On the sea, the wind and waves are like mountains, and the golden waves are overwhelming.

The figures of the purple-clothed marquis and the white-clothed man have long been gone, only the waves are rolling, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is like electricity.

There is always no shortage of magnificent scenes on the magnificent sea, but this situation is difficult to cause by nature, let alone manpower.

The martial arts cultivation of these two people has reached the pinnacle, reaching a point that is difficult for ordinary people to figure out.

In an instant, the sword qi dissipated, the waves gradually flattened, and the two figures, one purple and one white, stood in the golden waves, as if they were volleys of emptiness, like immortals outside the sky.

Suddenly, on the endless waves, there was a golden light.

The golden light flashed, like lightning and wind, and in an instant, the two of them attacked each other more than thirty times with the sword in their palms.

Suddenly, two more sword lights collided together, and a dragon roar came out, resounding through the sea and sky.

The huge waves rolled up, as if they were falling upside down, and when they calmed down again, there was only a lone white figure left on the entire sea.

The man in white held a sword in one hand and stood in the middle of the waves, and there was unimaginable loneliness in this situation.

But the purple clothes have disappeared.

The heroes on the shore, the people on the five-colored sailboats, seemed to have their throats stuffed into a boulder at this moment, and it was difficult to breathe.

This death is generally silent, and I don't know how long it lasts.

Qunhao was eclipsed, the tears of the girl on the boat fell, the little princess stood stunned, and the eyes that were enough to lose the color of another star also became dim.

Xia Yunmo looked at the sea from afar, he knew that the purple-clothed marquis would not die, let alone lose.

Sure enough, at this suffocating moment, a figure had already appeared in the waves, drenched, but his expression was still full of dignity and majesty, just like the mythical god of the sea, this person was the Marquis of Purple Clothes.

Under this surprise, the ship and the shore were strangely quiet.

Everyone became a fool, neither speaking nor moving, but their eyes were looking at the purple clothes as if they were looking at the gods, full of worship.

The man in white floated ashore, and the purple-clothed marquis also got on the boat.

The man in white faced the five-colored sailboat in the sunset, and said slowly: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world." ”

The purple-clothed Hou stood at the bow of the ship, with a solemn expression, and said: "Your Excellency's demeanor, you should be a model for the world's martial artists, and admire it below." ”

The man in white said: "If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose." Today's defeat is unforgettable, and after seven years, I should come again and wash away my shame. ”

After that, the man in white floated onto a small boat, and in the blink of an eye, there was no longer a figure.

On the shore of the ship, everyone knew that in today's battle, it was the Marquis of Ziyi who won.

Immediately, everyone let out cheers, which shook the earth. Cheers filled the shore of the sea, and people were almost crazy.

Some people were originally enemies, but they also laughed together at the moment, chanting in unison "Long live the Hou Ye, long live the purple-clothed Hou...... The old grudges seem to have been washed clean.

This joy belongs to the martial arts colleagues in the world, and everyone can share the taste of this victory.

It's just that no one noticed that when the man in white was in the waves far away, he suddenly turned his head, and the whole person exuded the momentum of a sword and a sharp edge, and the place where his gaze was was actually a five-colored sailboat.

He only glanced at it, then turned back and disappeared completely from the sea.

The martial arts heroes cheered, everyone was very excited, and they witnessed a martial arts event. They no longer put the man in white in their eyes, as long as there is a purple-clothed marquis, Wulin will not be able to turn up a prodigal son.

They asked the Purple Marquis to say a few words, but they didn't notice that the Purple Marquis's face was abnormal, his face was heavy, and there was no joy on his face.

Ziyihou's eyes flashed, and he finally said slowly: "You are so gracious, it really makes you ashamed, it's just ......"

Whoever talked, before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was unstable.

It turned out that although the Purple Marquis won half a move in the ancient Dayu's "Demon Suppression Sword Technique", he still couldn't hurt the man in white.

He used ninety-seven kinds of swordsmanship, and more than half of his true power had been consumed, but instead he was shattered by the true power on the sword of the man in white.

And the reason why he said that the demeanor of the man in white is unparalleled, and he is a model for the world's martial artists.

It's because the man in white only needs to be a little cheeky, and if he strikes again, the purple-clothed marquis will be able to return to the west by himself.

The heroes looked at each other, the sea breeze gusted, and there was a dead silence on the sea.

The purple-clothed marquis turned around, walked into the cabin, and disappeared.

Qunhao watched his figure disappear from the bow of the ship, and couldn't help but feel sad, no one could have imagined that after such a huge victory, it would be such a huge sacrifice.

No one spoke, and Qunhao sat on the beach together, black and oppressive.

They sat on the seashore stupidly, looking at the five-colored sailboat, as if looking at the holy place in their hearts.

It's a pity that the sunset gradually sets into the sea, the sky and the earth become darker and darker, and the five-colored sailboat also loses its splendor.

In the cabin, the maid brought rain in the pear blossoms, and the tears of the little princess fell like pearls.

This atmosphere of grief became more and more evident in the cabin.

Ziyihou sat in front of the chessboard, the hand holding the chess piece was trembling slightly, and finally, the chess piece slipped from Ziyihou's hand and fell to the ground.

Who would dare to believe that the purple waiter, who was invincible in the world yesterday, couldn't even hold a chess piece at this time.

Ziyi Hou sighed: "Brother Xia, it seems that this game of chess is difficult to finish. ”

Xia Yunmo said: "If Master Hou wants to finish, he will naturally be able to." ”

Ziyi Hou smiled bitterly, took out a strange-shaped key from his arms, and said: "There are one hundred and ninety-three secret secrets in the world hidden in my study, and only this can be opened, Brother Xia...... You ......"

Xia Yunmo smiled and said: "I've read all the cheats, it's better for you to keep it yourself, if you die, it will also be passed on to that girl, or your apprentice." ”

Ziyihou wanted to say more, but Xia Yunmo's hand was on Ziyihou's shoulder.

A strange energy spread from Xia Yunmo's palm to Ziyihou's body.

Ziyi Hou was surprised: "Brother Xia, you are ......"

Xia Yunmo said with a smile: "As a swordsman, dying under the sword can be regarded as a well-deserved death." But Master Hou is now in full bloom, and that little ghost dares to catch you? ”

The rest of the people watched as Ziyihou's face gradually turned back, and the tears on their faces were not wiped away, but they showed a bright smile again.

It turned out that when Xia Yunmo once fought with Ziyihou, he injected a "Rama Internal Strength" into his body.

Rama's internal strength has the effect of making up for the defects, and at the critical moment, he protects the heart of the Hou Ye.

And now, Xia Yunmo is not only proficient in Rama's internal skills, but also created his own "sentient being". Although Ziyi Hou couldn't recover immediately, it was okay to save his life.