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The pungent smell of blood permeates the mountains.

The sound of ticking and ticking resounded, and suddenly a figure of tǐng emerged from the mountain dòng.

Raising his head and looking at the suddenly appeared figure in front of him, Wang Tong retreated a few steps back.

The figure emerged, and it was a middle-aged man.

The long hair was draped over his shoulders, and his long hair blocked the man's face, but the side alone was enough to see that the man was extraordinary.

A fierce aura came to his face, and the air in the whole mountain seemed to freeze.

At this figure in front of him, Wang Tong felt the earth-shattering sword intent, even though he was a hún martial arts realm martial artist, but he looked so powerless in the face of this figure.

In the face of the moon mark, Wang Tong was not afraid at all, but in the face of this person, Wang Tong was not as fierce as before.

Bowing slightly to this figure, Wang Tong said with a little respect: "Wang has seen the emperor's brother!" Hearing this, this figure raised its head, and his long hair fell to the sides, and a handsome face emerged.

Raising his head, this person looked at Wang Tong and smiled faintly: "Trouble Sect Master Wang!"

"Don't bother, this was originally agreed upon by you and me!" Facing this person, Wang Tong didn't dare to put on any sect master's stand.

Wang Tong was convinced that if the person in front of him made a move, he would die under his sword within ten moves, and after a pause, Wang Tong said respectfully: "Brother Huang, since Wang completed it according to the agreement, then?"

Jian frowned slightly, and the middle-aged man said lightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you!" Sensing the cold tone of the middle-aged man, Wang Tong shuddered and bowed slightly: "It's Wang who is too worried!"

"You can wait for the notice for the next plan!" The middle-aged man said lightly: "Remember, don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the past few months!" After speaking, the figure of the middle-aged man turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated.

The cold wind was still roaring, and the Sword God Mountain seemed exceptionally peaceful tonight.

It wasn't until the morning sun emerged from the sky on the third day that the sword valley resumed its hustle and bustle again.

Today's battle was just like yesterday, with several people coming to the stage first, and then fighting in order.

What is quite looking forward to is that there is another fake hún martial arts competition today, and the moon marks are shocking to the immortals!

As the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, Bu Jingxian's cultivation is naturally terrifying, so this is a close competition.

When he opened his eyes, Ye Chen rarely paid attention to this fight.

Standing on the martial arts platform, Bu Jingxian bowed slightly to the moon mark and made a sword salute.

In this regard, Moon Scar ignored it, his gaze fell on Ye Chen below, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Moon Scar's move was obviously rude, but Bu Jingxian didn't care, smiled faintly, and held his sword.

The sound of the sword resounded, and the two figures came out, and the sword shadow spread out, covering the entire martial arts platform.

The brilliant and colorful sword qi accompanied the afterimages, which was undoubtedly a visual enjoyment, and in the end, everyone couldn't catch the two of them.

A suspicious look appeared on Ye Chen's face, and today's moon marks seemed to be stronger than yesterday's.

What surprised Ye Chen the most was that Moon Scar's control over the sword intent was actually no less than his own.

The sword skills are endless, and when the ninety-sixth sword is released, the moon mark suddenly exerts a force, and the tip of its sword breaks through the sword momentum of the step startling immortal, and the cold sword weapon emerges at the neck of the step shocking immortal.

The sword shadow in the sky retreated, and Bu Xian smiled a little helplessly, put away the sword, bowed to the moon scar, and jumped off the martial arts platform freely.

There was no doubt that Moon Scar had won this battle, and the cheers were as loud as thunder.

Standing on the martial arts platform, Yueji smiled faintly, turned to look at Ye Chen below, and said lightly: "I'll wait for you!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled faintly, ignored it, closed his eyes directly, and continued to cultivate.

The battle between Moon Scar and Bu Jingxian is undoubtedly today's **, and it was not until sunset in the West Mountain that the five peaks of the third day ended.

Getting up, Ye Chen left the Sword Valley on foot and walked quietly towards the Sword Path.

Quietly feeling these sword intents on the sword path, Ye Chen was once again immersed in the world of this sword intent, until a few moments later, a call woke him up.

A tǐng figure landed in front of Ye Chen, also standing quietly on the sword dao finger.

