Although he is not from the same rivers and lakes as Dusk, it is difficult for the old man in Tsing Yi to turn a blind eye to the players who are in the first place in the force value of the Condor Rivers and Lakes and even the three major rivers and lakes.

Easily wandering among the thorny blades, the old man in Tsing Yi tried his best to save internal strength, relying on his own kendo realm and flexible body style, looking for flaws in the cooperation of everyone, and breaking the black-clothed people around him one by one.

Yu Guang paid attention to the young man on the opposite high ground, the old man in Tsing Yi had some doubts in his eyes, the last round of the preliminary round of the Condor Archery, the confrontation between dusk and hearing the wind and rain, he had studied it many times. In his opinion, if he is not on par with himself, and there is no suspense about losing in the hands of this young man, then with his current cultivation, he will definitely not be as good as the young man.

And, with the strength he showed in the preliminary round, the old man in Tsing Yi knew very well that this young man's realm in stick art had definitely already stepped into the realm of integration.

It's just that the old man in Tsing Yi doesn't understand why the young man no longer uses a stick now, but uses a sword that he doesn't seem to have used before, doesn't he understand the truth that he can't chew more than he can, or is it because there is no opponent in the world in the preliminary round, so that he has the illusion that any blade in his hand can easily reach the realm of stick law...

The old man in Tsing Yi obviously didn't understand the young man's thoughts, of course, Dusk didn't know that the old man in Tsing Yi still had the leisure to pay attention to himself, and after struggling for a while, Dusk finally chose to use the sword to break the game, after all, even if it was a long sword, he still had a killer weapon to use.

"Bang..."

After the storm repelled a round of attacks, he felt that because of the confrontation situation, the opponent's almost condensed blood and killing intent, the twilight, which was a little panting, finally sighed lightly, and the long sword waved at will, and his body stood proudly.

The momentum slipped down leisurely, and the qi around him also flowed back into the body of dusk, and after looking at the surrounding accumulation of strength with an indifferent face, the black-clothed man who attacked again raised the corners of his mouth, and a wisp of light arc of wind and clouds quietly bloomed.

"Did you give up, or did you say..." Tightly frowning into a ball, Xuanhua's head was slightly raised, and he looked at the young man who seemed to have changed into a person in the field with a little fear.

The face was cold and unfluctuating, the killing intent overflowed and condensed into one, and the blade in the hand of the man in black flashed with a little chilling light, once again attacking the key points around Dusk from all angles.

"Hmph..." The tip of his nose squeezed out a trace of cold snort, and in the face of the attacking blade at dusk, he did not directly repel the attack as before, nor did he dodge with his own body skills, but when the blade was almost close to the body, his body twisted slightly, and the long sword in his hand seemed to have no strength to outline around at will, and a faint wisp of pale golden flow flashed, floating in the cold forest-like blade...

"Ding Ding Ding..."

A crisp voice resounded in the field, looking at the sudden situation in the field in disbelief, Xuanhua opened his mouth slightly, his eyes protruded, staring at the young man, and lost his mind for a long time...

"How is that possible!" The old man in Tsing Yi, who had been paying attention to the young man, was also shocked, his wrist shook, his swordsmanship was slightly chaotic, and he was almost injured by the man in black who was not affected in the slightest.

"yes, how is that possible!" As if hearing the exclamation of the old man in Tsing Yi who was in a hurry, Dusk smiled with his eyebrows, walked through the gap between the black-clothed people, looked at Xuanhua with a dull face, and laughed softly.

The face was still cold, but in the originally lifeless eyes, there was a wisp of unfamiliar fear, around the body at dusk, the dozen or so black-clothed people who jointly attacked, all clutched their wrists at this moment, wisps of bright red liquid, slowly flowing out of their fingers, sliding slowly, drop by drop, dripping on the ground, shattering on the messy blade...

In just a split second, the young man easily broke through the siege of the group of black-clothed people who had caused him a lot of pressure just now, as if just now, in the formation, the momentum and cooperation of everyone gathered together were already difficult to suppress the young man who had barely used his internal strength.

Gently raised the long sword in his hand, blew the blood droplets on the sword body at dusk, twisted his neck, and the clothes around him were windless and automatic, looking particularly handsome and elegant.

"Hehe..." Feeling the fluctuations of internal strength on the opposite high ground, the old man in Tsing Yi stabilized the situation and hid the surprise in his eyes, smiled bitterly, and was helpless. When is it, this young man has not forgotten to pretend to be forced, and he uses his internal strength to move his clothes to create an ethereal posture, which is really extravagant!

"Kill!" It may be that the young man's calm expression made the killing intent in the hearts of the black-clothed people even more turbulent, and while the few people who lost their combat effectiveness covered their wrists and retreated, they only heard a low cry from Qi Shushu, and between the staggered figures, another group of people took their place and attacked the young man.

"Rub, you can't pretend to be quiet!" Seeing that his one move to break the enemy did not deter this group of black-clothed people who were not afraid of death, Dusk complained in his heart, his body flashed and fluttered, and in the chaos of the afterimages, there was a sound of "ding", and one by one the blades fell under the young man's sword, and the blood flowers bloomed under the sunset, which was particularly gorgeous...

Xuan Tong and Xuan Hua finally ran away, and when they saw that the situation was not good, and the young man could easily break the formation with a long sword without spending much internal strength, the two knew that this siege was already difficult to gain anything.

Regardless of the life and death of their subordinates, the two who lost their victory did not drag the mud and water at all, and fled away in a dignified manner. As soon as the leader withdrew, the man in black, who had been indomitable and going forward one after another, could only turn into birds and beasts and scatter away under the strength that Dusk and the old man in Tsing Yi could say to crush, leaving only the corpses in one place and the blades scattered on the high ground.

The sun sinks in the west, leisurely falling in the sea, and the night slowly opens, enveloping the entire barren mountain island, and burying dozens of corpses in the black on the two highlands little by little.

found a place to rest, and just lay down comfortably on the stone at dusk, the old man in Tsing Yi, who had fought side by side with dusk, followed.

"Huang Shaoxia, I have admired my name for a long time!" Arching his hand to the young man who was looking at him strangely, the old man in Tsing Yi squeezed out a smile on his face, and said something that was not nutritious: "When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary!" ”

Although he didn't want to get up, but with the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, Dusk immediately sat up and saluted back: "The old gentleman is polite, the meeting is fate, and I don't know the old gentleman's name!" ”

"Tsing Yi Jiangshan!" Tsing Yi Jiangshan said with a smile.

"Tsing Yi Jiangshan, good name!" Raising his eyebrows, Dusk opened his mouth to praise it, but he felt that the name seemed a little familiar in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, Dusk was suddenly stunned, and after looking at the old man in Tsing Yi seriously for a while, he asked uncertainly: "You are the Sword Emperor, one of the three emperors of the Immortal Court, and the country of Tsing Yi..."