What's even more terrifying is that in the eight battles, the total time of Yiqingliu is only ten minutes.

In other words, it only took him a little more than a minute to end each battle.

Among them, there is also a pre-war conversation with the owner.

At this point, people finally understood that the sixty-one-year-old Yiqingliu's martial arts not only did not regress with age, but on the contrary, after twenty years of cultivation, his sword became sharper and reached the legendary level!

The capital is the political center of China, and in a way, it can also be said to be the center of martial arts.

The largest martial arts hall and the most famous masters are gathered here.

However, in a huge city, not to mention defeating, there is not even a person who has survived a move and a half in the hands of a clear stream!

The people, as pathetic as they were, did not give up their last hope.

Because the sword has not yet been shot!

There are nine martial arts halls in the capital, among which the Tianxia Sword Pavilion is the most powerful.

As the owner of the Sword Pavilion in the world, Jian Wuya is far stronger than other pavilion owners in terms of personal strength.

He was only thirty-seven years old, and it took only ten years for him to rise in the martial arts world, and he was able to impress the world with his supernatural sword god.

The god of war, Xiao Lingtian, and the sword saint are boundless.

Some people compare these two people to the two Dinghaishen needles in Huaxia.

It can be seen that the prestige and strength of the sword are so high.

Today is a duel day with a clear stream and a sword.

At nine o'clock, the Sword Pavilion of the World.

The interior of the 300-square-meter martial arts hall.

There were all kinds of tables, large and small, no less than 4,000.

There were people sitting on every seat, and all of them were well-known figures in the martial arts world of the capital.

Today's grand occasion of the sword god duel against the sword saint has already ignited the enthusiasm of the people in the country, and in order to be able to see the battle that can become a legend, many people want to enter the martial arts hall to supervise the battle.

It's a pity that the number of places is so small, so there are many people on the Internet who are asking for places to enter the martial arts hall at a price of more than 100,000.

In order to satisfy the people's overly inflated enthusiasm, the economic people of the martial arts hall had no choice but to arrange a live webcast.

This can also be regarded as a reflection of the martial arts hall keeping pace with the times.

In the center of the 4,000 acts, there is a ring with a length of 30 meters and a width of 30 meters, which is different from the general Quanji ring, this ring has a hard geology, and all of it is made of marble floors, which can withstand extremely high impact forces.

At this moment, there was a person standing in the center of the ring, he was wearing a white robe, a pair of white cloth shoes under his feet, and his ordinary face had a pair of sharp and deep eyes.

He stood there calmly, but it was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, blooming with a striking momentum all the time!

Alien to the hustle and bustle around him, he became the center of the stage, watched by everyone present with enthusiasm and adoration.

His name is Jian Wuyan, and he is the hope of the entire martial arts world.

In the midst of the cacophony, a footstep sounded.

It stands to reason that in a venue of several hundred square meters, the sound of anyone's footsteps cannot be heard.

But the strange thing is that the footsteps are heard by everyone, and every step seems to be stepping on people's hearts, which makes Wen feel very heavy.

When people were heavy physically and mentally because of the footsteps, a figure quietly appeared in the passage of the martial arts hall.

He was older than expected, but his eyes were very sharp, like the fearless eyes of a twenty-year-old youth.

Dressed in a traditional neon kimono and stepping on yellow clogs, he walks from afar, like a ronin walking in the beacon years.

When he walked to the other side of Jian Wuyan, this young man, who had always been calm, opened his eyes suddenly, and his expression was respectful and dignified.

"Young man, you are strong. ”

Everyone never imagined that the first person to speak was a guest Yiqingliu. His first words were to praise the other party.

What's going on?

Everyone thought it was strange, but turned to joy.

Even the sword god praised the sword boundless strength, didn't it mean that there was a lot of hope for this battle?

"The seniors have won the prize!"

Jian Wuya's face remained unchanged, and he wrote: "In the past, my predecessors were in the world, and I was just a stinky boy at that time, and it was really a great fortune in my life to be fortunate to be able to fight with my husband." ”

Jian Wuya spoke politely, thinking very much about the ancient swordsman, even as an enemy, Yi Qingliu also admired it very much: "It's a pity, if only you were a neon man." ”

Jian Wuya smiled slightly: "What do you mean by this?"

Yi Qingliu touched his beard and did not answer this question, but said with a sigh on his face: "I once had a son with outstanding talents, his talent and potential far exceeded that of me when I was young, and it is normal to surpass me, if you are lucky, you may be able to reach the legendary realm of broken void." ”

Jian Wuya was even more puzzled, and said in a dignified manner, what is your son doing, but he was shocked in his heart: If it is really as Yiqingliu said, there are such outstanding characters in Neon, won't the martial arts of Huaxia be unable to raise their heads in the future?

The elderly, once they fall into memory, it is difficult to come out.

As soon as Qingliu was so, he spoke quietly, Chinese was very fluent, and his tone was as usual, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"When he was twenty-one years old, his kendocraft attainments were very high, on a par with me when I first set foot in China. ”

Hearing this, everyone, including Jian Wuya, was shocked in their hearts.

At the age of twenty-one, he has the level of the sword god of the past?

Such a person is a little too weird!

The sword god's calm voice continued to sound: "I thought that with his strength, there should be no opponent in the world, so I agreed to let him travel to Europe. But I was wrong, I was wrong to underestimate the world's leaders, and one day two years later, I received bad news about him. My son, the peerless genius to whom I gave hope, died in Europe!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief with a little regret.

Fortunately, this demon is dead, otherwise Huaxia would have been overwhelmed by the little neon and couldn't raise his head!

However, after thinking about it, he wondered: Even a genius who can be called a monster can solve it, how strong is the person who killed him?

Who is such a person?

Jian Wuya was in the same idea as everyone else, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is that person?"

A clear stream of deep eyes flashed with a fine light, "He is the Night Emperor." ”

Who is the Night Emperor?

Most of the spectators in the field were full of inexplicability, and after thinking about it carefully, they confirmed that there was no master called the Night Emperor in the Huaxia martial arts world.

However, the high-level of the master level of the Nine Great Martial Arts Pavilions was slightly discolored, and it turned out to be the Night Emperor!

The local warriors of China have always looked down on foreign forces, but they also occasionally hearsay about international news.

The name of the Night Emperor used to be very loud, and many famous people have heard of it to a greater or lesser extent.

"I didn't expect Huaxia to have such a master. ”

Jian Wuya said with a serious face: "But senior, do you say that these are meaningful to this battle, please forgive me for my presumptuousness, I think we can start." ”

As he finished speaking, his slender fingers rested on the hilt of his sword.

(End of chapter)