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Chapter 183 Ximen Chuixue VS Xin Yuanchen

Xin Yuanchen's eyes moved away from Ximen Chuuxue, and slowly passed everyone around Zheng Ming.

"Little emperor, it seems that you have hidden a lot of strength."

He was talking about Six Sword Slaves.

Zheng Ming sat on Long Yu, looked down at him, and said, "Little Emperor! I really don't like this title."

"Really? Compared with the old man, you can only be called a small character, even your father is the same." Xin Yuanchen actually relied on the old to sell the old.

Zheng Ming's expression turned cold, and he said, "When you die, I believe no one will dare to call me that again."

"That's not necessarily true." Xin Yuanchen said.

Zheng Ming raised his head, looked at the majestic Bailian City, and said softly: "I will sit here and watch the destruction of this city, and the destruction of the Bailian Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Do you know why I came here in person?"

Xin Yuanchen frowned slightly, he felt that Zheng Ming was a little too confident.

Do you really think that a few more masters will be able to dominate their Bailianzong?

"You want to prove that you are stronger than your father!"

Zheng Ming shook his head, and said: "I don't need to compare with my father, and naturally I don't need to prove it."

suddenly.

A smile spread across his face.

"I just want to see how much wealth your Bailianzong has. It has been passed down for thousands of years, so you must have accumulated a lot of wealth."

Is Bailianzong rich?

That is absolute.

Dali has to offer them [-]% of the tax revenue every year, it would be strange if they have no money.

Support one family with the power of one country.

Bailianzong is much richer than the royal family.

Liwei, ransacked the house.

These two are the purpose of Zheng Ming's coming here.

"If you want to see it, the old man can take you there, but you need to join Bailianzong." Xin Yuanchen sneered.

Zheng Ming spread his hands and leaned on the soft backrest.

"You don't need to bring it, I can go by myself."

"Under the whole world, is it the king's land, and the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers. This is my country from now on, and I can see it whenever I want."

Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an icy chill.

"Little Emperor, you are very confident and courageous, haha."

"Of course." Zheng Ming said.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense with you, let's start."

"Ximen Sword God!"

Zheng Ming looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded slightly and stepped out of the queue.

Zheng Ming looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was dressed in white, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Ruxue's pale clothes, side face, and loneliness give people a feeling of independence in troubled times.

Knowing the alpine environment, I prefer the alpine environment.

This is his sword god, a person who only loves swords.

Ever since Ximen Chuuxue was summoned, Zheng Ming had been looking forward to seeing his demeanor in battle with his own eyes, and now he finally got his wish.

For this battle, Ximen Chuuxue prepared for a long time. He fasted for three days and bathed in incense.

It felt like he was going to do something very sacred next.

In his eyes, this kendo decisive battle is a very sacred thing.

"Your injury is healed?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at Xin Yuanchen and said.

"Okay!" Xin Yuanchen also looked at Ximen Chuixue and said.

"You are a real swordsman, what a pity~"

There was a bit of regret in his eyes.

It seemed that he had seen the failure of Ximen Chuuxue.

"You really want to fight?" Xin Yuanchen said again.

In fact, he didn't want to fight Ximen Chuuxue.

"En." Ximen Chuixue said.

"You may die." Xin Yuanchen said.

"There is no regret in dying." Ximen Chuixue said.

"Because of this little emperor?" Xin Yuanchen asked.

Ximen Chuuxue paused slightly.

"For the way of the sword."

Although he was loyal enough to Zheng Ming, this battle was only for his own way of swordsmanship.

Even if Zheng Ming wasn't here, he would still fight Xin Yuanchen.

Xin Yuanchen looked down at the Bailian Sword in his hand, and said, "Then let's use the sword."

"You want to experience the old man's swordsmanship, and the old man will help you."

He really felt sorry, sorry for Ximen Chuuxue.

He has lived for 300 years, and Ximen Chuuxue is the best swordsman he has ever seen, even better than himself.

But Ximen Chuuxue is too young. If Ximen Chuuxue is given another ten years, even he is far inferior to Ximen Chuuxue in the way of swordsmanship.

He recognized Ximen Chuuxue, so he felt sorry for Ximen Chuuxue.

Clang~~
The black scabbard sword was slowly drawn out, and the pale blade pointed at Xin Yuanchen.

With a dragon roar, the sword energy rushed into the sky.

The bright sunlight fell on Ximen Chuuxue's pale face.

"Please!"

He stared at Xin Yuanchen and said.

Sharp eyes looked at Xin Yuanchen's hands, face, eyes and the Bailian sword.

From behind, Zheng Ming, who was watching, couldn't help raising his spirits, sitting up straight, his eyes like torches.

"Old Heavenly Master, you have to keep an eye on Ximen Sword God, and don't let him die." He said softly.

"The way of the sword is dangerous, and I can't guarantee that it will be safe. I can only do my best." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zheng Ming nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Zheng Ziming and the others were all staring at Ximen Chuuxue's sword closely, and they also wanted to see what Ximen Chuuxue's kendo was like.

Last time, Ximen Chuuxue only slashed with a sword, and didn't give them a chance to observe at all. They didn't want to miss it again this time.

Under the bright sunlight, two swords had already stabbed out.

The sword qi was sharp and majestic, and Zheng Ming felt palpitations just from the aura that came out.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is like a wind, formless and erratic, it looks very random, but it is also full of incomprehensible magic.

