Chapter 2395 The life of a swordsman

The top of Qishan Mountain.

The Nine Infant Demon Emperor died in battle, and Tantai Jingyue appeared later.

The war is about to begin, and the wind is roaring.

"Goddess, does the battle between you and me have to happen now?"

Li Ziye looked at the woman in front of him and said sternly, "We can work together to kill this old fox first, and we won't be too late."

"Need not."

Tantai Jingyue raised the Taichu Sword in her hand and said calmly, "The frustrated and mad emperor is no longer a threat to Mobei. On the contrary, it is Mr. Li who has always been a serious problem for me in the eight tribes of Mobei. This time Li The young master gave me such a great gift when I went to the Taixuan ruins, and I will repay it twice as much tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the true energy surged out from all over Tantai Jingyue. He had stayed in the mountains before, and it was a lie to wait, but it was true to regain his strength.

The opponent in front of her was extraordinary, how could she not fight with all her strength!

Li Ziye noticed the murderous intention in the mad woman in front of him, and his expression became serious.

He didn't want to face this crazy woman now, but now that things were going on, he had to fight her.

"Master Li, please!"

Tantai Jingyue said politely to show courtesy.

"please!"

Li Ziye returned the gift, but before he finished the word "please", the figure of the woman in front of him had disappeared, and the sword of Taichu was slashed in front of her.

The sword edge fell, and the afterimage disappeared immediately. How could the two people who were wary of each other be succeeded by such a simple sneak attack.

Ten steps away, Li Ziye's figure appeared and said with an indifferent expression, "Goddess, why are you so mean to friends?"

"Didn't I learn this from Mr. Li?"

Tantai Jingyue responded, jumped forward, and Taichu passed by, a piece of autumn water was brilliant.

Li Ziye's figure flashed past, avoiding the Taichu Sword, unwilling to touch its edge.

"The unwillingness to engage in a head-on battle shows that Mr. Li has not recovered his cultivation level, and the amount of energy in his body is simply not enough to compete with others." Tantai Jingyue saw the flaw of the person in front of her and said with a cold expression.

"Each each other."

Li Ziye said calmly, "The situation of the goddess doesn't seem to be much better. I have prepared enough trump cards for Fu Tianxi. Even if the goddess can get rid of his obstruction, she must have paid a heavy price."

"It does consume a lot of money, but killing Mr. Li is enough!"

Tantai Jingyue said coldly, stepped forward, swung his sword, and the sword energy came out.

Li Ziye stepped away from the former's attack. On the long sword in his hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to gather and compress rapidly.

With one sword strike, he counterattacked forcefully. The sword energy was as sharp as the moon.

Tantai Jingyue did not dodge or evade, and swung his sword to forcefully disperse the sword energy that came through the air. His figure swept out and quickly bullied him.

The sword fell, followed by a heavy palm.

Li Ziye avoided the Taichu Sword's attack, placed his left hand against his arm, and took advantage of the situation to release the force from his palm. As he tossed and turned, he fully displayed his exquisite martial arts.

The two people who were destined to be unable to coexist finally had a one-on-one duel at the top of Qishan Mountain tonight.

The two of them struck with no mercy, their swords and palms intertwined, the Immortal Monument disappeared and appeared, and the battle became intense at the beginning.

"Xuan Tian Feng Lei, Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

The long swords collided, and under the impact of power, Li Ziye's figure slid out more than ten steps, and quickly formed a seal with his left hand. Suddenly, thunder exploded in the sky, and eight dragons rushed out from the sea of ​​thunder, rushing towards the woman in front of him.

"The secret of longevity, darkness and light!"

The eight dragons are close, Tantai Jingyue turns his palms to raise his energy, the dim light rises, absorbs the eight dragons into the abyss, and swallows the power of thunder.

The eight dragons disappeared, and in front of them, a white-haired figure passed by at the same time, stabbing his heart with a sword.

Tantai Jingyue turned sideways, and the Taichu Sword in his hand slashed diagonally.

"Bah."

The clothes are torn and the white hair is falling.

Tantai Jingyue's clothes ripped apart at the left shoulder, and beside Li Ziye's ear, a strand of white hair flew to the ground.

Danger after danger, both of them were almost seriously injured at the same time.

Both of them were no longer in peak condition, but their combat prowess was still astonishing. Their understanding of martial arts and strength had reached a level that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Just as the fateful two were fighting to the death, not far away, the master-disciple battle between Mu Bai and Sanchijian was also intensifying.

Facing his mentor, Mu Bai used his sword to deal with it. Even though he was a member of the royal family's magical power of subduing the country, he never used half a move.

Sanchijian sensed the determination in the heart of the Fourth Highness in front of him, so he stopped saying a word and struck without mercy. As his mentor, he verified his disciple's swordsmanship for the last time.

The two swords, as fast as meteors, kept clashing under the moonlight. One sword was faster than the other, and the swords showed no mercy.

"One sword, Feihong!"

After dozens of exchanges of moves, the swords in both men's hands changed simultaneously. Then, the figure swept out and the sword pierced through the air.

"Keng!"

The two swords were executed with incomparable precision, the sword tips collided, the air surged, and a waterfall of dust and sand rolled up, reverberating around the two of them.

"Click."

Under the violent impact, cracks appeared in the long sword in Sanchijian's hand and spread rapidly.

Sanchijian felt it, but his expression did not change at all. He stared at His Highness the Fourth Prince, who was already on an equal footing with him, and his eyes were filled with relief.

Although he failed in his life, the disciples he taught were so outstanding.

Worth it!

After a brief thought, he struck the disciple in front of him with a three-foot sword, pointed at the sword, and released all his sword intent.

In an instant, the powerful sword energy soared into the sky, and the pride of the sword immortal in the world blossomed to its fullest at this moment.

On the opposite side, Mu Bai saw this and also crossed the Long Yuan Sword, and pointed across the sword's edge, urging his sword intent to the limit.

Under the night, two powerful sword intents soared into the sky, reflecting the cold moon, making them extremely splendid.

The next moment, the two figures moved together, and their swords clashed.

Under the impact of the powerful sword intention, the long sword in the hand of the three-foot sword was broken with a sound, and the broken sword flew down and was inserted into the ground.

"Uh!"

Long Yuan cut off his opponent's long sword, but it was too late to pull back, and it penetrated directly into the latter's chest.

A splash of blood filled the world with mist.

Sanchijian looked at Long Yuanjian who penetrated his chest. Not only was there no sadness on his face, but there was a hint of relief on his face.

This result may be the best.

The heart vessels were destroyed, the vitality gradually disappeared, and the three-foot sword body fell weakly.

Mu Bai quickly stepped forward and supported the former.

"Four... Your Highness."

Sanchijian looked at the disciple in front of him, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm tone, "You have surpassed me. You should not be afraid of the path of a swordsman. I have too many regrets in my life, but with a disciple like His Highness, God is not too kind to me."

At the end of his words, Sanchijian's body shook violently and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Bai's eyes flashed with sadness, and he clenched his hands tightly. At this moment, he no longer knew what to say.

"It's enough, it's really enough."

When he was dying, Sanchijian looked at the night sky, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and murmured, "I hope that your highness' life will be safe and smooth from now on, without any disasters."

"Master!"

Mu Bai's body trembled and he couldn't bear it anymore. Tears fell from his eyes and he called out.

With a shout of "Master," Sanchijian's gradually dwindling eyes seemed to have a glimmer of brilliance again, and a look of comfort appeared on his face. Then, his arms hung down feebly.

The life of a swordsman ends here.