In the cold hall, two people were facing each other with swords.
Wei Zhuang held the sword in his right hand, which was naturally lowered. The shark teeth in his hand buzzed and trembled slightly.
Both of them were top swordsmen who had comprehended sword intent.
The treasured sword had a spirit. It could feel the sword intent released by the treasured sword in the enemy's hand and would instinctively respond.
Xuan Jian pursed his lips and smiled evilly. He waved the white sword in his right hand and carried it on his shoulder. His actions were relaxed and his tone was natural, giving people a strong confidence.
The black and white swords were not so much swords as the perfect combination of swords and sabers.
The Xuan Jian Dual Swords, one black and one white, each sword only had one blade, the blade and the back of the blade. Although it had a slender body like a sword, it only had one edge.
This was a pair of powerful swords, but also a pair of strange swords.
Just like his master, the Black and White Profound Jian. He had a mysterious background, a strange personality, and was powerful. He cultivated both internally and externally.
Xuan Jian sized up the Shark Tooth Demon Sword as he pursed his lips into a faint smile."This is a good sword."
"What a pity…"
Xuan Jian's words changed and he commented with a calm tone,""Unfortunately, I didn't drink enough blood and killed too few enemies.”
"The sword qi is sharp, but the sword intent is still lacking.”
As a heavenly first-class assassin of the Network and a powerful swordsman, the Black and White Profound Jian's comments hit the nail on the head. His eyesight was astonishing.
Wei Zhuang had only comprehended the sword intent for less than a month. His sword intent had just formed and was indeed lacking.
Swordsmen clashed, mental states clashed, and words clashed.
The Black and White Profound Jian's sword path cultivation was exquisite. The words he said were as sharp as the sword in his hand, hitting the vital points.
The bright moon shone on Wei Zhuang's body, his black clothes as dark as night.
Wei Zhuang straightened his back and sneered with his sword in hand."Black White Profound Jian, you can be considered a sword hero of your generation. Unfortunately, he had degenerated and become a member of the Network, a slave to grudges.”
"Ha…grudges, grudges…"
Xuan Jian lightly snorted and laughed. He held the sword with both hands and crossed his arms. The two long swords flashed with a cold light, one black and one white.
He released his hands and slowly raised his right hand. A black sword was slowly raised. The slender sword body hummed, and afterimages followed.
The sword aura shone in the dark night, and the sword aura swayed under the moonlight.
"This black sword has killed 136 people for revenge.”
Shua!
Clang!
Two long swords, one black and one white, flew in the air and crossed each other. The sword energy was crisp and clear.
"This white sword killed 154 people to repay a debt of gratitude."”
Holding the hilt with both hands, the Black and White Profound Swordsman's hands naturally drooped down. The tip of the sword slashed across the wooden floor, creating a dazzling flame. Sparks sparkled, igniting the old wooden floor.
This was the main hall of the former Duke Zhuang of Zheng's palace. There were a total of three floors. They were on the second floor in the middle, which was naturally made of wooden planks.
The Black and White Profound Jian stepped forward, and the two sword tips lit up the wooden board with a swoosh. Sparks were burning, and he said faintly,""In order to pursue the supreme Dao of the Sword, thousands of people were injured and countless people died under the black and white swords.”
"There is no enmity between us, but since you are also a swordsman, let me test your sword.”
"This is fate!"
Clang!
The two swords crossed each other, and the sword energy was clear. The Black and White Profound Jian stopped and locked onto Wei Zhuang with killing intent.
Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed. Although the Black and White Profound Jian had temporarily forgotten him, he had not forgotten the other party.
Three years ago, during the battle at the Wei Manor, he and his senior brother Ge Nie had carried out the last test given by their master. They had fought against the Black and White Profound Swords due to fate.
In that battle, any one of the two of them was cruelly defeated by Xuan Jian.
Furthermore, the Black and White Profound Jian had broken his white sword for the sake of his beloved woman. He had returned with the black sword in his hand with the intention of killing Wei Yong and razing the Wei Manor.
