Nebula calendar year 92612, February 39.

Vofes. Vofis River, a quadrangular section.

As the sky began to lighten, the dense mist that enveloped the River Ofes began to fade and dissipate little by little.

In the early morning, the Ofes River is like a beautiful picture laid between heaven and earth, gradually revealing its original face of 10,000 years of uniformity.

The grass and trees on both sides of the strait are green and new, and the morning birds are chirping; The blue waves in the river are rippling, and the sound of the waves is faint.

In the mist that gradually faded, a large single-plank boat with simple carving and majestic momentum quietly appeared.

As the oars of the big boat paddled one by one, the clear blue water was crushed, and the sound of "la-la-la" water was released, breaking the tranquility unique to this beautiful picture.

At the bow of the great ship stood sixteen men, all of whom were silent and silent.

The ship's mast broke through the mist and was exposed.

At the top of the mast, a flag flutters in the wind, with three big characters of "Xiangshan Society" written on it.

The sixteen people on the big ship were Wu Suo, the president of the Xiangshan Society, the three elders of the Xiangshan Society, and the twelve elders of the Xiangshan Council.

The ship moved more and more slowly.

Finally, as they were about to reach the middle of the river, the big boat stopped.

On the other side, three hundred meters away from the big ship, in the swirling mist, a large single-plank boat with simple carving and majestic momentum also appeared.

The great ship remained motionless, flickering and flickering, as if it had been waiting there for a long time.

The morning breeze blew, lifting the dense mist of water on the river, revealing the mast of the great ship and the flag on top of it.

It is the Yanhuang Dragon Banner of the Chinese Association.

At this time, the morning breeze is blowing, and the Yellow Dragon Flag of China Huiyan is fluttering in the wind, like a burning flame, and the golden dragon on the flag flickers in the flames, constantly churning.

At the bow of the big ship of the Chinese Society, there are seventeen people standing tall, all of them are as immobile as a mountain, and the momentum is magnificent.

These 17 people are the president of the Chinese Association, Feng Lei, the five elders of the Chinese Conference Council, the ten elders of the Chinese Council Counselor's Group, and Ying Er.

Two large canoes, one east and one west, three hundred meters apart, lay in the middle of the Ofes River, as if they were still.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The mist is getting lighter and lighter.

The people on the two large ships could already see each other clearly.

"A gentleman has a saying, and heaven and earth are a lesson!" At a certain moment, in the faint sound of the waves, the deep voice of the president of the Xiangshan Association, Wu Suo, sounded, completely breaking the tranquility of the Quartet section of the Wofes River.

"Do what you say, no complaints, no regrets!" Three seconds later, the tired voice of the president of the Chinese Association sounded again, and the voice was sonorous and awe-inspiring.

"Let's get started!" Uso, the president of the Fragrant Hills Association, took a step to the side.

"Let's get started!" The president of the Chinese Association, Feng Lei, also took a step to the side.

The two sides did not communicate much, it was simple and direct.

After this, Shankly, the elder of the Xiangshan Council, stepped out from behind Uso, walked slowly, step by step, past the bow of the boat, and stepped into the void.

On the side of the Chinese Association, Ye Feihua, the elder of the Chinese Conference, walked calmly and walked out from behind the tired wind.

The candidates for the duel and the order of the duel have been drawn up beforehand.

In the first round, the Xiangshan Club was played by the elder Shankley, who was in the third small stage of the Yuan Infant Period.

Shankly is the best of the young generation of the Fragrant Hills Club, and he is also one of the pillars of the Fragrant Hills Club, representing the future of the Fragrant Hills Club.

On the side of the Chinese Association, after some selection, they finally chose to let Ye Feihua fight.

Whether it's identity or rank, both sides are enough to match.

Ye Feihua and Shankly walked in the opposite direction, getting closer and closer.

In the end, when Ye Feihua and Shankley were only ten meters away from each other, they stopped at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other, standing in the wind, both arrogant and high-spirited.

"Please!" After confronting each other for a while, Shankly smiled slightly and owed Ye Feihua.

"You please!" Ye Feihua also smiled and bowed slightly.

Prior to this, the Xiangshan Society naturally did an investigation on Ye Feihua and knew that Ye Feihua was the No. 3 person in the Chinese Society, outstanding and extraordinary.

