The wind has died down, but the atmosphere is even more compelling. Two resolute and tyrannical sword energies collided in the air. Dugu Jian and Wu Shang faced off with their swords, while Lin Ye protected Mu Yingming and looked at each other in front of a bluestone dozens of meters away. "Master, is this" Looking at this scene, Mu Yingming felt a little depressed. "It has nothing to do with your problem. Sooner or later, they and I will have a battle, a battle that cannot be avoided." Lin Ye shook his head gently and said to Mu Yingming. At the same time, Lin Ye remembered what the Monk Emperor had said to him that day. It was not necessary for him to take the initiative to search for it. An opponent that would excite him would come to his door. Now, isn't it true to his prophecy? Whether it is Dugu Jian or Wu Shang, they are both superb swordsmen, and they are both superb swordsmen who have no confidence in winning. "Since you can't do anything to stop him, just wait and see. When he loses, it will be your turn." Dugu Jian gently raised the unparalleled sword in his hand and shouted to Lin Ye in a deep voice. "I hope it will be as you said." Holding the Tianjing tightly in his hand, Lin Ye remained unmoved. Suddenly there was a wail of long swords on Daqing Peak, and the source of this wail was the Mo sword in Wu Shang's hand. "Well, with this wailing sound, I can't even hear the sword language of this ink sword." Looking at the red blood-stained ink sword in Wu Shang's hand, Dugu Jian's face turned slightly aside, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Since his birth, he has been able to understand clearly no matter what kind of sword it is, but at this moment, he can't even feel why the sword in Wu Shang's hand makes such a whining sound. There is only one possibility. Over there is the sword in Wu Shang's hand that is already connected to his life. That¡¯s why he couldn¡¯t hear the sword language in it. However, before the whining stopped, Wu Shang¡¯s figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. The moment Wushang disappeared, the Wushuang sword in Dugujian's hand also rose instantly. There was a resounding sound of gold and iron clashing, and Wu Shang suddenly appeared in front of Dugu Jian with the Mo sword in his hand. The Mo sword and the Wushuang sword intersect and then separate instantly. Looking at the ink sword in his hand, Wu Shang said in a low voice: "My ink sword has not finished its mourning, but it can't wait. I haven't seen it like this in a long time, and I have never heard such a sad statement." The words fell. , red blood drops dripping. The blood droplets slowly condensed on the Mo Jian in his hand, flowing through the life-eating cold front, and slipped from the tip of the sword as if he was vomiting blood. Where did these blood drops come from? Is Mo Jian really vomiting blood? Facing this strange sight, Mu Yingming on the side felt his heart beating wildly, but he didn't have the shock or fear before, only a trace of unnoticeable excitement. There is also indifference. As if he noticed it, Lin Ye glanced sideways at Mu Yingming, and then shifted his gaze to the battlefield. Just like a dead person, the sword of Wuxi gives people only the feeling of coldness, so cold that it seems that there is nothing else but death. And in this coldness, there is endless loneliness and sadness. This kind of weather should have been very hot, but when Wushang's sword energy appeared. An inch of frost suddenly condensed on the plain ground. "Haha, what a wailing sword. Let me see how long your so-called mourning can last. Jian Yi!" Dugu Jian laughed loudly, slashed out the unparalleled sword in his hand, and took out the Holy Spirit Sword that is famous all over the world. The sword of law. The Wushuang Sword drew a sword from the air. It was a simple and clear sword, if we just talk about its moves. Anyone can draw this sword, but when this sword was used by Dugu Jian, Lin Ye's eyes suddenly shrank slightly. Although Dugu Jian's sword was a simple stroke, Lin Ye knew that it already contained millions of sword intentions. This is basically a sword that reveals one's intention. Unless one has understood the secret of the sword's intention, there is absolutely no way to avoid this sword. But to Lin Ye and Wu Shang, this sword was nothing. What really surprised Lin Ye was that after the sword was struck, Lin Ye saw the changes after the sword. Although Dugu Jian did not use Sword 2 after Sword 1, Lin Ye had already roughly seen the direction of changes after Sword 1 from Sword 1. "I don't like suspended sword battles. One move can determine your victory or defeat." Mo Jian raised his hand lightly, intercepting Dugu Jian's unparalleled sword from the air, and then turned cold. After hearing the words, the look of surprise on Dugu Jian's face disappeared, replaced by endless anger. "Okay, okay, I want to see what kind of abilities you have." Dugujian shouted in a deep voice, holding the Wushuang Sword in his hand. Wu Shang¡¯s expression remained unchanged, but the ink sword in his hand slowly?A mysterious trace crossed the air. Suddenly Lin Ye felt that the air around him had changed. "One sword is no fault!" He shouted, his body moved, his mind moved, and the sword fell. With the sword moving forward without any return, the cold front slashed down, and the surrounding area of ??Daqing Peak suddenly burst into pieces. Endless sword energy comes towards you. Lin Ye's complexion changed slightly, and his inner energy flowed, grabbing Mu Yingming's hand and unsheathing the Tianjing. Wherever the sword energy passed, everything was in ruins. The smoke never dissipated, and Wu Shang suddenly turned sideways: "Your time is not what I am looking for, nor can it make my wish come true." He was about to turn around and leave. "If you say war, then fight; if you say leave, then leave; do you think I am easy to bully? Kenpachi!" In the diffuse smoke, a sharp sword energy suddenly came out, and then only the diffuse smoke was seen Suddenly they were all eliminated, and two sword energy that intertwined like the Chinese character 'eight' came out from the Wushuang sword in Dugujian's hand and slashed towards Wushangji. The two sword qi shot out quickly, Wu Shang didn't even look back, Mo Jian raised a desolate sword energy, and wiped out the two sword qi shot by Dugu Sword. ¡° Then before Dugu Jian could react, the figure had disappeared from the sight of the two of them. Dugujian's expression changed, and he looked at the direction where Wushang disappeared, his eyes filled with anger. "Who is that person?" Turning his head, Dugu Jian stared at Lin Yehe and asked with his eyes like a sword. "I don't know about our relationship. It's time for you to leave now." The hands were the same, and the inner energy was moving. The surrounding earth and rocks that had been broken by the sword energy of the two people just now were all pushed away by Lin Ye. Looking at Dugu Jian, he frowned slightly. , Lin Ye said. "Let me leave? Haha, then it depends on what you are capable of, the swordsman I have found." Dugujian immediately locked his target on Lin Ye, wanting to challenge Wushang before. The anger and fighting spirit aroused were vented. Feeling the fighting spirit and anger in Dugu Jian, Lin Ye naturally knew what was in his heart, and his face gradually turned cold. The sky crystal in his hand made a clear sword sound under the influence of the inner energy. "Since you don't want to leave on your own, I'll give you a ride." His eyes turned cold, his hand slowly raised, Lin Ye looked at Dugu Jian and said coldly. (To be continued) Chapter 207 The ultimate battle: