The two young men who jumped on the stage had nicknames, and they were both celebrities with equal fame.

Kong Yunjie is recognized as a young chivalrous man, who followed his master to walk the rivers and lakes and did a lot of "good things", and when he was alone, he also did a lot of "good things".

If you do more good things, you will become a chivalrous man, and it is not a chivalrous person who is called by others when they are humble, but a genuine chivalrous man.

Xiao Jiuge is not a chivalrous man, not only is he not a chivalrous man, but he is also the opposite of a chivalrous man. His father is the general owner of a cottage, he is the owner of a small village, and he is also a black-hearted small villager. From birth to the present, he has done not a thousand but eight hundred bad things, and he has done all kinds of bad things, everything. He has done murder and arson, and he has also robbed people's daughters.

If it weren't for the fact that the sword slave didn't have requirements for the character of the fighter, Xiao Jiuge wouldn't have been able to stand in this ring.

If it weren't for Xiao Jiuge's father's strength being strong enough, he wouldn't be able to stand here either.

These two people can compete on the same stage, all of which is facilitated by fate.

"Kong Yunjie, today I want you to know how powerful the little master is, I have to cut something off you." Xiao Jiuge said proudly. He was in his early twenties, with a face like a silver basin and upright facial features, but there was an evil spirit at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He was dressed in a short black brown, the sleeve of his left arm was rolled up high, revealing a strong arm tattooed with a tiger, and a long sword behind his back, and the whole person looked fierce and fierce.

Many fighters often speak very politely, but Xiao Jiuge is unruly and dirty.

Kong Yunjie's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he pressed his hands on the hilts of the two swords, one ice and one fire, and replied: "If you are polite to me." I read it on the face of Sword Forge Villa. I won't be cruel to you. But you dare to speak disrespectfully to me. Don't blame me for being too dark. ”

"You kid dared to look down on me before, and didn't take me seriously, if I was still polite to you, unless my brain was in the water. In my opinion, if you don't teach you a lesson, you'll never learn to look at people squarely. ”

"If you want me to look at you squarely, you have to be a human being first."

"Good boy, I actually scolded your little master. I think you're tired of life, and today I have to let you be a 'Pingding Hou'! Xiao Jiuge was furious, pulled out the long sword behind his back, pointed his toes on the ground, attacked forward, shook the long sword in his hand, and used the housekeeping skill "Closing the Door and Cutting the Household Sword"!

Pingdinghou is a black dialect in the rivers and lakes, that is, the meaning of losing his head, if he wants Kong Yunjie to be a flat-top candidate, he has to cut off Kong Yunjie's head.

This is not an easy task.

Kong Yunjie pulled out the Yin Cloud Sword and the Nine Yang Sword. Two internal forces, one ice and one fire, were poured into it, and a white cold air emerged from the Yin Cloud Sword. On the Jiuyang Sword, it was the opposite, and a fiery red heat came out.

In this world, there is no longer only one of the Nine Veins and Six Yuan Sutras that can cultivate the internal force of the five elements, but there are only two types of cultivation, one ice and one fire.

Xiao Jiuge killed Kong Yunjie in the blink of an eye, flicked his wrist, and stabbed three swords in an instant. The three swords stabbed out three sword qi, two sword qi were used to block Kong Yunjie's left and right paths, and one sword qi went straight to Kong Yunjie's front door.

As the name suggests, the Closed Door Sword means not to give the opponent a way to live, and every move and style is extremely sharp, taking people's lives.

Kong Yunjie was not afraid of danger, and danced the double swords in his hand, one sword stabbed heavily on the ground, stirring up a circle of cold qi to protect his body, and the other sword stabbed forward with a scorching sword qi.

The two sword qi collided together, and the tip of the needle was against Mai Mang, canceling it out, and the fight was equal.

Without waiting for a move to make him old, Xiao Jiuge pointed to the ground on tiptoe, jumped up, jumped on top of the opponent's head, and made a move "Death is imminent", and used his sword qi to attack the opponent's head, chest and abdomen in three key places.

Kong Yunjie no longer fought hard this time, but leaned forward, dodging the several deadly sword qi, and then rushed directly below Xiao Jiuge, and swung two swords at the top, making a move "Ice and Fire of the Same Origin".

