Chapter 289. The decisive battle

"It's still so terrible to see him again." One of the men in black said in a hoarse voice.

"Even if standing here so far away from him, it still makes me feel a palpitation. It's worthy of being the sword god." Another man in black said.

"The Wuji Emperor is also a legend standing at the peak. After all, he is the strongest emperor in the history since the Wuji Dynasty. Maybe we can find a breakthrough in this battle." The last man in black robe was full of expectation.

Ximen Fuxue floated quietly in the air with a long sword with a black scabbard in his arms, like long green silk scattered behind him. The white clothes are pure white without any flaws.

Emperor Wuji slowly turned around, stood with his hands behind his hands, and calmly looked at the myth in the sword in front of him, the man who defeated his grandfather.

There is no superfluous dialogue between them, and everything is in silence.

"Hey hey, I'll do something fun." A man in black robe smiled strangely, and splashes burst out of water in his hand, forming nine huge water mirrors and smashing them down.

"Are you looking for death? Stop it quickly. You dare to use water mirrors to engrave their battle pictures without their permission." Another man in black was shocked and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Ximen Fuxue seemed to notice the movement here and looked this way.

Suddenly, the faces of the three people in black robes turned green.

"It's over. What should I do? I'm dying." The three people are a generation of masters, at the ancestral level. At this moment, the same idea flashed tacitly.

Fortunately, Ximen just glanced at it and ignored it, which made the three people breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wow, I'm scared to death, you bastard, what kind of water mirror technique do you have to do?"

"Hey hey, isn't it boring?" The man in black smiled and said.

"If you make trouble again, you don't have to do it at Simon. The two of us will take you on the road." The last man in black said coldly.

Below, there are countless dense warriors. They don't have the strength to go to the sky, and naturally they can't see the battle at an altitude of 90,000 meters.

"Look, what is that!" Someone pointed to the sky and said in surprise.

I saw a huge water mirror falling from the sky and hanging in the sky not far from them. On it was Ximen Chuixue and the Wuxi Emperor!

Not only on the ground, but also a water mirror hanging on it at a height of 10,000 meters, so that everyone can see it.

In the picture, both of them did not move, and then closed their eyes one after another.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the situation suddenly changed.

"Woth!"

I saw that the two of them suddenly shot countless swordsmanships and danced in the air, but they were clearly separated from each other on their own master's side.

Next to Ximen Chuixue, there is a dense silver sword spirit, covering a radius of ten miles, shining with a sad light.

Next to the Wuji Emperor, there is a strong purple sword spirit, covering his surroundings and constantly spreading, and there is also a radius of ten miles!

The two sides remained silent and their eyes were slightly closed.

The next moment, the sword spirit trembled and burst out!

"Boom!"

Countless silver swordsmanship and purple swordsmanship collided with each other, bursting with dazzling light. Ye Fan and others only felt a tingling in their eyes and closed their eyes one after another.

The light illuminates the sky thousands of miles, and in the most central war zone, not to mention creatures, even the air is annihilated by the supreme sword spirit, leaving only a vacuum.

Fortunately, there are basically no creatures at such a high altitude.

The battle is not over, and there is still endless sword spirit on both sides, constantly joining the battle.

Swordsmanship against each other! The light shines!

Suddenly, a silver sword spirit and a purple sword spirit passed by respectively, strangely twisted the track, and shot towards the ground!

"Boom!"

I saw two more deep pits dozens of feet deep on the ground. Fortunately, there were no warriors because of the remoteness. Otherwise, looking at this power, it is estimated that it will be evaporated.

On both sides of the deep pit, they slowly surrounded the crowd and looked at the two deep pits with a shocked look.

"Is this the power of the strongest in the world?" Everyone's heart was extremely shocked, and they were in awe of the two people in heaven. In their eyes, the power of those two people was close to that of God.

The sword spirit was bombarded for five minutes before it slowly dissipated. It seemed that the two found that it was meaningless to go on like this.

The air quickly returned to the fighting area of the two again, making up for the vacuum area.

"You have become weak, Simon." There is a trace of regret in the tone of the emperor. I don't know what he is regretting.

Ximen Fuxue is still the indifferent expression.

"I have been closed for ten years, understand the true meaning of the imperial way, and integrate it into swordsmanship. I hope you won't let me down next." The light flashed in the hands of the Wuji Emperor, and there was an extra golden sword. There was no superfluous decoration, only pure gold.

Ximen was unmoved, still holding the black scabbard sword, his eyes were indifferent, and his black hair was windless.

"The first sword, the emperor of the world!" Wuji Emperor's body was full of purple gas, which was integrated into the golden sword, forming a purple-gold sword, hanging high above his head. Suddenly, purple gas appeared in all directions, turning into purple dragons from the edge of the sky and integrated into the purple sword.

"This is, the imperial dynasty is so lucky, so powerful that the four dynasties together can't compare with it." The three people in black robes look solemn. Although they all have their own sects, families and their own luck, compared with this, they are just a little witch, and they are almost defeated in a fight.

"Let's see how Ximen copes with it. After all, he is lonely, with no relatives or friends, only a sword. This kind of luck battle is too at a loss." The man in black continued.

