Team after team of Xiaoxiang Pavilion guards under Murong Chunqiu's command walked to the vicinity of Suzhou's main street, evacuated the onlookers, cleared a large open space, and sealed it off tightly.
All the masters of Xiaoxiang Pavilion stood around the ambush circle, looking solemnly at the people in front of them, with indescribable coldness and alertness in their eyes!
Huh! A north wind suddenly rose, and the avenue became as quiet as a ghost town.
In the field, Duo Po and Zhou Yi stood facing each other, with sharp eyes in both of them, like divine weapons, clashing in the void.
Dark clouds were speeding across the sky, the ground was dark and the sky was gloomy, adding to the depressing atmosphere of impending storm between the two men.
The strong wind before the coming storm blew up dust all over the long street, but the two men were still in their clothes, like two stone men.
Zhou Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the scene of Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan fighting to the death outside Yanmen Pass that day flooded into Zhou Yi's mind like a tide.
The Thirteen Deadly Swords is a sword technique designed specifically for killing people. Yan Shisan's sword moves are linked together, and each change contains infinite murderous intent. One move is stronger than the last, and they are endless, just like the magma gushing out of a volcano. Even if you avoid the first wave, there will still be many waves that follow until the enemy is completely submerged.
However, Xie Xiaofeng is not an ordinary person. He is an emperor, the most arrogant sword emperor in the world. His elegant sword style draws gorgeous arcs in the air, dismantling Yan Shisan's moves one by one and counterattacking!
All the beautiful illusions were shattered the instant the sword was unleashed, leaving only a ray of light like a rainbow, cutting through the air!
The long rainbow was extremely gorgeous, just like the flames burning on the surface of the sun falling down, and even the air instantly became extremely hot, and gradually burned and boiled. Suddenly, the burning flames suddenly went out, and the vision seemed to dim, and the world fell into emptiness and dead silence.
It was a dead silence like the end of the world, with rivers drying up, mountain torrents raging, and volcanic magma surging out and flowing across the earth. There was no one living for thousands of miles, only countless bones, covering the fertile fields!
This change was indeed extremely ingenious, almost reaching the pinnacle of any sword technique change, but the deadly fourteenth sword was still not enough to defeat Xie Xiaofeng, because although this change was brilliant, it lacked charm. Sword techniques without charm, no matter how exquisite the changes were, would appear ridiculous.
Fortunately, the Deadly Fourteen Swords has not yet come to an end!
Yan Shisan's long sword was moving, the scorching sun was streaming with gold, gravel turned into pulp, the earth was cracking, rivers were drying up, birds were disappearing, bones filled the fields... ... Countless doomsday illusions were coming again.
But at this moment, in the dead silent world, ethereal notes seemed to ring out, and it was like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky.
With a "pop" sound!
The frozen picture seemed to be shattered and came alive again. The change that had come to an end actually extended to new opportunities.
The long sword vibrated strangely, with wisps of trembling sound rolling, as if it was about to escape from Yan Shisan's hand. He thrust out the sword again amidst the strange rhythmic sound, and countless changes occurred suddenly.
But this change still carries a breath of death, and the deepest darkness is revealed in the vivid scene, forming a strong contrast. Once this sword is thrust out, it is destined to bring death and tragedy to the world.
This is the purest form of 'death'!
If the fourteenth sword represents death in the human world, then this sword brings the Yellow Spring, which is hell!
There was a meadow full of blooming flowers under Yan Shisan's feet, but when the sword was stabbed out, the flowers withered and the grass turned yellow, and their lives came to an end in an instant.
Then... ... .
There was a sudden thunder in the sky, echoing across the distant horizon.
Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the past years faded from his mind again. In an instant, his whole spirit merged with the myriad changes and returned to nature, reaching the state of harmony between man and nature in an instant.
clang!
Amidst the fierce sound of swords, Dielianhua suddenly came out of its sheath and fell lightly into Zhou Yi's hand. In an instant, man and sword became one, reaching the pinnacle realm in the minds of countless swordsmen in China - the unity of man and sword!
But the Soul-Snatcher in the distance had already taken action!
The inky black sword energy swept out in the void in an instant, and the entire void seemed to be torn apart. A sword light about several feet long tore through the sky, carrying a destructive edge and flying straight towards Zhou Yi.
The extremely sharp sword intent instantly enveloped the entire long street. The people watching from afar felt as if they were on an iceberg and snow. The sharp edge that permeated the void made them tremble with fear, and they retreated involuntarily.
The sword flashed in an instant. It was so fierce that it seemed to split Zhou Yi in two. However, just when the soul-stealing sword energy was about to hit Zhou Yi, his pupils suddenly shrank. The figure in front of him gradually turned into nothingness.
Afterimage? Duopo's face changed slightly. He never thought that Zhou Yi's Qinggong was so good
Woo!
A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out. A dazzling sword light like a rainbow flashed behind Duo Po, Duo Po turned around with a blank expression. The long sword carried a great force and blasted towards the sword light as fast as lightning.
The sword light was dazzling, leaving traces in the void.
Bang!
The two swords collided fiercely in mid-air, making a deafening sound of metal and iron, and ripples immediately spread out. Duopo's body trembled, and he stepped back three steps. Every step he took back there was a thunderous sound under his feet, as if he wanted to dissolve the surging force in front of him. After three steps, his body finally stopped, and he looked up in horror at the direction where Zhou Yi was standing.
The white clothes are whiter than snow, and the expression is normal!
Damn it!
Duopo bit his lips hard. The attack just now was purely a collision of strength, without any fancy moves at all. The result was naturally clear!
In terms of internal strength, this world-famous deadly swordsman has long been left far behind by Zhou Yi!
"No need to make any more unnecessary attempts, just use your Thirteen Deadly Swords!" Zhou Yi's figure flashed in the air, he stepped into the air, his face was calm, but his deep eyes were filled with fierceness, locking onto the Soul-Snatching Sword right below him.
"Then please feel free to teach me!" In an instant, Duopo's entire temperament changed, as if a long-forgotten sword was unsheathed again. He slightly bent his body, his body tense, and his sharp eyes were also locked on Zhou Yi in the sky.
The pitch-black sword trembled violently, his eyes were icy cold, and two piercing cold rays flashed in the air. His whole figure appeared in front of Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye. The long sword, which was filled with sword intent, stabbed out suddenly with a shrill sword whistle!
Thirteen Deadly Swords!
Get up! (To be continued)