Xin Yuanchen's sword is sharp, sharp and detached.

A radiant brilliance flashed on the blade of the sword, and the condensed sword's sharpness was revealed, as if it were a high-ranking god.

There seems to be a big difference between the two swordsmanship.

Hey~
A crisp sound.

The two swords collided, the sword body trembled, the surrounding air shook, and a sudden wind blew up.

suddenly.

The figures of the two separated again, and the sword was drawn again.

Zheng Ming lowered his head and asked softly, "Old Heavenly Master, what do you see?"

Ok.

Zheng Ming only felt that the swords of the two were very powerful, but he didn't know exactly how powerful they were.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword posture is very handsome, his white clothes are fluttering, and his sword is astonishing.

That's it.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and said blankly, "I don't know the way of swords either."

Zheng Ming said, he thought that the old heavenly master knew everything.Isn't it said that one method can master all methods?

While the two were talking, the battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Yuanchen became fierce.

The two seemed to have turned into afterimages, colliding again and again.

The sound of sword cries is endless.

Zheng Ming widened his eyes, trying to see the figures of the two of them clearly.

However, there is only a slice of sword energy in his eyes, and it is impossible to tell who released it.

Well, I came to see a lonely!
In fact, it's not just him, most of the people around can't see the mystery and danger clearly.

Maybe only Zhang Zhiwei can understand it.

Zhang Zhiwei doesn't know the way of swordsmanship, but he understands breath, momentum, and artistic conception changes.Naturally, they understood the battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Yuanchen.

No, it's hard to come to see the demeanor of the sword god once, and you can't even understand the specific battle process.

With a thought, Zheng Ming opened the system mall directly.

Skill: Heaven has eyes, allowing the host's gaze to penetrate the constraints of space and observe everything in the world.

The first floor has [-] luck points, and the second floor has [-] points, making a total of four floors.

Zheng Ming directly spent [-] luck points and exchanged them to the second floor.

next moment.

boom!
Zheng Ming felt a roar in his heart.

It was as if a thunderstorm appeared in his mind, followed by a refreshing drizzle, which made his mind sway.

Wonderful, wonderful feeling.

In an instant, the whole person was refreshed.

At the same time, there is light flowing in the eyes.

Mind fretting.

Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Yuanchen who were fighting appeared in his heart.

Very clear.

Not only is it clear, but also the movement of the air flow, the concentration of the sword's momentum, and even the hazy sword intent are clearly seen by him.

"God's perspective!"

The corners of Zheng Ming's mouth curled up slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Huangtian has eyes does not refer to the eyes, but the mind.

In fact, there are many strange skills in the system mall, but unfortunately Zheng Ming's luck value has been in short supply, so he only exchanged for the basics of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art and the Emperor's Power.

The duel continued.

The swords of the two became more and more urgent and sharper.

suddenly.

The two separated and returned to their original positions, as if they hadn't moved before.

"You are stronger than I imagined!" Xin Yuanchen looked at Ximen Chuuxue solemnly.

A blush appeared on Ximen Chuuxue's pale face.

He seems to be much worse than Xin Yuanchen.

"The last sword." Ximen Chuixue said.

Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at his long sword.

The temptation is over, is it time to fight to the death?
The sword is also the murder weapon.

A sword that does not kill is not a good sword, and a sword that does not kill is not a good swordsman.

Xin Yuanchen held the Bailian sword across his chest.

Victory or defeat depends on this sword, and life and death also depend on this sword.

At this time, the bright sunlight suddenly dimmed, not because of the clouds in the sky, but because of the two swords.

The brilliance gathered on the two blades, like two immortal swords.

Moved!

The sword moved.

Like Changhong.

There was cold sweat on Zheng Ming's forehead, and he could see clearly.

I saw the change of the sword, saw the concentration of the sword's momentum, and saw the swallowing and swallowing of the sword's intention.

He even felt that he saw Ximen Fuxue's sword heart.

The kind of lonely snow heart.

The two swords passed in an instant.

Zheng Ming's heart felt cold.

Ximen Chuuxue was defeated!

It was not defeated by the sword, but by time.

Xin Yuanchen has 300 years, but Ximen Chuuxue only has 40 years.

The accumulation of time allowed Xin Yuanchen to make up for the shortcomings of the sword in other aspects.

But Ximen Chuuxue only has the way of the sword.

The two were close at hand, Ximen Chuuxue's sword was a step slower, and when his sword was about to pierce Xin Yuanchen's throat, Xin Yuanchen's sword had already pierce into his chest.

"Huh~~~" Zheng Ming let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There was an extra figure in the field, none other than Zhang Zhiwei.

A ray of golden light bypassed Ximen Chuuxue's body and blocked Xin Yuanchen's sword tip.

Ximen Chuuxue retracted the long sword and inserted it into the black scabbard.

"Thank you, Heavenly Master."

Although he was determined to die for the way of the sword, it was a blessing to not die.

Zhang Zhiwei saved his life just now, and he deserved a thank you.

"Senior, thank you."

He took a step back, away from Xin Yuanchen's sword, and bowed to Xin Yuanchen.

This ceremony is the kendo demonstrated by Xie Xin Yuanchen.

However, Xin Yuanchen did not pay attention to him, and a pair of sharp eyes locked on Zhang Zhiwei.

At this time, he finally discovered the existence of Zhang Zhiwei.

A person he can't see through.

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