Chapter 290. The decisive battle

Ximen Chuixue, no great emperor, represents the peak force of the world. Their rise is to step on the lives of countless masters, and there are countless stories behind everyone.

The supreme emperor is the emperor himself. He has the best cultivation resources in the world, the skills that have been passed down from countless generations, and the sects that have been conquered by the imperial dynasty. He also has a real imperial heart. For his imperial way, in order to realize the ambition of the emperors of all generations to unify the world, he will do whatever he can. .

Ximen blowing snow, the myth in the sword, his sword is cold and ruthless, just like others, practicing ruthless kendo, his life is only a sword, never a defeat in his life, lonely, ruthless, so strong.

At this moment, the beauty in blue seems to have an inexplicable relationship with Ximen. She is a very important person to Ximen.

"You are sure to lose, the third sword, under the world, is it Wang Tu?" The Wuji Emperor's face turned cold, and the purple gold sword drew its light. The sword was full of power and dense in the sky, forming a huge golden net, covering the head of the west gate blowing snow.

Ximen still has an indifferent expression, blocking in front of the beautiful woman in blue, with the middle finger of her right index finger together and pointing to the sky.

"Boom!"

A thick silver sword gas burst out from the fingertips, and in an instant, a huge dark crack was drawn and stabbed towards the golden net.

"Sneer."

The sword spirit cut the golden net and made a harsh sound. The two were deadlocked for only a while, and the sword spirit flew against the golden net to the infinitely high place.

From a distance, it looks like a brilliant silver pillar of light rising to the sky.

"The fourth sword, royal ruthless."

"The fifth sword, the emperor is invincible."

The purple spirit on the Wuji Emperor's body is vast, and the more powerful he fights, the stronger he is. Two swords in a row, combined into a huge and unparalleled purple gold sword, pressing forward.

Ximen Chuixue was silent for a moment and said for the first time, "Kill the sword!"

A terrible murderous atmosphere emanates from the west gate blowing snow, covering the sky and the earth. Even people on the ground can feel a suffocating smell of killing.

The silver sword light around Ximen Fuxue suddenly turned red, and the speed accelerated, running around, drawing countless dark space cracks.

Ye Fan looked at it from afar and couldn't help but have a feeling of awe in his heart. So far, he has not seen Ximen blowing out his sword. He pointed casually, which is killing sword spirit, shaking the sky and the earth, omnipotent. The ultimate of the swordsman is to turn his own body into an invincible sword, breaking the sky and the earth, and omnipotent.

The fierce battle between the two is fierce, and it seems that it is just shining. In fact, each sword spirit of the two can tear the body of any martial artist who steps on the sky, and only in such a high sky will not cause much damage.

"Very good, even if you are like this, you are still so powerful, then let you see the inheritance of the royal family, the sixth sword, the third emperor!" The virtual shadow behind the Wuji Emperor flashed, and three humanoid virtual shadows appeared. One of them, the head of the snake, held a sharp sword, and the other, also the head of the snake, holding a crutch, and the last one, looked like an old man, holding a big tripod.

At this moment, in the human world, Fuxi, who was at the endless peak, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at a large plane below, and waved his right hand gently towards the air. A scene appeared in the air, which was the decisive battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and the Wuji Emperor.

The more Fuxi looks, the thicker his eyes are, and there is an unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

"Supreme capital, hope!" He couldn't help saying this.

And when the Wuxi Emperor used this move, Ximen Fuxue's face also showed a solemn color.

"The Three Emperors of the Ancients..."

Ximen looked at the black scabbard sword in his arms, slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the color of struggle flashed on his face.

"What's the matter? Draw the sword. Is it that you can't pull it out?" The infinite emperor said indifferently, and the virtual shadow of the three emperors behind him shrouded the sky, and the endless pressure swept around.

Ximen was silent, and the woman in blue behind him had pain in her eyes.

Ye Fan has tried his best to resist the terrible pressure at this moment, and there is already a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Little guy, it's better not to work too hard." An old voice came from not far away, and a halo floated from the distance and shrouded Ye Fan. Suddenly, the sense of pressure on his body decreased a lot.

"Thank you, senior." Ye Fan said gratefully.

"You're welcome. Take a good look. It's good for you." The old voice continued.

In the distance, one of the three people in black looked at Ye Fan with a smile, and the other two showed no concern.

"It is said that all the people who have seen Ximen blowing snow and drawing the sword are dead. It is said that no one can catch the power of your sword. How lonely it is. And look at you now, with useless feelings, how can you pull out your sword and walk ruthless kendo, and you can't pass the level of love. The original Ximen has died, and now what is left is only a waste that is deeply immersed in emotions. The Wuji Emperor continued to say indifferently.

