On the Purple Gold Mountain, under the full moon, the white-clothed city lord, and the green-robed dragon head!

Ximen Jian faced the bright moon and stabbed out with a sword. Under the sky, the sword energy was sharp, as if it was about to pierce the night sky.

The figure of the green robe drew out the long sword, and a blue light flashed by, it was a sword and a human being!

If there are really immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods in the world, they will definitely be moved by this sword.

The two sword energy faced each other, just a stab.

The people on the beach were clearly separated by several miles, but they were still shocked by the sharpness of the sword energy!

After this sword, no doubt whether it was Nan Mingdao or Wan Jiang, they were just fighting with Gong Ziyu and did not understand it!

But is there another person in the world who can stab this sword at the Yin God Realm?

The Lord of Baiyun City stood upright, dressed like snow, and said, "Your sword is not bad!"

A voice came from under the mask of the man with green robe: "It's a pity that my sword was not for viewing."

His sword technique is the sword technique of killing people!

Ximen Jian looked at the man and said, "The man who taught me Jian also told me that only when killing people can the swordsman be truly alive!"

"Okay! Take my sword!" Gongziyu said!

After the words came to an end, a sword had already stabbed out!

No one can describe the sharpness and speed of the sword, no one can imagine it, and no one can dodge it.

What I am talking about is that there is no one, and of course, it also includes the Lord of Baiyun City!

A sword stabbed into Ximen Jian's chest, and the blood flowers bloomed under the sword.

Who can see the brilliant glory of that moment?

At this time, everyone in the audience was surprised. More people just didn't expect that Ximen Jian would be defeated so quickly!

Qi Huan and the old man beside him were amazed by this sword.

When this sword was stabbed out, nothing could compare to that kind of beauty.

Qi Huan cannot stab you out!

The old man of heaven did not believe that the Yin God could stab this sword, but this is reality!

In the old man's opinion, this sword he could never stop!

This sword can kill the gods!

Ximen Jian's voice was still cold, but there was a hint of paleness on his face!

"Why not stab in?"

The voice was dull, although it was a question, but there was no doubt at all!

Gongziyu, in the green robe, spoke, "This is my sword, I have never seen your sword!"

Hearing Gongziyu's words, Ximen Jian's unchanging expression changed!

Show a faint smile!

"Okay, let you see my sword!"

Ximen Jian has a warm feeling in his cold appearance, but he can't get rid of loneliness in his life because this loneliness is inherent!

Ximen sword's white clothes floated by, and the sword in his hand shone brightly again!

The face changed from a new way to the original arrogance!

A noble character as icy and snowy as a distant mountain, a life as shining as a meteor in a winter night, and an unparalleled sword in the world.

This is Ximen Jian!

The sword is still as bright as snow, but the sword is desolate and makes a loud noise!

Under the full moon, the moonlight reflects.

Snow-like pale clothes.

The pale sword edge of the snow.

Ruxue's pale side face.

The pale loneliness like snow.

His people have been integrated into this sword. His people are swords. As long as his people are there, all things in the world are his swords!

There is nothing else between heaven and earth except the vast sword peak!

Under the sharp sword energy, the originally vibrant flowers, plants and trees lost their color. Even the sun, moon and stars were shrouded in deathly sword energy and dimmed.

Just like reincarnation, a sword pierced into Gongziyu's chest, watching the blood flowers bloom under the sword.

When Ximen Jian took back the long sword, the string of blood flowers that fell from the sword edge was so brilliant!

Ximen Jian stood upright, his white clothes were as white as snow, like sculptures that have stood there since ancient times.

Gongziyu spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you are stupid, your ambition will be solid. Therefore, those who are stupid in calligraphy must be skilled in writing, and those who are stupid in skills must be good in skills. Those who are in the world but have not achieved success all think that they are not stupid."

"I thought my sword was brilliant enough! I didn't expect you to be more infatuated than me!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, these "incredible people" behave eccentricly and difficult to understand.

Their obsession with hobbies is actually a pure and noble sentiment.

Ximen Jian is a sword crazy!

Ximen Jian's face was pale: "At least you are not lonely!"

The emotions in human nature are like loneliness, like maggots attached to bones. If you are contaminated, don’t try to get rid of them easily.

No one could understand Ximen Jian's words, but Gongziyu understood it!

Gongziyu laughed and said, "You are right! At least I am not lonely. I have something else besides swords! And you are more lonely than swords!"

In fact, Ximen Jian knows the joy of life very much. He usually likes the music of flutes and guqin, and enjoys the beauty of nature.

But whenever he stands in Baiyun City, he always thinks of loneliness!

The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds, and there is an isolated city with thousands of feet of mountains.

Baiyun City has always been an lonely city, and he is also an innate loneliness!

Ximen Jian has always been lonely. From the beginning of his decision to devote himself to the sword path, the seeds of loneliness were buried deep in his heart.

When he first entered the sword path, he was a little successful, and his lonely shadow became even stronger.

When he pursues swordsmanship, he does not hesitate to sacrifice his life to prove the great way. When he is alone, he becomes more and more lonely.

No one in the audience expected to witness such two brilliant swords!

They are not like the sword technique on earth, but I don’t know if ghosts and gods can catch these two swords!

There are no winners and no losers in this battle!

Both of them are unparalleled swordsmen!

It’s just a pity that both of them were seriously injured!

The top of the Forbidden City is worthy of its name, and it is indeed a peak battle!

The two people on the mountain turned around and left, and disappeared in a drift!

And everyone at the foot of the mountain also left one after another!

Qi Huan also followed the crowd. Although he witnessed the two swords at the peak, Qi Huan did not forget the dark side in the dark!

What is the layout of the two gods?

In Qi Huan's opinion, the two should be in the same group!

So are the two injured?

If not, why pretend to be injured?

To attract whom?

Qi Huan didn't want to know all this. This vortex was too big and it was not something Qi Huan could involve.

......

Xishan, two figures surrounded Ximen Jian!

Ximen Jian looked at the two of them and said, "Who are you?"

Although both of them were not concealed at all, Ximen Jian still didn't know these two people!

One of them also held a sword in his hand and said, "No need to delay time, your ancestor of the Ximen family has long been attracted by us."

Ximen Jian frowned, still saying the same thing: "Who are you?"

The sword-holder drew his sword and said, "This is impossible to tell you! If you are not injured, we both will be afraid of it, but it's a pity!"

Another square-faced man said, "The Lord of Baiyun City, Ximen Jian, is well-known! I can't take your last sword, but you can't use it either!"

Ximen Jian said calmly: "Why don't you guys come and try it?"
Chapter completed!