Huashan is famous for its steepness, and is a place where countless romantic talents, literati and writers embellish the pen, and in the rivers and lakes, Huashan also plays a role that cannot be ignored.

In the Condor Rivers and Lakes, Huashan, which is famous for its rivers and lakes together with the world's five uniques, is famous for its swords in the proud rivers and lakes.

After all, the Wuyue Sword Sect is a new faction in the rivers and lakes in recent decades, although whether it is the background or the strength of the sect, it is not as good as the two giants of Shaolin Wudang for the time being, but it has been fighting with the Sun and Moon Divine Sect for decades, and in the bloody rivers and lakes, the reputation of the Wuyue Sword Sect is no less than that of the Shaolin Wudang faction.

As a member of the Wuyue Sword Sect, the Huashan faction also shook the rivers and lakes and became the head of the five mountains, but the battle of sword qi made the Huashan faction decline rapidly.

It's pitiful to think about, a dignified Huashan faction, three or two kittens, not to mention such a hidden master as Feng Qingyang, except for Yue Buqun's realm reaching the peak of sword qi out of the body, Ning Nuxia barely stepped into the realm of leaving the body, and the rest of the disciples, from Ling Hu Chong down, plus the new entry Lin Pingzhi, are all a group of young people who have not yet grown up, if it weren't for Ling Hu Chong's blessing with the protagonist's aura, I'm afraid his limelight would have been stolen by Yi Xin, a top player who came from the blue blood rivers and lakes.

Green bamboo into a forest, Xiaoxiang like the sea, at the foot of Huashan.

"Brother faint, isn't it too rude to break in without telling me!" Looking up at the mountain gate of Huashan Sect, carrying a food box, the mouse was a little tangled.

"What's rude, don't forget that the two of us are still carrying the Wuyue chase and kill order, although there are not many disciples of the Huashan faction, but the number of players is not a lot, if you want to find trouble, and want to taste the taste of being surrounded and killed, I don't mind swaggering and visiting the door!" With two jars of wine in his hand, he smiled at dusk.

"Forget it, let's find Linghu Chong to catch up, so we don't have to be too formal!" Thinking of the terrifying scene of being surrounded and killed by players, the mouse who laughed a few times couldn't help but shudder, he died six times, and now he can't even deal with players in the ordinary Chenggang realm, let alone an elite disciple of the Huashan faction. What's more, Ling Hu Chong is now being punished by Yue Buqun to the point that he has thought about the cliff face, and it is strange that the Huashan faction will let his two outsiders go to see him.

After deciding, the two were too lazy to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Huashan, bypassed the mountain gate of the Huashan faction, and went straight to the cliff from the path.

Just knowing the approximate location of Siguo Cliff, it will undoubtedly waste a lot of time to find Siguo Cliff in the cover of layers of mountains and trees, but this point does not stump Dusk and Mouse. The two of them put the liquor they brought from the bottom of the mountain into the wind, and then unsealed it, and suddenly a mellow sound seemed to ripple out with the wind.

But for a moment, as expected, under the amused gaze of the two, after a gust of wind passed, a fiery afterimage rushed directly to the wine jar, grabbed the wine jar and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Seeing the most free and easy protagonist in several major rivers and lakes, Dusk raised his eyebrows, his figure flashed, and with a "poof", the long sword on his waist was already unsheathed.

"Huh!"

One step out of the distance, dusk arm flick, the mountain pine greeted the guest, the long sword did not attack Linghu Chong, but swept towards the wine jar in his hand.

I didn't know the taste of wine for a few days, and now I finally picked up a jar of wine, how could Ling Hu Chong throw it away so easily, I didn't have time to speak, Ling Hu Chong's feet moved, and the person had already jumped out.

Just opened the distance, the impatient Ling Hu Chong wanted to raise the altar and drink again, but like the long sword of the maggot on the tarsal bone, it didn't give him the slightest bit of enjoyment.

There is a wine that is difficult to drink, for the alcoholic Ling Hu Chong, it is undoubtedly a kind of torture, although Ling Hu Chong wants to distance himself to taste the wine, but every time he is just interfered with by the young man's long sword, in desperation, Ling Hu Chong only first suppressed the wine worm in his stomach, and concentrated on dealing with the uninvited guest in front of him who disturbed his good things.

"Ding!"

Spreading with the wind, Ling Hu Chong grabbed the wine jar with one hand, and the other hand was pulled from his waist, and the long sword was unsheathed, casually holding a sword stabbed by Dusk.

Dusk has already set foot in the body realm, and Ling Hu Chong has not yet been favored by Feng Qingyang, there is still a step away from leaving the body realm, if it is about real combat power, even if there is a protagonist aura, Ling Hu Chong will not be Dusk's opponent.

However, this trip is proud of the rivers and lakes, Dusk deliberately covered up his identity, using the disguise technique he learned from Azhu to change his appearance, he didn't intend to expose his identity, Dusk naturally will not show his Buddhist martial arts, and when he came to Xiaoao, if he didn't use a sword, he wouldn't be too sorry for this piece of rivers and lakes.

Swordsmanship Twilight is not good at it, although he has such a mastery as "Soul Chasing Death Sword" and even "Dugu Nine Swords", but after all, he can only scratch the surface, but he is just getting a glimpse of the realm of the doorway. And Ling Hu Chong is different, Ling Hu Chong has been practicing sword moves since he was a child, and the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction is not as good as "Dugu Nine Swords", but as one of the Wuyue Sword Sect, Huashan swordsmanship is definitely not in vain, especially now, when neither of them used their internal strength.

As soon as Linghu Chong made a move, the pressure was coming, and the seemingly ordinary sword moves were brought by Linghu Chong casually, like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace, and in an instant, the situation was reversed, so that Dusk couldn't help but put away his thoughts of laughing.

Learning swords at dusk is more about being handsome, and Ling Hu Chong has been with the sword since he was a child, it can be said that the long sword has become a part of his body, and the two are superior compared to each other.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The long swords are intertwined, tinkling, and the two figures are entangled between the mountains and rocks, their long hair is flying, their clothes are dancing, and a few clouds and mist are scattered in the sword wind, which looks particularly chic.

Linghu Chong, who was aroused by good wine, exerted his combat power is definitely stronger than usual, even if he does not use his internal strength, a long sword dance is also smooth and natural, and he only has dozens of moves, and he has affirmed in his heart that he has not studied "Dugu Nine Swords", so that Hu Chong's cultivation in swordsmanship has reached the realm of naturalness, no wonder Feng Qingyang will take a fancy to him, you know, he has practiced for so long, and no martial arts has been able to reach such a profound realm.

Fortunately, Ling Hu Chong has not yet practiced "Dugu Nine Swords", otherwise, when Ling Hu Chong sets foot in the realm of leaving the body, even if Dusk bursts out of all his strength, it will be difficult to please him. The protagonist is the protagonist, even if the current force value is average, but it won't be long before his strength is like riding a rocket, going straight up.

Of course, this is all in the future, at least now, with "Dugu Nine Swords", Dusk can still fight with Linghu Chong for a 64 open.

Dusk six, let the fox rush four.

"Goo-toot!"

After nearly 100 moves against the sword, he finally found an opportunity, Ling Hu Chong had just picked up the long sword at dusk, dodged and retreated, couldn't wait to raise his left arm, and did not spill a drop of liquor in the battle just now, flowing out along the inclined wine jar, and pouring it directly into Ling Hu Chong's mouth.

"What a drunkard!"

Withdrawing the long sword that was only a coat away from Ling Hu Chong, looking at this prodigal son who poured a sip of wine and then shouted loudly, Dusk could only shake his head helplessly.