The dragoon army was boiling up and down, and someone actually wanted to compete with Yuan Fu, who was known as the number one swordsman in the Lihate Palace, this was really a big joke.

But let's see what tricks he can come up with, so the hundred horsemen circle an open space and come out to make a dueling arena.

Yan Li still thinks it's ridiculous.

Zhang Yifeng appeared inexplicably, inexplicably responded to the next sword fight, and on his way to escape, he was ready to fight.

Watching a play is a lot of fun, of course, but who is in the mood to watch a play if there are assassins in ambush around you who are always trying to kill you?

If you're not in the mood to return to the mood, the drama has been staged, so wouldn't it be sorry for the danger you took to your life if you don't watch it?

The two are facing off.

Zhang Yifeng was always smiling, as if there was nothing in the world worth worrying about.

Yuan Fulun looked bitter and hateful, he deeply felt a kind of provocation, although the other party was unconscious, but it was this unconscious provocation that made him even more unhappy. Of course, a man will not be unhappy with an ant, unless he cannot see through the depth of the ant.

Now that's it, his mind can't see through Zhang Yifeng's depth, which is a bit weird.

What he can't even see through is the seventh realm where air follows him in this world.

Could it be that this person is the legendary otherworldly Seventh Realm?

"Brother Yan. Zhang Yifeng suddenly shouted.

"You don't think about running away. Yan Li laughed.

"Lend me your sword. Zhang Yifeng said with a smile.

Yan Li thought for a while and said, "You want to break it too?"

Zhang Yifeng caught it, pulled a broken sword flower, and said with a smile: "If it's not it, it won't make sense." Isn't it for the sake of it that we're dueling now?"

"You say as if I've been very irresponsible and have given up on it!" Yan Li said angrily, "I haven't made a decision yet!"

Zhang Yifeng said: "Those who are obsessed with swords are connected to swords." Although I don't use a sword, I know how to use a sword. If you are not sincere, how can the sword give the most sincere feedback. ”

Yuan Fuyan said lightly: "Of course, this is true that those who are obsessed with the sword are connected to the sword, but if you insist on holding on to the defect, not letting it rest in peace, and expecting it to produce miracles, is it not a mediocrity disturbing yourself? Whether it is an ordinary cultivator or a sword cultivator, they should look forward in order to live up to the life paid by the former." Licliff is dead, and it should be given a decent funeral. ”

"Then if you defeat Your Excellency with Liqi, will you be able to overturn Your Argument?" Zhang Yifeng said with a smile.

"Yes. Yuan Fu said.

Zhang Yifeng said with a smile: "But Your Excellency is a master who has been famous for many years, and I am afraid that there will be a lot of injustice in the next generation." What's more, the current sword is no matter what it is. ”

"What do you want. Yuan Fu said.

"Only by sword skills. Zhang Yifeng said.

Yuan Fu pondered slightly, and said, "Okay!" As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took a green steel sword from one of the hundred horses, skillfully pulled a sword flower, and aimed it at Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng also aimed at Yuan Fu.

Then the two faced off for half an hour.

When everyone felt like they wanted to doze off, the two still didn't make a move.

As the saying goes, insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

Just because they don't do it doesn't mean the duel isn't exciting.

Yan Li saw at least dozens of sword postures, and they completed it in the eyes of the two of them.

This kind of high-level skill is an extreme test of the swordsman's willpower.

The clash of swords is very dangerous, no less than the clash of real names.

If you are not careful, I am afraid that from now on, you will be afraid when you see a sword.

Although Yan Li saw the doorway, he couldn't see which of the two was smarter, the only thing he knew was that both of them were smarter than him.

Yuan Fu is just talking about it, people have long been famous masters. But he didn't expect that the "orphan" picked up on the road actually had such a clever kendo cultivation, and he became more and more curious about Zhang Yifeng's origin.

"Please!" Yuan Fulun said suddenly.

"Please!" Zhang Yifeng followed.

The two of them stepped forward at the same time, their respective wrists turning, but the arc of the sword weapon was extremely short and weak, compared to the movement of the two wrists, it was almost as if they were not moving.

Arriving first from the cliff, the sword blade with an inexplicable light cut to Yuan Fu's vein.

Yuan Fulun stretched out his sword and took advantage of the situation to pick Zhang Yifeng's throat.

The movements of the two of them were clearly seen bit by bit.

It looks like you've made an appointment to slow down at the same time.

Yan Li broke out in a cold sweat.

It seems that the two of them have only fought each other for one round, but they have already exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

If it weren't for the messiness of the sword momentum, allowing him to appreciate the mystery, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to understand it.

After a few more rounds, the two sides each took a few steps back and stood still, and Yuan Fuyan exhaled deeply, "Mr. is smart." ”

"It's comparable. Zhang Yifeng said with a smile, "It seems that I still haven't been able to overturn Your Excellency's arguments." ”

Everyone watched it inexplicably, and it was inexplicable to hear it.

Yuan Fu said: "Anyway, it is the old man who is watching people in the cracks, and the old man is indeed smart, and the old man retracts what he just said." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

The atmosphere of the duel suddenly dissolved into nothingness, and the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious all of a sudden.

The convoy continued to set off, and then Yan Li found that he had almost become a superfluous person, because after getting back into the car, the two suddenly felt sorry for each other, hated to get up late, and wanted to cut off the head of the chicken to worship the handle, get married, and chatted happily with himself, leaving him aside.

Some people are like that, they can talk very speculatively with anyone.

Yan Li was obviously not such a person, so he had to practice silently and lonely.

At the bottom of a slope not far from the convoy, a group of men in black and blue robes gathered and were talking.

"Hall master, I have found it out, there is only one Yuan Fulun among the escorts, and no other masters have been found. ”

The person who was called the hall master was a bearded man, about fifty years old, and there seemed to be an electric fire beating in his eyes, "His grandmother's, only Yuan Fu's?

This person's name is Gongsun Yi, he is the master of the Thunder God Hall of the Gongsun family, and he has been stepping into the sixth mirror for more than 40 years.

"Hmph!" he said coldly, "Since there is only Yuan Fu, then what are you waiting for, rush up and kill his mother!"

"Second uncle, slow down!"

A person beside him hurriedly stopped.

"What?" Gongsun Yi frowned.

The man said: "Ji Poyu's reckless man is not to worry, but the Wu Zixu under him is very insidious and cunning, I don't believe that there is no mechanism for escorting this time, Thunder God Hall must be hit with one blow, if it fails, the Gongsun family is afraid that there will be other disasters......"