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38 The sword fight with Ximen Chuixue! Third

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Song Qingshu stepped on air and arrived. After sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he nodded at Qiao Feng. Then, he glanced at the Shaolin monks. He was well aware of this.

However, the main characters today were not the Shaolin monks.

"You're here."

"Yes, I'm here."

"I've waited for you for four years."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Ximen Chuixue and Song Qingshu's conversation was so simple, but two terrifying sword intents rose from their words!!

A cold, merciless, and icy sword intent of death shot into the sky. It was clearly early summer, but it made people feel as if they were in a world of ice and snow. The coldness was bone-piercing, and it was as if they were facing death. There was a sense of despair and suffocation.

At this moment, an ethereal, immortal, and absolute sword intent rose up. It was not unchanging, but ever-changing and boundless.

One moment, it was as brilliant as the might of the heavens, the next moment, it was as ethereal as an immortal, the next moment, it was cold and murderous, and the next moment, it was extremely domineering. However, it was still the same. Everyone could feel the core of this sword intent, and that was the cut!!

Interception, interception!

It was a sword intent that could cut off everything in the universe with a single sword!

The sword intent of the two of them erupted, instantly forcing the surrounding existences who were only at the Connate level to retreat dozens of steps before they heaved a sigh of relief.

Ximen Chuixue looked at Song Qingshu. His right hand was holding an ancient sword that was as black as ink. It shook slightly and let out a crisp and pleasant sound. His cold voice sounded,"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet seven inches long and its weight is seven catties and thirteen taels.”

"This sword is called the Qingyang Sword. It is a divine weapon. It can cut hair and iron like mud. The sword strikes like lightning. The blade is three feet eight inches long, in the shape of an octagonal prism, and weighs eight pounds eight taels.”Song Qingshu, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, pressed a hand on the hilt of his sword as he spoke indifferently.

Clang! Clang!

The two of them drew their swords at the same time.

A streak of black sword light silently shot out, as black as ink. It was like a sword from the netherworld, and it stabbed out with endless killing intent. Countless leaves fell, and before they could even reach the tip of the sword, they had already lost their vitality and color. Everything was heading towards death.

The Sword of Death.

Slaughter Sword.

In the face of the pitch-black sword light, a green sword light flashed like lightning. It was like a green dragon rising from the sea, brilliant and domineering. It was an extreme speed.

Ding!

The two swords collided.

A crisp sound rang out.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Song Qingshu's right hand shook slightly, and the Qingyang Sword suddenly trembled. Like a snake slithering and hissing, it stabbed out again.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes were filled with sword intent as he stabbed out with the black sword in his hand.

Only two sword lights were left on the summit of the forbidden city. The two sword lights were like shadows, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

Only the sound of collisions continued to ring out.

Streams of overflowing sword qi destroyed the mountain forest on the summit of the forbidden city. The ground was crisscrossed with sword marks, and flowers and trees were turned into powder by the storm of sword qi.

They couldn't see their figures clearly at all.

Only two sword lights could be seen.

Only those masters on the Grandmaster List could see how the two of them fought with their swords in a small space.

Every move and every sword was extremely dangerous.

Song Qingshu didn't use any other martial arts. Since this was a sword competition, he didn't want to take advantage of it.

He used the Twenty-four Forms of the Fighting Sword, the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God, the Soft Sword of the Winding Finger, the Wudang Taiyi Sword, and all kinds of other sword techniques.

Moreover, it was continuously fusing and turning into his own!

This wasn't the system's deduction and fusion. It was purely Song Qingshu's own accumulation. At the moment of the sword competition, he kept fusing, reducing complexity into simplicity, and making it his own.

Their swords became even simpler.

At this moment, their sword techniques were elevated.

Without those fancy things, the simpler it was, the more fatal it was.

Song Qingshu stomped on the ground. His body was like a drawn bow, his arms were like bowstrings, and his sword was like a sharp arrow. He thrust his sword forward.

It was a simple stance.

However, at this moment, it was really fast and urgent. In the green sword light that bloomed, traces of electric arcs flickered and crackled.

Some of the peerless experts who were watching the battle changed their expressions. They realized that they could not withstand this sword attack at all. There was only one outcome for them, and that was to die under the sword.

Not to mention them, even the grandmaster-level experts felt an extreme threat from this sword. It was a feeling called death.

Ximen Chuixue's expression did not change, but his eyes were filled with a burning light. He was sincere in his sword, and he did not fear death. Instead, at this moment, he seemed to have comprehended the true meaning of death.

For a moment, the light in his eyes became even more intense. At this moment, Ximen Chuixue's heart was completely empty. The sword in his hand let out a soft hum as he instantly raised his sword and stabbed out.

The sword emitted an aura of death.

Death.

Massacre.

But it was not evil.

Instead, it was like the ethics of the world, life and death, and the utmost sincerity in the sword!

A sword came from the west!

In the blink of an eye, death struck.

The speed of this sword attack broke all common sense and surpassed Ximen Chuixue's limits. This was his strongest sword attack, Sword From the West.

Clang!

The two swords clashed.

Sparks flew.

The two of them passed by each other.

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