Zhao Wuji was much calmer than Zhao Wuying, his face did not change at all, and his heart was also very calm, and his emotions were not affected by the changes in the battle situation.

He held the sword in both hands, and shot a sword flower on the left side, and the aura was released, and each sword or stabbed or cut or picked, colliding with the air and stirring up the whistling wind.

"Thunder Thirteen Swords!" Yang Shu's hand tightening on the branch and looking at Zhao Wuji said.

"That's right, let's see if you can catch it with a branch!"

The Thirteen Swords of Thunder, Zhao Wuji's best swordsmanship, is not soul art, but pure swordsmanship. It is said that this set of swordsmanship was learned by Zhao Wuji from a master, not a family tradition. At the age of sixteen, he relied on this sword technique to challenge all the well-known swordsmen in and around Sioux City, and finally defeated all his opponents.

He is a natural swordsman, who is famous for a while, and the name of "swordsman Mowgli" is often on the lips of people, and he talks about it after tea and dinner.

And what he is using against Yang Shu now is this "Thunder Thirteen Swords!"

Although poplars are crazy, they are all sure of madness, not arrogance. As soon as the "Thunder Thirteen Swords" came out, he knew that he could no longer crack it with the previous method, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, dancing the branches, and waving them around him.

Suddenly, the figure of the poplar tree became wonderful, his body was moving, and the branches in his hands were flying. As he moved, phantoms emerged from behind him, dragged by him. And he turned around suddenly, changed his direction, and the phantoms were stacked and intertwined, looking very dreamy and gorgeous.

"Phantom Sword!"

In Zhao Wuji's eyes, although the poplar tree was dancing with branches in front of him, there were dozens of his phantoms on top of each other, and they were moving at all times, and the target had become blurred, which was very unfavorable for him to use his sword. Because he knew that if his sword stabbed in the air frequently, he would be caught by the poplar and counterattacked.

In the pavilion, Zhao Cheng was still standing, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the people next to him: "What a poplar, he actually changed the two-star soul technique 'Illusory Palm' to 'Illusory Sword'." Using this kind of soul technique to restrain the 'Thunder Thirteen Swords' is indeed the most suitable! Clever, really smart!"

Listening to the head of the family's praise of the poplar tree, several sons in the pavilion all nodded in agreement.

Zhao Wuji will not be timid, as soon as the Thunder Thirteen Swords come out, there is an aura of thunder falling from the sky, no matter how many phantoms your poplar tree changes, they will all be wiped out!

With his mind decided, Zhao Wuji's eyes became extremely sharp, his arm shook, and the long sword stabbed out.

The first sword!

Second sword!

The third sword!

The three swords stabbed and stabbed the phantom of the poplar, but they almost passed by the poplar's body.

Fourth sword!

The Fifth Sword!

Sixth Sword!

The poplar tree could not avoid it, and it resisted with branches, and the soul power of its whole body was shaken and stirred.

The Seventh Sword!

The Eighth Sword!

At the time of the ninth sword, Yang Shu finally couldn't resist it, and poured a large amount of soul power into the branches, throwing it at Zhao Wuji fiercely. This interrupted Zhao Wuji's attack, and Yang Shu hurriedly turned his fingers into swords with both hands, and went towards Zhao Wuji.

"God Finger Sword!"

Immediately, two sword qi shot out from Yang Shu's fingertips and rushed towards Zhao Wuji's shoulders.

Pong!

Zhao Wuji held his sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the sword qi, and at this time, the poplar tree was already approaching, and a set of "phantom palms" hit Zhao Wuji's blade.

Syllable!

Zhao Wuji's body was shocked, and he was shocked back a few steps, he knew that Yang Shu's counterattack was not over, and he used the Phantom Palm just for the next attack.

He didn't even look at the poplar tree that came out of his palm, and knew that he had changed his bearing, so he closed his eyes and moved his ears, so that he searched the poplar's direction not by looking, but by hearing.

His eyes snapped open, and he had already judged that the poplar tree appeared behind him, and immediately changed to holding the sword in his backhand, and stabbed it from the bottom of his arm to the back. He didn't even turn around, and the tenth sword was already pierced!

And Yang Shu's divine finger sword was also rapidly pointing at the back of Zhao Wuji's neck.

In a flash of lightning, Zhao Wuji's sword slammed directly into Yang Shu's fingers.

Syllable!

The soul power was strongly squeezed and exploded, Zhao Wuji was shocked to the ground, and the poplar tree was also shocked out, falling on the field in a parabola, and both of them were shocked, and they were even up and down.

Before you know it, there has been silence off the field for a long time, and everyone is holding their breath and watching the duel between these two geniuses.

Fast, exciting.

The two who fell also stood up immediately, and although they did their best, neither of them had the intent to kill, so they did not suffer internal injuries, just a slight shock.

"Happy...... You caught my ten swords, and three more swords, and come on!" Zhao Wuji became more and more courageous the more he fought, the sternness on his face had turned into excitement, and he looked at the poplar with excitement like an Orion looking at its prey.

Yang Shu said sharply: "Accompany you to the end!"

A chair flew out of the gazebo and landed between Yang Shu and Zhao Wuji, smashing to pieces.

At the same time, there was a high drink in the gazebo. "Stop it!"

"That's it, you all come to the Qingfeng Hall with me!"

At the end, he added: "Qin Ling, your family is here!"

Yang Shu and Zhao Wuji had to stop, because it was Zhao Cheng who made that sound.

The Seifuden is located in the inner courtyard, but at the junction with the outer courtyard. The direct line of the Zhao family can also enter the Qingfeng Hall directly from the outer courtyard, and then enter the inner courtyard from the side door of the Qingfeng Palace. This is the place where Zhao Cheng meets guests, and he basically discusses things with his sons.

Calling Qinling's family to come, it was obvious that Zhao Cheng had something important to decide.

The Qingfeng Hall faces south from the north, and on the main seat on the north side is a large chair with a tiger head, spread with a mat made of agate and jade. Two rows of smaller chairs spread out below. Zhao Cheng sat on the tiger head chair, which added to the momentum of the head of the family.

When the four members of the Qinling family walked into the main hall with the monkey Xiaolong, Zhao Cheng and his three sons Zhao Yin, Zhao Tong, and Zhao Tie had already sat down, and juniors like Zhao Wuji and Zhao Youjing were all standing behind the elders. A circle of servants was only leaning against the wall, and Qiu Er was among them, but at this time, he was worried in his heart, and he didn't know if Yang Fan would hold on to the gambling contract and let Zhao Cheng drive him out of the Zhao family.

Qin Ling stood in the middle of the hall facing Zhao Cheng, and led his children to bow to the head of the family.

The Zhao family is different from the Liu family, the servants of the Liu family have to kneel and bow when they see the head of the family, but the Zhao family does not have this rule. This shows that Zhao Cheng is an old man with enough self-confidence, and he does not need to increase his prestige by making others kneel down in this way.

Zhao Cheng was dressed in a light colored shirt, with a big red cloak tied on his back, his head was almost topped, only a little sparse white hair was left hanging down to both sides, he wore a delicate crown on his forehead, and a crane danced upward, just covering the hairless part, which seemed to be intentionally covering up a little.

At this time, except for the injured Zhao Wuxing, the direct members of the Zhao family are all in the Qingfeng Palace, but as far as the eye can see, Zhao Cheng is particularly conspicuous, and his gorgeous outfit is even more colorful than his little granddaughter Zhao Youxin.

"Brother Xiao Fan, this grandfather really loves beauty. Yang Ye pulled the corners of Yang Fan's sleeves and whispered.