Gui Hai Yi Dao just stood there.
The rising aura quickly returned to its peak.
Even.
He was surpassing the peak.
Ding Peng was overjoyed.
He had waited for so many years, and this was the day he wanted.
He had been to Shenjian Villa and had met Xie Xiaofeng.
After talking for three days and three nights, he went down the mountain.
He had also been to the Yan family and challenged Yan Shisan.
But Yan Shisan refused.
That time they drank, confirmed, and talked.
Ding Peng also knew who saved Yan Shisan from the duel with Xie Xiaofeng at the last moment.
"The seven-style divine sword in the legend of the world, at most only five swords have been seen so far."
"I hope I can see the last sword."
Ding Peng was looking forward to it.
There are many top-level inheritances in Huashan.
But there are only two that are truly top-notch:
Yangwu Swordsmanship and Seven Styles of Cutting the Sun.
The Jianghu doesn’t even know the name of Seven Styles of Cutting the Sun, they only know it is the Seven Styles of Divine Sword, or Divine Sword.
So far.
Whether it is Ah Fei or Gui Hai Yi Dao.
At most, they can perform five of them.
Their opponents can no longer hold on.
"You are qualified…"
Gui Hai Yi Dao’s spirit and sword intention fit perfectly together.
Everyone looked sideways.
Even their breathing stopped.
Lv Fengxian and others looked at all this with great envy.
This is the realm they dream of.
And two people in front of them have reached it at the same time.
"Please…"
Ding Peng’s crescent-shaped scimitar shines with unparalleled light.
This light is round.
It is also dazzling.
It is like a long rainbow, breaking and killing in an instant.
Gui Hai Yi Dao also drew his sword.
This sword energy is extremely terrifying.
Its power is connected to the body, without any leakage.
The ultimate sword energy.
The ultimate concentration.
Also the ultimate destruction.
Dang!
The extremely sharp collision sound formed a violent gust of wind that swept away.
Everyone’s eardrums hurt.
Fortunately, everyone is a master.
If Ding Peng’s wife Ren Qingqing was here, her eardrums would probably have ruptured by now.
Ding Peng was horrified.
Because his crescent scimitar was swept away.
His cultivation and swordsmanship, which he was proud of, were slightly inferior to Gui Hai Yi Dao.
You should know that his power was instilled.
He encountered the Demon Cult by chance that year.
He got a great opportunity.
Although he became a pawn of the Demon Cult to cause chaos in the Central Plains, he also inherited the Crescent Moon Scimitar and was instilled with the power of the Jade Moving Divine Art.
These two incomparable great opportunities were his biggest reliance for sweeping across the Central Plains a few years ago.
"It turned out to be the Divine Sword Slash!"
"No, it’s not a pure divine sword slash…"
A Fei and Linghu Chong understood it in an instant.
It turns out that the disciple of the Crescent Moon Scimitar is Bai Xiaolou’s divine sword slash.
But after the integration and deduction of the elders and leaders of the Rakshasa Demon Sect, it finally became more twisted and more extreme.
Especially with the Crescent Moon Scimitar.
The power it burst out was more terrifying than Bai Xiaolou’s peak back then.
Dang!
The second sword was completed.
Ding Peng defended it, and at the same time, he swung an incomparable full moon on the ground.
Then the surrounding space began to distort along the Crescent Moon Scimitar.
Because this is the ultimate power.
The sound of breaking through the air like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The full moon sword light that tore through everything.
The rocks that had never decayed or broken for millions of years began to show faint cracks because they could not withstand such power.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Everyone…
Even masters of Lu Fengxian and Lu Xiaofeng were shocked and felt despair.
But just when everyone thought that even if Gui Haiyidao could take this sword, he would have to pay a lot of price, a loud noise like thousands of horses galloping exploded.
Followed by a flash of dark and heavy sword light.
This black scene seemed to suddenly take away the light of heaven and earth.
He swallowed up all the light within ten feet. (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
The sweat-blooded sword and the crescent-moon scimitar collided.
No sound.
No shock.
It seemed that all the power was perfectly melted away.
Faced with this extremely strange scene, the crescent-moon scimitar suddenly lit up,
like a big sun.
It rose up like this.
It illuminated the top of Mount Hua.
It also drove away all the black light.
And the aura of Gui Hai Yi Dao was weakened countless times, as if he would die in the next moment.
"Swordsmanship fight!"
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"Eighth level of spiritual competition!"
A Fei was moved.
Linghu Chong showed a drop of cold sweat. []
The competition reached this level, which was beyond their expectations.
And this was also the limit of A Fei’s endurance.
They never thought that these two people were so crazy.
There was an incomparable spiritual confrontation in the life-and-death duel.
The battle was not over.
It could even be said to have entered another stage.
The blood-sweating sword came again.
It pulled out a terrifying residual force like the tail flame of a meteor.
This knife is pale.
It is also heartless and ruthless.
It represents endless death and complete despair.
Having reached the pinnacle of his life, he also swung the most pinnacle of his life.
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This knife light is alsoFilled with ruthlessness, despair and death.
The eyes that were so cold that they were emotionless shot out a piercing divine light.
Suddenly.
The power tilted.
Gui Hai Yidao’s swordsmanship twisted without warning.
Ding Peng’s crescent-shaped scimitar and the terrifying death sword intent were also affected.
The rock that had already cracked was hit again.
A hideous knife mark was cut by the tilted crescent-shaped scimitar.
The knife mark was very long.
At least three feet long.
It was also very deep.
At least more than two feet.
It was able to almost cut such a rock.
This is not something that mortals can achieve.
You have to know that this is a giant rock on the top of Huashan Mountain, and its solidity is far beyond imagination.
If it were a man-made building.
Even if it was a building like the first floor that was a collection of human wisdom.
I’m afraid it would be cut in half by such a knife.
Ding Peng was tired.
There were bloodshot eyes.
But his crescent-shaped scimitar was even colder.
A cold arc slashed over.
This knife was indescribably wonderful. One more point would have seemed cumbersome, and one less point would have seemed floating.
Everyone felt extremely uncomfortable watching it.
Because such a knife technique should not exist in the human world.
Because mortals cannot do it so perfectly.
The crescent-shaped scimitar at this moment.
Represents a kind of perfection.
The perfection of the waning moon.
The perfection of the knife technique.
It was like another version of the Fairy from the Sky. .
