Chapter 411 Taixu Millennium

"Kill!! I just want to kill you! Just kill you! Kill you, Li Feichen!!" Feichen smiled ferociously, and the black sword weapon also burst out a strange light that devours heaven and earth, covering the light of more than a hundred miles.

"Aren't I just you? If you kill me, you kill yourself. It's meaningless. Li Feichen shook his head and flashed behind his back. He easily dodged the sword that stabbed him, but the lonely look became stronger and stronger.

"You are not me! I am me!" Feichen gritted his teeth and fell into a madness. The fierceness behind him was getting heavier and heavier, covering only a few dozen miles of the place, as if the night was about to cover the clouds.

"I am the knot in your heart, I am you, you are me, there is no difference." Li Feichen looked at the scene around him with a wry smile, and the sword in his hand was shining. Under his best shaking, the sword debris was shaken away, and another sword was exposed!

This sword is also four feet, but the three inches wide is changed back to two inches, removing the glitz and clean. The breath of it is soaring.

"Sure enough, hahaha! You are a demon! It's my heart! Do you want to kill me now? Feichen laughed loudly and desperately attacked Li Feichen with a black sword. However, the other party was more determined and tenacious in addition to his expression.

Crazy Feichen and the tough Li Feichen fought with each other, but Li Feichen still did not shoot a sword and resisted it out of thin air until he was tired, slapping Feichen's sword...

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Time is like running water. In this strange world, a white horse slips away quietly for a hundred years... In the sky, the black light is obvious and the white light is dim.

"I once promised to fight one day, but after a hundred years, will you continue to fight? The darkness in your heart can't defeat the clarity in my heart, and you can never beat me. Li Feichen smiled slightly, and that kind of persistence and patience had already become a habit.

"Who knows when you will lose? As long as I kill you, I can get out of here!" Feichen sneered, and the sword in his hand pointed straight at the other party, and the black light gathered towards the tip of the sword, as if it condensed a blow to break the time and space!

"The human nature is good. The violence when you first came has disappeared. Didn't you find it?" The soft swing of the white sword in Li Feichen's hand, every swing, is like a flowing water swimming, which hinders the black light in an instant.

"Humph!" Feichen snorted coldly, and the sword broke out, and the two swords were handed over, blowing up the lake into pieces of water. However, Li Feichen's sword was faster. In an instant, he patted the black sword, and Feichen was defeated again...

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There is no spring, summer, autumn and winter, only the night covers the sky, and the white light is competing for glory. Five hundred years have passed... The animals have been used to the fight between the two, and they are no longer too lazy to hide. They are no longer too lazy to pay attention to it. They lie on the ground and fall asleep leisurely. There are even many birds and beasts, close to the place where the two are fighting, drinking water and playing. Even if the body was wet by the water splashed after the explosion, I didn't care.

"You have been defeated countless times and have tried everything to get out. I have to admit that you are an amazing person. Some tricks even take only a few days to create another trick, but if you want to go out, don't you think it's impossible?" Li Feichen smiled and stood on the lake like a prince with a sword in his hand.

"I still firmly believe that I can get out if I kill you." Feichen looked at the sky, and the sharpness in his eyes was no longer as fierce as 500 years ago. What was left was like a kind of old spicy, which could see through everything.

"You have broken through the early stage of immortals in five hundred years, which can be called the most amazing person in the world, but you don't find that no matter what kind of swordsmanship you practice, no matter how unfathomable and exquisite you are, you have not killed me. On the contrary, every time you lose, is the day getting brighter and brighter?" Li Feichen also looked at the sky. At this time, half of the black sky had been dyed white, as if competing with the black night.

"There's no need to talk nonsense. Come on, I'll beat you today!" Feichen laughed, and the purple sword in his hand turned into tens of millions, which only covered the sky. With such momentum, even the sky, I'm afraid it will be split into two.

But only for a while, Feichen's sword was inserted on the ground, and he stood in the air in a daze. There is a great spirit of war, but it is always defeated...

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In a flash of thousands of years, the years slipped away in the fingers. Feichen's face was resolute. In addition to the purple light, the scar has become only the size of an embroidered needle, and it is not as ferocious as scratched to the chin in those years.

And the sky has become that day and night coexist and reflect each other, and there is no comparison he had when he first entered here.

"The sky and the sky have been peaceful. Let's stop. Your strength has reached the state of transformation, and our battle has gradually become extremely long, and we can't even tell the winner for a month. If I remember correctly, this is already the 81st day of this battle." Li Feichen smiled calmly and peacefully, which was no less than a thousand years ago, but the white robe had been dyed dark, and even many places had been cut into forks by the sword.

"The black sword has become a purple sword, and the purple sword has become a white sword. Has it changed? Maybe." Feichen said calmly, and his eyes were deep and bright. That temperament was no longer as sharp as before, but suddenly like Li Feichen. His black Taoist robe was also full of scars, which sounded like the fierceness of the battle.

"Is it important to kill me? Is hatred also important? Li Feichen carried his sword behind his back, and his fighting spirit became bleak.

"Whate you or not, in fact, it doesn't matter 800 years after I came in. Fighting with you is more like a habit, a habit of pursuing a balance of mood." Feichen touched the white sword with his finger and flicked it gently. This sword weapon was already extremely sharp. In a thousand years, the battle has catalyzed this sword that had not been forged to be more sharp. The blade of the sword, which was already ingenious and even clumsy, was like a sword that had just come out of its scabbard, with sharp light lingering and urging.

"Ha ha, you have realized that I looked down on you. In the past two hundred years, you have been more like a penance genius. The fine light flashed in Li Feichen's eyes, and the four-foot sword in his hand shook from the snow sword to the ice sword, which was crystal clear and sharp as Feichen's transparent white sword. After the sword was catalyzed, he pointed to Feichen and smiled, "Now that you have realized it, come on, let's fight last time, and I won't let you again."

"Me, too." The white light of the long sword in Feichen's hand flashed, and it also changed into a transparent sword. This sword penetrates light and reflects the space in holiness.