Chapter 45 Not Your Sword

"Name: Ye Gucheng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng Legendary World, Lord of Baiyun City. "

"Name: Lu Xiaofeng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng Legendary World, Child of Destiny. "

"Name: Ximen Chuuxue.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng Legendary World, Sword God. "

Looking at Ye Gucheng in front of him, Zhou Yang felt a feeling of coldness, aloofness, and loneliness coming towards him. This is the invincible loneliness.

"Sword competition? Only sword competition?" Zhou Yang asked. There are many masters in Wanjielou, such as Hou Zhu, the god of iron courage, Zhuge Zheng me, Feng Qingyang, etc., but there are very few masters with swords.

"It's all right." Ye Gucheng was slightly taken aback, and said calmly, his sword is not afraid of any opponent.

hum!

Zhou Yang pointed lightly, and a pale golden light shot out from his index finger. The next moment, in the Wanjie Building, a square martial arts platform appeared, rising slowly, and there was a layer of white jade-colored light on the competition platform. Shrouded, protecting the competition platform.

The sudden appearance of the martial arts stage left everyone stunned, even Ye Gucheng, who had always looked calm, had shrunk pupils, creating something out of nothing.

Zhou Yang smiled lightly and did not explain. At the moment when Ye Gucheng was about to compete with swords, the system had already condensed a martial arts arena, and Zhou Yang just released him, keeping the mystery properly, and many things were easy to handle.

Just like now, even the peerless master who ignored Hou Zhu, the god of iron courage, looked at Zhou Yang with a trace of awe.

"You can shoot with all your strength in the game, and you don't have to worry about casualties." Zhou Yang said calmly, in front of a powerful system, no matter how fast the attack is, it can be blocked.

Whoosh!

Ye Gucheng turned into a phantom, like a black eagle spreading its wings, and the next moment, a figure stood on the competition platform.

With cold eyes and a straight waist, he gently pulled the sword out of the scabbard, stroked the Feihong sword in his hand, and said coldly, "This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world. Overseas cold elites, blowing their hair and breaking their hair."

Hold! Hold! Hold!

All the onlookers couldn't help but feel shocked, forced to be so high.

"This knife is the world's magic weapon. The blade is four feet and one inch. The net weight is ten catties and six ounces. It is forged from cold iron that has been forged for thousands of years, and the iron can be cut like mud." Under the martial arts stage, a burly man stroked his hand and broke a big gap. With a big knife on his back, he said intoxicated.

He had already thought that when he was competing with others in the future, if he uttered these words, he might directly stun his opponent.

"This sword is the Divine Weapon of the Nine Heavens. It is four feet and one inch long and weighs seven catties and one tael. It is a divine stone from beyond the sky. It was made through thousands of refinements." Below, Yue Buqun touched the sword hanging on his waist, and said silently in his heart. This "Five Sacred Mountains Discussing Swords", this is the dialogue between him and Zuo Lengchan, but the most important thing is to go back and measure the sword, and weigh it.

"Fuck! What are you looking at? You are not the only ones who have weapons, but I don't." Qiu Qianzhang glanced at the people around him, touched his crotch, and said triumphantly, "This is a divine sculpture. Made of flesh and blood, it can be as big or small as you like."

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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Ye Gucheng was unmoved.

With the Feihong sword in his hand, Ye Gucheng's aloof aura is even stronger, like a tall and straight cedar standing on a high mountain, like a thousand-year-old snow lotus on a snow-capped mountain, his eyes are as sharp as a sword's light, piercing people's hearts, and the sharpness radiates from his body.

"People below the Xiantian realm, don't go up. You need to pay 100 value points for each competition, and the winner will get 50 value points." Seeing the martial arts people below who are about to move around, Zhou Yang said lightly. Being second, who likes to watch.

And the real masters of sword use all have a dignified face. They usually think they understand the sword on their body, but now, they don't understand it at all.

If one doesn't even know the most basic character of the sword, how can one truly understand the sword.

Whoosh!

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but go up,

He felt that his blood that had been silent for many years was boiling, and the young man in front of him made him tremble and made his heart still.

"Ordinary people, I only need one sword, how many swords do you need from me?" Ye Gucheng looked at Feng Qingyang and said coldly.

Feng Qingyang said: "Young man, you'd better go all out."

call out!

Ye Gucheng moved, and his whole body was like a soundless black lightning, quickly swept towards Feng Qingyang, within three steps of Feng Qingyang in the blink of an eye.

Clang!

"Dugu Nine Swords - Broken Sword Style!"

Under the nervous and excited eyes of everyone, Feng Qingyang also drew his sword, and the speed of the sword was unimaginable, like an antelope hanging its horns, and with a stroke of genius, the sword pointed directly at the weakest point of Ye Gucheng.

Not only that, Feng Qingyang's sword was also very fast, the sword light flashed, and it was already in front of Ye Gucheng.

Ding!

The two swords collided like lightning and flint, colliding fiercely, and many people did not see how the two fought.

"Good swordsmanship!" A gleam of joy flashed in Ye Gucheng's eyes, and Feihong in his hand sang softly.

"Is this the duel of peerless swordsmen?"

"What a thrilling duel, every sword is so dangerous, if it were me, I'm afraid I can't catch even one sword."

"Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is so gorgeous, and Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is very subtle."

On the platform, the two of them were almost out of sight, the light of the sword was cold, one sword was faster than the other, the sword was full of energy, and one sword was stronger than the other.

On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue stood together.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly and said, "Ye Gucheng has met his opponent."

In the audience, an old man just came out randomly, and he was able to fight Ye Gucheng into a group, regardless of the outcome. He knew the horror of Ye Gucheng, and he was definitely one of the top swordsmen.

Ximen Chuuxue said calmly, "The opponent's swordsmanship is very exquisite, but he doesn't have his own swordsmanship. When Ye Gucheng gets familiar with the opponent's swordsmanship, this person will undoubtedly lose."

Just as Ximen Chuuxue expected, with the passage of time, Ximen Chuuxue became more and more comfortable, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Flying Immortal!"

Ye Gucheng jumped up, like the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unstained, like a white crane spreading its wings in the sky, and then, under the martial arts stage, everyone felt the sword energy that was so cold to the bone marrow, the sword's edge was so terrifying that it could not be resisted!

A ray of sword light flew obliquely, like a frightening light striking electricity, like a long rainbow passing through the sky.

Ye Gucheng and the sword seem to have merged into one, the light of the sword is like a flying rainbow, and it stabs straight at the past. In the sword, there is no change, and sometimes it is the best change, there is no trick to win.

No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not just a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a strike of lightning.

A sword light flashed in the void!

The next moment, Feng Qingyang's body was covered by a pale golden light curtain, and he stood there blankly, motionless, defeated, if not, Zhou Yang made a move, he would have died from this peerless sword technique .

One sword!

Feng Qingyang lost!

Everyone watching the battle was stunned, and the audience was silent.

This sword is so beautiful, it makes people intoxicated, as if a fairy descended, desolate and lonely, beautiful and beautiful.

What was even more unexpected was that Ye Gucheng hit with all his strength, Feng Qingyang had no chance to make a move, and was defeated directly, so simply.

If Feng Qingyang was just an ordinary rivers and lakes swordsman, everyone would not be so surprised. However, in the battle just now, every sword Feng Qingyang used was like a stroke of genius. This is a set of very brilliant swordsmanship.

"Unfortunately, it's not your sword!" Ye Gucheng looked at Feng Qingyang who was standing still, and said coldly, the aura of loneliness in his body became stronger.

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