After the two voices sounded, the sky seemed to be a torn curtain, revealing the scene behind the curtain.

The bright light after opening his eyes made Song Hexuan's eyes sting, and after squinting lightly for a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was still the old man in white who was very underbeaten standing in front of him, although Song Hexuan wanted to beat him very much, but reason told him that he couldn't beat this old man.

"What about my legacy?"

Song Hexuan asked confidently, why did he suffer so much, isn't it for the inheritance of this Cangxuan!

"Inheritance, haven't you already got it?"

The old man's words fell, and Song Hexuan was directly confused, what do you mean that I have already obtained the inheritance, when will I get it, you can explain it clearly to Lao Tzu.

Taking advantage of Song Hexuan's confusion, the old man's figure was ethereal, and he came to Song Hexuan's eyes in an instant, and then pointed directly at his heavenly spirit.

"Boom."

Song Hexuan's eyes widened, his face was full of horror, and he reacted to the over-frightened reaction, and his head had been stirred into paste at this time.

The border is deserted, in front of the Iron Mirror Pass.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the two people who were constantly flickering on the surface of the lake, and the moment when light and shadow were intertwined, it was the difference between life and death.

"One is Tang Zifeng of Huashan Zhengqi Hall, and the other is Zuoqiu Liangren, the owner of the one hundred and eighth floor of Tsing Yi, I really don't know who wins and who loses these two people."

"It's not surprising who wins or loses, these two people's martial arts are about the same, and now it's the heart of the fight, and what our Zhou Yixiao Zhou Da thinks in his heart, who knows?"

On the side of Zhou Yixiao, the head of Huashan, Shui Yuhan and Shui Hanqiu, two people, watched the duel on the lake with a pair of beautiful eyes, and talked eloquently, without shying away from Zhou Yixiao, who was already blue in the face beside him.

Zhou Yixiao was also very depressed at this time, originally he was ready to let Xing Junke, the hating monarch next to him, go up. Since he has shown Huashan's martial arts, he has made a name for himself as a disciple.

But who would have thought that at the last moment, the master of the Zhengqi Hall, Yue Qian, blocked it, and then this person named Tang Zifeng rushed away, and it was too late to stop him.

High in the sky. The sword light of the two people is staggered, and their figures continue to flash between the gaps, and the slightest carelessness is the end of death.

After Tang Zifeng bowed down to dodge an assassination sword from Zuoqiu Liangren, he raised his head to the sky and roared softly, and suddenly the blood and qi in the back of his head rushed to the sky, scattering all the clouds in the sky, and the vigorous qi and blood flooded the entire heaven and earth.

This is a spectacle that can only be possessed by the innate above, and the qi and blood dragon pillars shot out from the heavenly spirit are like mountains, standing across the sky. The vigorous spirit of the whole body is even more surging, like a vast ocean.

"Boom."

Tang Zifeng swallowed mountains and rivers angrily, the long sword in his hand kept stabbing out, and he regretted the black long sword of Zuoqiu Liangren, and the overflowing true qi made the sky seem to be shattered, and a huge sword shadow appeared behind Tang Zifeng, extremely terrifying.

Zuoqiu Liangren's face changed drastically, and the opponent's lifeless style of play was completely a desperate posture for each other. Engage in a war of attrition with him.

"Kill."

Suddenly, Ryoto Zuoqiu, who had been on the defensive, swept away the previous dull defense, and the black long sword danced sharply in his hand. Black light bloomed around his body, and a chilling murderous aura pierced the mountains and rivers, like a Bo Xun Demon King.

Under the persecution of Tang Zifeng, Zuoqiu Liangren finally showed the peerless assassination technique of the one hundred and eighth floor of Tsing Yi - sword killing.

At this moment, Zuoqiu Liangren's aura became extremely terrifying, as if it was even stronger than Tang Zifeng's murderous aura. The black breath was like an ocean, completely submerging the lake.

The good man of Zuoqiu who used the sword to kill was terrifying, and as soon as the sword was killed, all of Tang Zifeng's sword moves were broken, and he raised his hands and feet. The long sword was already about to cross Tang Zifeng's neck.

