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What a fast sword!

This sword technique was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and in an instant, it had broken through the air, and time and space were like nothing.

Since a sword came out of the rivers and lakes, Wang Dong has not known how many swordsmen who are known for their sword speed, and these people's swordsmanship is already good, but none of them can compare with Ximen Blowing Snow.

Aunt Gongsun's swordsmanship is magnificent and magnificent, like a brilliant dance music, her swordsmanship is varied, and swift as the wind, but compared with Ximen Blowing Snow, she can't help but lose her color.

Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship is pure and clean, like snow on an iceberg, without the slightest impurity, and all the changes are reduced to one word.

Fast!

Storms, lightning and thunder!

The sharpness of his sword and the speed of his sword are the only ones Wang Dong has ever seen in his life, the sharp and incomparable sword qi pierces the air, the sharp scream leads to the air, and there is a faint sound of gloomy wind and thunder.

A sword strikes, there is such an amazing power, this kind of amazing swordsmanship, ordinary martial arts people don't say they haven't seen it, but I'm afraid they don't even dare to think about it.

Emei Sixiu never faced the edge, but was forced by the breathtaking sword momentum, and he staggered back, and his face had lost its color.

They thought that their swordsmanship was already good, but they knew that there was such a fast sword in the world when they saw Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship.

This kind of speed beyond a qiē, looking at the rivers and lakes, who can beat it?

At least one more!

Wang Dong finally moved.

At the moment when the sword light shrouded and the sword momentum struck him, his toes protruded a little to the ground, and his figure suddenly drifted back, and at the same time, he struck a backhand. I only heard a choking sound, as if I was pulled by an invisible energy, and the Tianluo umbrella whirled.

The umbrella stretched out violently, turned into a white light, and faced the sword in the hand of the snow blowing at the west gate.

Ximen Fuxue's face did not move, and the sword momentum did not change, and with a blow of the sword, it was like a flash of silver lightning in mid-air, and the Tianluo umbrella had been knocked upside down and flew away.

Wang shook his arms. With a long roar, his figure jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and reached for the Tianluo umbrella, only to hear a choking sound. The sword of death is unsheathed.

Swish!

The sword flashed and stabbed out.

Bite!

The two long swords instantly clashed in the void, and the blades collided, and between the light volcanoes, the energy flew sideways.

"Good swordsmanship!" Wang Dong's expression remained unchanged, but he praised in his mouth, and his body entered. Between the dancing of the sword light, it turned into a cloud of flying and dazzling cold light, piercing in the air!

Ximen Fuxue's eyes became brighter and brighter, as sharp as a sheathed sword. The sword in his hand was far colder and colder than his gaze!

Another dragon roar, shattering the air, and no one could see how Simon Blowing Snow struck. The sword light flashed again.

Just listen to the sound of "dang", when the spark flashes. The two long swords intertwined like lightning, flying and changing.

Emei Sixiu had already lost their faces, and they were stunned, they never dreamed that there was such a sword technique in the world, and every sword light made their hands and feet cold, and their hearts trembled.

Lu Xiaofeng's pupils shrank slightly, and there was no lazy color on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, just because of the splendor of the sword light in the field and the sharpness of the sword qi, there was a faint sense of dazzling in his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng has always been very confident in Ximen Blowing Snow, perhaps more confident than in himself, but now he can't help but pinch a cold sweat in his palms.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the two swords intersected again, and under the touch of the two light-turning swords, it caused the Dao Dao to tremble, and the broken energy was emptied and rolled out, and the surrounding fallen leaves, flowers and plants were all twisted into pieces.

In fact, with the king's movement, the benefits of the Ximen Blowing Snow Divine Sword, there is almost nothing in the world to resist, even if the gold and iron are involved in the sword light, they will be twisted to pieces.

In the tremor, the sword light suddenly flourished, one green and one white, like a divine dragon soaring, wrapped in lightning, wind and thunder, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light galloped wantonly.

No one can describe the change and speed of these two swords, and no one can describe the thrilling of this battle! Whether it is Ximen Blowing Snow or Wang Dong's swords, they have changed to the extreme, each sword has the power of thunder and lightning, if the opponent is not each other, any sword has the power of broken gold and broken stones.

Wang Dong has also pushed the sword momentum to the extreme, and both the changes in swordsmanship and the speed have reached an unprecedented peak.

In front of Ximen Blowing Snow, no one can keep his hand!

Wang Dong can't either!

Suddenly, he backhanded a sword and struck out in a strange and inexplicable posture, the sword light was swirling, like a poisonous dragon, like lightning!

Whew!

In an instant, the three swords had cracked away.

Although this is only three swords, for Ximen Blowing Snow, it is even more terrifying than the first-class swordsman in the martial arts, three hundred swords, three thousand swords, and thirty thousand swords, because just a first-class swordsman will never be able to stab him with three hundred swords, not a single sword!

Ximen blows the snow, and the long sword strikes.

Lu Xiaofeng's complexion changed, becoming more dignified than ever, because he suddenly found that although Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship was still smart, there was a trace of stagnation in the sword momentum, just like a speck of dust on his supposed pure and flawless divine sword!

Although this speck of dust is subtle, it is not important to deal with ordinary people, but when facing a top master, especially a peerless swordsman of equal strength, the bond of this grain of dust is enough to kill.

Ximen Blowing Snow's sword heart is flawless and unsullied, this kind of stagnation in change should not have been, what made him contaminated with dust?

Lu Xiaofeng didn't think about it.

He didn't have time to think about it.

At the moment when he decided to make a move, choked! A sword roar sounded through the air, the sword light flashed, and suddenly, it rushed upward, shattering layers of sword momentum, and a green shadow flew out like a dragon out of the water, and with a volley, it had shot to the top of the world.

It's Wang Dong!

With a flick of the backhand, the sword of death was already in its sheath.

Lu Xiaofeng and Emei Sixiu were all puzzled, and they didn't know what was going on.

Wang Dong stared at Ximen Blowing Snow, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "One hundred and seventy-two swords, just now you made a total of one hundred and seventy-two swords!" ”

Ximen Fuxue looked immovable, with a long sword in his hand, and said lightly: "You can try how many more swords I can make!" ”

Wang Dong said: "I don't have to try, you fight with Dugu Yihe first, no matter the body, the sword qi has been lost, the sharp energy has been lost, and if you continue to fight, you will definitely die!" ”

Ximen Fuxue's face did not change, and said, "Not necessarily." ”

Wang Dong said noncommittally: "Whether it's true or not, but today you are indeed not at the peak, I don't want to take advantage of you, and besides, this is definitely not a place for sword fighting!" ”

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

Simon Blowing Snow closed his mouth and remained silent.

When the two peerless swordsmen were fighting swords, they must have poured all their energy into the sword, and if there was a top master standing next to them, whether they shot or not, it would be a huge pressure on the opposing side.

Ximen Fuxue stared at Wang Dong for a long time, the long sword suddenly turned, and a sword light was like a dragon going out to sea, and as soon as the sword light was crossed, the white fruit tree outside Zhangxun was already shattered.

"Good! Fight again! ”

The sword light swirled again, and Ximen Fuxue's figure had merged into the sword light, and the person and the sword became one, like a light disappeared.

"There will be a day!" Wang Dong sent the voice out from afar.