Shankley's eyes were staring at Ye Feihua, the smile in the corners of his eyes slowly faded, and his face became more solemn than ever.

"That being the case, the contemptible people are the first to be respected! Offended! After a while, Shankly suddenly let out a low sigh, waved his right hand, pulled out a long sword, and then his body swayed, as fast as a streamer, sliding straight towards Ye Feihua, the front finger of the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was golden, and it pierced Ye Feihua's heart.

Shankley was so fast that he even left an afterimage in the void where he had been.

But in the blink of an eye, Shankly slid over a distance of ten meters and arrived in front of Ye Feihua.

Ye Feihua's expression was calm and motionless, as if she was ignoring Shankly's lightning strike.

When Shankly's long sword stabbed three inches in front of his heart, Ye Feihua looked at the front of his eyes, did not look at the long sword, and his body was only on one side, so he easily avoided it.

Shankly's forward sliding momentum remained unchanged, his wrist flicked, the tip of the sword sank, changed to a thorn, from the bottom up, and backhanded Ye Feihua's chest.

Ye Feihua's feet did not move, and her body leaned back.

The tip of Shankly's long sword turned into a cold star, sticking to Ye Feihua's breastplate, and swept over.

In the midst of lightning and fire, Ye Feihua easily avoided the second sword that Shankly was determined to get.

At this time, Shankly had already slid in front of Ye Feihua.

Shankly swirled, and the long sword in his hand drew an arc, as fast as lightning, and stabbed at Ye Feihua again.

Ye Feihua's feet seemed to be nailed to the void, still unmoving.

Seeing the long sword stabbing at her, Ye Feihua's already leaning back body twisted slightly, and her chest was close to the tip of Shankly's long sword, staggering.

From approaching to misalignment, to maneuvering, it was only a matter of moments. At this moment, Shankly had already attacked Ye Feihua with three swords.

Then, Shanklee's sword walked with him, moving like a rabbit, and stabbed the fourth sword at Ye Feihua.

It has to be said that Shankly's speed is extremely fast.

However, the speed of leaf non-flowering is faster.

Ye Feihua's figure flashed, and she dodged lightly.

On the big ship of the Xiangshan Society, Uso, Ighalo, Desen, Manraga and others saw Shankly's agility and sword momentum, and there was a hint of approval in their eyes.

However, when Uso, Ighalo and the others saw that Ye Feihua was still standing in place, they were calm and relaxed, and they couldn't help but change their faces slightly.

Shankly stabbed the fourth sword, then stabbed the fifth and sixth swords in succession......

However, no matter how Shankly took out the sword, no matter how fast Shankly came out of the sword, Ye Feihua's feet were always nailed to the void, his body leaned forward and backward, swaying left and right, turning into a phantom that was fast and slow, like a tumbler dancing wildly, always able to easily avoid Shankly's long sword in an inch.

Shankly's attack frequency was extremely fast, but in just a few moments, he attacked Ye Feihua with forty swords in a row.

Two people attack one and one hides, seemingly unhurried and unhurried, but in fact it is tense and exciting, thrilling.

"Offended!" Just as Shankly stabbed out the forty-first sword, Ye Feihua let out a loud shout and pulled out the Chinese sword.

But I saw the knife flash, and then, it was gone.

Shankly suddenly stopped his attack, and the longsword that stabbed forward froze in the void, as if frozen.

After a long time, Shankley moved, and then, slowly, lowered his head.

The neckline of Shankley's leather armor has an extra "X" shaped opening.

Shankly stared at the cut of the blade, and his face turned pale in an instant.

After a long time, Shankley looked up.

"I'm losing!" Shankly said slowly.

Shankly looked at Ye Feihua with shock in his eyes.

"Agreed!" Ye Feihua bowed to Shankley, then put the knife into the sheath, turned around, and flew back to the big ship of the Chinese Society.

Shankly stood in the void, looking lonely, like a pine tree that had suddenly been drained of water and lost its vitality.

"Lord Shankly, your performance has been impeccable! Come back! Fragrant Hills will be proud of you! At this time, Uso's deep voice sounded.

Shankley froze when he heard this, and then slowly turned around.

It was only at this time that Uso, Ighalo, Desen, Manraga and others on the big ship of the Xiangshan Society saw the "X" shaped crack on Shankly's neckline and knew why Shankly had conceded defeat.