The world is the only double in the world

The Sword God Terrace landed in the Holy Snow King City, and now, it has already been surrounded.

The sun was as bright as fire, and the mist floating in the city of the Holy Snow King was confused. Now the annual Sword God Conference held in the Shenjian Villa is held here, all of which add a bit of joy to this fairyland-like city.

In Shenjian Villa, all swords that can be cast can be cast.

Today's rewards are the three ancestral treasured swords from Shenjian Villa.

Tears, chasing clouds, flying flowers.

It is rumored that these three swords are sacrifices of ancient artifacts. They were stolen from the ancient tomb by the ancestors of Shenjian Villa 100 years ago. After 100 years, the ancient artifacts will appear in the world. These three sacrifices will be given to today's "Sword God" !

There is no exaggeration in the competition of sword gods. Only those who have this title can win the ancestral sword of Shenjian Villa.

Tear stains—the traces of falling ice, the sword dyes the vicissitudes of beauty and tears.

Chasing the clouds—the floating clouds come out of Xiuxiu, and the flowing water breaks the mountains and rivers with one move.

Flying Flowers——Flying flowers and flying flowers, the infatuated gentleman has no heart sword.

The gardenias are abundant, the willows are delicate, and the sword god platform paved with red carpet is sacred and majestic. The crowd gathers one after another, just to see the demeanor of today's three swords, and just to watch the thrilling competition of sword gods.

At this moment, Chonghua, the owner of Shenjian Villa, was dressed in brocade, strode to the center of the Sword God Terrace, and bowed to the martial artists: "Today, the ancestral sword in my villa will be given to the real Sword God, and we will never break our promise!"

Everyone couldn't help their blood boiling and talking loudly. Chonghua lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes flickered. He waved his sleeves, and the curtain fell, and the three swords stood facing the sun, shining brightly, blooming with light, and as cold as ice.

There was an uproar.

"Your Majesty..." Fu Shan softly called the handsome man beside him, "There are too many people here, I hope His Majesty will return to the palace quickly."

Dongfang Jue shook hands, his sword eyes narrowed slightly: "I just want to see today, what is a real sword god?"

As the sound fell, accompanied by the ethereal and desolate flute music, a group of disciples dressed in plain clothes slowly came from behind the crowd. The man in green clothes walking in the front had a handsome face, and the melodious flute music flew out from his fingertips. Like jasper, it contrasts with his graceful demeanor like a sea of ​​clouds and light mist.

The man in Tsing Yi walked in front of Dongfang Jue, like a cloud floating in a mountain stream, the indifferent aura made the king's eyes flicker with a bit of coldness.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, a huge sword leaped over the heads of the crowd, and the cold wind was like a blade. A girl in purple stepped on the shoulders of the crowd and landed on the sword god stage, her innocent face could not help showing a bit of heroism and freedom.

At the same time, the man in Tsing Yi pointed his toes and turned around to land beside the girl in purple. The two of them looked down at the heroes and heroes in the audience, their eyes flickering.

Just looking at the appearance and demeanor of the two, everyone who has traveled the rivers and lakes already knows the identities of the two.

In the city of the Holy Snow King, the high priest Shangluo and the guardian Zishan.

There are three generals under Ming Xie's command, Shang Luo and Zi Shan often walk around in the rivers and lakes, while the other seems to be a silent existence in the martial arts world, never leaving the Holy Snow King City.

Chonghua looked at the person who came, and he couldn't help showing peace of mind. Today he was supposed to fulfill his bet promise and give the three swords to Mingxie, but he couldn't hide his mouth. The title of "God" is a matter of course.

Zishan swung her sword and flower, her heroic spirit was overwhelming, and she calmly asked, "Who will give me advice?"

At that time, a light figure flew across the high platform, stepped on the swallows lightly, the leaves fell silently, rode the sword in the sky, and frightened the birds and phoenixes.

Riding the sword and riding the wind, only the "Shadowless Swordsman" Ye Chenghuan.

"Girl, please!" Ye Chenghuan was frank and upright all his life, quite a gentleman.

"My son, Zishan, you don't have to be polite." The purple-clothed girl raised her sword and pointed at Ye Chenghuan, completely suppressing her immaturity.

Lift up your breath and draw your sword!

Everyone held their breath, watching the sword god battle between the best of the Holy Snow King City and the heroes of the rivers and lakes!

Ye Chenghuan's swordsmanship hides its truth in the superficial, its strokes are true, simple and unpretentious, while Zishan's swordsmanship is fierce and fierce, not allowing the slightest retreat, the two swordsmanship are in stark contrast.

The light of the sword is like a shadow, across the sky, and the world knows it. In the whole rivers and lakes, the disciples of the Holy Snow King City have the most strange sword skills.It is said that these unique sword techniques were all created by the mysterious Holy Snow City Lord——Ming Xie!

