"Let me try your swordsmanship to see if there is any deterioration. We haven't fought for many years." Hu Xiaotian held the killing sword in his hand, gently stroked the blade and said to Qiyun.

"Hmph, let me try your sword skills too. Is it still as bad as before?" Qiyun also took back the Qilin Sword, touched the blade of the sword and said to Hu Xiaotian.

At this moment, Qiyun and Hu Xiaotian seemed to have transformed into a swordsman and a swordsman, instead of being the leader of the clan.

Many people want to know the outcome of this decisive battle. The people watching now are not only the White Tiger clan, but also many other races. There are also many experts who are using their gods to check, such as Creation and Ancestral Dragon far away in the East China Sea.

Of course there are many more, so I won’t list them all.

Because their battle will definitely become the most thrilling decisive battle in history, bar none.

They haven't taken action yet, the swords are still in their hands, and the knives are also held in their hands. Neither of them is looking at each other, but instead they are looking at their own weapons.

But the murderous intention is already strong.

The two invisible murderous auras formed a force field that even the wind could not blow through.

When masters compete, one move often determines the outcome. They are masters, and they are extremely masters. They are masters who stand at the top of the ancient world. Their dignity does not allow them to make a second move.

That's why they don't take action easily, because once they take action, they must be sure to kill the other party, otherwise they will be killed.

When the sword is unsheathed, there will be blood. If the enemy is not destroyed, I will be destroyed. (It's a bit exaggerated, but that's pretty much it.)

The same goes for knives.

There is no third option.

This battle is bound to be earth-shattering. No one in heaven or on earth can stop this decisive battle. At this time, Di Jiang, who is sharing vision with Creation, also feels that even he cannot stop this battle and can only rely on themselves.

At this time, their decisive battle is no longer about glory and victory, let alone asking the other side to leave an explanation.

But for the moment of brilliance and glory when wielding the sharp blade in his hand.

At this moment, they were like two rocks. The people of the White Tiger clan and Qiyun's new mount who were watching the battle between the two felt this way. No one could feel any breath of life at all.

Lonely swordsmen and swordsmen, they have what others don't have, and similarly, they don't have what others have.

Loneliness is usually the most torturous.

Especially people like them who are in high positions and can't help themselves.

They are lonely, a loneliness that no one can understand.

They can't think of any other way to eliminate this loneliness except drawing their swords. Unfortunately, the opportunities for them to draw their swords are getting less and less.

But it's different now.

Everything now is like an arrow on a bow that has been tightened and may be shot at any time.

The swordsman's eyes are like a ball of fire, but the swordsman's eyes are as cold as ice.

Silence, suffocating silence.

They haven't moved yet, and their bodies seem to be stiff, as hard as rocks. But everyone can feel the terrifying power contained in these two bodies.

They still didn't take any action. No matter who could kill the other, the other would not feel any unwillingness or hatred, but only sympathy. No matter who was under the other's sharp blade, this was a kind of gratitude and honor to him.

The atmosphere was extremely weird.

Once everything reaches its extreme, it must break through——

The hilt of the sword has been grasped, and the hilt of the sword is already in the hand.

"One move, just one move, and you will be defeated." The two of them said this sentence at the same time.

"Humph, come on." Strangely, the same words came out of the two people's mouths again.

But the strange thing is that after the two of them finished saying this, they made no other moves.

Quiet, eerily quiet, so quiet that it's scary.

Swordsman, swordsman has been there for more than two hours, but the sword has not been unsheathed.

Di Jiang, who was anxiously preparing to watch a martial arts movie in the Ziwei Palace of the Sea of ​​Stars, cursed loudly.

Another two hours.

The swordsman couldn't hold his breath at first, "Why don't you draw your sword?"

The swordsman was indifferent, "The time has not come yet."

The swordsman said: "The time has not come yet?"

The swordsman said: "Well, it's almost over."

The swordsman is ready to attack, confident that he will win with his sword.

But seeing that the swordsman was calm and composed, he didn't dare to draw his sword rashly, let alone relax even a little bit.

The sun sets in the west. This is the first sunset in the prehistoric world. Of course, it will not be the last. There will be many times in the future. This is the first time that Di Jiang has controlled the movement laws of the stars after mastering the two stars of the moon and the sun.

As the sun set, the swordsman also noticed it, and he could no longer hold his breath: "You..."

After saying just one word, the swordsman suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light was like thunder and lightning. Before the swordsman could react, the sword light and the swordsman's shadow were gone before his eyes.

The swordsman felt empty and lost for a while, looked up at the sky, and murmured to himself: "I didn't expect such a result! I was defeated.

Just then he pulled out his sword and said, "It's okay if you don't want a sword like this."

"Yeah, the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Style." Just when Hu Xiaotian was injured and flew backwards, thinking in despair, Qiyun's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of black energy unnoticed by others.

"Qiyun, put down the sword in your hand." The White Tiger tribe saw this scene and quickly stepped forward to stop it, while Zulong and Fengtian, who were checking with their souls, were afraid of applauding.

Countless monks from the White Tiger clan rushed towards Qiyun.
Chapter completed!