Thriller Paradise Chapter 742: Wu Shuang Wu Dou Hui (12)

"The performance is over."

When Feng Bujue came to the scene of the fighting meeting, there happened to be a battle on the arena, but the bronze lion statue beside the arena preached in a roar-like tone...

"The winner, Yagyu Kenkage. The loser, Sanada Yukimura."

This is a contest that ended in surrender. Sanada was unable to attack for a long time and knew that he was not as capable as Yanagyu, so he chose to give up.

"Senior Yanagyu has excellent cultivation skills, Sanada admires him." After the results were announced, Sanada stepped forward and gave Yanagyu a beating.

"Yeah..." Liu Sheng Jianying closed his eyes, hands on his back, and slowly turned around, "I have accepted, Sanada-san." When he walked off the stage, he did not forget to give to the other party. One step down.

But... to tell the truth, Yanagi is also polite...all the strong players on the scene can see that Sanada's strength can't be compared with Yanagyu. Although Sanada, who danced the flame spear, was brave and brave, but his realm still remained at the level of hand-held weapons and tangible tricks. Compared with the realm of "Sword Saint" who is born with one's heart, does not stay in shape, and returns ten thousand swords to the sect, it is a far cry...

"The next..." After the two of them walked off the stage, the statue on the scene read out, "From...Kurotiejin, to...Tachibana Ukyo."

The voice fell to the ground, and the two figures walked out of the crowd separately...

The first person to set foot on the ring, wearing a light-colored kendo kimono with a black dress, a book, reading, a novel yb+du colored cloak, and a samurai sword on his waist.

He is tall, with a cold face, and his long golden and white hair hangs down to the back of his neck; his gestures and gestures reveal a domineering demeanor. Just a glance is enough to suffocate his opponent.

He is Hei Tie Zhen Jie, like a King Kong who can't fall. In his universe, he is the strongest swordsman with the name "Thousands of People Slash", even if he suffers from an incurable disease and has a short life. He was not defeated either.

And the person who walked slowly to the ring...Wearing a white kimono and blue pleated trousers (similar to a long skirt, a style of Hanfu, introduced to Japan during the Wei and Jin Dynasties), the same waist Wear a katana.

He is thin and handsome, with long blue hair draped over his shoulders. His expression is gentle and peaceful, but it reveals a temperament that refuses to be thousands of miles away...

He is Tachibana Ukyo, like an ice sculptured rose. In his universe, he is a frail and sickly genius swordsman, even if he is suffering from lung disease and the end is approaching. He still walks alone with the sword, looking for the ultimate flower that grows in the depths of the demon world for the love of his life.

"I'll take it..." Looking at the two people who walked on the martial arts stage one after another, Feng Bujue, who was standing under the stage, couldn't help but vomit, "You actually got these two old and sick ghosts together... There is a good show."

People who are interested in this "drama" are naturally not the only brother Jue...At this moment, all the swordsmen present have felt the twelve hatreds of the sword king, the wind trace, the sword shadow of Liu Sheng, etc. The sword intent of the two on the stage.

It can be said. A silent, invisible and invisible battle... has already begun.

"It's like rain." At this time, among the spectators, a person who always likes to remain silent...said, "What do you think. What about this battle?"

The person who asked this question was Windscar. His tone was like a teacher taking a student test.

"There are no three ways to win or lose. Life or death is nothing but a breath." Ruoyu responded to the other party's question almost without thinking.

"Hmm..." Windscar groaned when he heard the words.

The expression on his face did not change, and he did not make any comments on Ruoyu's words. But Ruoyu could feel... "Teacher Feng" was very satisfied with this answer.

As they were talking, the two on the martial arts stage had gradually approached their opponents. When they reached a very delicate distance, they stopped at the same time.

"Wubaoliu, Kuritetsujinsuke." Kuritetsujinsuke stood upright, looking at Tachibana Ukyodo, which was slightly shorter than himself.

"God dreams of a sword flow, Tachibana Ukyo." Tachibana Ukyo greeted the opponent's bold eyes with a calm look, and replied indifferently.

After the two reported their home, they fell silent again.

"Not at all affected by my aura, calm as water, terrible guy..." A few seconds later, Hei Tie Jin Jie said such a sentence in his heart.

"The whole body is impeccable, like a sword ghost...As a swordsman, it is fortunate to be able to fight against such a person in this life." Tachibana Ukyo also gave his opponent a high evaluation in his heart.

Slap——Slap——

The two hands, almost at the same moment, shook the hilt of the sword.

"I, once died once." Before the shot, Kuritetsu Jinsuke broke the silence.

"I have died once." Tachibana Ukyo continued.

"I did not die by the sword."

"Neither did I die by the sword."

"Sad."

"Sigh."

"In this different space, I got a second chance."

"This time and space gave me a second life."

"I want to defeat Yuan Luzhi, use my sword...to develop the unparalleled way, and the king will come to the world."

"I want to defeat Yuan Luzhi, correct time and space, and return to the side of my beloved."

"The one who is against me... is dead."

"Those who block me... die."

What they said is over here.

From this second, they are no longer "people", but the incarnation of swords.

Sword Yin is their language; sword technique is their wisdom; sword intent is their will.

Chiqi——

The sound of overlapping blades and their sheaths announced the beginning of the battle.

Tachibana Ukyo is a master at Iihe (a technique that instantly draws a sword to kill an enemy). The moment he draws his sword, he can use his best skills.

But seeing his body move, a move [Dream After Light] has been cut out instantly.

On the other side... Hei Tie Zhenjie didn't move after he drew his sword. The swordsman of "Unparalleled Under Heaven", facing the magical Juheshu in front of him, his expression stunned!

【Launch】, 【Tiger Wear】, two poses in one instant, the last one comes first.

Ping——

The two swords crossed the wind and the sand, and the two shadows crossed and the blood mist rose.

Winning and losing~IndoMTL.com~Life and death are in these three moves, one breath...there is a result.

After a while, the breeze blew and the murderous spirit dissipated.

There was blood pouring out of Juyoujing's left lung, because there was an extra hole.

Hei Tie Jin Jie's chest also sprayed blood, because there was already an extra cut mark.

Two swordsmen fell at the same time.

"The performance of the martial arts is over." The voice of the bronze lion statue sounded, "The loser, Kuritetsu Jinsuke, Tachibana Ukyo."

In the past few days, there are not many people who have suffered both defeats and even ended up in the ring, but there are still some...

It's a pity...There is no "tie" in this fight. If you lose consciousness at the end of the fight, you will be sentenced to defeat.

"Next..." This time, before the statue waited for the two to leave the ring, it directly preached, "Laughing from...the crazy dragon, you are... crazy." (To be continued... )