One ice and one fire, two sword qi twisted and flew into the sky, like two roaring dragons, one white and one red.

Xiao Jiuge was in mid-air, unable to dodge, so he had to use his sword to pierce into the center of the intertwined ice and fire sword qi, and frantically shook his wrist, using the storm-like sword qi to crush the ice and fire sword qi.

Kong Yunjie jumped up high, stabbed Xiao Jiuge at close range with his sword, and the two fought in the air, killing inseparably. The two were evenly matched, and they played much more exciting and intense than the previous one. I saw the two of them flipping and moving in mid-air, rushing forward and backward, and the Dao sword qi swirled around the two of them, forming a dazzling group of light. After fighting for a long time, the figures of the two were simply submerged in the light cluster, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

The people in the surrounding stands all applauded and applauded loudly, and they couldn't wait to slap their swollen hands and shout out their throats.

These two fighters meet each other in chess, and they are on par, as if a tiger on the mountain meets a tiger on the mountain, and neither of them can take the other.

When the fight reached nearly a hundred moves, the two of them came up with a result, Kong Yunjie used the move "Fog Hidden Mist", overlapping the two swords of ice and fire, one cold and one hot met, creating a large amount of heat. Xiao Jiuge was injured by the heat, and his moves were sluggish. Kong Yunjie seized this opportunity and kicked Xiao Jiuge in the chest, kicking him out of the ring.

Kong Yunjie was originally going to seriously injure Xiao Jiuge, but it was too difficult to win, at most he only gave Xiao Jiuge such a kick.

Xiao Jiuge was very unconvinced, and wanted to jump into the ring, but he was scolded by his father, so he had to leave the stage in hatred and follow his father.

Kong Yunjie defeated a strong enemy, won a full house, and returned to the East Stand with a proud face. All those who saw him stood up to congratulate him, flattered him, and slapped his horse. Only Zhao Zheng was unmoved, and he didn't even look at Kong Yunjie.

Zhao Zheng felt that Kong Yunjie was disgusting, very disgusting.

The next competition is the last one, and it is the highlight of this round, and the participants are the sons of the Juggernaut. Zheng Wou-Ki, and the sword slave of the forger of the Zichu Sword!

These two people, one is a martial artist at the peak of the Sixfold Heaven, and the other is a martial artist of the Seventh Heaven. The strength is higher than all the previous fighters. This contest. It must be far more exciting than every competition just now. The eyes of all the spectators widened. Watch with bated breath.

The sword slave thought that Zheng Wuji would be a good master of Zi Chujian, so he couldn't hold back his excitement and jumped into the ring first. He tightened the huge sword box he was carrying on his back, turned around, and said to Zheng Wouji in the east stand: "Boy, there are too many rumors about you in the rivers and lakes, and the old man's ears are about to grind out calluses. Hurry up and come down and talk to me, I'll see how far you go. Is it worthy of my first sword? ”

Zheng Wou-Ki stood up, dusted off the hem of his white clothes, and gently grabbed it and tucked it into his belt, so as not to hinder himself in a fight later. He slowly finished arranging his clothes, and then grabbed the Ruixue sword and jumped into the ring. His jumping movements were the cleanest of all the fighters, with no superfluous movements.

In this huge river and lake, there are many people who are faster than him, and there are many people who are stronger than him, but they are not as clean as him. The cleaner the action. The less time it takes.

"Since my seniors want to see my skills, then I can only be respectful and obey my fate. I hope I and the sword in my hand can teach you to your satisfaction. Zheng Wou-Ki looked at the short old man opposite, his eyes lowered slightly, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I'm an old man who doesn't bully you doll, and when we fight later, as long as you can survive thirty moves under my hands, even if you win, what do you think?" Sword Slave asked.

"I don't think so, and this idea really doesn't make people happy."

"How can you say this, could it be that you think thirty moves is too much, and you are not sure in your heart?"

