A sword roar.

What he saw were countless sword shadows. In an instant, Yue Yuan was surrounded by sword shadows in all directions, and at this moment, the sword shadows changed.

The Flying Immortal from Heaven came out from the hands of Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, and what appeared at this moment was no longer the Flying Immortal from Heaven. If the former Flying Immortal from Heaven was the world's praise for the exquisite swordsmanship of Ye Gucheng,

So at this moment, the flying fairy from heaven is truly worthy of his name.

The Moon Que Swords were scattered.

The sword shadow appears.

Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, has disappeared, and only these swords are everywhere. Just when the shadows of these swords are about to approach Yue Yuan's body, a change finally occurs, making this style of flying fairy from heaven become worthy of its name.

Feixian.

Those who fly are fairies.

Different swords are represented by a woman, and their jade hands are holding the sword hilts.

The face was filled with profound tenderness, but the sword thrust out was ruthless, right up to Yue Yuan's life and death hole.

at the same time.

Another clear bird song sounded in the sky.

Lu Xiaofeng, who had reached the highest point, fell down from mid-air like a phoenix dancing in the sky. All his skills were concentrated in one point, flowing into the palm of his hand, and he directly pressed his palm towards Yue Yuan who was wrapped by Ye Gucheng's flying fairy.

That fierce figure makes people feel trance-like, like a phoenix falling from the sky.

The direction of the palm's strength is exactly Yue Yuan's heavenly spirit.

Facing the two forward attacks of Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng, Yue Yuan had no place to avoid. Every move of his sword locked his own aura. The same was true for Lu Xiaofeng's palm movements, which also fell from the sky.

There is no way to avoid it.

Facing this unavoidable attack, the originally faintly visible air collapse changed again, turning into a black collapse visible to the naked eye. A strange dark circle was formed with Yueyuan as the center, and it seemed to be thrown into it.

Your line of sight will also be collapsed and distorted.

The sword move comes first.

Every move, every beauty, every sword.

Beautiful people and beautiful swords are beautiful, but Yue Yuan's mood is not beautiful. Yue Yuan doesn't know what this sword looks like in the eyes of other people, but in Yue Yuan's eyes, everyone is a familiar person, even if some of them are

They don't seem to recognize each other, but the eerie familiarity still makes people feel caught off guard.

The distorted and collapsed air forcefully deflected their sword moves. But this was only a deflection. Each woman's face showed resentment, joy, sorrow, hatred, or hatred, and the force of the collapse and distortion was nothing but force.

Delays the time for the sword to get closer.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The roof of Huangji Hall kept making exploding sounds, which were the sounds of the remaining glazed tiles shattering and beams breaking. It was not the flying immortals who caused this. This sword move pays attention to beauty. It is so beautiful that it seems to have no impact on the surroundings.

A jaw-dropping appreciation.

The pressure was caused by Lu Xiaofeng from above.

The huge pressure from this palm actually suppressed even the air distortion caused by the collapse.

"...!"

With a muffled groan, this was the first time Yue Yuan felt such terrifying pressure. The yin and yang auras in his palms were also suppressed. Such huge pressure made Yue Yuan unable to make any move.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

The roof of Huangji Hall could not withstand the pressure and collapsed suddenly. The broken wood that fell down smashed the dragon chair below to pieces.

But Yue Yuan did not fall together, but hung in the air, withstanding the pressure.

at last.

Feeling that the pressure on his head was getting stronger and stronger. The pulling force of the magic field could no longer delay the sword moves of the flying immortal. Yue Yuan's eyes narrowed, and the yin and yang energy emitted by his hands was withdrawn. No move was made.

Instead, he put his hands together, and a change occurred on the roof.

The two qi of yin and yang merged into one, forming a rotating black and white sphere. Opening his palms slightly, the black and white sphere rose up in the wind, wrapping Yue Yuan himself in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time.

The sword move broke away from the heavenly magic field. The pressure on the top of his head was also suppressed like Mount Tai.

far away.

