Su Xiuxiu didn't dare to be negligent, she went all out, her soft waist danced, the beautiful butterflies began to dance, and the killing machine gradually gathered.

The sword hanging by Ling Junwu's side slowly raised, and the pace under his feet changed, unpredictable and unpredictable.

The figures of the two are intertwined, Ling Junwu's swordsmanship is extremely similar to Su Xiuxiu's, not only that, but his sword moves are even more wonderful than Su Xiuxiu's.

"Could it be that he just learned the swordsmanship of the 'Butterfly Lady'? That's impossible! ”

"Nope! And that's not all! A senior in the rivers and lakes had a stern expression, "He didn't learn it, but changed his swordsmanship to be more subtle, genius!" No, this is a genius like no other in the world! ”

Ling Junwu held the dazzling sword flower, and with a sword picked up the sword in Su Xiuxiu's hand, the sword brushed past the beautiful cheek, and a few strands of hair floated in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"'Butterfly Lady' Su Xiuxiu, really deserves her reputation!" When he staggered by, the intoxicating male voice sounded in the delicate ear.

Su Xiuxiu's face turned white at first, and then there was a flush on her face immediately, she turned her head and glared at the extremely handsome man behind her in shame, twisted her waist and flew off the stage, and disappeared immediately after entering the crowd.

Ling Junwu challenged dozens of masters of the younger generation of the rivers and lakes one after another, and each of them won with extremely exciting and amazing means, and everyone was impressed, such a ghostly talent, there is no second person in the world.

The breath remained unchanged, Ling Junwu still looked at ease, and said to the seniors in the rivers and lakes: "Ask a few people for a lesson or two!" ”

There was a calm in the crowd, and no one dared to say that Ling Junwu was beyond his strength, and no one dared to despise him.

"Good! Let the old man come to meet the young man for a while, it is a great blessing for the rivers and lakes to have such a handsome man on the rivers and lakes, the old man can see such a character as the young man in his lifetime, and he has no regrets in this life! ”

Ling Junwu smiled silently, his long sword was held horizontally in front of him, and his other hand made a gesture of please.

"Who is this old man?"

"Don't be rude!" A senior scolded the juniors around him, "This is a famous heroic 'compassionate old man'!" ”

The "compassionate old man" is a hero admired by most of the rivers and lakes a few decades ago, and he drew a sword to help each other when he saw injustice, and his martial arts were strong, and he once single-handedly single-handedly picked the four masters of the "Black Tiger Village" who did evil and harmed one party, as well as more than 100 disciples in the village.

The people of the "Black Tiger Village" are ruthless, blocking the road and robbing, killing passers-by, and harming the township, all kinds of evil, but the "Black Tiger Village" is in a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the government can't help him, which really suffers the people on this side.

Since the "merciful old man" has removed this great scourge, the people here have all offered tablets for it, burned incense day and night, and bowed night and night to thank this benefactor for his great kindness.

The two of them were already entangled together on the sword platform, the "compassionate old man" sword was fierce, with the courage of ten thousand people, and Ling Junwu's swordsmanship was also extremely strong, and the two were at a stalemate for a while, and they were fighting equally.

The "Compassion Old Man" was horrified but also admired Ling Junwu who was competing with him, he could feel that the other party didn't seem to use all his strength, such a young person, his martial arts were so unfathomable, it was terrifying!

Ling Junwu clamped the sword that pierced his heart with two fingers, and sent the sword he was holding in his other hand to the opponent's vital point.

The tip of the sword was already close to the skin, and the eyes of the "merciful old man" glanced down, if the sword went any further, it would be able to pierce his throat.

"Shaoxia won!"

Ling Junwu put down his sword and smiled indifferently: "Offended!" ”

Now no one dares to compete with it anymore, after all, even the "compassionate old man" was defeated by the sword of this man who doesn't know the details.

"It seems that no one ......"

"I'm going to play with you!"

Ling Junwu looked at the man who walked towards him in a daze, his veil covered his face, his long posture, every trace of it touched his heart, and he muttered to himself: "Brother......"

Everyone looked at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise, no one knew when this person came here, their eyes were focused on Ling Huisheng, and they were extremely quiet for a while, as if they were fascinated by this earthly and peerless demeanor.