"On the contrary, I think thirty moves is too little, so it's better to cancel it altogether. I don't like to have the mentality that I have to lose, because it will frustrate my spirit. Since there is a competition, it must be fair, winning is winning, and losing is losing. ”

The sword slave's eyes lit up suddenly, nodded, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you have backbone!" Do you mean that you can only win if you knock me down as an old man, otherwise you will lose? ”

"Exactly!" Zheng Wou-Ki pulled out the Ruixue sword and aimed the tip of the sword at the sword slave, and the momentum around his body soared sharply, like a torch poured with oil, soaring and burning.

"Good! Good! Good! Just do as you say, and I'll see if you kid can beat my old bone. The sword slave applauded again and again, and without waiting for the brother on the stage to wave the red flag, he immediately launched an attack, splitting his hands and slamming the sword box behind him.

The sword box rattled with a crisp sound, opened the lid, and more than twenty swords flew out of it, rushing into the air like more than twenty lightning bolts, and then falling as quickly as lightning and slamming into the ground.

The sword slave is an expert in using swords to arrange formations, and his strength is far above that cousin Tie Yinhua, and in the blink of an eye, he arranged an extremely powerful sword formation in the ring.

This array is called Scattered!

This formation is derived from the starry sky, which contains countless ingenious changes, it can be said that every step is a killing machine, and there are dangerous places everywhere!

At this point, there is no need to wave any more small red flags, Tie Xuanfeng shook his head, retreated, and jumped back to the east stand.

"Boy, shake out all your skills." The sword slave beckoned to Zheng Wuji on the opposite side, signaling the other party to come over, as an elder, it was always difficult for him to strike first.

"Then offend!" Zheng Wouji's eyes lit up, and the whole person was sharp, sharp, and rushed forward quickly.

Zheng Wuji learned from his father, and the swordsmanship he learned was called "Phaseless Swordsmanship", which was formless and phaseless, no moves and no style, focusing on improvisation and spontaneous moves.

Before learning this faceless swordsmanship, you must first learn a full hundred kinds of swordsmanship, only by integrating a large number of swordsmanship and being familiar with the chest, can you truly achieve formlessness and aspectlessness, and you can come easily. That is to say, no move is built on the basis of having a move, and you must first have a move in your chest before you can do it without a move.

Zheng Wuji had already learned all the swordsmanship in the world at a young age, and although he hadn't made up enough of a hundred, he was still close to a few. He chewed and chewed all these swordsmanship, swallowed them into his stomach, turned them into his own swordsmanship, and formed a unique Wuxiang swordsmanship. He has already comprehended the true meaning of the Phaseless Sword Technique, and he can do whatever he wants, and every move he uses has no name, but it is extremely powerful!

Zheng Wouji's first move today was an extremely powerful move, his wrist flipped more than thirty times in a row, or stabbed or slashed or split, and a total of more than thirty completely different sword qi were struck, and each sword qi rushed towards the sword slave.

As long as the sword slave has a sword qi and fails to dodge, he will have to suffer a big loss. But he dodged it. And it's very neatly hidden. But at the moment when he dodged. Zheng Wou-Ki made an even more powerful move, and went straight to his back with his sword.

It turned out that all the sword qi just now was a false move, and the move hidden in the back was a real move.

This is an unpretentious move, but because of the cover of all the previous false moves, this simple move suddenly became gorgeous.

In the surrounding stands, most of the people could only see Zheng Wouji's shadow, and they couldn't see the specific moves at all, but anyone whose eyesight could keep up with Zheng Wouji. They all cheered in their hearts. Even people like Kong Yunjie who are hostile to Zheng Wuji have to secretly admire.

This sword is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people fascinated. Even the dancing posture of the top girl in the Qinglou of the Imperial City is not as beautiful as this sword, and the best painter in the world cannot draw this sword on paper.

It would be a pity if this beautiful sword missed, but fortunately, this sword did not miss, and it was stabbed solidly, right on the back of the sword slave.

On the back of the sword slave is a sword box, a wooden sword case.

With a crisp sound, the sword case shattered into several pieces of wood, and the remaining swords inside fell to the ground. Make a tinkling sound.

The sword was supposed to continue to stab forward, but it was caught by the sword slave with two fingers. If he didn't, his back would have to be red.

A sword!

With just one sword, Zao Wou-Ki showed his strength. Relying on such strength, it is enough to advance to the next round of competition, and no one will have anything to say.

