Qingsi swayed in the wind, and this thin figure stood in front of Han Jian and the others like this. http://

"I'm coming!" This is a kind of absolute, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I am alone enough.

The snow fell quietly and hit the face of Feng Ge, although Feng Ge's face was pale, but his eyes were full of absoluteness.

"If I can't come back, Senior Brother Han Jian, please tell the master for me, Feng Ge is not a person born with a sword, but he is destined to die with a sword!"

At the moment when Feng Ge took the first step, she had to use her most youthful life to protect the glory of the past, the glory from the depths of her soul.

"Hold the sword and die!" Han Jian and the others' faces changed slightly, looking at the thin figure in front of them.

Feng Ge turned around, his gaze swept over Han Jian and the others, and a smile welled up on his pale face: "This battle, I will win!"

The melodious voice like a yellow warbler was full of determination, and Feng Ge turned around, like a colorful butterfly, jumped out lightly, danced in the wind and snow, and landed on the platform.

―Time, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes converged on Feng Ge, this former overlord of the continent, now the non-mainstream sect, what will happen to his disciples?

At this moment, there was silence all around the entire platform, and even the three major hall masters rarely opened their eyes and glanced at the platform at this moment.

When they saw that it was Feng Ge who was fighting, many sects were slight, and after many years, the Sword God Sect was not even qualified to participate in the sect.

Countless rays of sunlight condensed in the city, and an inexplicable coercion approached, Feng Ge's face became more and more pale, but her steps became more and more firm, and she stepped on the platform step by step.

"Although my steps can't shake the heavens and the earth, my heart, my sword, can shake the heavens and the earth!" Feng Ge whispered, and the momentum condensed out of her.

"Sword God sails, only I am the Sword God!" Feng Ge finally stepped down and hunted in his white dress, and endless sword qi was around.

Disciple of Tianhua Sect, Wufeng is the person who fights this time, Wufeng raised his head and looked at the shadow in front of him, and a certain blood color danced in his dark eyes.

The killing intent was permeated on the sword, and under the backdrop of the scar on his face, Wufeng's face became more and more fierce, "Tianhua Sect has no wind!"

Although there was no wind in the name, its cold wind surrounded his body, and the sword aura was pervasive, and the sharp sound of the sword wind breaking the wind resounded non-stop.

There was a look of determination in her beautiful eyes, and Feng Ge held her sword and whispered, "Sword God Feng Ge!"

There is only one sect on this continent that is the Sword God, not the Sword God Temple, only the Sword God Gate. Externally, the disciples of the Sword God Sect call themselves Sword God disciples.

Feng Ge, I am a sword god, Feng Ge laughs at the setting moon! Feng Ge of the Evening Moon Peak, in the Evening Moon Peak, she is like a sword hidden in the snow, her brilliance has been covered by Qianchuan Snow, by Li Taoyue, and by Ning Ning.

She is a woman, she doesn't care about the name outside her body, she has been sharpening her sword for decades, just like her temperament, like ice when she is still and like fire when she moves.

And at this moment, Feng Ge is fire, fighting for honor and fighting for the sect.

A cold sword wind emerged between the two of them, and the sharp sound of breaking wind was endless, and the two general forces rose up on each of them.

Everyone has their own reasons for standing on this stage, and that reason is why they have persisted for decades.

"My sword, when I come out of the sword, I will see blood, and I will leave no one alive!" the wind rose, and the sound of no wind melted into the sword wind.

"So, you better leave, I won't kill women!" Wufeng said lightly, the scar in the wind and snow became more and more dazzling.

The battle still began on the three platforms around them, and here, the two of them still did not move, just like this, standing quietly in the wind and snow.

"In the world of swordsmen, there is no distinction between men and women, only strong and weak!" Qingsi flew up, and the general trend on Feng Ge's body became more and more powerful, this momentum was not only her own momentum, it had slowly integrated into the momentum of the Sword God Gate.

"The world of the swordsman!" Wufeng's eyes flashed solemnly for the first time, and his gaze stopped in those beautiful eyes, through which he seemed to see the figure of the Dao Dancing Sword, dancing alone in the sword day and night, and at all times.

The sword was originally lonely, and it is precisely because of this that the swordsman chose to be lonely, just as the swordsman chose to be lonely.

Far away from the floating island, there is a mountain peak, and when night falls, its moonlight falls on the peak, the peak of the setting moon.

On the peak of the setting moon, the shadows of the Dao Dancing danced in the wind and snow, the bright sword light of the Dao loomed in the snow, they gave up the glory and wealth, they gave up the peerless elegance, they gave up the most beautiful years, and her mother chose the sword.

On the peak of the setting moon, Liu Yuyan stood on the top of the peak with a sword, and her cold gaze fell on the peak of the setting moon below, and the figure of the Tao Fei fell into the depths of her eyes.

Raising her head, Liu Yuyan's eyes couldn't help but appear - the thin figure, that person - was so obscure, but Liu Yuyan knew her sword, the sword that had been hidden for decades.

