The black hole in the void is more than one meter in size, and there is no light in the black black. Everything is lonely. After the moment of one merger, there is nothing within a radius of five miles, and it is dead silent.

Only the endless Void Sword Realm in the middle of the collision kept emitting ghostly low sounds.

The two full-strength martial masters burst out and were able to tear apart apart a space, which had already surpassed the ordinary martial masters' full-strength.

The void torn by sword energy is also called the sword world. It is the supreme swordsman who breaks the void and can break through a new world and become an immortal. Now, the two martial arts masters have opened up a small sword world that is one meter square in size. The condensation of sword skills, sword energy and energy between the two has reached a state of peak.

After stabilizing, the sword world that broke the void swallowed everything around it at a speed visible to the naked eye and gradually shrank.

After a moment, the unstable sword world's void returned to nothingness. Xiao Weimu and Wei Wuji both felt that the environment around them had changed a little, as if there was something missing. This feeling was indescribable and entangled in the heart.

The two of them walked out of shock. The strong Wu Zun was firm in his heart. Even if such a strange scene that he had never heard of and saw before, he had returned to his peak state in a moment and could fight again at any time.

"No matter how victory or defeat is, this battle is enough to be recorded in history," said Wei Wuji.

Xiao Weimu nodded and agreed, "Although there is no viewer, I hope the winner can make this news public and benefit the martial artists who are struggling to seek the Tao in the world."

“Great kindness!”

The two swordsmen fought two moves and felt a sense of cherishing each other.

Compared to drinking and talking and making every effort to contribute a peerless battle, is the way to respect your opponent the most.

"Zhanlu", "Cold Snake", the sword is as good as it wishes, stirring up countless sword flowers. Every time it collides, the fluctuations caused by the two sword weapons spread out around.

Fight from the earth to the sky, on the riverside.

The horse-coat mountain wall left a towering sword seal; by the water of the bull head, the ten-foot water column suddenly rose up like rain, scattering the earth, witnessing the explosion of the power of the two martial masters; the sky was sunny, and the dark clouds were filled with hundreds of feet of clouds, like a canopy covering the sky and the sun.

The city of Handan, which is more than ten miles away, is trembling thousands of times a day. The strong vibration is in the city and you can clearly feel it.

The power of Wu Zun shakes the sky and the earth.

"This battle is full of regrets!" Xiao Weimou said lightly.

Wei Wuji's black hair was a little scattered, and his index finger gently stroked his ears, still maintaining the look that the nobles should have, and said, "Mr. Xiao, you don't have one of the ten internal strength?"

Xiao Weimu nodded calmly, inserted the "cold snake" to the ground and said, "I don't have one ten left, and Mr. Wuji is not much better, hahaha!"

Wei Wuji smiled embarrassedly and said, "If it weren't for the sake of the country's righteousness, maybe you and I could be friends."

"We can also become friends now. But before this, draw out your sword and let the last move end this extraordinary battle." As Xiao Weimu spoke, the Hunyuan mental method was activated, and a trace of internal force was condensed.

The spiritual energy of this space was long ago broken up and quoted in the endless battle between the two, and there was no more part of it. The word "desolate" can be described most appropriately.

At this moment, Xiao Weimu's unique Hunyuan internal strength has gained a little advantage for him.

"Come on, the last sword, determine the outcome, remember the agreement between the swordsmen." Wei Wuji's blood was boiling at the moment, the loosening of the realm, and the improvement of his understanding of swordsmanship. At this moment, these things that were already exciting were not in the mind's consideration. The boiling blood drove the body just to use the last sword.

Xiao Weimu let out a breath of turbid air indifferently, looking at the sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, but there was no sign of wanting rain.

The world changes color!

The "cold snake" on the ground didn't know when it had arrived at Xiao Weimu's hand and was still trembling.

The blood is not cold yet.

The glory of the swordsman flows in the blood. When you close your eyes, you can feel the flow of blood from each other. It is a tacit understanding of closeness that you don’t need to be clearly stated.

Both of them were speechless, but they both set out their swords at the same time.

Xiao Weimu did not look at Wei Wuji, nor did he look at the "Zhanlu Sword" that Wei Wuji had in his hands, nor did he look at the eyes of this independent swordsman.

This is a taboo in swordsmanship. The battle between masters is just like a decisive battle between a large army. Only by knowing oneself and an enemy can one win every battle.

Therefore, every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle should be observed carefully and must not be missed at all.

Because every point may be the factor that determines the outcome of this battle.

Xiao Weimu has experienced many battles and is invincible in swordsmanship in Zhao. How could he not understand this principle?

This kind of mistake should not be a mistake that Wu Zun Jianshe would make, it is just...

Because at this moment, in Xiao Weimu's vision, there is only his "cold snake", his companion who has been with him for forty years!

Two immortal swords!

Punch out!

The sound of clear sounds rubbed in the air, the most familiar sound of swordsmen in their lifetime.

The sword stabbed out was not fast, and the distance between Xiao Weimu and Wei Wuji was still far - four feet away!

Their sword edge began to change continuously without touching it. The people moved very slowly, but the sword edge changed very quickly because they had changed with their will before they could use one move.

The changes in swordsmanship have reached the level of doing whatever they want, and it is also the peak of swordsmanship in martial arts!

If Xiao Weimu's opponent was not Wei Wuji, every change in the sword in his palm would be a sword that would win, full of sixty years of experience and the ultimate truth of heaven and earth that he had understood.

Their sword is united with people, and this is the Heart Sword.

Before the sword was touched, a tear had already slipped out of the corner of Wei Wuji's eyes, immersed in the opponent's sword force. The sixty years of changes included, which makes people sigh.

A trace of internal force generated by Xiao Weimu's Hunyuan's mind technique now plays a crucial role. Although it is only a trace, it is suppressed by the martial master!

Xiao Weimu's sword is like wind and rain, like clouds and snow, and is light and flowing.

Wei Wuji's sword was calm but a little dull. Because there was an invisible rope tied to the sword - the country, desire, power, and family. This was the thread that tied his sword.

Xiao Weimu has no worries, and the only thing left is to focus on the sword, which is about the sword, only the sword.

Just between the twenty changes below, Xiao Weimu's sword will surely pierce into Wei Wuji's throat.

Twenty changes pass in an instant.

Now, no one can change Wei Wuji's fate...

The distance between the two is very close!

Both swords had pierced out with all their strength!

This is the last sword, the one that decides the outcome.

Until now, Wei Wuji saw that his sword was one step slower. Before his sword penetrated Xiao Weimu's chest, he would be pierced by the other party's sword.

He had no choice but to accept this result.

After all, concern is a heartstring that involves one's heart!

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Xiao Weimu's sword power had a deviation, perhaps only a deviation between one or two inches, but the distance between one or two inches was already a distance between life and death.

How did this error happen?

The sword edge is cold, but it is not the "cold snake" in Xiao Weimu's hands.
Chapter completed!