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The sky is snowing, the void is frozen;

The ice and snow within a thousand miles was so sudden that the masters of both sides had to sacrifice their celestial powers to resist; and Wang Sheng had crashed into this snowstorm before, but at this time he couldn't find the figure of the Golden Crow.

Sword repair is different from sword repair, and the three swordsmanship of heaven, earth and man also have their own emphasis;

What Meng Wuxue cultivated was the way of the Earth Sword, and his sword skills could easily cover thousands of miles of ice, bringing his celestial cultivation to the fullest.

After a few long moments, the thousand miles of snow suddenly stopped, as if condensed into a picture scroll, two figures could be faintly seen in the wind and snow.

Wang Sheng stabbed forward with his sword, and Meng Wuxue's fairy sword blocked it horizontally, and the sword body barely resisted the tip of the Wuling sword.

The swords collided, and the universe suddenly began to shake, and the two immortal powers erupted at the same time, and the figures of Wang Sheng and Meng Wuxue were pushed away by the counter-shock force.

Meng Wuxue flicked the fairy sword in her hand, as if she was writing with a pen in the sky, and the wind and snow swept away towards Wang Sheng.

Among the snowflakes, ice edges suddenly appeared, like window grilles on the window sill in winter, covering Wang Sheng's figure from all directions;

If you look closely at this moment, every icy edge is actually transformed by the shadow of a sword!

Countless sword shadows seemed to be arranged in a certain formation, trapping Wang Sheng directly in it, and the accumulated offensive exploded quickly!

The thicker the snow, the brighter the sword;

It seems that there are countless fairies attacking with swords in this wind and snow, and Meng Wuxue, who is dancing swords in the air, also seems to be drinking and singing in the wind and snow, his movements are extremely free and easy, and the artistic conception is so profound.

However, at the moment when the surrounding ice edges were about to engulf Wang Sheng and engulfed Wang Sheng, a ray of thunder shot up into the sky from the Spiritless Sword without warning!

The thunder pillar quickly split into three in the wind and snow, splitting the numerous 'ice flowers' in front of it, like smashing countless glass mirrors, and sparkling snow dust floated all over the sky;

Lightning flash!

Wang Sheng escaped from the thunder, and the Wuling sword was shining brightly!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Sheng appeared at the end of Thunderbolt, rushing out of the land blocked by ice edges!

With a flicker of his figure, seven afterimages were transformed into seven afterimages. These seven afterimages kept changing directions, and each of them held a sword to attack Meng Wuxue.

Meng Wuxue didn't seem to have expected that Wang Sheng could rush in front of him so easily, but at the moment he was not in the slightest panic, his face remained calm, and he swung the fairy sword in his hand very quickly.

Wang Sheng's Ziwei Heavenly Sword has been deployed, and the seven-star step under his feet has been urged to the extreme;

He doesn't know how to do clones, these seven afterimages are not false, it's just that he used his sword too fast and moved too fast, so that the afterimages are like clones one after another.

Kilometers, six hundred meters!

These seven figures kept flickering and approached Meng Wuxue rapidly; the long sword in the latter's hand moved forward, and invisible sword lights attacked Wang Sheng head-on, but the sword lights passed through the afterimages, but fell into space one after another.

Sword over Tianheng!

The Wuling Sword counterattacked violently, first seven sword qi erupted, but they blocked Meng Wuxue's retreat everywhere;

Meng Wuxue held the sword to resist, and the fairy sword in her hand knocked down the seven sword qi very quickly, but she was also disrupted from the pace of her moves;

On the contrary, Wang Sheng had already approached, and in the blink of an eye, seven figures appeared strangely around Meng Wuxue's body!

At this moment, Meng Wuxue found that all the vitals of her body were covered by the opponent's sword move, and at this moment the warning signs were constantly in her heart.

There was no way for him to escape, so he could only use all he had learned in his life, the snow sword in his hand was as fast as a phantom of light, and the sword shadows formed plum blossoms, shooting at the surroundings.

For a moment, the sound of the two swords intersecting could be heard endlessly, and the two celestial powers collided rapidly!

From time to time, flying sword energy and sword light burst out towards the void, and the power contained in it will kill you if you touch it in the real fairyland, and hurt you if you rub it; Tremor!

The Ziwei Heavenly Sword that Wang Sheng had unleashed was temporarily resisted by Meng Wuxue!

But although Meng Wuxue moves quickly, she still has her own moves and routines to find, and if there are fixed moves and routines, there will be certain loopholes.

Wang Sheng was not in a hurry. The Ziwei Heavenly Sword continued to erupt, and the sword light was faster and faster.

Gradually,

Every movement and every parry of Meng Wuxue appeared clearly in Wang Sheng's heart.

Meng Wuxue's movements seemed to be slowing down?

No, it's just that Wang Sheng has begun to adapt to Meng Wuxue's swordsmanship routines and shooting habits from the bottom of his heart.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and the sword is screaming.

Sword qi slashed towards the endless void, and Feng Lixing's vitality was also stirred.

Seeing this, all the immortals of Xinghai Sect showed emotion; while the female disciples of Fengli Sect were full of splendor, and the sect culture began to play a role again.

The only ones who could feel the "ruthlessness" of these two sword cultivators were the "Old True Immortals" who were trapped in the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, and the remaining 19 Heavenly Immortal Realm "masters" on both sides.

Those elders and disciples of the Beihe Sword Sect had very exciting facial expressions at this moment.