Gongsun Lan, who had been paying attention to the decisive battle, had a look of astonishment on her face when she saw this. She was in a strange state of absent-mindedness. What attracted her was not Lu Xiaofeng's nine-day dance of the phoenix, but the sword of Baiyun City Lord.

The swordsmanship was so beautiful that it seemed as if it had taken her soul away with it.

even.

On one side, Shang Xiuxun, the owner of the beauty shop, also seemed to be the same. The two women stood side by side, looking absently in the direction of the roof of Huangji Palace, watching the decisive battle that was so gorgeous that it looked like fireworks.

The other side.

Hua Manlou couldn't see with his eyes, but he could feel it with his heart. At this moment, he was also anxious. By feeling the momentum, he knew that this would be the last move of the decisive battle between the two sides. After one move, life and death would be decided.

.

Fight decisively with others.

Other people's decisive battles may have a co-existing outcome for both sides, but this decisive battle will definitely not happen. Although Lu Xiaofeng did not say it clearly at the beginning, Huamanlou could feel it in his low tone. Ximen Chuixue on his side

His eyes were so bright that he stared at the scene in front of him without taking his eyes off him.

On the left hand, the scabbard of the sword was pinched by Ximen Chuixue at some point, revealing the sharp blade. The blade hurt the hand and cut the skin on the hand. Red blood was constantly flowing along the sword body.

gap.

Ximen Chuixue felt the gap in the middle.

More than Ye Gucheng, even more than Lu Xiaofeng.

Especially when Lu Xiaofeng's phoenix danced for nine days, everyone present felt the power of this move. Looking from a distance, it seemed like a real phoenix descended from the sky, carrying nobility and holiness, and also

With destruction.

In the corner, Mu Taoren's already solemn expression at this moment was even more horrified.

He was shocked that Baiyun City Lord Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng were more powerful than the rumors. Even at this moment, he had no confidence that he could fight with them. A decisive battle with two people in such a state. To be fair, I'm afraid it would be best.

The result was one death and one injury.

He was the one who died, and only the other party was injured, and the injuries were not very serious.

But what shocked Mu Tao Ren was Yue Yuan, who was wearing black clothes, black robes and a mask. Because just now, Mu Tao Ren had conceived countless scenes in his mind, and finally found out in despair that facing Ye Gucheng and

When Xiaofeng made this move, what was waiting for him was despair.

Mu Taoren couldn't think of a way to receive the move.

But now

Black and white rotate, Yueyuan is like an immovable axis fixed in the center.

This is the most core secret skill of Wudang Sect, Tai Chi.

Yin and Yang merge into one, purified into nothingness.

As he watched, the swirling mass of black and white absorbed the sword shadow shooting out from the sky and Lu Xiaofeng falling from the sky. Then, in the eyes of countless people, those flying immortals and Lu Xiaofeng were like moths rushing into the flame or fish swimming into the sea.

Breaking into that world of black and white.

The originally rotating black and white sphere seemed to be greatly affected in an instant. The originally distinct black and white colors began to vibrate, and the two sides merged with each other, and finally formed a mass that was invisible to everyone. The top of Huangji Palace

Everything is wrapped in it.

It's as if there is eternal chaos there.

"This is it!!!"

"How is this possible!"

Mu Taoist's eyes protruded as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, his lips trembled, and he murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "The Three Treasures belong to Liang Yi, the two Yis belong to Tai Chi, and Tai Chi belongs to Wuji."

Three treasures versus three people.

Yin and Yang are divided into two parts.

Tai Chi normalizes Wuji.

"Taiyi!"

As Mu Taoren finished speaking, the chaotic roof of Huangji Hall that everyone could not see finally changed. The black color dissipated in the wind, revealing the figures inside.

The three of them stood facing each other.

Yue Yuan put his hands on the heads of Lu Xiaofeng and Ye Gucheng, and on his body, the Yue Que Sword made of zhenqi passed through his abdomen, and blood dripped continuously along the tip of the sword. It made a clicking sound.

There was a clicking sound; as for Lu Xiaofeng's right palm, it covered Yue Yuan's heart.

The decisive battle is over.
To be continued...