The two finally came to their destination, on Qingxue Peak, the inner three floors, and the outer three floors were crowded with people. He Yuanlong led Xu Yongzheng to the two beautiful sword servants in front of him, the sword servants turned sideways slightly, and He Yuanlong sat on the seat.

"Okay, this brute word trick is used very cleverly, not only to shock back the opposite side, to defend the middle and lead the attack, but also to seize back a point of opportunity, worthy of being a person in the sword curtain. Not far behind Xu Yongzheng, a swordsman exclaimed.

"Not only that, but just now his dodge method just avoided the sword style on the opposite side. ”

"Good. Soon after, the crowd erupted in cheers.

It turned out that the man in the sword curtain was forced back by his opponent, the yellow-clothed swordsman, four or five steps.

He Yuanlong grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his pocket with one hand, turned his head and smiled at Xu Yongzheng and asked, "Brother Wuwei, what do you think of this competition?"

Xu Yongzheng looked at the two swordsmen who were fighting together again and again, and he probably knew the rules of this sword in his heart. The swordsman from the sword curtain is heavy sword technique, and the yellow-clothed swordsman is heavy sword qi, but the sword qi that he has just emitted is already what he has tried his best to do, and it is not easy to force the sword curtain swordsman back four or five steps. And at this moment, the sword curtain swordsman approached again, and the yellow-clothed swordsman had to resist the enemy in front of him, and there seemed to be no sign of victory or defeat.

Xu Yongzheng also smiled and said, "Gongzi He already has an answer, why bother to ask me?"

"I don't have an answer, Brother Wuwei, you can talk to me well. ”

In the blink of an eye, another fierce sword aura shot out from the yellow-clothed swordsman, and the corner of the swordsman's clothes in the sword curtain was cut off a small bit.

"Yellow swordsman, come on. ”

"The yellow-clothed swordsman, rub the sharp energy of the sword curtain," the crowd erupted in cheers that were even more intense than just now, all cheering for the yellow-clothed swordsman.

"Three moves, if you don't make three moves, the yellow-clothed swordsman will be defeated. ”

"I think the Yellow Swordsman has a lot of supporters, and he seems to be in a good situation. He Yuanlong pinched two or three melon seeds at random and put them in his mouth.

Xu Yongzheng heard some rumbling cheers behind him and shook his head. I don't know if these people think of the yellow-clothed swordsman as themselves, or if they have been dissatisfied with the sword curtain for a long time, so they will cheer for the yellow-clothed swordsman so hard. The yellow-clothed swordsman was clearly an unknown person, and he also earned everyone's attention at this time.

"It seems that the situation is very good, but in fact it is the end of the crossbow. Fang Cai's two sword qi were already all his strength. Playing his best without leaving any wounds on his opponent, he is afraid that he will lose cleanly. ”

Sure enough, the swordsman of the sword curtain was full of energy, approached again, and a sword shook up dust, and then a move entangled the yellow-clothed swordsman to entangle, and finally the yellow-clothed swordsman's sword fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, and the ordinary iron sword pointed at his nose.

The crowd suddenly became quiet, as if boiling hot water in a pot was splashed with cold water.

The yellow-clothed swordsman turned red, clenched his fists, and then arched his hand, picked up his saber and went down.

The man in the sword curtain put away the iron sword, moved his lips a few times, and then jumped off the stage in a dashing manner.

The yellow-clothed swordsman walked back to his division, and after a while, many people stepped forward to say hello. Or recruit, or raise the heart of friendship, or express admiration, or comfort him not to be discouraged. The yellow-clothed swordsman also responded with a smile, and did not lose the face of the person, and all the kindness of the other party.

The Sword Curtain disciples on the other side were relatively deserted. Only then did Xu Yongzheng notice that the place where the yellow-clothed swordsman was seemed to be opposite him. And on his side is where the man in the sword curtain is. As for the discussion he heard behind him, it was naturally from the mouth of the sword curtain.

It turns out that there are also noble and wealthy families in the sword faction, so it is so distinct.

"Unexpectedly, not only Qin Yuanlang's eyes are vicious, but Brother Wuwei is also as wise as a torch. He Yuanlong exclaimed.

"It's just luck, I can't count it. Xu Yongzheng said modestly.

He Yuanlong didn't say much, but looked at the fight seriously. Next, five more men entered the field, but only four fights were fought. One of them was a scramble between Kenmu's own people.

