Su Hang and Xue Xuan watched from the edge of the square, this scene was really joyful, these usually high-ranking bigwigs, at this moment, they all lost their calm, showing their original form, and no one wanted to give away their cheats.

A long sword, flying between the crowd, accompanied by bursts of scolding, many originally good relationship thieves, seeing the other party throw the sword to themselves, inevitably scolded, where is there still the demeanor of the predecessors.

The voice was suddenly cut off, and Zhang Jingzhi, the head of the Double Sword Sect, a half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, holding a long sword in his arms, sat in his seat like a fool, but everyone in the audience breathed a long sigh of relief.

Helplessly, Zhang Jingzhi seemed to accept his fate, and sent a disciple of the eight-rank martial arts realm to come out to fight.

That disciple's name is Liu Yijian, who is accustomed to left-handed swordsmanship, and at the age of thirty-seven, he can barely be regarded as a young generation, and the realm of eight-rank martial arts is not low.

Burly and a strong man, Liu Yijian stepped forward with a sword, and pointed at Uncle Feng Zhong, "Under Liu Yijian, who will fight with me?"

The bearing is extraordinary, and there is a kind of momentum that dominates the world.

Bull ratio!

Everyone looked at Liu Yijian with a stupid look, this thing is in the water, right? Dare to point a sword at Uncle Feng Zhong, this world is too crazy, this stupid person from the second middle school to the extreme, I don't know how he died.

Zhang Jingzhi even covered his face with his hands, embarrassed, really embarrassing.

Everyone thought that Uncle Feng Zhong would directly take action to abolish this kid who didn't know the height of the sky, but unexpectedly, Uncle Feng Zhong didn't take Liu Yijian's offense to heart, and waved directly behind him.

A white-clothed disciple stepped forward.

Twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not only handsome, but also cool, cold.

There is a cold temperament on his body, like a weapon with a blade, and the edge is exposed, so that people dare not look directly at his eyes.

"Wen Chong!"

Two words came out of his mouth, and his voice was cold, without the slightest emotion. doesn't seem to take Liu Yijian in his eyes, such an existence is not worthy of being his opponent at all.

"Heh, it doesn't matter if you're a mosquito or a fly. In a moment you will become a bed bug. Liu Yijian grinned, his long sword was unsheathed, and he sprinted straight towards Wen.

Liu Yijian's sword, although it seems ordinary, focuses the strength of the whole body on the tip of the sword. Its power is heavy, the destructive power is strong, it is by no means comparable to ordinary swordsmanship, Liu Yijian only refines this sword, this sword is also the sword he is most proud of, the realm of martial arts, few dare to take his sword.

Although the Shuangjian Sect is only a medium-sized sect, the formation of each sect will always have one or two housekeeping skills. Moreover, some are still very powerful.

Wen Chong stood with his sword in his arms, the sword wind struck, and his long hair fluttered, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his eyebrows, at this time, Wen Chong was only a little on tiptoe, and then retreated in a chic manner.

With a choking sound, the long sword was unsheathed, the same sword. He greeted Liu Yijian.

A sword in an instant, dominate the world.

"Bell!"

With a soft sound, Wen Chong's sword stabbed right on the tip of Liu Yijian's sword. The same sword, but a little more domineering.

Infused with strength, a crack appeared at the tip of the long sword in Liu Yijian's hand, and then it expanded rapidly, and most of the sword body was instantly covered with spider-like cracks.

"Dangchang!"

The blade exploded in an instant. Reduced to pieces and scattered!

"Huh?"

Liu Yijian's eyes showed a look of horror, he didn't expect Wen Chong's sword to be so domineering, for a swordsman, the sword is broken, what else to fight with others?

Wen Chong didn't give Liu Yijian the slightest respite at all, a sword slashed diagonally, and Liu Yijian raised the half of the sword to block.

The blades collided, sparks splashed, Liu Yijian fell out of a few steps, only one sword hilt was left in his hand, Wen Chong rushed forward, a sword stabbed out, Liu Yijian was no longer able to fight, and was directly picked off the tendon of his left hand, and then hit a kick in the chest, flew out upside down, and fell heavily in front of Zhang Jingzhi.