"Feng Ge, among the many disciples, I have always believed that you are the strongest! You don't have the talent of Qianchuan Xue, Ning Ning's spirituality, and Li Shiyue's adventures, but you have a lonely heart!"

"I still remember the scene when I met you on earth many years ago, a thin figure, a broken sword, a girl who picked up a sword at the age of five!"

"―A girl without rouge, the sword qi has whitewashed you, you have whitewashed the sword in your hand!Master is waiting for you to come back, Feng Ge!" muttered to herself and fell into the wind, and Liu Yuyan's eyes seemed to see the thin figure through time and space.

The snow fell obliquely on the platform, and the snow flew around Feng Ge in vain, Feng Ge raised the sword in his hand, the sword rose, and the snow flew.

Just like many years ago, Feng Ge was like this, in the wind and snow, raising the sword, and the extremely bright sword light melted into this snow, in this gust of wind, in this sword.

At the moment when Feng Ge moved, the windless figure also moved, and at the moment when his body moved, the wind around him was quiet, and even the falling snow was quiet.

The sword qi is shocking, although there is no wind, the body without wind is like the wind, his sword represents the wind within a radius of several miles, the sword qi transforms into the wind, breaking the flying snow, and shattering the brilliant sword light.

Wufeng is a powerhouse at the peak of the second layer of soul martial arts, and his sword intent represents absolute tranquility, and no wind is better than the tranquility of the wind.

The sword intent was invisible, in the face of this sword intent, Feng Ge had a feeling of almost suffocation, although there was no wind around, but his body seemed to be wrapped in the wind, crushing his own sword qi.

"Sword chanting!" Feng Ge shouted softly, the loud sword groan resounded, then low, sometimes high sword chant converged in ― up, like a poem, turned into a substantial sound wave, condensed the sword intent, and impacted the surrounding sword qi "The second layer of soul martial arts, although the sword intent is good, but it is still a little worse!" The sword rises, the wind stops, and the windless body slowly turns into nothingness, and countless sword shadows extend and cluster, piercing the surrounding void and shattering the sword intent.

―Time, on the platform, the sword intent is pervasive, and the battle between Feng Ge and Ni Feng has undoubtedly attracted the attention of most people.

Everyone is speculating, can that woman from the Sword God Gate start the first battle?

At least most people shook their heads secretly, although Feng Ge's strength was good, but compared to Wufeng, Feng Ge's strength was still a little worse.

Han Jian, Liuye, depressed, land pressure, the breathing of the four of them was rare and rapid, and their eyes looked at the flying shadow at every turn, Feng Ge!

In the past few months, they have gradually understood this woman's persistence, her persistence, loneliness can be interpreted as a row of wild geese, and the loneliness on the journey of life can be paved into a blue sky.

The sword light appeared, and the blood lotus swayed in the wind, and the sword qi swept across Feng Ge's body, and his snow-like dress was more scarlet.

However, this is only the beginning, more and more blood lotuses are swaying in the wind, it is Feng Ge's blood, red and white are intertwined, but her sword has always been like a sword, extremely simple, and has never shown mysterious sword skills.

Many people are wondering, does that woman not understand the mysterious sword skills, why is she just performing basic sword skills?

The sword qi condensed into a sword shadow, and the sword shadow in the sky drowned out the red-dyed figure, at this moment, most people were slight, sighing, in that sword light, they could feel Feng Ge's persistence, but persistence sometimes does not mean strength.

At the moment when the sword shadow submerged Feng Ge, many people knew that the ending had been decided, and the woman who was in her most beautiful years was destined to fall in the sword shadow in the sky.

The lack of wind is also slight-sigh, he didn't fail to notice that today's sword is less - a trace of killing intent, and more - a trace of helplessness.

Wufeng--The sword stabbed out, he knew that his sword had been inserted into Feng Ge's **, and the sound of broken bones came to his mind along the sword body, and at this moment, he knew that he had won.

Wufeng also knew that he would never be able to forget this woman, the woman who died under his sword for the first time, but standing on this stage, they all had their own insistence, so Wufeng could only use the sword without mercy.

Mercy always belongs to those who lie in pools of blood, and when they hold their swords, every swordsman knows that they just don't want the tears of their loved ones to fall on their corpses.

This sound also resounded in the ears of Han Jian and the others, and the faces of several people turned very pale in vain.

The sound of the sword roaring sounded loudly, like the sobs of a woman, and like the sigh of an ancient sect, this sword groan came from the ancient, the ancient sword god.

The blood-colored figure continued to magnify in Wufeng's eyes, and Wufeng also saw that his own sword had been inserted into Feng Ge's chest.

However, at this moment, Wufeng also saw the smile on the corner of Feng Ge's mouth, a very poignant smile, and there was nowhere to cool down in the west wind.

This poignant sword light also fell on the dazzling sword light, and the sword light broke through the sword shadow, appearing on the chest of Wufeng without warning, and also inserted into Wufeng's **.

This is my sword of Feng Ge, my Dao, the sword of the sword god Feng Ge!。