When Ye Chen woke up, his void was already full of stars, looking at Huang Wushuang standing in front of him, Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "I've seen the peak master!"

Hearing this, Huang Wushuang turned around, looked at Ye Chen with deep meaning, raised his right hand slightly, and the surrounding snow huā moved closer to Huang Wushuang's palm, and finally formed a snow sword.

"The sword is the sword, the meaning is the meaning! The sword intent is just an extension of the artistic conception, and the most fundamental thing is the artistic conception, not the sword intent!" Huang Wushuang muttered softly, raising the sword, and Huang Wushuang stabbed a sword forward lightly.

However, it was this extremely simple sword that had a terrifying effect, and a spatial rift spread out.

The snow sword turned into a snow lotus and floated away, and with a flick of Huang Wushuang's right hand, its spatial rift also dissipated.

Raising his head, Huang Wushuang glanced at Ye Chen, shook his head slightly, and said, "Do you understand?" "I don't understand!" Ye Chen shook his head slightly, and Huang Wushuang didn't say much about this, got up, and walked towards the top of Luoxia Peak on foot.

Ye Chen fell into deep thought, and it was not until Huang Wushuang's figure disappeared into the sword path that Ye Chen raised his head.

The moon is full, the heaven and the earth are full of silver light, and on the round moon, several silver pillars of light are sprinkled on the mountain peaks, creating a very strange scene.

The snow fluttered in the cold wind, like countless jīng spirits singing cheerful hymns, but Ye Chen's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Huang Wushuang's sword was deeply imprinted in Ye Chen's mind, and with a slight jump, his figure fell lightly on the treetops.

Several muffled thunders sounded in the sky, and the drizzle drifted away with the wind, and it was a snowy and rainy day.

The thin raindrops of his feet fell on Ye Chen's face like crystal beads, and Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, thinking about the swordsmanship he had learned in his life.

Feeling the sword intent on this long road, and realizing his own artistic conception, Ye Chen's eyes became clearer and clearer, and when the first ray of dawn between heaven and earth fell, Ye Chen suddenly raised his head and bowed to Luoxia Peak.

"If you understand, you understand!" Ye Chen muttered softly.

The sun is rising, and the soft sunlight envelops the entire Sword Valley.

The disciples of the sword god Mén who participated in the third round stood on the martial arts platform in turn, and there were a total of rich people in the third round.

With the appearance of the five Moon Terror Immortals, the atmosphere in the stands was suddenly raised, and the Five Peaks Sword Debate was the last round today.

The Moon Terror Fairy glanced at the Moon Scar meaningfully, there was no sharp aura on the Moon Scar at this moment, and the whole person looked like a mortal, and the difference between it and the day was simply worlds apart.

The powerful cultivation made Moon Scar feel confident again, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen.

Yue Jingxian waved his right hand upward, and the scene immediately quieted down, looked around at the martial artists, and announced: "The third round, the big hún battle, the last one left on it is the first place, and the last second is the second place, go down in turn!" As soon as the words fell, some whispers sounded in the field, and today, the battle has undoubtedly become a one-man show of two fake hún martial arts realm warriors.

"Do you all understand the rules of the game?" asked in a deep voice as the surroundings were quiet again, and the Moon Terror Immortal's gaze swept around the arena.

"Understood. Listening to the question of the moon frightened fairy, the venue suddenly resounded with a neat cheer.

"Okay, since it's all understood, then I'll announce!" The Moon Terror Fairy's palm slowly raised, and then fell suddenly: "The last round of the Five Peaks Wheel Sword starts now." As the Moon Terror Immortal's palm fell, several momentum suddenly erupted above the originally quiet martial arts platform.

The figure flickered, and the two figures fell towards the outside of the sword platform like a kite with a broken line, and everyone looked at the martial arts platform with surprised faces, followed by several figures falling from the martial arts platform, just in the blink of an eye, only Ye Chen and Yue Scar were left on the martial arts platform.

The faces of everyone in the audience were stunned, and the top two were decided with just one face, and the fake hún martial arts realm was really strong.

There was silence at the scene, the battle between the two young fake hún martial arts realm warriors, who could have the last laugh?

Especially those who know the grievances between Ye Chen and Moon Scar, each of them has an expectant expression @.