Ling Huisheng approached Ling Junwu step by step, and finally stopped in front of the person who was frowning slightly on the other side and looking at him, the sword waved out, the tip of the sword picked up the smooth chin, and chuckled: "Junwu, brother is here to compete with you!" ”

"That brother wants to be merciful!" Ling Junwu smiled lightly and moved the sword away, approached his brother's ear, and didn't know what he said, Ling Huisheng sneered, and looked back at the past with ambiguous eyes.

Ling Junwu's sword suddenly stabbed out unexpectedly, but it was blocked without accident, making a crisp sound of "dang", the sword aura was awe-inspiring, and he looked at Ling Huisheng on the opposite side with full vigilance.

In the face of the brother who has personally taught him since he was a child, he will never dare to be careless, and he will strike first, as long as he can gain the upper hand first, he may still have a chance to win.

The swords of the two collided again, faster and faster, the sword shadows were heavy, and the figures of the two were almost invisible.

The people in the rivers and lakes were stunned by such a fierce battle, there is such a wonderful swordsmanship in this world, such a fast sword, rare in the world, since ancient times, there has never been such a person in the rivers and lakes, such a swordsmanship.

Neither of them used their spiritual power, and they competed one move at a time.

Ling Junwu's swordsmanship at this time was different from the previous few games, the move was ruthless, very sharp, a sweeping leg passed, and the sword stabbed out from the bottom to the top, this move was really damaging.

Ling Huisheng rolled over and landed behind Ling Junwu, kicking the opponent in the back of the heart, Ling Junwu rolled sideways to dodge, turned around and slashed out a sword, this time it looked a little wolf.

Ling Huisheng blocked a sword that slashed at him, his wrist reversed the sword and danced a beautiful sword flower, and the tip of the sword had already touched the skin of Ling Junwu's sword-holding hand between the picks and stabs, and seeing that this sword was bound to fly the opponent's sword.

Ling Junwu smiled lightly, moved his body sideways, clinging to the blade of the sword and crashing into his brother's arms, touching the thin waist ambiguously, and then withdrew.

The two stood opposite each other, and in this tense atmosphere, there was suddenly an indescribable flavor, and there was a-for-tat confrontation wrapped in the lingering.

Ling Junwu slowly raised his sword: "Brother, what reward will I have if I win?" With that, he raised his sword and attacked.

Ling Junwu's sword momentum has changed, becoming steady and vigorous, making people know at a glance that this person must have undergone countless hard training, this sword technique has no flaws in every move, people can't help but retreat, how can such a strong defense be broken? One move after another, endlessly, and no one present could catch such a dense attack without any respite.

The two of them fought for an unknown amount of time, and everyone was caught in this sword fight.

Ling Huisheng unexpectedly quickly made a move to restrain Ling Junwu's movements, and the two people who were extremely close to each other made a few moves, and then retreated backwards at the same time.

The sword slashed with an unstoppable momentum, the momentum was like a rainbow, if it was struck by this sword, I am afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Then Ling Junwu is going to lose!" This sentence suddenly popped up in everyone's hearts.

Ling Junwu suddenly panicked in his heart, the sword in his hand did not block, but retreated, and his other hand stretched out, and he actually caught the sharp sword with his bare hands, holding it tightly in his palm, but no blood flowed out.

"Ahh Everyone exclaimed in a short time, no one could have imagined that this Ling Junwu would have such a move.

Ling Huisheng's fingertips flowed out spiritual power, and it hit Ling Junwu's body, and the powerful spiritual power rushed into his body, instantly sealing the spiritual power of his whole body, and the power seemed to be solidified in his body, and he could no longer mobilize a single bit.

Ling Junwu stiffened and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

Ling Huisheng took out his sword and put his backhand behind his back, and whispered in Ling Junwu's ear: "Don't think that I don't know what you have in mind when you go to see that Miss Xu, dare to tease your brother, you are not small." After speaking, he straightened up and glanced lightly, then turned to leave.

Ling Junwu looked at the back of the departing figure, and the voice that only he could hear came into his ears.

"Since it is in the human realm, in order for you to cultivate your mind and nature well, this spirit sealing technique will be unlocked for you when you return to the cultivation realm."

"Brother, that sword just now, isn't it going to cut off the sword that was given to me personally?" Ling Junwu's expression was a little gloomy, and he didn't answer Ling Huisheng's words.

"But even if it's ruined, what's the matter?"

"Fan Tie ......" clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, smiled bitterly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared at the back that made him distracted, and the sword in his hand came out of his hand and stabbed straight into his dear brother's vest.