"Boom!"

The overflowing killing intent was overwhelming, and every inch above the surface of the lake was filled with this terrifying aura, which made people feel awe.

Tang Zifeng blocked this sword at the last critical moment, and as a price, the long sword in his hand was cut off, and he himself was also knocked away by Zuoqiu Liangren's palm, covered in blood, and stood on the surface of the lake coughing up blood.

"Yes, you are rotten."

Zuoqiu Liangren swept away the previous decadent atmosphere, and at this time, his ink hair was flying, and he was crazy.

"Boom!"

He swung his sword again, and fell from the sky like a flying immortal. The already calm lake surface set off waves, and the cold murderous aura rolled up the sky, cutting and shattering the surface of the lake.

"Bang."

The only broken sword struggled to block this peerless assassination, and his body was once again knocked out, and now he was no longer human, his body was almost broken, and his long black hair was dyed red with blood, hanging down in the lake.

The people outside the arena, there was a burst of cheers from the outer martial arts, and everyone seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

But on the contrary, the inner domain is gloomy, and Zhou Yixiao, the head of Huashan, is even more pale at this time, and his gaze at Yue Qian is becoming more and more unkind.

"Zi Feng, what the hell is going on with you? Who gave you this sword-breaking technique, don't forget how the teacher taught you on weekdays. ”

Yue Qian didn't even look at Zhou Yixiao's stinky face, and gently walked to the lake and shouted in the air, as if Tang Zifeng had some other tricks.

After Tang Zifeng heard Yue Qian's scolding, he looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing so much that tears were about to flow out, and then he threw away the broken sword in his hand very casually in front of these heroes, yes, lost it.

"Have you given up? As a disciple of Huashan, have you fallen to the point that you have not used the sword to death? ”

Zuo Qiu's voice came from the other side of the lake, and in his opinion, the current Tang Zifeng had lost the dignity that a swordsman deserved.

"Hahahaha, swordsman? Who told you that Lao Tzu was a swordsman? Do you know Huashan well? Do you know that Huashan is all about sword practice? ”

Tang Zifeng's words confused everyone present, what does the Huashan Sword Sect practice if it doesn't practice swords? Do you practice PS?

"Today, Lao Tzu will tell you these foreign idiots, Lao Tzu is from the Huashan Qi Sect, and Lao Tzu is a !! who practices qi."

As soon as the words fell, a strong qi swept across the audience, and the originally shattered body seemed to be a dead wood in spring, once again radiating strong vitality.

At this moment, Tang Zifeng's strength was incomparable, and the sky-high blood qi had already proved that what was just a wound on the skin was used to confuse the enemy.

There was a long roar, the hair on his head danced wildly in the long wind, Tang Zifeng's eyes were like knives, and his palms danced as if he was an eight-armed Nezha, and in an instant, eight palm prints were waved out instantly.

The violent purple qi swept through the heavens and the earth, and at this moment, the purple qi Tianluo belonging to the Huashan Qi Sect broke out in an all-round way, and the horror was abnormal.

In an instant, Tang Zifeng appeared behind Zuoqiu Liangren.

It was like going through a terrible battle, Tang Zifeng was covered in blood, and he was constantly coughing up blood in his mouth, but he smiled happily because he knew that he had won.

On the other side, Zuoqiu Liangren stood on the surface of the lake, but his radiant eyes were already dim and no longer bright.

"Senior brother,? Brother? What happened to you? ”

The disciple of Tsing Yi Lou stepped forward, wanting to check the results of the battle. It was at the moment when the disciple touched Zuoqiu Liangren that his skull suddenly cracked, stiffened and splashed, and his body burst and was broken.

The splatters of blood stained the sky red, and the corpses fell into the lake, never to be found again.

In the second battle, Tang Zifeng of Huashan Sword Sect won.

PS: Thank you for your continued support, thank you. Especially the Great Qin Pioneer, don't say you don't mind, there is also Nanmen Huang and so on, thank you. The rivers and lakes of Jiuyin are more wonderful because of you, thank you. (To be continued.) )