"In my heart, I already think of you too high, and even treat you as a sevenfold heavenly martial artist, but I still underestimated you in the end, I didn't expect your sword moves to be so exquisite, and your internal strength is amazing." Cold sweat broke out on the sword slave's forehead, and his fingers tightly clamped the tip of Ruixue's sword, not daring to relax at all.

"Senior, when I compete, I don't want to talk, I just want to recruit." Zheng Wuji's eyes were like electricity, and he said lightly.

"You want to keep fighting?"

"Of course, once my sword is drawn, it is impossible to take it back easily."

"But you've smashed my sword case, it's already great, there's no need to fight any more."

"It's necessary, because it's just a wooden box, not your people."

"Haha, you're still going to smash my old bones?"

"Of course not, but I have to at least win you, and if I win you, I can take my sword back." Zheng Wouji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly increased the strength in his hand to pull the Ruixue Sword back from the pair of iron hoop-like fingers.

"Okay, then I'll accompany you on two more trips, and I'll get rid of this old bone today." The sword slave shook his fingers violently and flicked the Ruixue sword out, adding a hurtful dark energy to his fingers.

Zheng Wou-Ki felt the dark energy on the sword's body, took a few steps backwards, and swung the sword body to unload the dark energy.

The sword slave stomped his foot heavily, shaking the seven swords that fell on the ground, and he swung his palms and slammed the swords, causing them to fly towards Zheng Wou-Ki on the opposite side.

These swords turned into arrows, turning into streaks of cold light.

Zheng Wuji rolled up the sword in his hand, flicking the flying sword one after another, and every time he bounced off a sword, he had to take a step back, because the internal force on those flying swords was too strong. He has the internal strength to rival the Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Man, but after all, he is not a Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Man, and his internal strength is a little worse than the Sword Slave after all.

He swung seven swords in a row, bounced seven swords away, and took seven steps back. If you take a step further, you will encounter a sword stuck in the ground and suffer from it.

The sword slave was running out of swords, but he still had a sword to use, and I saw him slap his palms towards the opposite side, releasing a strong internal force, using internal force to pull the flying sword in mid-air, causing it to fly back one after another.

The seven swords slashed towards Zheng Wouji again, the speed was no worse than before, and the direction changed, no longer going straight, but aiming in different directions.

Zheng Wou-Ki fended off the seven swords with one sword, and danced the swords up and down, flicking the seven swords away again.

The sword slave no longer used the sword method to attack this time, because it would not be difficult for Zheng Wouji. He pulled out of his stance, took a horse step, and slapped the ground under his feet with both palms, infusing the internal force into it.

The scattered sword formations were supplied with internal force, as if they were alive, and began to shake violently, and a bitter wind emerged.

This wind is sword qi, and sword qi is hurtful!

Sword qi flew towards Zheng Wuji from all directions, as if they were about to tear him apart.

In the face of this kind of offensive, there was no way to hide, Zheng Wuji could only dance the sword in his hand to the airtight, relying on the sword qi to resist the sword qi. But this was not a long-term solution, he scanned his surroundings, found a gap, and ventured towards it. But outside the gap, there is still endless sword qi!

The sword slave pressed his palms to the ground, urging the entire sword array, his old face was flushed, and his eyes burst with a look that he hadn't seen for many years. The seven scattered swords surrounded him, like spiritual protectors, rotating on their own under the urging of internal forces.

Zheng Wuji couldn't remember how many swords he swung, only that he was trapped in the sword formation, and he was sword qi wherever he went. He tried to get close to a sword stuck in the ground, trying to destroy it, only to find that the closer he got to the sword, the more fierce the attack became.

In this case, there is almost no hope of breaking the formation, and only by breaking out of the sword formation can there be a chance to win!

Thinking of this, Zheng Wuji shook the Ruixue Sword in his hand, and one person and one sword rose from the ground and flew towards the sky.

The sword slave did not let Zheng Wuji go easily, he was a big living person, he would not watch his opponent flee from the sword array, his sword array was also a living sword array, not an ornament that could only be inserted on the ground. He shook his palms and slammed the ground again.

More than twenty swords on the ground flew out of the ground at the same time, turned the sword body, and flew towards Zheng Wouji, bringing out a whistling sound and turning into a cold light. (To be continued......)