The smell of gunpowder between Wu Ruotang and Yang Qilang became stronger and stronger, and Yang Ye wanted to open his mouth to organize, but was stopped by Yang Yanping on the side: "Father, they must divide the winner today, otherwise, with Qilang's temperament, something may happen!" ”

"But in case Shichiro suffers!" No matter how ignorant Yang Qilang is, after all, he is Yang Ye's youngest son, as the old saying goes, the youngest son, the eldest grandson. The lifeblood of the old man! What Yang Ye cares about most is this little son.

"It's okay to let Qilang suffer a little loss, he has no one in his eyes all day long, and he looks down on the heroes of the world!" Yang Yanping is already the center of the new generation of the Yang family, and he is quite far-sighted.

"In that case, let's take another look!" Yang Ye nodded, not speaking.

Yang Qilang looked at Shi Potian and felt that instead of challenging Wu Xiaotang, it was not impossible to beat his mouthy subordinate first.

"Since he is the best in the world in swordsmanship, then I will compete with him first, beat him, and then clean you up!" Yang Qilang said as he pulled out his sword.

"Okay, I'll wait!" Wu Ruotang laughed, and then said to Shi Potian: "Point to the end, don't let him lose too ugly!" ”

"I understand!" Shi Potian nodded and brought his sword to the field.

A group of NPCs didn't expect to see such a scene at a banquet, and soon made room for the two to compete.

"Some people say that you are the best in the world, I don't believe it, I am the first in the world!" Yang Qilang sneered and drew his sword to face Shi Potian.

"Although I don't dare to claim to be the best in the world, it's no problem to defeat you!" Following Wu Ruotang, Shi Potian's eloquence was also practiced.

The two soon fought together, and the sword light became more and more prosperous. Yang Qilang was obviously instructed by a famous teacher, and each sword stabbed out extremely quickly from an incredible place, while Shi Potian's sword seemed to be fast and slow, but every sword forced Yang Qilang to return to the sword to save himself.

"Shichiro's heart is too anxious, but he can't give full play to the essence of his swordsmanship!" Yang Yanping looked at the two people in the fight and commented sharply

Who is Shi Potian, a generation of martial arts wizards, he soon realized this, and his swordsmanship changed, becoming calm and clumsy!

As soon as the master gets started, he will know if there is one. Yang Qilang quickly realized that this sluggish-looking guy really had some ability, and laughed wildly: "It seems that Lord Wu is not bragging, your swordsmanship is indeed good, but unfortunately, you met me today!" After speaking, he pointed out a few swords in the air, and each sword only felt like a breeze blowing in his arms, and like the sun shining, which made people feel that they did not need to resist in their lives.

"You're not bad, if you can be humble and enterprising, there will be a lot of room for improvement!" Shi Potian commented on the appearance of a person who came over.

Yang Qilang's face condensed after listening, and he took a sword in his hand, only to see that the sword moves were wide open and closed, which seemed to be chaotic, but the move just happened to seal Shi Potian to attack several swords, and the sword body touched, Shi Potian's backhand horizontal sword, as fast as a spark, this sword that seemed to have a move but no move was really fast, pointing directly at Yang Qilang's heart. Yang Qilang's eyes were slightly condensed, and the sword move seemed to be slow and fast, but it was also the same move, the tips of the two swords touched, and they did not collapse, but they became a competition for internal strength. After a while, Yang Qilang was already sweating on his forehead, and the tip of his sword seemed to tremble, but on the contrary, his face was calm, nothing unusual, as if the fierce fight just now was just an insignificant warm-up match.

"Father, Shichiro lost!" Yang Yanping sighed,

"I see!" Yang Ye shook his head slightly, although his son is outstanding, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. He still has a long way to go.

Wu Ruotang, who was on the side, saw that Shi Potian's victory had been decided, and immediately said, "Potian, I won't say it, it's over." Come here! ”

Wu Ruotang's words, of course, Shi Potian had to listen to them, and immediately collected his sword. Yang Qilang was also at the end of the strong crossbow at this time. He was exhausted and couldn't even walk a little.

"You're amazing, I lost! But I just lost to you, not to Lord Wu! "Lost once. Yang Qilang was obviously much more docile.

The seven brothers of the Yang family were also secretly surprised by Shi Potian's swordsmanship. They asked themselves if they were to play on their own, not much better than Shichiro. It seems that this Wu Ruotang is by no means a simple person, and there is such a master under him.

"Shichiro, you go and rest! Master Wu, we said that we would compete with you! What do you mean by letting your men play? Yang Liulang got up and stood up for his younger brother.

"The words of the sixth prince are unreasonable, everyone who is doing it can testify that it was the seventh prince who took the initiative to challenge my brother! Moreover, I want to correct the language of the sixth son, this is not my subordinate, but my brother, a brother who lives and dies together, just like the relationship between you and your six brothers! Wu Ruotang got up slowly and said word by word according to the handle of the knife.

The Yang family will be silent again, only Shi Potian's eyes are a little red.

"Well, I apologize for my recklessness, but I hope to be able to ask for a lesson or two for my brother!" Yang Liulang pulled out his long sword, and his fighting spirit was lingering.

"Of course you can, I will personally learn the tricks of the sixth son!" Wu Ruotang has a dragon bird in his hand and is ambitious.

"Be careful, this person's kung fu is several times stronger than the one just now!" Shi Potian reminded cautiously.

"Don't worry, I know it!" Wu Ruotang nodded and walked into the center of the field.

Yang Ye has not said a word since Qilang's competition. He wants his son to win, and he wants him to lose! It's very tangled. However, he believes that this Wu Xiaotang is definitely a character. Originally, I thought that it was not the light of my ancestors who climbed to a high position, but now it seems that the means of others are not inferior to their eldest son. Know how to advance and retreat, and be able to speak. There is a castle! There are not many such young people.

"Please!" After Yang Liulang finished speaking, he flew out of the sword, and a long sword slashed out countless sword shadows, rushing towards Wu Ruotang's forehead, and just when the sword shadow came into view, an inaudible sound quietly kissed Wu Ruotang's heart from the lower left, accompanied by a figure that quickly broke out of the air like a phantom.

"What a fast sword!" Wu Ruotang was taken aback. After all this time, he had never seen such a swift sword.

Wu Ruotang's figure was urged by Taixuan Gong to dodge the heart-piercing kill at an extremely fast speed, but the tip of the sword still passed by, leaving a thin scar on Wu Ruotang's left arm.

Seeing that he had successfully injured his opponent, Yang Liulang was quite proud, but when he reacted, he had already set up a treasure knife on his shoulder, and the cold blade clearly reminded him that this was not a dream.

Compared with the competition between Shi Potian and Yang Qilang, this competition is undoubtedly much more cruel, because there is blood.

"Brother Wu!" Shi Potian's eyes were sharp, and he saw Wu Ruotang's shoulder bleeding. Hurriedly rushed up, and the Yang generals didn't see what was going on, and when they reacted, Liulang had already been caught by the knife.