Everyone is competitive.

Those who truly have no desires or desires are saints, but there are no saints in the world.

Martial men compete for fame, merchants compete for business, women compete for beauty, men compete for face, and many people compete for air. The more powerful the person, the more they have to compete and win. The more skilled the martial artist is, the more they have to compete and the more they lose.

No, those martial arts masters from ancient times to the present say they live in seclusion and don't care about the world. Look at them, when they retire, which one is not successful and famous in the martial arts world.

They keep saying that they will not fight, because there is no one in the world who can fight with them, and because everyone who can fight with them is dead.

What's more, in an era, if no one competes with it, wouldn't it be sad and pitiful? People are all utilitarian and want to climb high and see far. Who can not compete?

Su Qing also has to fight.

At this moment, he doesn't care about the Qinglong Society or domination of the world. He only wants to win and judge victory or defeat based on martial arts, because what he is fighting for is life. Although he is scheming, exerts power, and kills people like crazy, but for life, he

He still cherishes it very much. He doesn't want to die, let alone lose.

"call!"

The snow has stopped.

The earth is vast.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, just above the vast snow peaks and between the cliffs and ravines, three ethereal figures rushed towards each other amid countless shocking and terrifying collisions; the swords trembled and the swords roared, every breath among the three,

It was like thousands of thunder flower flames bursting out, dazzling and dazzling.

Amazing, not amazing.

But Su Qing was more frightened.

He was plundering wildly, and the two people beside him were also plundering wildly. There was ice and blood under his feet. In the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, someone's blood suddenly fell and splashed on the bright sword.

This is an old and elegant sword. It is not a magic weapon, but it has become powerful in the world. It is unparalleled in the world. It is the Xie family's magic sword.

This is the sword that Xie Tian, ​​the ancestor of the Xie family, used in the past and was invincible in the world. Now, this sword is in the hands of Xie Xiaofeng. Can it regain its invincible power?

Blood beads splashed, a small blood bead, the size of a bean, could not hurt or kill anyone, but at the moment it splashed away, it blocked an insignificant blind spot in the electric light and flint.

At this moment, a light flashed in Su Qing's eyes, and the long and narrow sword in his hand instantly stabbed out dozens of sword shadows, like thousands of arrows shooting at each other. The tips of the swords all pierced the blood mist, and then penetrated it.

Stab Xie Xiaofeng.

His sword was also moving, and the long, thin curved sword and the arc-moon-shaped sword kept chopping together.

At the same time, the attacks from the other two people also came.

My feet didn't stop.

The snow is very thick, and the snow-covered glaciers that never melt all year round have accumulated over countless years.

And they had already come through the snow.

As soon as their toes touched each other, their bodies flew back into the air as light as dust, leaving no trace on the snow. What's more, they had to fight to the death in the air. These extremely light skills and the control of their own strength were both beyond the ordinary.

The best in the world, and now, there are three people here.

They rushed to the peak, climbed to the top, and stood on the top.

Su Qing tightened the sword in his hand, and the long-lost jingle of the silver bell on his wrist kept agitating. He was trembling without wind, and was rushed by the air. In his sleeve, a wisp of blood was flowing down from it, splashing on the accumulated blood.

On the snow.

He was bleeding, and so were the other two.

A small bloody gash was opened on Bai Xiaolou's back, which stained his cloak with a red mark. As for Xie Xiaofeng, a piece of his clothes was also missing.

Three people, standing on three sides, each occupying one side and confronting each other.

Su Qing took a deep breath, and the hot breath exhaled between her lips and teeth was like a cloud dragon, spiraling and shooting out for several feet before dispersing.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were solemn, as cold as ice, as lonely as a cold stone, and his thin lips as sharp as a sword were tightly pursed by him at this moment.

Because he has seen the terror of these two people, they are indeed terrifying, but what shocked him the most was actually Xie Xiaofeng. He was full of calculations. This man was only twenty years old. He had heard too many rumors about the other party. He thought that

Many of them are praiseworthy. After all, no matter how amazingly talented and beautiful they are, they are still just children. Along the way, Su Qing has seen very few amazingly talented and beautiful people.

But now, he realized that he had thought wrong, guessed wrong, and even more wrong, because compared with Xie Xiaofeng, these people would be overshadowed and reduced to dust.

He had never believed in geniuses in the past. The world was so vast that if a stone was thrown, he didn't know how many geniuses it would hit. But this person in front of him made him deeply understand what it meant to be born extraordinary.