Suddenly, I saw Zishan spinning rapidly: "Bang bang bang—" Three sword strikes, Ye Chenghuan's sword fell to the ground, the cold blade flashed, the woman clasped her fists with both hands, her eyes were full of arrogance.

"Accepted, Ye Daxia."

"Miss Zishan is too rude." At that time, a humble voice passed through the crowd, and the light and windy breath covered the murderous aura on the fitness platform, like the spring breeze that could dispel the dark clouds, flowing with warmth like water .

Shang Luo raised his eyes suddenly, and saw a man in white shirt on the other side of the stage, his obsidian eyes were as indifferent as lotuses, and he smiled lightly, and a phoenix feather fan was hanging on the man's waist, elegant and elegant.

"Yun Qing..." Shang Luo said these two words as soon as he uttered them, his eyes had a strange luster.

Zishan was startled, and seeing Shang Luo's different emotions from the past, she was completely puzzled: "Brother Shang Luo, do you know him?"

Mu Yunqing approached Shang Luo, and his black eyes were also flickering with strange colors: "So, you are the high priest of the Holy Snow King City."

"Lord Mu is also here to fight for these three swords?"

"Exactly."

Shang Luo raised his eyes: "Who are you fighting for?"

Mu Yunqing replied with a smile: "It's Shenyue Palace."

The crowd was in turmoil in an instant. One was the high priest of the Holy Snow King City, and the other was the landlord of Feiyun Tower who commanded Bai Dao but was loyal to Shenyue Palace.

Mu Yunqing's expression was not moved in the slightest: "Besides you for three days, you should treat each other with admiration."

Shang Luo lowered his eyes, avoiding the eyes of the man in white shirt, and clenched the piccolo in his hand, "When will I be able to play a song again?"

The man in white shirt raised the phoenix feather fan in his hand, the bluestone pendant trembled in the wind, his black eyes were cold: "Today, I have no bosom friend."

no bosom friend...

Three years later, there was no bosom friend.

The corners of Shang Luo's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.

Three years ago, with the melody of the green flute and the stream in the bamboo forest, the bodies of the two elegant men were like misty and scattered clouds.

The man in the white shirt seemed a little drunk, but he still smiled and said: "I regard you as a bosom friend, and I am willing to play a song for you.

The man in Tsing Yi nodded in agreement, and played the piccolo to thank his bosom friend.

A bosom friend is hard to find, hard to find, a song is over, drunk, melancholy unspeakable, looking at each other with a smile, sighing at the world with a smile, joking with the common people, talking wildly after drinking, happy for three days, never forgetting the bosom friend.

He asked: When will I be able to find a bosom friend?

He replied: The future will be long, if there is a destiny, we will see you again.

The white shirt is ethereal, and she already has a heart to belong to, but the green clothes are hard to give up, but she has an extra heart of concern.

now……

The same people, the same smile, but the voice of the past is no longer there.

As memories fell, Mu Yunqing suddenly hung upside down in the air, and the wind feather fan swept towards Shang Luo and Zishan like a sharp blade and poisonous front.

Just as Zishan was about to unleash her sword, she was suddenly stopped by the man in Tsing Yi.

"You can't beat him, back down!" Shang Luo picked up the sword in Zishan's hand and attacked the white-clothed man.

The sword light is cold and clear, and the feather fans are like wind, intertwined into a net, breaking the sky.

There was only a sound of breaking, and all the tall buildings on the fitness platform collapsed. The green clothes and white shirts were intertwined into lines, shining brightly, making it difficult to distinguish human shapes.

"It's not a bosom friend, but an enemy. Is Yun Qing thinking that way today?"

"Shang Luo, when did you become the High Priest of the Holy Snow King City?"

"After meeting you."

"Unbelievable."

"I also find it unbelievable. People like me shouldn't set foot in the rivers and lakes, right?"

"There's nothing right or wrong, no matter what your status is, I don't care."

"I don't think you've ever paid attention to me."

Mu Yunqing was startled, turned around to avoid Shang Luo's sharp sword, and said into the cold wind: "Who said no? Three years ago, I did regard you as a bosom friend."

"What about three years later? What do you think of me?"

"Being an enemy today is only because of helplessness."

"You take orders from Helian Guxue, but I must take orders from Mingxie."

"Shang Luo, you are wrong, you don't take orders from anyone, you only take orders from myself."

"But your heart is with Helian Guxue, so you obey him, but my heart is with you, not in the Holy Snow King City." Shang Luo twirled his sword, entangled with Feng Yufan without giving in at all.

"Shang Luo, nothing can be forced."

"I won't force it, but I will wait for the day you forget him."

Suddenly, a ray of purple light flashed past, surrounding Shang Luo's body, and the blue-blue figure pulled out from the vortex, as if being controlled, exuding a colder murderous aura.

