had lost. He was in the late stage of Baozhen. He had the advantage of cultivation and was still evenly matched. That was he lost.

"No, it's a draw." Tan Weiran corrected that he knew his family affairs. In fact, Feng Chuxue's cultivation advantage is very small. After all, his true qi is tempered by the Imperial Chapter, and his true qi is more pure.

This is the first time Tan Weiran has made this unique fighting sword. It is not a life-and-death battle. No matter how rich his experience is, it is useless.

To be honest, Tan Weiran's experience in this sword fight did not work much.

He practiced the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword, not the Nine-Chain Thunder Hollow Sword. This was corrected by Tan Weiran in this life, which was equivalent to practicing again from scratch. In this regard, he really didn't take much advantage. Considering the age difference between him and Feng Chuxue, the two were in line.

Strictly speaking, it is absolutely true to say that the draw is a bit.

The wind blew his head. He blinked, and said seriously in confusion and seriously: "Then let's get the draw."

"Now continue, ready?"

Tan Weiran slowly took off his steps, stretched his five fingers, and made his fingers relax and soften. He calmed his mind and nodded slowly: "Come on."

"Then it's here." A piece of earth-gray wind blows snow step by step, and the terrifying sword soul is instantly released. A vast white sword soul cuts across the night sky.

Tan Weiran put away his distracting thoughts and softened his five fingers. With a gentle bounce, it was like a purple thunder rushing out. The sound of thunder exploded continuously, shaking the sky.

Two sword spirits slashed past. A corner of the lonely peak fell down the crossed sword energy, slashing and collapsing one corner directly. The silver-white frost was accompanied by charred black smoke.

Tan Weiran focused on forgetting himself and pointed his sword at the sky.

The strong wind blew, and the snow was fluttering. He was covered in dust and dust, even though his white clothes were no longer there, his graceful posture remained unchanged and slowly lowered the tip of his sword.

Staring at each other, you can see the fiery fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

It seemed even more vaguely that the strong and violent hearts could be heard, and the strong and violent leaping hearts were excited for this decisive battle. The blood was like running rapidly in blood vessels. It ignited the hottest side of the heart, making the passionate blood boil.

The battle at this time and the previous sword fighting should not be confused.

If the previous sword fighting was pure and without mixing other factors, the one who competed with the sword skills was better and tested the basic skills of the sword. It was a feast for the basic skills of the sword skills of Jizhi.

Then, the contest at this time is about strength, which is the real peak battle.

The sword soul-level battle will surely be unique.

Tan Weiran breathed smoothly, his heart beat strongly and vigorously, and blood ran like a wild horse in his blood vessels. He seemed calm, and only he himself understood how excited he was.

At this moment, the opponent standing in front of him was Feng Chuxue, who was young and killed Zhuo Feifan.

It is the white-clothed sword god who has eternal style, which has made countless people's hearts disappointed and longed for.

It is especially true that the white-clothed sword god once fought fiercely in Huangquandao. With Lingyou's cultivation level, in just half an hour, in the wheel battle in front of the formation, he killed the five great gods of Huangquandao in one breath, causing countless monks in the wilderness to cheer and boost their morale.

How could I forget that the white-clothed sword god came forward for his friend being killed and fought hard to kill Zhuo Feifan. His charm is desirable.

The white-clothed sword god and Pei Donglai were on Yun Tao, and the fierce battle of more than 3,800 swords with magnificent sword energy was unforgettable.

The wind blows snow, it is not the future white-clothed sword god who is invincible all over the world.

And I am not Tan Weiran, who had a broken body in his previous life.

As my mind turned, Tan Weiran suddenly felt passionate. He walked forward, concentrated his mind and raised his hand, and once again, he had a magnificent sword: "Catch me 20% of the sword spirit!"

In the blink of an eye, purple color renders the sky, transforming the depth into honor, and brewing peerless dominance.

The wind blew the snow's eyes lit up, extremely bright, revealing an excitement. Concentrating the mind and wielding a sword. The whole sky seemed to be covered by a layer of white frost flowers.

Sword Returning on the Snowy Night! Two to the Sword Soul!

The sword spirit is the most powerful, which is simply causing the movement of the wind and clouds, sweeping across the sky and the earth. In an instant, the Sword of Return in the Snow Night and the Sword of the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound burst out with a suffocating breath, swallowing half of the peak.

The head of half of the lonely peak collapsed and landed vertically, causing a sensation like the collapse of the sky and the earth.

Tan Weiran couldn't help but freeze under the cover of ice and snow, and his whole body was frozen for a moment. The glow burst out and forced the participating sword spirit away. Tan Weiran let out his breath, shook his head and stopped: "I'm so angry."

Feng Chuxue's forehead was soaked with fine sweat beads, and a terrifying purple lightning was reflected in his pupils. With a muffled groan, the horizontal sword intercepted a little of the terrifying purple lightning and avoided a little.

Even so, he was involuntarily blown out of the cliff and turned back in the air. His true energy was basically exhausted. The wind blew and snow gasped: "Same."

They smiled at each other and took the pills again, quickly urging the medicine to replenish qi.

After a long time, Feng Chuxue opened her eyes and said, "The last sword!"

Tan Weiran nodded in agreement: "The last sword!" It was still difficult to use the sword spirit with the cultivation of Baozhen.