In just this one fight, this guy actually performed seventeen amazing sword techniques one after another, which not only included most of the famous sword moves of each sect, but also some lost stunts, and the most terrifying ones.

What's amazing is that he can actually distinguish the changes of his left and right hands, reverse them, and regenerate the changes.

In other words, he holds the sword in his right hand, but uses the same method of holding the sword in his left hand, and then reverses the sword techniques and moves, thus deriving a brand new sword technique. Not only does he not feel unfamiliar at all, but he is also very fluent in fighting.

Continuously improve and grow.

Terrible, even more terrible.

But this does not mean that Bai Xiaolou is not strong. The reason why Xie Xiaofeng surprised him was because of his unparalleled talent and understanding. Bai Xiaolou was strong, and he was no longer strong.

What needs to be said is that this kind of strength is a given.

Bai Xiaolou seldom smiles, almost never smiles. I am afraid that no one in the Demon Cult has seen him smile except the woman he loves. But now he is smiling, he smiles wantonly and openly.

Like a madman, he ripped off the big cloak on his body and laughed wildly. His exposed upper body was actually criss-crossed and covered with countless scars.

Su Qing habitually squinted his eyes, as if hiding something. He always liked to hide the murderous intent, killing intent, and evil spirit in his eyes. He had heard this laughter before, Bai Yujing had laughed before, and the laughter resounded through the sky.

Not only him, but Xie Xiaofeng also stared.

Because this laughter has caused the entire snow peak to tremble, and the tens of millions of kilograms of snow that have accumulated for countless years are also trembling at this moment. Su Qing is among them, and he feels that the whole world is trembling in this laughter.

The rumble started.

There's an avalanche.

But the battle is not over yet.

"Come on, use all your means!"

White small corridor.

His tone was expectant.

It is always at the critical moment of life and death that a person unleashes his strongest potential and exhausts all means. Only in this way can a person be at his strongest.

It seemed that he couldn't stand the stalemate anymore.

The snow on the mountain peaks is like a white and vast torrent at this moment, crushing everything in front of it. Even if they have superb martial arts and deep internal energy like them, they will not feel a kind of palpitation. This is the power of heaven and earth. How can a mortal

Can compete.

Almost at the same time, all three people moved.

Their directions were surprisingly consistent, not downward, because there was also an avalanche at the waist of the peak at the moment. If they went downward, they would be trapped in the torrent. It would be better to go up, and then up again. As long as they survived the brunt of the avalanche, they would be able to

Standing tall.

The question is who will get through it first and who will go up first.

Suddenly, Su Qing's flying figure flashed, and she rushed towards Bai Xiaolou resolutely and rushed towards him.

Winning is important, but the leader of the Demon Cult must die.

If he had not died, how could the Demon Sect's eastward advance be reversed, and how could the catastrophe in the world be quelled?

"Then let you die first!"

Xie Xiaofeng almost unanimously made the same decision as him.

A horizontal stroke of the Xie family's divine sword blocked his movement, and a horizontal stroke of the long sword was like the spring breeze blowing through the willows. There was no trace, but murderous intent was everywhere, and people were imminent.

"Well done!"

Faced with Xue Beng, Bai Xiaolou was not surprised or frightened when he saw the two of them attacking at the same time. Instead, he shouted loudly, and a terrifying purple light burst out from his left hand. It was the big purple sun hand.

He even dragged the Full Moon Scimitar out of eight shadows, and the eight shadows were transformed again and again, and dozens of killer moves, trick moves, and dangerous moves were created. The shadows of the sword were reflected every day.

Su Qing looked at the overwhelming sword light and felt as if he was in a mountain of swords and a forest of swords. His whole body was stinging, as if his skin was about to burst open, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense, like a ball of fire.

Not only were his eyes like fire, but his whole body was now like a ball of fire, a ball of raging fire, igniting blazingly, melting all the falling snow within a few feet of him, and a puff of white steam rose up all over his body, as if he was being burned.

As if cooked.

The green light on the sword skyrocketed, and the cold light on the sword became even stronger. As soon as the sword was lit, Su Qing's figure turned around. Suddenly, it seemed like it was divided into two, one person wielded the sword, and the other used the sword, but the figure holding the sword used

It was a sword move, but the figure holding the sword actually used a sword move. It seemed full of loopholes and extremely weird, but they complemented each other. As soon as they transformed, they actually created and restrained each other, creating an extraordinary mystery.

Mountain top.
Chapter completed!