In the first three competitions, there is no need to say more, the person in the sword curtain won twice, won the glory, but lost once. The swordsman who lost the competition was even more unwilling, Xu Yongzheng looked at his age, but he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, quite immature.

The swordsman pouted before he got off the field, and he didn't leave with his hands all over, and after he got off the field, he burst into tears directly, and kept muttering that next time, I will definitely not lose, I will not lose. This caused the adults to laugh, and the swordsman who won him also smiled knowingly, saying that he was indeed a child.

Seeing this, He Yuanlong pursed his lips, clapped his palms, and dusted off the melon seed skin on his body.

After Xu Yongzheng saw the child come down, an elder beside him shook the sword in the child's hand, smiled and said a few words, which should be words of comfort. It took a long time for the child to stop crying.

The last fight was quite exciting, and it once again showed the world the authentic confidence of the world's swordsmanship.

Although the sword curtain is collectively referred to as the sword curtain to the outside world, there are also several major factions within it. Among them, there are two major factions with the most strength, one is Tang Ge Jianhao, and the other is Song Que Jianzong.

The relationship between the two is quite wonderful, and it can be said in two words.

One of the purple-clothed swordsmen was the first to stand up, and instead of looking at the seat opposite, he looked at the man in green not far from him.

"Brother Deyong, you and I have been raising swords here for a long time, if you don't make a move, I'm afraid you will be laughed at by the heroes of the world. ”

The green-clothed swordsman also stood up, the cloak on his head fluttered, his eyes were also looking at the sky in the distance, the corner of his mouth smiled, and he seemed to say contemptuously: "Brother Haoyan, it's not that I don't want to make a move, but in fact, there is no opponent of mine here." ”

As soon as these words came out, they offended many people.

Sure enough, there was a shout from the opposite side of the green-clothed swordsman.

"The person in this sword curtain is not very strong, but his tone is ......"

Although Xu Yongzheng's perception was keen, he couldn't find the person in the crowd. However, it seems that he should have been stopped by his fellow travelers.

"Well, why is he here too? Someone who knows the details of the green-clothed swordsman said.

"Who is he? Is he famous?"

"It's not just famous, it's just a big deal. The swordsman said with some disdain.

"The breeze is without a trace. ”

"The breeze is traceless, He Deyong. ”

There was a quick reaction from the crowd. Those who know are no longer angry, and those who are not informed are no longer clamoring.

The person behind the sword curtain didn't react much to what He Deyong said, which shows that He Deyong's strength is there.

The purple-clothed swordsman took his left hand, waved his right sleeve, and said: "There is no wind here, why don't you let the junior brother accompany Brother Deyong to practice the sword? ”

"In that case, Brother Haoyan, it's disrespectful. ”

The two of them spoke, as if they really didn't look at the swordsman on Qingxue Peak.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them stepped lightly, and a few leaps of joy stepped onto the stage, arriving almost at the same time.

He Yuanlong's expression was a little nervous, and his words became more. "This competition has to be seen, this Li Haoyan is the personal disciple of the master of Tang Ge's mansion, and his strength should not be underestimated. Conservative estimates are also among the swayers. ”

Not surprisingly, the result of this sword discussion was decided by the two of them. ”

Xu Yongzheng was a little curious, why did He Yuanlong deliberately skip He Deyong and not introduce him, looking at his expression, he seemed to care a little about the result of this competition, and Xu Yongzheng couldn't bear to disturb him.

"This He Deyong is the sword master from the Song Que Sword Sect, nicknamed Qingfeng Without a Trace, and his strength is so strong that he can enter the top ten of Fuyao. Xu Yongzheng heard bits and pieces of news from the crowd.

In the ring, Li Haoyan and He Deyong stood still, as if they had turned into stone sculptures.

The crowd slowly quieted down and held their breath.

The next moment, there was a gust of wind blowing on the top of the mountain, which was obviously windless. When everyone looked into the ring, they both had swords in their hands.

Xu Yongzheng's sword heart was clear, and he knew that the two had already fought once, and thought in his heart: This breeze without a trace really has some doorways.

He Deyong's iron sword had fallen silent.

Looking back, Li Haoyan's eyes were bright, he held a sword flower in his hand, arched his hand and said: "Brother Deyong, your skills are not reduced back then." ”