The silver light turned into a flying sword and flew in the air.

In the room, the silver shines immediately, sprinkled on all kinds of delicate utensils that decorate the flower hall, and it is like a glass light, dazzling!

"Good! Good swordsmanship! Wang's eyes lit up and he exclaimed loudly.

As soon as the purple-clothed marquis made a move, he was extraordinary.

His swordsmanship may not have the ethereal agility of the White Cloud City Lord, but there is a kind of ancient clumsiness in the sword momentum, as if it has existed since the barbarian era, covering the sky and overwhelming all directions!

With the change of his sword momentum, the majestic power like a mountain and a mountain immediately overwhelmed it, like a majestic giant peak piercing the sky, making the Milky Way fall down, and the infinite waves flew down from the nine heavens.

This is an extremely ancient sword technique!

As the first person under Fang today, at least in this world, the Purple Yi Marquis is a representative of the pedantic celestials, he is not only proficient in the exquisite sword techniques of various contemporary sects and sects, integrating the essence of hundreds of schools of thought, but also practicing many extinct martial arts for hundreds of years, thousands of years or even longer!

Later, the purple-clothed marquis fought with the white-clothed man on the coast of the East China Sea, and he couldn't even change ninety-seven kinds of swordsmanship to win the white-clothed man, and finally won half of the 'demon swordsmanship' created by the ancient Dayu when he controlled the water, and won a ten-year transition period for the Central Plains martial arts.

When did martial arts arise?

This is an incomprehensible question.

Dayu's water control is thousands of years ago, the time is too long, and some fragmentary historical records that have been handed down are closer to myths and legends.

Who can really explain what happened thousands of years ago? This demon swordsmanship may not have been created by Dayu. Maybe it's just far-fetched for posterity. But anyway. One thing is very clear -

Even if the demon swordsmanship is not from the hands of Dayu in ancient times, its origin is quite ancient, much older than any martial arts in the world.

Wang Dong does not have a preference for revering the past and suppressing the present, and will not think that the older things are, the better, but he will not go to the other extreme, taking it for granted that today's people are better than the ancients in an all-round way!

This demon subduing sword technique can become the killer weapon of the purple-clothed marquis, so as to defeat the man in white. There is no doubt about its wonders, especially after seeing it with his own eyes, Wang Dong is even more convinced.

Wang Dong couldn't help but think about this sword technique.

He has learned a lot of knowledge, and all kinds of exquisite martial arts are at his disposal, and the Marquis of Ziyi can already be called the best of a hundred schools, but compared to him, it can only be regarded as a small thing.

Although this demon swordsmanship is wonderful, it may not be able to go beyond the scope of what Wang Dong has learned, and whether it is wonderful or not, in fact, Wang Dong does not attach much importance to it.

What he values is the antiquity of the Demon Suppression Sword Technique, and he wants to trace back to the origin of this sword technique. Go back to the era before the great prosperity of martial arts, and deduce the trajectory of the development of martial arts in this world.

These thoughts are only in the minds of men. The king was not slow at all, and with a bend of his fingers, a camellia in the vase on the outer green table flew out with a 'whew', and fell into the palm of his fingers.

Wang Dong gently held the camellia, his posture was calm, not slow, his face was still smiling, his eyes were lowered, as if he was admiring the beauty of the camellia.

There was a slight solemnity on the face of the purple-clothed marquis, and then the offensive of the heavenly river turned into a boundless torrent, surging, but he could not break free from his control, and the torrent of waves had become a part of his sword momentum.

Wang Dong was still understated, the camellia between his fingers shook slightly, staining the wine glass in front of him, and there were a few more pearls on the petals, adding to the beauty.

With a slight wave, a few drops of pearls on the petals swished out, instantly merging into the torrent of Ziyihou's sword momentum.

Rumble!

The torrent of sword momentum immediately boiled, scattering and agitating, almost breaking free from the control of the purple-clothed marquis.

In the ancient barbarian era, the flood on the earth, Dayu should come out from time to time, govern the world's waterways, so that the flood returns, and now the sword of the purple marquis is the law that combs the waterway and regulates the flood.

The turbulent and turbulent angry waves in the 'torrent', the undulating undercurrent, and even the surging turns, directions, etc., all fell into the precise control of the purple-clothed marquis.

Neither one point nor one point can be subtracted, which has formed a general trend of harmony and unity.

Looking at the four seas, in today's world, there is almost no one who can crack this 'potential', even if the man in white can't come in person, the only way to fight against the purple-clothed marquis is to hit the tough move!

It's a pity that there is one more king in the world.

The pearl turned into a few drops of wine swished into the torrent of sword momentum, which instantly caused continuous changes, and the uncontrollable momentum of Ziyihou was integrated into these few drops of wine, and in an instant, a slight flaw suddenly appeared, and it was no longer seamless.

Even though the purple-clothed marquis was as firm as a rock, he couldn't help but have some slight waves at this time, he had tried his best to guess the other party's awesomeness, but the other party's just an understatement made the general trend created by his demon subduing sword technique flawed, which still exceeded his expectations.

The other party is obviously much more clever than he expected!

Although the purple-clothed marquis was surprised, he was not flustered, but he was happy to see the hunt, he had been invincible for decades, so that there was rarely blood surging, and now he met a master who couldn't even see through himself, but it inspired the battle spirit that had been silent in his heart for a long time.

He laughed out loud, and suddenly reached out to grab the shot, and the air flow was whirring and drumming, as if rolling up a hurricane, and the silver light that swirled in the air suddenly fell into his palm.

The purple-clothed marquis used one hand to transport two silver chopsticks, turning the sword into a void, changing the sword moves one after another, following Wang Dong's qi, and the endless cycle of sword momentum shrouded the past layer by layer.

As long as there is the slightest crack in Wang's qi machine and stagnates, the silver chopsticks in the palm of the purple-clothed marquis will turn into the most dangerous divine weapon in the world and kill it.

But the Purple Marquis was disappointed.

He and the sword momentum became one, and through the ever-changing sword momentum, he clearly felt that Wang Dong's qi machine was empty, as if it was a deep void, and it was like an endless abyss, which could not be glimpsed.

What made him especially uncomfortable was that at the same time as his sword momentum changed, the camellia in Wang's hand was also swaying leisurely, as if moving with the breeze, swaying, and the light fragrance lingered in the room.

But in Ziyihou's feelings, every petal, leaf and even branch of this camellia turned into a Dao sword, and with the air current, it pointed directly at the transformation of his sword moves.

On the right side of the flower hall, behind a screen carved with all kinds of strange beasts and mountain and sea scenery, the little princess covered her small mouth, her eyes widened, and her delicate little face was full of disbelief at this unsightly sword fight in the hall. (To be continued......) I1292