Chapter 73 The Forbidden Top

After two o'clock, I'm waiting for everyone to vote for Sanjiang, okay!

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"Cough...everyone be quiet."

Zhou Yang coughed lightly, and the bustling Wanjie Building, which was constantly buzzing, became quiet in an instant.

"Please continue to submit your resumes for plane agents. I will select a suitable agent as soon as possible and let everyone know. In addition, those who participated in the competition between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue, we can go." Zhou Yang said.

It was dusk now, and the match between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue was approaching.

As for the difficulty of entering the forbidden area of ​​the palace, Zhou Yang had already resolved it. When Buma left, Zhou Yang had asked Buma to leave two aircraft behind.

A small aircraft can take about four or five people, and a medium-sized aircraft can take about twenty people.

However, I'm afraid I don't even need flying machines. Except for Wanyan Lie, everyone here is a peerless master from each world. Although the city walls are high, it is difficult to resist the footwork of these people.

Li Xunhuan was drinking heavily with a wine gourd, his face showed a feeling of refreshment, and his expression was intoxicated. For those who love wine, the fine wine of Wanjielou is indeed rare in the world, making people linger on.

Feng Qingyang also walked down from the second floor of Wanjie Building with an excited Yue Buqun. Yue Buqun was very excited. It was definitely a good opportunity for him to watch the match of peerless swordsmen. By chance, he also uses a sword.

With a triumphant expression, Wan Yanlie glanced at Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, and walked over. Jin people are good at martial arts, and he is also yearning for the competition of top swordsmen.

After the four of them, Guihai Yidao with a cold face came one after another, and Yang Guo with a frowning face brought joyful sculptures, and then Wu Yazi and many other experts also came, adding up to a dozen people.

Looking at the number of people gathered, Zhou Yang didn't wait any longer.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Yang muttered silently in his heart, and then appeared in a bustling city. At this time, the vast city was crowded with people, rubbing shoulders, as if it could no longer accommodate such a huge number of people.

Whether it is martial arts people or literati in the rivers and lakes, they all flocked to the capital with eager faces.

This battle is a contest between Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and Ximen Chuuxue. It can be described as a contest between ultimate swordsmen. Whoever wins is probably the best swordsman in the world, or even the best master in the world.

Although the night was approaching, the capital city was brightly lit, and the endless noise became louder and louder, completely detonating the entire city.

Zhou Yang led a group of people along the crowd and walked towards the palace. There was a large army gathered around the palace. A little restless, occasionally, I couldn't help but turn my head and look towards the highest place in the palace.

"I don't know who will win and lose in this decisive battle?" A person from the Jianghu shook his head and sighed, because the two have never been defeated since they were born and entered the Jianghu, as if they were born for swords, born peerless swordsmen.

"I think Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, will win this time. Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal is the most powerful sword in the world. Although Ximen Chuuxue is powerful, he may not be an opponent."

"It's nonsense. The only thing in martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast. Ximen Chuuxue's sword is the fastest sword in the world. The sword can be broken, but it can't be broken fast."

Along the way, no matter martial artists, literati, or even traffickers, they were all arguing and supporting their favorite swordsman. Their faces were red and angry, and many people scuffled directly.

The bright moon gradually sinks to the west, but it looks rounder. The bright moonlight pours down like frost and snow.

——The round moon seems to be hanging under the cornice of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. There are already many people standing under the cornice, but there is no human voice. Zhou Yang and his party naturally come in easily, and they don't even use the aircraft.

Just leap in.

At this moment, everyone was silent, and they had already shut their mouths, because they could also feel the two pressures slowly rising.

The two figures suddenly appeared on the top of the Forbidden City like ghosts, dreams and illusions. A white dress is like a cloud, and a white dress is better than snow.

boom!

All the audience who could see the figures of the two were instantly excited. Waiting until now, they finally waited for the duel between the two top swordsmen.

It is no exaggeration to say that the duel between the two is the duel of the world's number one swordsman, whoever wins will be the world's number one swordsman, is it Ye Gucheng? Is it Ximen Chuuxue?

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, has been obsessed with swords since he was a child, and he is very talented.

Ximen Chuuxue established himself in the Jianghu with superb swordsmanship. He is withdrawn by nature.

The confrontation between the two top swordsmen is thrilling without even thinking about it. After all, swordsmen are different from warriors. Their attacks are famous for their quickness, precision and ruthlessness. If they make a wrong move, they may be killed by the sword, especially for the top swordsmen.

The top of the Forbidden City.

The two figures stood a hundred steps apart.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold, his waist was straight, he gently pulled the sword out of the scabbard, stroked the Feihong sword in his hand, and said coldly, "This sword belongs to the elite of overseas cold fighters. It blows hair and breaks its hair. The blade is three feet and seven inches. The net weight is six catties and four taels."

Suddenly, there was a dragon chant, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was out of its sheath.

The sword also seemed pale in the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

"This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and three taels." Ximen Chuuxue stood upright, his white clothes were like snow, but the sword in his hand was black, pitch black, long and narrow, and ancient.

The next moment, Ximen Chuuxue's sword was out of its sheath, faster than the streamer, better than lightning, quietly.

The sword looked cold under the moonlight.

The cold moon, the cold sword, the cold face.

They don't think much of human life, whether it's someone else's life or their own, it's all the same.

Their shots are merciless, because their swordsmanship is a deadly move.

They all like to wear snow-white clothes.

People can't help it, they have a feeling of being both born Yu and Shengliang, both of them are too good, good like the sun in the sky, this world can only accommodate one person.

Clang!

Just like that, the swords collided with each other, people's shadows intertwined, sparks splashed everywhere, dazzling, like two small suns, scorching brilliance.

"Why do I feel trembling!" Under the eaves, a half-step innate martial artist, trembling with hairs all over his body, said in a trembling voice.

"Me too, I just feel a crisis coming from all sides, and I feel like being assassinated."

"These two people probably have already mastered the sword energy. The sword energy is cold and unparalleled. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary."

"Their swords are really terrifying." Under the eaves, Li Xunhuan took a sip of his wine and said with a smile. He could feel his own blood burning, and couldn't help wanting to fight.

"It seems that Ye Gucheng didn't use his full strength in the last battle with me." Feng Qingyang looked even more bitter, Nima, how old are you, and this sword technique is already terrifying.

Under the eaves, everyone's eyes were fixed, and their eyes moved with the movement of the two people on the eaves. The competition between the two has entered a white-hot state.

Ding Ding Ding Ding...

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, intertwined and vertical and horizontal, the cold air is dense, and the cold light is fierce.

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