The Black White Profound Jian that only had one sword was not the peak Profound Jian.
Three years ago, facing Xuan Jian who only had one black sword, they could only combine their strengths to defeat him.
Now…
Wei Zhuang's heart sank. He was alone, and Xuan Jian's black and white swords had returned. How could he resist?
His heart was heavy, but he was not afraid. The path to the peak of the sword path was destined to be bumpy.
This was just a barrier that was neither light nor heavy.
There was only one battle.
Whoosh!
Wei Zhuang's feet moved quickly, and he leaped several meters. The Shark Tooth in his hand slashed down from the air, and he used the Shark Tooth's characteristics and his own strength-type swordsman's characteristics.
The blade of the sword tore through the air, cutting through the strong wind.
The black and white Profound Jian waved the sword in his right hand and collided from bottom to top. The two sharp swords clashed with a crisp sound, and the sound was ear-piercing.
The powerful rebound sent Wei Zhuang flying high into the sky before he landed steadily.
Swoosh!
Xuan Jian bent his knees, bent his waist, shifted his center of gravity forward, and his knees suddenly borrowed the force from the ground as he charged forward.
Wei Zhuang also swung his sword.
The two of them clashed, and the sword qi turned into sharp blades.
Clang clang…
Zhang Liang's eyes were filled with shock. This indescribably fast sword qi, this incomparably sharp sword light, if it was him, he would have died under the sword long ago.
At this moment, Zhang Liang had a new understanding of the sword and strength.
"Perhaps it's time for me to practice sword-arts as well.”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two of them clashed in the arena. Sword intent raged and sword qi swept across.
In the next second, Zhang Liang closed his eyes, his expression filled with pity.
The speed of the Black-White Profound Swordsman was a level higher, and his cultivation was also a level higher.
The two of them exchanged seven or eight blows, and Wei Zhuang's waist was slashed by the Xuan Jian. The thin and sharp blade grazed his body, and a wisp of blood splattered.
Fortunately, Wei Zhuang borrowed the force from his feet and retreated in time. This sword did not hurt his ribs, but only cut through his flesh.
The Black and White Profound Jian's tone was calm, proud, and confident."Countless souls have died under my sword. Don't run away.”
"Of course, it's useless to run away."
Swoosh, swoosh!
As he spoke, Xuan Jian held the two swords in his hands and charged out. The sword blades stabbed out diagonally, and the sharp sword blades pierced through the air and whistled over.
Wei Zhuang snorted and leaped forward. He flew a few meters away like a sharp arrow. He circulated the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique to the limit and slashed with the Shark Tooth Sword in his hand.
Clang!
Wei Zhuang and Xuan Jian clashed, three swords intertwined.
Gang!
The sword force exploded, and the two of them unleashed their inner force.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…The broken pieces of wood on the ground began to tremble, and they seemed to be about to leave the ground.
Zhang Liang's eyes widened. With Wei Zhuang and Xuan Jian as the center, two streaks of overbearing and fierce true qi interweaved. The sword qi was like a dragon, scorching like fire.
The true energy revolved around the two of them like a dragon. The powerful pressure forced Zhang Liang to retreat.
"Brother Wei Zhuang!" Zhang Liang was worried.
Facing such a powerful enemy like Xuan Jian, how long could Brother Wei Zhuang resist?
As expected, the two of them fought with their sword wills and cultivation. Wei Zhuang's knees trembled slightly, and his feet began to slide backward along the wooden floor.
The Black White Profound Jian clearly had the upper hand.
Clang!
At this moment, a cold light flew outside the hall. A man and a sword pierced through the wooden house and entered the hall.
A white figure and a white sword aura.
The cold sword Qi slashed out from ten meters away.
The Black-White Profound Swordsman's eyes narrowed, and an even more powerful true energy erupted from his body. His entire body was burning, and the black and white sword qi poured out from the two swords.
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