Shang Luo's entire meridians seemed to be uncontrollable, the powerful and frightening blood-bale energy swayed from the meridians, and the sword energy was even more compelling, piercing Mu Yunqing's vitals.

Mu Yunqing was suddenly surprised: "Dementor!"

At the moment when Mu Yunqing was about to dodge, a flame-like red light flew out, also enveloping his body, the blazing crimson was like a long hissing dragon, burning up the earth.

what happened?

At this moment, Shang Luo and Mu Yunqing's bodies seemed to be controlled by someone, and all martial arts moves and sword tactics were all produced by the person who controlled them.

The crowd was thrown into chaos in an instant, Chonghua looked at the purple and red intertwined light, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Dongfang Jue looked at the two fighters in the air, his brows furrowed.

Fu Shan panicked: "Your Majesty, it's too chaotic here, those martial arts people don't know how to fight, if you hurt Your Majesty..."

"The two of them are being controlled." Dongfang Jue's expression tightened slightly, as if he saw something in his eyes.

"In the martial arts, how many people can take souls?"

Fu Shan's old face froze: "Mingxie is good at sorcery, so it's easy to take souls, but Helian Guxue's martial arts are amazing, and it's not difficult to take souls, and there is also the evil emperor and Meiyin in the Great Dark River Palace. The dark river has been destroyed, it should not be them, and there is..."

"The leader of the seven-color heaven——Feng Liuying!"

Dongfang Jue raised his head suddenly, only to see Shang Luo and Mu Yunqing falling powerlessly from the sky at the same time.

"Boom boom boom..." There were three loud bangs, and the sky was full of dust, and the entire Sword God Stage was reduced to ruins in an instant.

The two figures suddenly flew out, like snow, like fire, a huge air circle radiated from the two of them, and spread to thousands of miles of green forest green waves!

The black gauze is misty, the silver hair dances wildly, the snow clothes are flying, and the red clothes are like fire.

Two peerless men fell from the sky and stood quietly in the ruins. One covered his face with a black veil, and the other had a charming and enchanting face, shocking everyone's hearts!

The Lord of Holy Snow City, the Lord of Shenyue Palace!

This is the first time a martial artist has seen the Lord of Shengxue appear, and it is also the first time he has confronted the Lord of Shenyue Palace head-on!

Everyone forgot their fear, and all their eyes turned to the two dazzling figures, and no one dared to leave.

The man in red raised his eyes, his bewitching face charmed Qingcheng, and his brows had a strange and bewitching color, "How can the Lord of Saint Xue have the time to show himself here today?"

"I'm here just to tell you one thing." A melodious voice flowed out from behind the black veil, and her graceful figure was dreamy and mysterious under the sun.

"What's the matter?"

Ming Xie's heart was already in a mess, but his voice was still calm: "First thing: I lost that bet."

Everyone was startled, their eyes filled with shock!

A few hours ago, there was news from Fengyun Gambling that Mingxie and Helian Guxue fought for three days and three nights, but it ended in the defeat of Palace Master Shenyue's last move.

However, a few hours later, Mingxie actually said that he was defeated.

The real winning or losing, in the whole world, can only be resolved by two people.

Gu Xue raised a cold and charming smile——you can see it...

Yue, for this word, in order not to let you easily see this word, I have worked hard for a long time...

"Then you want to fulfill the bet?"

"This is the second thing I want to tell you." Ming Xie said calmly, "I will fulfill the bet, but not now."

Helian Guxue suddenly laughed, her icy red eyes looked strange: "What if I must let you fulfill the bet today?"

The hands behind Mingxie load clenched into fists——Guxue, don't shake me anymore!

I can't stand it anymore...

His Guxue is right in front of him, right in front of him!

He didn't want to let her go, didn't want him to leave his side.

I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want to do too many things...

but……

The man in red curled his lips slightly, feeling Mingxie's trembling breath, showing a triumphant smile, his blood was flowing crazily.

"Today, I can't help you!" Gu Xue suddenly put away her smile, and stared fiercely at the snow-clothed man standing opposite him, her eyes were burning: "I won't let you go again!"

At this moment, a guard covered in blood crawled to the Sword God Stage, and reported to Chonghua with a teary face: "Villa Master, Excalibur Villa... Excalibur Villa has been destroyed..."

"What did you say?" Chonghua roared wildly, his head buzzing like it was going to explode instantly, and he couldn't accept it.

Mingxie suddenly realized something, he looked at the man in red, and instantly understood everything, the strange flashing look in his red eyes made him flustered.

You monster, you actually...

"This time, I will definitely defeat you!" The bewitching red eyes raised slightly, exuding the ultimate evil spirit and charm.

Suddenly, at the moment when Gu Xueyu fell, the sky burst into colorful glazed flames, and the man in black descended from the sky, as if leading a messenger, and rushed towards Chonghua and Dongfangjue with a bloody murderous aura!

Chonghua was shocked: "Seven-color heaven!"