"I haven't fought with Brother Li a few times, it's really a pity, it's a good day today, why don't you try it to help Yaxing?" Wang Kun couldn't wait and took the lead in challenging Li Rong.

Wang Xu's face sank, and he sighed in his heart, "My son is still unwilling, but the result is likely to be self-inflicted." ”

However, Wang Xu did not stop it, and it was good to let Wang Kun learn some lessons, so as not to be self-righteous when he was trapped in this place in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Cousin, you're not anyone's opponent, so let me come!" Lu Ying shouted.

Wang Kun was so angry that he almost spurted blood, did he bury himself like this? He said to Li Rong angrily, "Don't Brother Li dare? ”

"I want to learn the Heavenly Martial Sword a long time ago, how can I not want to?" Li Rong said, stood up, and followed Wang Kun down the hall.

"Young people have a lot of firepower and courage." Liu Xuan said.

"It's a big deal," Wang Xu said softly.

Everyone followed Wang Kun and Li Rong to the courtyard.

At this time, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the courtyard is still full of evergreen trees, which makes people feel full of vitality.

Wang Kun didn't choose the martial arts arena in the backyard, so he made a move in the front yard, jumped up, stood on the east side of the courtyard, drew a glittering blue sword, and pointed it at Li Rong.

Li Rong slowly walked to the opposite side of Wang Kun, and the dragon yin knife came out of its sheath, urging the sword qi to resist Wang Kun's breath in the air.

"Townsman's head!" Wang Kun came up with the stunt of "Zhenshen Head", trying to gain an advantage and strike first.

The long sword spilled out all over the sky, attacking Li Rong along the trajectory of Xuan Ao.

Having seen Wang Kun's swordsmanship once, Li Rong was not timid, the dragon yin knife shook, the sword light flashed, turning into countless wind blades, and the vacuum sword qi cut through the air, forming a formation composed of sword light, enveloping himself in it and blocking the attack of the sword qi.

"In vain!" Li Rong said in his heart.

After seeing Wang Xu's "Heavenly Machine Martial Sword", Li Rong felt that Wang Kun was too bad, and he didn't get the essence of the "Heavenly Machine Martial Sword" at all.

Wang Xu shook his head thoughtfully, and sighed again in his heart.

The most important essence of "Tianji Martial Sword" is not the complex and dazzling swordsmanship, but the kind of state of mind that is high in the starry sky and penetrates the mysteries.

Dozens of hundreds of sword qi were sent out in a row, hitting Li Rong's fine sword net, and they returned in vain, making Wang Kun a little discouraged, as if his stunt was useless at all.

Seeing that Wang Kun still hadn't changed his sword style, it was Li Rong's turn to fight back.

As soon as the knife technique changed, an inaudible whistling sound suddenly became louder.

The true qi of the rigid and soft Tongji was injected into the blade and the undulating knife holes on it, and for a while, the dragon yin knife let out an earth-shattering roar, echoing in the courtyard.

A sound wave crossed the air and directly hit the side of Wang Kun's ear, ignoring his body-protecting true qi and rushing into his body.

Wang Kun only felt that the qi and blood all over his body were actually affected by the sound waves, as if he had been hit by a spell and boiled with the sound, slow or urgent, the true qi that was originally like an arm and fingers became unruly, and then his body had the urge to dance with the sound.

Under the circumstance that the true qi was affected, the law was rigorous, and the sword qi of the mysterious trajectory had a slight deviation, and the strength and true qi were invisibly weakened, and they were beaten to pieces by the ensuing sword qi giant net.

There were also a few wisps of sword qi that rushed through Wang Kun's sword net, sprinkled on his body, slashed at the body protection true qi, broke the true qi, and the aftermath fell on his body, causing the gorgeous brocade clothes to tear open several cracks that were more than a foot long, revealing a faint blood mark on the surface of his body.

Wang Xu's displeasure came spontaneously, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed of his son, or complained that Li Rong had broken his son's face.

"Kun'er has never seen the Xuanyin Magic Sword, and it is reasonable to deal with it." Liu Xuan said.

"It's not a reason to fail if I haven't seen it, he can't even maintain his own state of mind, how can he talk about victory, is my Wang family's Tianji Martial Sword not as good as the Xuanyin Sword?" Wang Xu said slightly angrily.

Wang Ke next to him was dumbfounded, his brother has always been his idol, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, his cultivation is profound, and he has beaten all the invincible opponents of the same level, but in front of Li Rong, he seems vulnerable, both of them are sixth-order masters, and the swordsmanship they have learned is also extraordinary, how can there be such a big gap in the battle situation?

Of course, Li Rong's sword whistle rushed into Wang Ke's ears, making him also feel the power of the sound attack of the "Xuanyin Wonderful Sword".

Here, Lu Ying secretly lucked her true qi, smoothed her qi and blood agitation, a look of appreciation flashed in her eyes, and the double knives in her sleeves couldn't help but tremble, "This is a rare opponent." ”

"Stupid, don't you know how to use the mysterious state of mind to fight against the sound attack?" Wang Xu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and secretly used the voice to guide his son, so as not to lose too badly.

