In the battle of the deserted city, the two swords blocked Marquis Wu, and the sharp edge of the sword crossed the dazzling Huaguang in the night sky.
In the hands of Ning Chen, the Qingque Emperor Sword, the divine soldier of the King of Hell, swayed and waved, and he did not dare to be careless in the face of the two swords of the deserted city.
The edge of the battle is getting hotter and hotter. The two swords in the deserted city have their own merits, and they are all rare swordsmen in the world.
The broken sword has no front, let alone a slanted front, and the sword is clean and honest, giving people the feeling that it is only strong, the most direct and strong.
Snakes are sharp, on the contrary, dexterous and difficult to distinguish, such as the most terrifying poisonous snake, difficult to judge and even more difficult to stop.
One positive and one strange, tacit understanding, under the cooperation, even if half of the body is suppressed, it still makes Ning Chen feel a lot of pressure.
In the battle of the sword, in the instant of life and death, the death and death of a sword is faster than that of a sword, showing the cruelty of the sword.
The battle is fierce, the sword is broken, the sword is clear, and the power is stronger.
The King of Hell's Divine Soldier blocks Duanjian, facing the right, strong against the strong, not going sideways, only the head-to-head confrontation of the sword.
Snake swiped by, the blade twisted and twisted, but saw the green sparrow turn from fast to heavy, and Qian Jun pressed down, swinging away the dexterous and strange sword.
Odd to odd, fast-heavy alternation, changing moves, eyes are hard to distinguish, only when the swords meet, can you detect the rapid changes on the sword.
There was no mercy, no concession, a just and ruthless battle on the sword, sublimated between the three, and the light became more and more dazzling.
The swords in the barren city are all cold, just like this desolate and icy city, it will not hesitate because of any human affection. In the barren city, only the sword is the supreme truth.
The swords in the hands of the three were so dizzyingly fast that their bodies avoided the sharp edges, their hair fluttered silently, and the cold light that passed by was only a short distance away.
Ning Chen swung his two swords and moved his footsteps without any hesitation. He knew in his heart that if he couldn't get through this battle, he would have no chance. When he met Mu Bai, he had to break through the swords of the two.
Blocking the sword, spinning the sword, spraying blood, and the moment when the three swords clashed, Ning Chen's figure slanted, avoiding the deadly edge, the sword turned, and the two swords pressed against Snake Rui together.
Jian Er's eyes narrowed, and the snake sharp coiled the sword in his hand, blocking the blue sparrow's edge, but at the same time, the sword of the king of hell had arrived, and the unstoppable Leng Feng stabbed into the body.
"thorn"
There were two harsh sounds, blood flowers flew up, and Jian Er and Ning Chen's shoulders were each blushing.
The broken sword was dyed red, and the king of hell summoned his life. On the two swords, the blood had not yet fallen, but seeing Suyi's whole body breaking out, the two of them were shocked back half a step, swept out in a flash, and hurried away.
Before Jianchi, Mu Bai looked at the fast approaching figure in the distance, a strange color flashed in his calm eyes, not bad.
Thirty miles away, for the innate powerhouse, is nothing at all. It didn't take long for the three figures to arrive at the same time.
However, this momentary gap is a completely different result at this moment.
Ning Chen stopped his steps, the two swords behind him stopped at the same time, and did not continue to shoot.
Before Mubai, there were very few people in the world who could or dare to use a sword. Although the three of them were already at the top of the younger generation, they were still only juniors before the invincible sword in the deserted city.
"You only have a chance to say three words." Mu Bai glanced at the young man and said calmly.
"Senior Mubai," Ning Chen bowed and said respectfully.
"One sentence" Mu Bai said lightly.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and he said, "The Lord of the Four Poles is more durable than the Martial Lord back then, I'm done."
Mu Bai's eyes suddenly flashed a sword light, and the sharpness of the moment made people feel cold and terrified.
"You should know the price of lying," Mu Bai said coldly.
"The younger generation has fought against Martial Lord and the Siji Realm Lord, and knows the strength of these two people better than anyone else. If there is a half-truth, the younger generation is willing to bear all the consequences," Ning Chen said seriously.
Mu Bai looked at the former quietly, and after a few breaths, said flatly, "Ten days later, Wushuang City will witness the sword, and I will allow you to come and watch the sword."
"Thank you senior, junior will retire first." Ning Chen bowed respectfully, then turned around and left.
"Master"
Jian Er stepped forward and was about to speak, but was stopped by Jian Yi, and shook his head calmly, indicating that he didn't need to say more.
They can't change the master's decision. No one can stop this battle of the sword.
In the Great Xia Imperial City, Ning Chen came back, and before he stopped to rest for a while, he left again.
There are only ten days, and he must hurry up to make arrangements. This rare and precious opportunity cannot be missed again.
In Peerless City, a sword post flew down from the sky, the sword intent was strong, and it flew down, like a fast electric star. The person who sent the post had a broken sword on his back.
In the city, Xuanzhi took the sword post, and after reading it, the light in his eyes kept beating.
In the depths of Wushuang City, in the forbidden area with dense formations, Xuanzhi came with a sword post. After reaching the outside of the formation, he released his hand and the sword post automatically flew into it.
In the next few days, the story of the mythical battle against the four-pole realm master in the Sword of Desolation, like a torrent, quickly spread throughout the land of China.