The wind blew the snow and lowered his head, stared at the sword, revealing a wisp of frost, raised his hand and raised it, and said loudly: "Go back at night with ice and snow..."

The sword soul was released, and wherever it went, it seemed to have really cut the sky open. The terrifying silver frost freezes the mountain peaks and makes an amazing creaking sound!

"Nine Tribulation Thunder Sword!"

In a blink of an eye, the unparalleled purple thunder and lightning instantly turned into the most amazing sword energy. One sword fell down, sweeping across thousands of troops, and unscrupulously demonstrated the violent thunder and lightning.

The two peerless sword techniques collided together, making a collision sound of the sky and the earth cracking. Frost flowers splashed, and the lightning was dotted with stars. The dazzling light boiled in the entire sky, completely enveloping the two figures.

In an instant, the mountain peaks swayed. The purple light and silver light seemed to burst out from the mountain.

Boom rumble. This mountain, which was as high as three thousand feet, collapsed and collapsed in the upper half of hundreds of feet, and was slashed by the extraordinary sword soul. It fell and smashed the sky and the earth torn apart.

Tan Weiran and Feng Chuxue groaned, and Feng Chuxue squirted blood and fell into a coma. There were clearly charred marks on their bodies, and they both fell.

Tan Weiran let the stones hit his body, and ten gold bodies intercepted him. He was completely unaware of it, and fell in a trance in the collapse of the sky and the earth. His mind was already in the forgot about everything, immersed in the wonderful taste of the previous sword.

It turns out that the next step of this sword should be like this...

Tan Weiran was full of joy. He didn't notice that he was hit by countless stone rains, nor did he realize that he was falling. He was completely selfless and sinking into this unique understanding.

One sword, one sword, another sword...

Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword... Thunder Sound, I can understand it. But why is Nine Tribulation?

One sword is faster than the other, and it is at an unparalleled speed. The stunning purple light cluster condenses, and the truth is hidden and unreleased.

Tan Weiran's Lingtai Qingming suddenly realized that it was this.

He was falling, getting closer and closer to the ground. In mid-air, the sword of Forgetfulness was delivered as fast as lightning, and the purple light ball shrank into a halo, and then condensed into a thin layer of light.

I understand!

With a slight pause, a sword was handed out, and a number of stones that fell flat were swept to pieces by a sword energy. Just one sword was a burst of nine consecutive purple sword energy.

No, no, it doesn't have to be nine. Maybe it's one, maybe it's three, maybe it's anything, as long as... I'm willing.

He swung his sword again, and a little purple aura condensed and did not emit. When it was shot out, there were dozens of sword auras.

That's it!

Tan Weiran was no longer a sword that was free from reins, and a sword that was unstoppable, breaking through four percent of the shackles.

At this point, the condensation has been improved to 50% of the sword spirit!

Su suddenly woke up from his insight, opened his eyes and saw Tan Weiran immediately was so shocked that he burst into cold sweat: "How could it fall down?"

He looked up and his scalp immediately became numb: "Can this mountain collapse..."

"Not good. Where is Feng Chuxue?" Tan Weiran remembered that Feng Chuxue was severely injured by his 40% sword soul. Although he also took a move of 30% sword soul, he had a strong defense in the 10-pound body.

Cold sweat soaked around his neck, Tan Weiran quickly fell and looked around.

Where is the wind blowing snow?

At this time, a huge rock fell and hit Feng Chuxue's body. The third-level golden body barely defended it, which also made Feng Chuxue moan in pain and woke up from the coma.

"What a powerful 40% sword soul, what a powerful sixth-level golden body."

Feng Chuxue moaned and sighed, his memory was still left before he was severely injured and unconscious. I couldn't help but feel admiration when I saw Tan Weiran with his own eyes relying on his sixth-level golden body and barely preventing half of his "Ice and Snow Night Return", so I couldn't help but feel admiration.

Perhaps, there is still a hidden envy.

At this time, he turned his head and was shocked to find that there was only less than a hundred feet left from the earth!

If he has a fourth-level golden body, or if his cultivation level is higher, he will basically not die if he falls. However, given his current situation, it may not be possible.

He struggled, and was about to get up and fight for survival. At this moment, an arm that suddenly came from the stone above his head was stretched down and grabbed him.

Then, a head appeared on the stone above, accompanied by an extraordinary and bright smile: "It is said that Feng Shui will change, and you and I probably didn't expect it to turn so quickly."

Fifty feet...

Feng Chuxue was stunned and smiled bitterly, lowered her head to look at the ground getting closer and closer. He could already imagine falling into a meat pie: "If you use 40% of the sword spirit, your true energy will definitely be left. If you fall down together, you will die together..."

As soon as this statement was spoken, Tan Weiran and Feng Chuxue were stunned. This was so familiar and seemed to be similar.

Thirty feet...

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. Tan Weiran said with a smile: "A swordsman as powerful as you, I am very lonely when I die. A person like you and me, who dies, isn't it very boring in this world?"

The wind blows and snow laughs silently.

Twenty feet...

Tan Weiran concluded with a concise summary: "So, in order not to be lonely and to have more fun and color in the world, you and I have to live reluctantly."

He grabbed Feng Chuxue and picked it up. Tan Weiran rolled sideways and disappeared.

The countless huge rocks left were like meteors, smashing on the earth in vain!...)

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