Several apprentices hurriedly stepped forward to help Liu Yijian, who had fainted, and brought him back to the camp of the Shuangjian Gate, looking at Liu Yijian's bloody left hand, Zhang Jingzhi's face was many times, his apprentice practiced left-handed swordsmanship, and his left hand was abolished, and there was no future at all on the road of left-handed sword.

"Take!"

Wen Chong put away his sword and arched his hand in the direction of the Double Sword Gate, his face was still cold, as if he had only done something insignificant.

Three moves, only three moves defeated Liu Yijian, although Wen Chong is one order higher than Liu Yijian, but the disparity is by no means so outrageous.

"It's really a good swordsmanship. ”

After the battle, Su Hang couldn't help but praise, this should be Uncle Feng Zhong's eighteen-way sword, it is really domineering and extraordinary, the sword in Wen Chong's hand is not necessarily higher than the sword in Liu Yijian's hand, maybe the quality is worse, but it can easily smash the long sword in the opponent's hand, the mystery of this swordsmanship is really extraordinary.

Just imagine, when you compete with your opponent with a sword, the opponent can easily smash the long sword in your hand, leaving you with no sword to use, and you still have a few chances of winning.

This swordsmanship is really domineering, Su Hang's eyes flashed with fiery light, and it seemed that the energy points that he had just recovered were useful.

"This Wen Chong has the realm of nine-rank martial arts, and the sword just now, I'm afraid that even if it is replaced by me, I won't dare to take it hard. Xue Xuan said with some solemnity.

Su Hang listened and said, "How can the disciples who came out of the Innate Martial Sect be idle people? However, if you were not able to concentrate on cultivating martial arts because of your work, you must have already been in the realm of martial artists, and you still need to be afraid of a mere nine-rank martial artist?"

Xue Xuan heard this and smiled bitterly, "You are talking lightly, do you think the martial arts realm is so easy? Martial arts is the foundation building stage of martial artists, in this stage, you must try your best to broaden the meridians and strengthen the dantian, therefore, the martial arts realm, not the faster you advance, the better, you have to lay a good foundation, the better the foundation, the farther and smoother the road in the future." ”

There are a lot of big forces in the big Chinese family, and there are countless young talents, with their strong financial and material resources, it is not difficult to pile up a few martial arts masters, but why there are few young masters who have reached the martial arts realm, the reason is very simple, one is because the martial arts realm is difficult to break through, and the other is because martial arts is the foundation building stage, and you can't rush for quick success.

Only when the foundation is laid, can the house be stable and high.

Listening to Xue Xuan's words, Su Hang didn't say much, just smiled, supported his head with one hand, and dozed off beside him, at least, in Xue Xuan's eyes, this guy was dozing.

At such a tense moment, there is still the heart to sleep, what a generous heart it must be.

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The Shuangjian Gate lost the battle and abolished a disciple, but as a result, he had to obediently give away the "Left Hand Sword Codex", one of the secret classics in the door, in front of everyone.

Since you have participated in the competition and lost, you naturally have to fulfill your promise, so what if you are angry?

A sword book was successfully started, and Uncle Feng Zhong's face had a satisfied smile, but the game had to continue, and the drumming and sword passing began again, and everyone's hearts followed the sound of Uncle Feng Zhong's fingers tapping on the table.

Swords flying!

The scene of comedy was staged again, a martial arts master, playing with many celebrities in Shuzhong, it was really embarrassing.

Strength is everything, the big fist is the master, anywhere, the strong are respected, and this is especially true in the martial arts world.

......

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For more than three hours, this exciting game was played until two o'clock in the afternoon, and the bigwigs were like frosted eggplants, burying their heads one by one, smiling bitterly.

In the three-hour game, the Shuzhong forces present all sent their disciples to fight at least once, and even Emei lost half of the ape swordsmanship, and the fat monk of the King Kong Temple lost three of the best swordsmanship.

This elder of the King Kong Temple, this time he really passed on the exercises, and he only had one Arhat swordsmanship on his body, and the remaining two had to be written by hand to Uncle Feng Zhong for a while.

Huitong really regretted that he didn't come to Shuzhong this time, and he shouldn't have brought a few little novices when he came, if he could bring two elite disciples, he wouldn't have lost so badly.

Other people, like Huitong, are quite remorseful, for a cup of tea, they buried all their own exercises, this deal, it's a big loss, a big loss. (To be continued.) )