The wind stopped, but the atmosphere became even more compelling.

Two decisive and powerful sword auras met in the air, Dugu Jian and Wushang confronted each other with swords, while Lin Ye protected Mu Yingming in front of a bluestone dozens of meters away.

"Master, is this..." Seeing this scene in the scene, Mu Yingming felt a little depressed.

"It's not your problem. They will have a battle with me sooner or later, and a battle that cannot be avoided." Lin Ye shook his head gently and said to Mu Yingming.

At the same time, Lin Ye remembered what the monk said to him that day. He did not need to take the initiative to look for him, and an opponent that excited him would come to him. But now he responded to his prophecy?

Whether it is Dugu Jian or Wushang, they are all the best swordsmen, and they are all the best swordsmen who have no confidence in winning.

"Since you can't stop it, then just watch. When he is defeated, it's your turn." Dugu Jian's Wushuang sword in his hand gently raised it from his hand and shouted at Lin Ye.

`Nothing wrong` Novel``` "Hope is as you said." Lin Ye was holding Tian Jing tightly in his hand, and Lin Ye was unmoved at all.

Suddenly, a long sword wailed on the Daqing Peak. The source of the wailing sound was the ink sword in Wushang's hand.

"Well, I can't even hear the sword words of the ink sword." Looking at the ink sword that was stained with red blood in Wushang's hands, Dugu Jian's face slightly distorted, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Since he was born, he could understand them clearly no matter what kind of swords it was, but at this moment he could not feel why the sword in Wushang's hand made such a whine.

There is only one possibility. The sword in Wushang's hand was already connected with his life.

So he couldn't hear the sword words.

However, the whine had not stopped, and Wushang's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Just as Wushang disappeared, the Wushuang sword in Dugu Jian's hand also rose up instantly.

With a loud sound of gold and iron fighting, Wu Shang held the ink sword in his hand and instantly came to Dugu Jian.

The Mo Jian and Wushuang Sword intersected and then separated instantly. Looking at the Mo Jian in their hand, Wu Shang said in a low voice: "My Mo Jian has not yet finished his moaning, so I can't wait. I haven't seen it like this for a long time, and I have never heard such a sad statement."

As the words fell, red blood beads dripped. The blood beads slowly condensed on the body of the ink sword in his hand flowed through the life-devouring cold edge, and slid from the tip of the sword as if he vomited blood. Where did the blood drop come from? It was really the ink sword vomiting blood?

Faced with such a strange scene, Mu Yingming, who was standing by, only felt his heart beating wildly, but he was not as shocked as before, without fear, and had only a trace of indesensible excitement and coldness.

As if he noticed it, Lin Ye glanced at Mu Yingming slightly, and then turned his gaze to the battlefield.

Just like a dead person, Wushang's sword gives people the feeling that it is cold, so cold that it seems that there is nothing else besides death.

And this coldness reveals endless loneliness and sorrow.

This kind of weather should have been very hot, but when Wushang's sword energy appeared, an inch of frost suddenly condensed from the plain.

"Haha, what a wailing sword. Let me see what you call mourning, and when can it last? Jian Yi!" Dugu Jian laughed loudly, and the unparalleled sword in his hand slashed out. The sword Yi among the Holy Spirit sword techniques all over the world.

Wushuang Sword drew a sword from the air, a simple and clear sword. As for its move alone, no one can draw this sword, but when the sword was used by Dugu Sword, Lin Ye's eyes suddenly shrank slightly.

Although Dugu Jian's sword was a simple stroke, Lin Ye knew that there were already tens of millions of sword intents. This was a sword that revealed its will with a move.

Unless you have already understood the mystery of sword intent, you will definitely not be able to avoid this sword.

But for Lin Ye and Wu Shang, this sword is nothing. What really surprised Lin Ye was that after the sword was slashed out, Lin Ye saw the changes after the sword.

Although Dugu Jian did not use Jian Er after Jian Yi, Lin Ye had roughly seen the changes after Jian Yi from Jian Yi.

"I don't like the temporary sword battle. One move will determine your victory or defeat." Mo Jian raised his hand lightly and intercepted Dugu Jian's Wushuang sword from the air, then cold.

As he spoke, the surprise on Dugu Jian's face disappeared, and replaced by endless anger.

"Okay, okay, I want to see what kind of ability you are." Dugu Jian shouted in a deep voice holding the Wushuang Sword.

Wushang's expression remained motionless, but the ink sword in his hand slowly passed through the air with a mysterious trace.

Suddenly, Lin Ye felt the air around him change.

"One sword is not blamed!" With a shout, his body moves, his mind moves, and the sword falls.

The sword was walking without a return, and the cold front drew it, and the vast Qingfeng suddenly burst into pieces.

Endless sword energy came to the face.

Lin Ye's expression changed slightly, and the air flowed inside grabbed Mu Yingming's hand and was unsheathed.

Wherever the sword energy passes, there is a ruin.

The smoke did not dissipate, and Wushang suddenly turned sideways: "Your time is not what I pursue, nor can I make my wish fulfill."

He was about to turn around and leave now.

"When you say war, you will fight; when you say divorce, you will leave; do you think this saint is easy to bully? Sword Eight!" Amid the smoke and dust, a very cold sword energy suddenly appeared, and then the smoke and dust suddenly disappeared. Two sword energy intertwined like the Chinese character "Eight" came out from the unparalleled sword in Dugu Jian's hand and slashed towards Wushangji.

Two sword energy shot away quickly, and Wushang didn't look back. The ink sword raised a sudden wave of sword energy that gave people a sense of desolation, destroying the two sword energy shot by Dugu Sword.

Then, without waiting for Dugu Jian to react, his figure disappeared from the sight of the two.

His face changed, Dugu Jian looked at the direction where Wu Shang disappeared, his eyes full of anger.

"Who is that person?" Turning his head, Dugu Jian stared at Lin Ye and asked.

"I don't know when I meet you, now you should leave." The inside of your hand was like a hand, and all the earth and stones around him were pushed away by Lin Ye because of the sword energy of the two people just now. Looking at Dugu Jian's brows, Lin Ye said.

"Let me leave? Haha, it depends on what you have, the swordsman I have found." Dugu Jian immediately locked his target on Lin Ye, trying to vent the anger and fighting spirit that Wushang had provoked before.

Feeling the fighting spirit and anger on Dugu Jian's body, Lin Ye naturally knew what he was thinking, and his face gradually turned cold. The Tianjing in his hand made a crisp sound of swords under the urging of internal energy.

"Since you don't want to leave by yourself, I'll give you a ride." His eyes turned cold, his hands slowly raised, and Lin Ye looked at Dugu Jian and said coldly. (To be continued...)

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