When Wang Kun heard his father's transmission, he instantly diluted Li Rong's sound waves, calmed down his true qi, and quickly followed his father's instructions to make his mind enter the realm of seclusion and regain control of his true qi.

Just suppressing his own true qi was not enough to defeat the enemy, in the face of the surging sword qi, Wang Kun's long sword danced lightly, and countless slender sword qi were pulled out in the air, crisscrossing and crisscrossing like a chessboard, forming a large net of sword qi, and at the same time, his body stepped backwards and retreated more than a zhang.

"Tianji Martial Sword, Jinjing Column", Wang Kun's style of swordsmanship shows the power of the Tianji Martial Sword, and the defense is strict and dense. The highest realm of this style is the nineteen vertical and horizontal realms, and in terms of Wang Kun's current strength, he can only trigger eleven sword qi in one breath.

Wang Kun, who had recovered his state of mind, stood on the defensive, took defense as the offense, and weaved a tight sword net, so that he blocked Li Rong's fierce attack and temporarily stabilized the formation.

"This style alone is not enough," Li Rong said in his heart, the dragon sword flashed, and the sword light in the sky shrank into a point like a milk swallow returning to its nest, and at the same time, the noisy courtyard sound suddenly disappeared, and all gathered on the knife.

Li Rong's right foot was a little, his footsteps slipped, his body was like a swimming fish swinging his tail, which led to the movement of the sword net, and the golden dragon on the back of the knife spit out a golden air flow from his mouth under the urging of the true qi, mixed in the true qi, and easily tore open Wang Kun's sword net and slammed it towards his chest.

"Inverted curtain," Wang Kun's body was like a willow, and he stepped on seven steps in a row along the direction of the Big Dipper, and the long sword in his hand quickly pointed out dozens of sword qi, like a moth to a fire, and constantly crashed into the stabbing dragon sword, forming an endless pearl curtain.

Li Rong only felt that the Dragon Yin Knife in his hand touched a little bit of sword qi, and the sword qi actually began to dissolve, and there was an indescribable gravity hidden in the sword qi, which made the Dragon Yin Knife a lot heavier for a while, and involuntarily deviated from the direction.

It was the first time for Li Rong to encounter such a strange swordsmanship, and he sighed in his heart that the miracle of the "Heavenly Machine Martial Sword" was indeed worthy of its name, and it was well deserved to be ranked among the two famous swords of the Southern Dynasty back then.

"My cousin is defeated," Lu Ying shook her head and sighed.

Although Wang Kun's choice of retreat and swordsmanship are clever, they do not make up for the fact that he is at a disadvantage, and ordinary people may be confused by this exquisite swordsmanship, which will never include a top powerhouse like Li Rong.

The true qi of the dragon yin knife was shocked, like a long snake that was dormant stretched out, the sword qi was like a wheel, and the sword was flying, like a golden sun, shooting out countless rays of light.

The sword in the air is either virtual or real, or shocking, or silent, with the sound attack method of the dragon yin knife, Wang Kun is embarrassed and tired to deal with.

With a "bang", Li Rong slashed Wang Kun and his sword back a few meters away with a knife and hit the wall.

The grizzled Wang Kun stood up and looked at Li Rong coldly, his eyes were about to erupt into flames, and he was about to step forward and continue to move.

Lu Ying snorted lightly, "Let me teach Brother Li's sword technique." ”

Lu Ying jumped in front of Wang Kun, her feather sleeves were lightly raised, and the crane-winged double knives were held in her hands, reflecting the noon sun, and the cold was dazzling.

"Crane Wing Twin Blades!" Li Rong said in a low voice, "I hope your Crane Wing Sword Technique won't disappoint me." ”

Wang Kun's swordsmanship is superb, but it doesn't actually bring him much pressure, the battle just now can't consume much of Li Rong's true qi, it can only be regarded as a warm-up, it depends on whether the "demon sword" Lu Ying in front of him can bring him a little surprise like the "Heavenly Wolf" Jiang Cheng.

"Offended!" Lu Yingyu waved her hand lightly, and the two streamers staggered into a cross like lightning, and slashed towards Li Rong in the air.

Her body was like an elegant crane, with two knives as wings, she struck each other, and the cross-shaped sword light instantly slashed in front of Li Rong's eyes.

Li Rong slashed with his backhand, hitting the center of the cross knife.

With a "bang", the two of them each flew back a few steps to unload the anti-shock force.

Wang Kun reluctantly walked to his father Wang Xu's side several times, and apologized to his father in frustration.

"There is me outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, you brothers take a look at Li Rong and how Lu Ying fights, if you can gain something, you will not fail in vain." Wang Xu said.

Sometimes talent determines the fate of a person's life, and it is obvious that Wang Kun does not have that understanding in martial arts, and these things cannot be taught.

Lu Ying did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and stood there cautiously, with the left knife in front and the right knife behind, the tip of the knife pointed at Li Rong in front, destroying the true qi, blowing the silver shirt fluttering, like an immortal.

"I have a knife technique, called the lightning knife, eight slashes in a row, a total of eight eight and sixty-four slashes, if Miss Lu can go next, she will admit defeat calmly." Li Rong said loudly.