Thinking of this, he felt like crazy in his heart, slapped his palm suddenly, and suddenly jumped away and said, "Wait, wait for me to deal with a matter within the sect first, and then come to fight with you." ”

Xuanji smiled coldly and said, "Okay, if Sect Master Ouyang has any troubles, you can deal with it first, I'll wait for you here." ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong was stunned when he heard this, and snorted heavily: "Despicable and shameless. He turned around and walked in the direction of the Shura sect.

As soon as he took two steps, he stopped, and it turned out that there was no longer that person in the Shura Sect, and he exclaimed: "He is obviously lying in the middle of the crowd, seriously injured, where can he go at this time?"

Immediately said sharply: "Protector Zuo, you will work with the elders to find Wu Yuan, and you must not let him go. ”

A red-haired man replied, "Your subordinates obey." "It's the red-haired human demon of the left protector.

Everyone in the audience was watching fascinated, and suddenly saw Ouyang Zhenxiong stop, but went to find Wu Yuan, the right protector of the Shura Sect who was seriously injured by Ben Xuan, and couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, someone shouted: "Ouyang Zhenxiong, you have to fight quickly, don't delay time." If you are afraid, you can surrender and admit defeat. ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "I, Ouyang Zhenxiong, have ruled the world all my life, who have I been afraid of? ”

Xuanji smiled slightly and said, "Grand Sect Master Ouyang, I have time, you can do your business first." ”

Ouyang Zhenxiong stared at him with his eyes, and said with a cold smile: "Master Xuanji, I really admire it tightly, you have been thinking about it for decades for the position of the first person in the martial arts and the leader of the martial arts alliance. However, as long as I have Ouyang Zhenxiong's three inches of energy, I will never let you succeed. Look at the sword. Drawing the sword and stabbing in the air, the long sword was unsheathed, like a long rainbow passing through the sky, under the reflection of the setting sun, exuding a dazzling light.

Xuanji didn't dare to slack off, and pulled out the long sword beside him. With a bang, the two swords intersected, splashing a little spark.

Ouyang Zhenxiong took advantage of the momentum, and his body rose several feet in the air, like a paper crane, fluttering, twisting his waist at the highest place, and stabbing in the air under his head and feet.

When everyone saw that he was able to rise a few feet in the air, where he had no power in the air, they were stunned for a while. Seeing him stabbing in the air, the sword borrowed the power of the man, and he couldn't help but applaud loudly, forgetting that he was Ouyang Zhenxiong, the leader of the Shura Sect.

Xuanji was short, jumping beyond the power of the long sword.

Ouyang Zhenxiong stabbed the air with a sword, the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, turned over and landed, and another sword stabbed straight through.

Xuanji did not show weakness, and struck each other with his sword. Just listen to the sound of tinkling ding, like a string rush.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and the sword qi was cold, gradually enveloping the two.

At first, everyone could still see who was making a move and who was parrying, but gradually, they couldn't see it clearly, and in the end, they couldn't even distinguish the figures of the two, only to see two gray shadows rolling around on the platform, separated for a while, and closed for a while.

After half a pillar of incense, he suddenly heard a person: "I'm afraid you haven't seen this trick, no matter how slippery you are, I didn't expect that I would keep a hand." It was Ouyang Zhenxiong's voice.

Then I heard a muffled snort, but it was a mysterious voice, and a few drops of blood splashed on the bluestone slab of the Dengfeng platform.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, the sword in charge of Xuanji was injured, and at the same time, he secretly said in his heart: What does Ouyang Zhenxiong mean by this? Could it be that the head of Xuanji stole martial arts from him?

It turned out that when Ouyang Zhenxiong passed on Wu Yuan and the elders on the day of the handwriting and swordsmanship, he left one hand, and each set only passed the first sixteen moves, leaving the most powerful last two moves.

He expected that as long as Wu Yuan and the others were on the top of Mount Tai, they would suddenly use this mysterious palm technique and swordsmanship, and they would definitely win within a few moves, and they would never need to learn all of them. In case the transmission is finished, when they use it, won't Zhang Xuanmeng learn it, how to win by surprise?

At that time, the biggest enemy in his mind was Zhang Xuanmeng, not Xuanji. Therefore, the two most subtle tricks are left behind, and a great deal of effort is spent on practicing them, so as to defeat the opponent by surprise at the most critical moment.

I didn't expect Xuanji to use despicable means, and learned all the first sixteen moves, if you want to win him, you have to make up your mind in the last two moves, so he fought with Xuanji for dozens of times, and has not used the most exquisite last two swordsmanship, in order to create an illusion for Xuanji, and the swordsmanship is only sixteen moves. And at the time of the fight, he suddenly used the seventeenth move, and sure enough, a sword stabbed Xuanji's left arm, and blood splashed out.

Xuanji saw that he left a few palm moves, and he was always worried that his swordsmanship had left a hand, so he was careful everywhere. After fighting dozens of moves, seeing that he had no new moves, he relieved himself and attacked with all his might. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Zhenxiong stabbed out with a sword, and when he landed, he was shrouded in sword qi, and in the crisis, he didn't care about his identity, a donkey rolled and dodged, but his arm was still picked by the long sword, and a deep blood mark was drawn.

The two of them were so fast, he got up as soon as he touched the ground, and everyone didn't see his embarrassment.

Zhang Xuanmeng saw that the two of them were the same as Shi Xuandu's swordsmanship, although his whole body was weak, but his eyes were still there, and he saw that this set of swordsmanship was a hundred times more exquisite than what he had learned in Shaolin Temple, and he was surprised and delighted, and he couldn't help nodding while watching.

Ben Xuan sat beside him, and when he saw him, he couldn't help nodding, knowing that he had realized a lot of supreme sword principles, and secretly rejoiced. His internal strength had lost early, and he couldn't see who could win, so he asked softly: "Do you think Xuanji can win, or Ouyang Zhenxiong can win?"

Zhang Xuanmeng shook his head and said: "The two of them have similar skills, but the swordsmanship of the master of Xuanji has not been fully learned, if there are a few more moves, he will definitely be defeated by Ouyang Zhenxiong's men within a few moves." ”

Who knew that after Ouyang Zhenxiong stabbed Xuanji's left arm with a sword, there was no new move. Xuanji held a sword in his right hand and was injured in his left arm, but it was no big deal, and he was still on a par with him.

Everyone was watching with their eyes wide open, and suddenly they heard a faint sound of breaking the sky, and then saw a white light shoot out, which turned out to be the legendary sword.

Everyone has long heard the old legend that a hundred years ago, the Xuandu Taoist made the sword to the extreme, and the tip of the sword would swallow out the white sword, which was unstoppable. At this time, the legend became a reality, and the sword really reappeared, all of them were shocked and envious, their whole bodies were hot, and they were crazy with excitement.

After a while, I only listened to the sound of sneering endlessly, and the white light on the stage was vertical and horizontal, surrounding the two people. At this time, the sun is gradually sinking to the ground, and under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, the white light is actually colorful, and it is very beautiful.

When Xuanji and Ouyang Zhenxiong were fighting, their internal forces were exerted to the extreme, and a qualitative and intangible sword qi unexpectedly became qualitative and tangible, and erupted from the tip of the sword.

The two of them used to practice swords alone, and they rarely appeared with swords. At this time, when I suddenly saw the sword spitting light, it was a great spiritual shock, and I gave full play to that set of swordsmanship, and gradually became interested in the sword, and the qi was attached to the sword, and I was fully absorbed in the sword intent. Even the Xuandu Dao people a hundred years ago had never made that set of swordsmanship so perfect and flawless.