Wang Sheng took the initiative to show the five great swords before as a deterrent, and they all had the idea of ​​"no matter how strong you are, you are only a real fairy at this time";

But at this time, Wang Sheng completely suppressed Meng Wuxue with his sword alone, which was really beyond their expectations.

The extremely exquisite star swordsmanship, every move is as if made by nature, coincides with the avenue of stars, blessed by the power of stars, and seems to have endless changes;

There is also the matching mysterious footwork, the lightning escape method that is comparable to short-distance teleportation supernatural powers...

At this moment, these members of the Beihe Sword Sect were unwilling to admit how strong Wang Sheng himself was, and completely attributed Wang Sheng's tyranny to his rich swordsmanship background.

But what happened next made these sword cultivators, who were considered accomplished, even more accepting and incompetent.

Wang Sheng's sword was suddenly faster.

The original Big Dipper appeared in the wind and snow, and at that moment the big purple star revolved rapidly around Meng Wuxue!

Ding!

With a soft sound, the fairy sword in Meng Wuxue's hand was hit upwards, and seven sword shadows crossed across, and the fairy robe on Meng Wuxue's body was instantly covered with seven bloodstains!

And this is just the beginning.

The sky full of stars smashed through the wind and snow, the stars shook, the stars fell, and a river of stars wrapped all around Meng Wuxue, washing it back and forth.

"Snow light!"

Meng Wuxue let out a soft drink, her figure suddenly became a little weak, and she began to move and dodge extremely quickly, leaving behind afterimages.

At this time, he was completely unable to use his sword skills, and was firmly suppressed by the opponent; if he was not in his position, he would not have realized how fierce the sword intent was contained in the continuous starlight!

The sound of "噗噗噗" was heard endlessly, and the fairy blood continued to splatter, but in the blink of an eye, Meng Wuxue's whole body was already soaked in blood!

Wang Sheng didn't show mercy, and wanted to take Meng Wuxue's life. Meng Wuxue resisted with all her strength, and the sword in her hand was so fast that it almost melted into the surrounding snow, but she still couldn't regain the initiative.

The galaxy revolves around this white-clothed sword, vast and boundless.

Wang Sheng's figure appeared in the stars from time to time, stepping on the stars and dancing, like an emperor patrolling the galaxy, without any injuries on his body, and his breath didn't even fluctuate too much.

Meng Wuxue was already covered in blood, her breath trembled slightly, and she seemed to be about to lose.

Compared to these, how could I lose the sword intent that I have spent thousands of years polishing so hard!

How could he be so foolishly defeated by the Heavenly Sword!

So what can the Heavenly Sword do!

Stepping on the snow without a trace! This snow has no hatred!

Meng Wuxue suddenly gave up defense and resisted, adding fourteen wounds to her body; but suddenly a strong icy breath gushed out from Meng Wuxue's body, quickly sealing Wang Sheng's sword momentum.

The starlight subsided, Wang Sheng's figure was revealed, and he retreated immediately.

Meng Wuxue stared at Wang Sheng. At this moment, the other person, the god, and the sword merged into one almost instantly. A thousand-meter-long sword energy pierced the galaxy, and with the momentum to cut through the void, he slashed obliquely. fall!

This sword fused the essence of Meng Wuxue's ten thousand years of painstaking practice of this sword technique, and fused Meng Wuxue's understanding of kendo so far;

No matter from Meng Wuxue's perspective, or from the gaze of the surrounding eyes, it seems that Wang Sheng can no longer dodge...

Wang Sheng sighed secretly in his heart, with a little disappointment in his eyes.

disappointment?

Meng Wuxue's heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, what was this young sword cultivator disappointed about?

His sword has been chopped down!

However, the Spiritless Sword in Wang Sheng's hand suddenly rose, a shadow of yin and yang appeared in the light of the sword, and a small Tai Chi condensed on the tip of the sword.

The sword qi fell, and the fairy light flickered around the Wuling sword. Wang Sheng's figure changed from slow to fast, falling in the direction of the sword qi, and the arm that raised the Wuling sword also fell slowly.

There was a little disbelief in Meng Wuxue's eyes, his almost desperate sword seemed to be slashing on the air without any force!

But Wang Sheng fell no more than tens of meters, his arms were just level with his shoulders, and he took a seemingly effortless step to the side for tens of meters, causing the huge sword energy to slide quickly from his side.

This movement is so smooth and smooth, and the weight is lifted lightly, without any sense of effort.

Meng Wuxue's arms were constantly trembling.

"The sword has no deadly moves, and the meaning is like flowing water." Wang Sheng stepped back, "If you have no other moves, I will take your life."

"Take another sword from me! I will die without regret!"

Meng Wuxue gritted her teeth and scolded angrily, her figure turned into a sword of ice and snow hundreds of meters long again, and the ice and snow within a thousand miles hit Wang Sheng.

"snort!"

Starlight flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes, and his figure flickered, and he rushed straight forward to meet the tip of the snow sword!

In the next moment, Wuling Sword and Xuejian collided head-on, and the shadow of the sword in Wang Sheng's hand bloomed like a lotus flower. Every time the petals turned, it chopped the huge Xuejian into pieces!

And when the lotus bloomed a dozen times, Xue Jian was directly flattened, and a phantom appeared in the lotus, and Wang Sheng stabbed Meng Wuxue's throat with his sword.

However, although this sword stabbed down, it did not contain the sword intent to destroy the opponent's primordial spirit. Although such a wound was terrifying, it was only a serious injury.

Pulling out the Wuling Sword, Wang Sheng shook his hand, and swept Meng Wuxue aside, his eyes fell on the gloomy Long Aotian.

"Next."