During the conversation, the purple gold sword has been integrated into how much luck. Nine purple dragons appeared on the sword, representing the luck of the nine dragon, and nine, representing the extreme of luck.

The purple gold sword is no longer absorbed. The sword body stands, one sword turns into nine, and nine swords turn into dragons, blowing snow and shooting at the west gate!

Ximen Chuixue's expression was still indifferent and motionless, but a silver sword slowly floated out from the top of his head. At the same time, countless silver swords appeared all over his body and integrated into it. Then it was also divided into nine and shot towards Kowloon.

"Boom!"

When the two met, they were the most strong swords, which penetrated each other and ran towards them.

The emperor's face was indifferent, and he slowly stretched out his right hand. When the silver sword was about to penetrate his right hand, his strange gesture changed, grabbed the silver sword, and then crushed it into a silver light spot and floated away with the wind.

Ximen Fuxue is still as motionless as a mountain. Facing this Jiulong sword spirit, he does not make any resistance and let them penetrate his body.

There was an exclamation from the crowd. Many people didn't understand why Ximen Fuxue did not resist and wanted to give up resistance.

But they are so naive that how can mortals understand the idea of the sword god?

I saw that the Jiulong sword spirit broke into the body of Ximen. Except for the body of the sword body, other sword gas never came out. In contrast, Ximen did not frown. Obviously, this attack did no harm to him at all.

"It's worthy of being a sword god, directly immune to my Kowloon sword spirit." Wuxi Emperor looked a little solemn. Since he practiced his magical skills, he has never met a tricky opponent. No one who dares to fight against him can catch his sword.

"The second sword, the lonely emperor." Wuji Emperor's expression changed, and he looked a little gloomy. His eyes were slightly lonely. The purple sword with the lonely mood of the emperor, the long-term loneliness turned into a terrible artistic conception that affected everyone watching the battle.

Ye Fan, Feng Lao, the crowd below, a flower in front of him, saw a high mountain towering above the earth. A man in an imperial robe stood there quietly, looking into the distance, looking at him, there was a kind of magic that made people unconsciously submit to the feet of this great emperor.

Looking at the west gate blowing snow, it seems that you feel the loneliness and gloomy mood of this emperor. His eyes are also gloomy, and he sighs softly...

"Boom!"

An unprecedented feeling of loneliness surged into everyone's hearts. They only saw a man in white who was better than snow, holding a black scabbard sword, walking alone on this land for hundreds of years, defeating one famous master after another. The more he won, the more lonely he was. Until the end, he won the emperor of the infinite imperial dynasty. He became famous all over the world and achieved the position of a generation of sword gods, and that kind of loneliness suddenly reached the peak.

The mood of the two sides was hedged, just for a moment. The lonely mood of the emperor without the great emperor was immediately frustrated. Compared with the loneliness of the sword god for hundreds of years, everything was a floating cloud.

The Wuji Emperor slowly flowed a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth, and his mood was frustrated. He himself was also shocked, but he was not depressed and panicked, but with a strange smile.

"Loneliness, ruthlessness, strength, this is you. Yes, loneliness and ruthlessness are the root of your invincibility. If you are still the same as before, I am indeed not your opponent. Unfortunately, even people like you can't avoid vulgarity and fall in love." Wujidi shook his head, but suddenly there was one more person beside him.

It was a woman, dressed in a blue veil, her eyebrows were as if their eyes were clear, her facial features were exquisite, her skin was like fat, and her eyes looked at Ximen Fuxue gently.

"Qing!" Ximen's pupils dilated in an instant, as if he had seen something that shocked him.

"You think she's dead, right? It's a pity that she was really going to die, but I just saved her." The emperor said indifferently.

"Give her back to me." Ximen Chuixue's eyes were cold, and he said in a cold tone. The cold breath on his body burst out and raged wantonly.

Everyone only feels cold in their hearts, and a burst of fear permeates their hearts.

"Despicable." Ye Fan's eyes were cold. He hated people who threatened with other people's lovers and relatives. He didn't expect that Wuji Emperor was such a person, which made his heart full of disgust.

"How about giving it back to you?" The Wuji Emperor's mouth turned up, and he threw her to Ximen Chuixue like this.

"Is he stupid? He paid it back like this." The man in black was dumbfounded, and many people were also dumbfounded, and Ye Fan was also confused. I didn't see Ximen Chuixue's nervous appearance. This is the first time they have seen that Sword God also has such a look. It can be seen how important this woman is to Ximen.

"Go back and leave it to me here." Ximen Chuixue took her and said lightly.

"I can't go back. He is banned on me. As long as I leave him for a distance, I will explode and die." The woman in blue shook her head and said.

"I'll kill him." Ximen Chuixue didn't ask why and how to solve it, leaving only a simple and rude sentence.

"Yes, as long as you kill me, her ban will be lifted. Come on, Ximen Chuixue! It's just that you are no longer ruthless, will you still be so powerful? Wuji Emperor waved his hand and said to the world.

Even if you use tricks, you are still using yangmou. This is the emperor!