The great emperor moved and blew the snow towards the west gate step by step. Every step, the virtual shadow of the three emperors behind him was more solid. When the west gate blew the snow ten meters in front of him, the virtual shadow was even more like substance.

"Heavenly Sword!"

Ximen's hair blowing snow is windless and automatic, and a huge shadow of the long sword appears behind him. At the same time, in the higher sky, countless silver light spots fall, covering the shadow of the sword, making it more solid.

Looking at all this, the emperor was not moved, but a sudden movement in the virtual shadow of the three emperors behind him was the virtual shadow of the man with a sharp sword.

He slowly walked to the supreme emperor, and the sharp sword in his hand pointed, which made people break his glasses.

The huge sword shadow behind Ximen actually collapsed like this!

"Puff." Ximen blew out a mouthful of blood.

"Simon!" The woman in blue hugged Ximen with tears in her eyes and wiped the marks on the corners of his mouth.

"I said, now you are vulnerable." The indifferent voice of the Wuji Emperor came.

At the moment when Ximen spit blood, the hearts of countless swordsmen were broken, and the myth was broken in the invincible sword in their hearts.

"How can it be like this? Why is the sword god so weak?" Someone hugged his head in pain and said.

"It's not that the Sword God is too weak, but that the Wuji Emperor is too strong." Some people also say so.

......

The three men in black were silent, looking at Ximen Chuixue with a trace of regret.

"The sword god is useless. It's not just the shadow of the long sword that collapses, but his kendo."

Ye Fan looked at Ximen and the woman in blue, and a trace of unbearance flashed in his heart. He knew that the end of failure was the death of these two people, but... It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, he thought so.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes were dim, and he looked at the black scabbard sword and the woman in his arms, revealing a trace of pain.

"It's all my fault." The woman in blue said with tears.

"Qing, this is my choice." Simon said lightly. In the face of a desperate situation, he had no joy or sadness in his heart.

As a top swordsman, it is also a happy thing to die in the hands of another top swordsman.

Everyone looked at this pair of people with regret, and the myth of a generation is coming to an end.

The woman in blue looked at Ximen's resolute face gently, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Puff."

Her expression suddenly withered and fell softly into Ximen's arms.

"What are you doing!" Ximen dilated his pupils and looked at the woman in his arms in shock.

"I know... It's all me... It hinders you... You are the most powerful swordsman... And I'm just a trivial woman... I knew from the beginning... You are a swordsman born for the sword... You should only have a sword in your life..." The woman in blue slowly flowed blood from her mouth and flowed on the scabbard.

Ximen just looked at her in pain, and sometimes a trace of silver flashed in his eyes, and sometimes he regained the Qingming.

"Forget me... Reaching your peak... You are invincible... Sword God!" The woman in blue looked at Ximen Chuixue with the last gentle eyes and lay in Ximen's arms with her eyes closed.

Blood was constantly immersed in the scabbard, stained with Ximen's white clothes as white as snow.

There was more and more silver in his eyes, and finally occupied his whole pupil.

The indifference returned to his face, and a frightening coldness overflowed the air again.

He slowly put down the woman in his arms, pushed her behind him, and suspended her in the air.

And during the whole process, the Wuxi Emperor just watched and did not take action. He had his pride. For a dying person, he disdained to sneak attack.

"He's back." There was a trembling in the voice of the man in black.

As soon as the voice fell, two silver sword shadows appeared in Ximen's cold silver eyes. He slowly held the hilt of the sword. At this moment, it seemed that you saw not a person, but a huge silver sword standing in the universe across countless planes.

Everyone saw the silver giant sword across countless planes across the universe, the silver giant sword with a ruthless cold atmosphere, the desire for the opponent's blood in the cold depths, and the invincible loneliness in the deepest.

There is a kind of person who is close to the realm of God. Because he is ruthless.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see. Because people who have been lucky enough to see it with their own eyes have been put into the earth.

There is a kind of loneliness that is indescribable. Because it comes from the depths of the soul.

For Ximen Fuxue, he is only alive when he kills people.

And every time after the sword comes out, a string of blood flowers slip on the front of the sword. He is not happy to win, but more lonely.

"Are you back? Then let me see the legendary strongest swordsman, the man closest to God, come on!" For the first time, the Wuji Emperor showed a fanatical look in his eyes, with the virtual shadow of the three emperors behind him, holding a purple gold sword, and the human sword combined, stabbing towards the west gate.

Like the dazzling meteor in the sky, blooming in the world with the most brilliant light in life.

Facing this divine sword, Ximen Fuxue still has that cold expression, standing upright, white like snow.

"Half a sword to the east, half a sword to the west."

"Yin!"

The long sword came out of its sheath, with the sound of a sword ringing through countless planes, with the deepest loneliness of the soul.

There is only a silver light in the world.

Because silver represents ruthlessness.