Beitangjun was very calm. After standing still, he was neither shocked nor afraid nor sad nor happy. The wind raised his clothes and shook his sword, making him look more and more extraordinary.
The black iron sword was lying horizontally on his hands, and the black evil spirit slowly rushed out.
Bei Tangjun looked at Ye Junlin, and Ye Junlin also looked at Bei Tangjun. He just looked at each other and looked at each other speechlessly.
"Do you dare to fight my life and death with me happily?" Beitangjun's lips closed slightly, and a cold voice spread all over the world.
Ye Junlin refused to comment, but a blazing flame ignited on the Red Flame Sword.
The black mist slowly spread out like a black lotus, blooming with Beitangjun as the center. Ye Junlin still looked at it quietly, with no expression on his face.
Beitangjun closed his eyes, and the vast sword energy emanated from his body. It was like the cold wind in winter, cold and cold, and when it hit his body, it would have to rub a few bloody mouths.
Beitangxiong and Beitangjun stood on the city tower, like two huge pillars, supporting the huge Beiyang Dynasty. The two old men also watched quietly without any disturbance.
The black lotus bloomed completely, then slowly became smaller, and finally became the size of a round shield, and was raised in the hands of Beitang Jun.
"I have a shield that can block everything." Beitang Jun said.
A sneer appeared on Ye Junlin's mouth, and the expression on his face was a little joking.
Beitangjun slowly walked towards Ye Junlin with his sword in one hand and shield in the other.
The autumn wind gradually rises, blowing the yellow leaves all over the ground, and the solemn and murderous aura becomes much stronger.
Ye Junlin looked at Beitangjun who was getting closer and closer and took a hundred thousand cautions. The Red Flame Sword in his hand was crossed by him. He jumped up, and the Red Flame Sword passed through a long rainbow in the air.
Thunder rolled, and thousands of horses were silenced.
"I have a sword that can kill the yellow spring."
The Red Flame Sword slashed down heavily, and the red flame sword shadow ignited thousands of shattered lights.
Beitangjun raised the lotus round shield above his head and quietly waited for the red sword shadow to fall.
"Bang!"
The sword shadow hit the black lotus round shield, and Mars overflowed and roared.
The two bluestone slabs under Beitangjun's feet shattered on the spot, and about half of the pair of golden boots were trapped in the soil. Beitangjun's tiger's mouth was a little numb, but his body stood like a mountain, still standing still.
"I'll give you three tricks."
Beitangjun raised his head, and a little sarcasm appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face.
Ye Junlin was not proud of himself, he smiled softly and said, "Okay."
The young man's figure suddenly soared into the sky, and a sharp eagle cried out in the sky. Ye Junlin's body was like an eagle, thrown high into the sky, and then fell heavily.
The Red Flame Sword was as if it was united with him. In the air, a giant red sword stabbed straight down.
"A sword-like style, eagle strikes the sky!"
The tip of the sword touched the center of the black lotus round shield, and a huge roar burst out.
"boom!"
Thunder burst out from the flat ground, and within a range of 100 meters, huge shock waves scattered everywhere.
The gossip masses leaning against the front were instantly blown away by this shock wave, flying hundreds of meters before they fell heavily and vomited blood.
"My dear mother, I'm still in danger of life when watching a competition." Many onlookers lay on the ground and complained.
Half of Beitangjun's body was directly smashed into the soil, and the round shield was still black and shiny, intact.
Under the strong shock wave, Ye Junlin's body was shaken straight away. He rushed to the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, sand brushed across his face, and some small scars flowed.
Two people, one climbed up from the ground, and the other pulled out their legs from the soil.
A hundred meters apart, the eyes of the two people intersected again.
"The second move."
Beitangjun looked at Ye Junlin jokingly and said again.
Ye Junlin was a little confused, but an old man appeared in front of him. The old man had gray hair and smiled silly, with two front teeth blocking the wind between his mouth.
Ye Junlin suddenly laughed out loud, and the surging sword energy scattered around him like a huge tornado.
"What a powerful sword energy." On the city tower, Beido Xiong was slightly surprised, and Beido Hui nodded slightly.
In a big mansion, Wei Ye, who was splashing ink, put down the howl of the wolf in his hand and shook his head. His eyes looked towards the direction of the Empire Square and chuckled softly: "'Senior Jin', your sword will always remain in the hearts of every Beiyang person."
In Empire Square, the huge tornado aroused by the sword energy became more and more intense, and the sand and gravel blew up, fascinating the eyes of many people.
On the Red Flame Sword, the endless sword energy aroused a bright star, dazzling.
A sword shines on the nineteen states, and the qi soars into the sky and shoots the bullfighting.
Ye Junlin solemnly swung the three swords at Beitangjun.
"Rolling the dragon wall with one sword."
"Two swords are shining together."
"The sword energy weighs three pounds."
The three swords are like sharp blades that cut the world, shaking the sky and the earth in an instant, destroying mountains and shaking the mountains.
Beitangjun's calm face finally showed a look of attention. The black lotus round shield in his hand was also getting more compact.
Three swords are like a mountain, and three swords are like a sea.
It hit the black lotus round shield, and the roar was like a mountain collapse and the earth was broken. The sword energy was like a surging huge wave, bombarding the black lotus round shield one after another.
I don’t know how long it took, nor did I know how many waves of sword energy washed away.
With a crisp sound, the originally indestructible black lotus round shield suddenly cracked a small gap, and then it collapsed like a long dike that broke through the river.
The black lotus round shield was stirred into black fragments by endless sword energy. Beitangjun, exposed to the sword energy, instantly had countless wounds on his body.
The original golden brocade clothes turned into rags; the originally neat hair accessories became messy; the originally romantic Beitangjun became extremely down-and-out.
Ye Junlin just looked at it, and then said proudly: "I have a sword, but I regret Kunlun."
At that moment, countless sword energy rushed into Ye Junlin's body, along his mysterious veins, and into his sea of consciousness.
Ye Junlin slowly closed his eyes.
Another "Ye Junlin" wandered freely in his sea of consciousness. At the moment when the sword energy poured in, he not only did not reject it, but instead welcomed it warmly.
The sword energy slowly gathered in Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness, and finally condensed into the shape of an ancient sword.
"Ye Junlin" held the sword that had no weight in both hands, like an innocent and lively child, cheering and thrilling, as if so simple, he hugged the whole world.