The major event that shook China, the Sword of Desolate City, has disappeared for many years since the last battle with Wu Jun, and now it appears again, and it will pick up the four-pole realm master who is now the most powerful person in the world. This battle has made countless people Urgent attention.
In Peerless City, the four-pole realm master walked out of the forbidden area, and when he heard the uproarious news from outside, he couldn't help frowning.
How did this matter spread so quickly, or someone deliberately spread the news to force him to fight.
Eternal Night Divine Sect, the three hall masters received this news at the same time, but their reactions were different.
The first temple is still as calm as before, the figure on the throne is indifferent and speechless, and has no interest in this news.
In the second temple, Zong Qianqiu waved his hand away from the chessboard in the void, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was incomprehensible.
The third temple, the heroic figure standing in front of the throne, his eyes looking at the far east, his fighting spirit rises.
Compared with the four-pole realm master, he is more interested in the myth of the sword in the deserted city, the powerhouse of the peak of martial arts, always respected.
"Father" Luo Fei walked into the hall master and said respectfully.
"Go and invite the Demon Lord, and go to Peerless City to watch the battle together," the leader of Yongye said.
"Yes" Luo Fei bowed and backed out.
Daxia Imperial City, Prince Mansion, Prince Yan walked out, waved his hand, two swords flew out, turned into meteors and fell into the palace, and immediately walked away.
The time has come, and the atmosphere of the war is getting more and more tense. Wushuangcheng, Xuantian and others are waiting in full force. The innate powerhouses who have gone on the expedition have also returned to make full preparations for the upcoming war.
The four-pole realm master stood on the city, waiting indifferently, with a powerful breath, and he couldn't see the appearance of being seriously injured not long ago.
At this moment, the void in the distance suddenly trembled, the sword energy in the sky rose, the heaven and earth trembled, and a figure in white came, unhurriedly, seemingly bland, but it brought a heavy burden to the innate powerhouses in the city. pressure.
The eyes of the "powerful" four-pole realm lord squinted, and the rumors were true. The sword of the barren city was indeed unusual.
Mu Bai, who stepped on the sword, was dressed like a sword. The moment he came, all the swords trembled in the entire barren city, and they were about to come out of their sheaths to meet them.
Xuan Tian glanced at the trembling sword beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his hand and pressed it down, stopping Hao Jian's restlessness.
"Master of the Four Pole Realms, please," Mu Bai said calmly, standing in the void.
Seeing that the opponent was different from the past, the four-pole realm master held his right hand, and the calamity of flames fell from the sky and fell into his hands, the flames swayed, and the calamity of flames opened up.
The next moment, the colorful rays of light flashed, and they reached Mu Bai in an instant.
The war situation has begun, the sword disaster has brought the world, and the four-pole realm master is full of murderous aura. He must take this opportunity to be powerful in the state of the gods and completely kill the myth in the sword.
Mu Bai's brows were wrinkled, and the sword and fingers of his right hand were folded together, sweeping away the calamity and natural disaster that fell in front of him.
The martial arts are clumsy and disappointing. I just hope that the strength can really be as the kid said.
In the distance, the void was ups and downs, and three powerful breaths appeared. Looking at the battle ahead, it was the Pope of Eternal Night God and the masters of the first and third halls.
On the ground, a figure in cyan clothes came, with black hair fluttering, and a familiar handsome face, which made everyone present attentively wait.
The legend of Daxia has also come.
The leader is coming, the legend is now, and the most powerful people in the contemporary era are all present, watching the battle in the air without saying a word, but it brings a strong pressure to everyone. In the void, Luo Fei's eyes swept around, but she didn't see Ning Chen's figure, her eyes couldn't help narrowing. Although she had known each other for a short time, she was very concerned about this great Xia Zhiminghou. It is estimated that it is difficult for anyone to surpass
he is.
This is not a derogatory connotation, on the contrary, this person gave her a very good impression. Those who achieve great things are informal, have a black heart, and have a ruthless sword.
"Burning Hell"
During the war, the calamity and natural disaster cut through the road to hell with a single sword, and the fierce and fierce sword qi blocked it until Bai Yi was in front of him.
"Monarch, see Mubai's sword clearly," the leader of Yongye reminded.
The white-haired demon looked away, and at this moment, when he saw the sky and the earth, a dazzling sword light rose up, so dazzling, a sword opened the sky.
With a slamming sword, the heaven and earth paled for it, and the universe trembled in order to shake the world.
The sudden sudden change caused the complexion of the innate powerhouses in Peerless City to change dramatically. How could this happen
Luo Fei also frowned. Due to the lack of cultivation, she didn't see why. Even if there was a gap between the two in front of her, they shouldn't be so different. Why did this happen.
"Can you see why?" The leader of Yongye glanced at Xia Ziyi next to him and said.
"Sword above the field" the demon's eyes were deep and calm.
The Eternal Night Sect Master nodded and said, "The sword is three feet long, and three feet in front of him is the forbidden area for swordsmen. When Mu Bai has no sword in his hand, the farther away, the stronger the sword will be, but when there is a sword, three feet away Inside, it is difficult for gods and ghosts to enter”
In the battle, the broken flames fell from the sky, banged, and smashed to the ground.
The humiliation of Zhe Bing, "You, sin deserves ten thousand deaths", made the anger in the heart of the four-pole realm master suddenly rise to the limit. When he stepped on the foot, the whole body changed again, the white light was sublimated to the extreme, and the huge white moth phantom manifested behind him, terrifying. The coercion swept out.