The scene on the cliff of Sanssouci Peak is terrifying.

Murong Xiu had never seen so many dead people, and he didn't know what these people died for?

Who is this young man in white? Could it be that he slaughtered Sanssouci Palace?

But it is said that Sanssouci Palace declined a hundred years ago, and no one in the rivers and lakes has mentioned this sect again.

What's going on in front of you?

Could it be ......

The more Murong Xiu thought about it, the more he shuddered.

The white-clothed young man in front of him looked like he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but why did he have a rock-like concentration and a grandmaster-like vast and ethereal? He stood there casually motionless, as if he was one with all things in the heavens and the earth, without any flaws, and seemed to be everywhere.

"Who are you?" Su Jian couldn't help but clench the hilt of the knife, he could feel that the other party had no kindness.

"Su Jian, you really didn't die, it seems that the iron calculation of life and death in Infinite City is really a divine calculation!" The young man in white did not answer, but recognized Su Jian at a glance.

But Su Jian really didn't recognize this young man in white.

"You know I'm coming, that's why you're waiting for me here?" asked Su Jian with a scrutiny of the ground.

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a year, and the year has been going by so slowly. The boy's face was full of hatred.

"What? a year, why are you waiting for me, I don't seem to recognize you," the words of the young man in white not only surprised Su Jian, but Murong Xiu was also puzzled.

"You don't know me, but you must recognize Yan Wushuang," the young man mentioned Yan Wushuang's name, and his eyes seemed to light two blazing flames.

"Who is Yan Wushuang? I know Murong Wushuang," Su Jian looked stunned, he could never imagine what complicated relationship there was between this white-clothed young man and Yan Wushuang.

However, Su Jian has experienced both rebirth and crossing, plus he has some understanding of Sanssouci Palace, which was famous a hundred years ago, and faintly feels the strangeness of the white-clothed young man in front of him.

This boy can't have traveled from another dimension, right?

Or is there a mysterious master who has reborn him with a special method?

If there is such a master, apart from Xia Nanshan, Su Jian really can't think of a second person.

"You're wrong! She is the woman I love the most, but she died under your knife, and I think you must have heard of the phrase "I am Zhuge Yulong, the scholar next to the carefree son!" The young man claimed to be Zhuge Yulong.

It turned out that this person was not a carefree son, Su Jian said secretly in his heart.

"Do you think you can kill me?" Su Jian didn't want to delve into the matter of this young man and Yan Wushuang, and he didn't want to ask about this young man's life experience, there were too many strange and chaotic things in the trial space, and he was not interested in this kind of affair at all, but he felt that it was a pity that the handsome young man in front of him was a little young.

"Hmph, the whole rivers and lakes are under my control, and there is no one in this world who I can't kill. Zhuge Yulong snorted coldly.

Is this boy crazy? He's really arrogant!

Although Su Jian thought so in his heart, he was ready to be ready for battle, because he could feel that this young man's fierce aura did not seem to be inferior to his own.

"Okay, then you can make a move!" Su Jian clenched the hilt of the knife and said.

Zhuge Yulong drew his sword with his backhand, the sword came out like a rainbow, and the giant sword itself was an incomparable blade that cut gold and jade, and it was even more sharp in the hands of Zhuge Yulong, invincible and unstoppable.

This sword seemed to be slow and unremarkable, but in an instant, the sky-rushing sword qi and the sky-filled sword shadow slashed at Su Jian from all directions.

At the same time, the sword qi was mixed with a cold and cold aura, which quickly froze the air around Su Jian's body, and a white mist rose up, obscuring Su Jian's sight.

The highest level of Xuanming swordsmanship?

Su Jian was secretly surprised that Zhuge Yulong had such a profound attainment in swordsmanship at a young age.

Su Jian didn't have time to think about it, he swung his sword to block, he was the strongest in this world at this time, regardless of his state of mind, internal strength and combat skills, he just wanted to see how strong Zhuge Yulong was.

The two of them fought like a mess.

If he directly asked Zhuge Yulong about the ins and outs of the matter, this young man would never sit down and make it clear to him calmly, so he had to fight first.

Although Su Jian's knife was ordinary, the sword qi on his sword body was vertical and horizontal, and the layers of sword qi were like thick armor around his body.

But Su Jian found that this young man's sword qi was not weak, especially with the blessing of the sword, the sword qi shield he condensed was quickly shattered by the giant sword urged by Zhuge Yulong.

Su Jian relied on his profound martial arts foundation to fight with Zhuge Yulong on an equal footing, evenly matched.

The weapons of the two are getting faster and faster, the sound of the sword light and sword shadow breaking through the air is like thunder and rain, with the continuous improvement of the true qi of the two people, the aura is expanding rapidly, within a radius of dozens of zhang, the flowers and trees immediately turned into powder and flew around, and countless rocks were also shaken and rotated by the fierce air of the gang, and they didn't know where they fell, making a sound like hail and raindrops.

Murong Xiu hid from a distance and watched the battle carefully, although she also felt that this was a confused battle, but since something had happened, the battle was inevitable, and the two of them fought so wonderfully, and there were endless tricks, wouldn't it be a pity to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe the actual battle?

Su Jian became more and more brave the more he fought, the true qi in his body filled his bones, and his muscles bulged in large chunks, like a god descending to earth, and he had the power of an overlord who could never be seen in this world.

And Zhuge Yulong's Xuanming swordsmanship is even more weird and sharp, every move is exactly where Su Jian must be saved, and his white figure is getting fainter and fainter in the sword light and blood shadow, and finally it is as difficult to distinguish its shape as the breeze and moonlight.

And it is the highest state of Xuanming's internal force, "stealth", and such a terrible phenomenon will only occur when the internal force sword qi is constantly generated and reaches the peak state of merging with heaven and earth.

His sword aura had become void! Void could come out of nothing, and it could be everywhere, even from the clouds and mist, or from the hard rocky ground.

Su Jian's spiritual soul must be highly concentrated in order to resolve the elusive attack of the giant sword god in time, sometimes the weird tip of the sword will suddenly break out of the stone from under the foot and be unguardable, if there is no subtle perception ability, the sole of the foot will inevitably be nailed to the stone ground by the tip of the sword.

This brutal fight is not only a verification of their respective martial arts, but also a test of physical and mental endurance, and Zhuge Yulong took the initiative everywhere by stealth.

When the battle was in the middle of the battle, Zhuge Yulong suddenly let out a long roar, the sound flickered left and right, making it difficult to distinguish the direction, but his giant sword suddenly hit down in the air, the power of this sword was as radiant as thunder, and a large area of cold light and clouds were under the hood of Su Jian, like a net surrounded on all sides, making people have nowhere to escape.