"This... this is the real martial arts, is this... the real martial arts master?" "Sure enough, how can a man who can be called a sword god be so simple? This martial art is completely beyond my imagination!" "As soon as the sword is released, it is like a galaxy pouring out, and the sky is full of wind and thunder. This fight makes me wet!" "The front is fine, but the rear can't be seen clearly at all. Their speed is ridiculously fast!" "Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and the fourteen continents are cold with one sword, awesome!" "It's awesome, I admit it, I'm not educated upstairs, so I can only say awesome!" "Not only the fighting, but also the dialogue lines sound very hot!" "That's right, just this dialogue makes people feel a kind of pressure coming!" "I have to admire the planning of this game. There is no long talk, and a few simple sentences completely highlight the temperament of a peerless master!" "Ximen Chuuxue is so handsome, I declare that he will be my big brother from now on!"
"Fuck, all the fan circles are here?" In the live broadcast room of PDD, countless barrages floated by. The last one may not have been clearly seen, but it has already been squeezed out by the barrage behind it. Because of this fight, the popularity of PDD has directly exceeded 100 million! This fight between Ximen Chuuxue and Dugu Yihe once again revealed the tip of the iceberg of this mysterious and vast world of martial arts. It also showed all the audience what a real martial arts master looks like. Especially Ximen Chuuxue, with his independent temperament and lonely image of a swordsman, completely touched the fantasy of many people. This kind of personality charm is too rich, and it immediately attracted countless fans. Perhaps the audience was so excited that no one paid any attention to what PDD said, and they only cared about expressing their feelings on the bullet screen. PDD was a little depressed, so he had to turn his attention to the shocking battle in the center of Emei Jinding Square again. However, the confrontation between Ximen Chuuxue and Dugu Yihe has reached its most intense moment. The speed of the two of them was unprecedentedly fast, and they couldn't see their movements clearly at all, they could only vaguely catch the collision of sword qi. [You watched the match between peerless masters and realized a little bit, the proficiency of Jinding Nine Styles +50] A prompt pops up suddenly. "Can it still benefit?" PDD was overjoyed, if he practiced once to increase his proficiency, this would leave him fifty times of practice. "Let me just say, brothers, this game can't be so hardcore, there must be other ways to quickly increase proficiency, isn't this the way to find it?" But the joy of PDD did not last long. Because, the battle at the center...finally, the winner has been decided.
Ximen Chuuxue was still completely white and spotless. But the sword he had already held in his hand had been hung around his waist again at some point. Dark, long and narrow, ancient. A black sword, a white man. The two formed a sharp contrast, which highlighted his aloof and cold peerless temperament. On the other side, Dugu Yihe no longer had any smile on his wrinkled old face. His sword was still in his hand, not sheathed. "Junior Sister, take the scabbard." Dugu Yihe lightly kicked the scabbard at his feet. Immediately, the old scabbard with a little gossip embedded in it flew in the direction of Miejue Shitai. The old scabbard is the symbol of the head of the Emei School. Giving this scabbard to Miejue Shitai means... passing on the position of the head of the Emei Sect. "Brother Sect Master!" Miejue Shitai didn't pick up the scabbard, but couldn't help but whisper. "You have Yitian Sword, my old brother won't give it to you." As Dugu Yihe said, he looked down at the sword in his hand again. At this moment, his expression was very calm, neither unwilling nor angry. Looking up at Ximen Chuuxue again, a smile finally appeared on Dugu Yihe's face. "The Yangtze River pushed the waves forward. This river and lake is already dominated by young people..." When the voice fell. Dugu Yihe finally couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down directly. At this time, a thin bright red sword mark finally appeared on his neck. "Master!" Countless disciples exclaimed. There was hatred and fear in the eyes looking at Ximen Chuuxue. Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, nor paid attention to these different gazes, but turned around and walked down the mountain slowly. The pace is still very slow, but the speed is still very fast, just like when it came, full of weird contradictions. Miejue Shitai didn't pursue him, nor did he say anything about revenge.
But even the leader Dugu Yihe is no match, so who else in the Emei faction can challenge the Sword God? It's not that she regrets her life, but because without Dugu Yihe, she has to provoke the leader of the Emei Sect. Furthermore, this is an upright challenge and competition. A sword has no eyes, and its skills are not as good as people's. Retaliating afterwards is just a joke in the world. The huge Emei Golden Roof Square suddenly fell into silence. Even Saozhu, who likes to work hard, is completely silent at the moment. a long time. Dugu Yihe's body was taken away, and the disciples finally dispersed. PDD finally couldn't help but asked Zhou Zhiruo beside him: "Senior sister, don't we want to avenge the head?" Zhou Zhiruo shook her head slightly, and only asked softly: "The sword god is famous, why do you think the master accepted his challenge?" Sao Zhu shook his head slightly, his understanding of this world was still very shallow. "Because he is the head of Emei, for the prestige of Emei, he has to fight." Zhou Zhiruo continued: "Master will not take revenge, because the head is gone, but Emei is still there." Although it was still a little fuzzy, Sao Zhu already vaguely understood it. "Is this... the real rivers and lakes?" Even though he knew that he might die, he still had to fight. Even if he spared his life, he still couldn't take revenge. As soon as he entered the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help himself. (Thanks for the reward, the flower evaluation monthly ticket!)
