His words are somewhat suspicious of saving face, and the words 'one point of victory and defeat' are used more connotatively, which seems to refer to the fact that the winner has not been determined before, refuting Yang Wei's statement that he was beaten down, and at the same time did not directly deny that he was beaten down by Yang Wei.

However, he had already turned his face, and Yang Wei was not an old bird to be messed with, so he immediately sneered and sneered: "Don't put gold on your face, and still win or lose?" The victory and defeat have long been divided, and you are almost the same as revenge, and you can fool your disciples and grandchildren. ”

"See the real chapter under your hands!"

Yan Fei was almost so angry that he vomited blood, and immediately shouted angrily, slapped Yang Wei with a palm, and took the lead in making a move.

Yang Wei quickly dodged back, and shouted in that wow wow: "Okay, you bull nose, you haven't finished speaking, you actually played a sneak attack, you damn it!" ”

Yan Fei chased after him as fast as a phantom, and slammed it away with a palm.

"I'd like to see if you're capable or temperamental!" Yang Wei shouted angrily, as fast as lightning shot back, and there was a 'bang', and the two directly slapped each other.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, setting off a strong wind in the main hall, like a stormy wave, blowing everyone to hunt in clothes.

Both of them are incredibly fast, and everyone is a little dazzled.

In an instant, the two of them touched each other slightly, Yang Wei landed and did not move, but Yan Fei retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and his face changed from red to white.

Hard-hitting is the most real kung fu, and one move lets everyone see who is strong and who is weak.

However, in front of his disciples and grandchildren, how could Yan Fei admit defeat so easily?

After all, just because you're good doesn't mean you're sure you'll win.

Secretly forced out the hot fire poison poured into the palm of his hand, and his body turned sharply and flew up like a spinning top, directly sweeping towards the beam above.

A series of palm shadows flew out, and sixteen long swords inserted side by side on the beam were bounced off the beam.

The most bizarre thing is that all the sixteen long swords are entrenched around Yan Fei's body, lingering, like a streamer flying around his body, floating to the ground with Yan Fei who is spinning straight down.

At first glance, ordinary people thought that he had cast some Taoist spell and controlled the flying sword, but in fact, he was controlling sixteen long swords at the same time with extremely fast hand speed.

"Wow......" The Qingshan Sect disciples exclaimed in surprise, their eyes lit up one by one, and they didn't know when they would be able to cultivate their kung fu to this realm.

The four old men and women who came with Yan Fei were also shocked, but they didn't expect that Yan Fei had already refined the most difficult move in the Qingshan Sect's Qingshan Sword Technique.

"Oh! Is this the 'Edgeworth-style' of the Aoyama School? Yang Wei's eyes burst out with a glint of essence, and he squinted and said: "It is rumored that the 'Imperial Sword Style' has been practiced to the highest level, and can control hundreds of swords to kill enemies at the same time, and can enter and flow freely in thousands of armies, I want to see how many swords you can control!" ”

Yan Fei had already shot sixteen streamers with him, Yang Wei flashed away from the place, and the former immediately chased after the latter, shouting angrily: "Yang Yanming, where to escape!" ”

"Whoever escapes is the grandson!" While Yang Wei fled, he also snorted with disdain.

'Choking, choking, choking......' The sound of a series of long swords unsheathed sounded.

The crowd of onlookers on both sides suddenly saw a flower in front of them, and the figures floated by, and they all found that only the scabbard was left in their hands, and the sword was no longer known to be pulled out by whom.

At this time, Yang Wei already held dozens of bright long swords in his hands, like the owner of a blacksmith shop selling swords, looking like he had a good business, and he still had a golden necklace around his neck.

Holding the sword in one hand, and swinging it like the wind in the other, he threw the swords out one by one, and the swords shot towards Yan Fei, who was rushing in, curbing his attack.

There was a crisp sound, Yan Fei streamered his body, and the swords that were shot flew one by one, and the flying swords in the main hall shot indiscriminately, which immediately frightened the onlookers of the Qingshan Sect disciples to hug their heads and run away.

The hall was suddenly in chaos, and the unlucky ones had already been shot through the chest by the sword, and fell in a pool of blood on the spot.

As soon as the sword in Yang Wei's hand was thrown, seeing that he couldn't disrupt the opponent's sword formation, he raised his foot and kicked the stone pillar, his arms stirred like a messy lotus, and the whole person shot into Yan Fei's protective sword light.

The rapid sound of 'Dangdang' sounded chaotically, and a pair of wonderful hands saw the stitches and struck, frequently attacking, Yan Fei was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party's kung fu to enter the white blade with his bare hands so powerful, and he was not afraid of the lethality of the sixteen flying swords.

As everyone knows, this is the same kung fu of the Loose Sect's true transmission of kung fu 'Guiyun Hand', and when it is used in the hands of Yang Wei, it is naturally much more powerful than Yang Chen.

Yan Fei's hands have to control so many flying swords at the same time, which is equivalent to tying his hands, and he has no time to care about other things, if he is distracted to deal with the sixteen flying swords of the 'Guiyun Hand' that Yang Wei suddenly attacks from time to time, it will inevitably get out of control and fall in the eyes of so many disciples, it will simply become a juggling joke.

Then he quickly retreated backwards, and the people behind immediately gave way to get out, so as not to be accidentally injured by the flowing sword light.

Yang Wei rushed out after the sword light, and the two figures swooped into the courtyard. Jin Yong Chinese

Yan Fei saw that the 'Imperial Sword Technique' couldn't help the other party, his body twisted rapidly, his arms shook, and a rain of swords immediately shot towards Yang Wei.

Yang Wei's body also turned sharply, and he flew directly into the air at a height of more than ten meters, avoiding the attack of the sword rain, like a flying dragon in the sky, flying into the air and pounced down.

The two of them were so wonderful that the disciples of the Qingshan Sect were dazzled, even if they were injured disciples, they refused to give up such a rare opportunity, holding their arms or limping, and desperately squeezed out of the main hall to watch.

This is the spirit of martial arts, learn and progress, and strive for the top!

It is necessary to know that this level of master duel is simply unavoidable, every move and style is tempered repeatedly for many years, and some things are understood, even if it is a small trick against the enemy, it can withstand several years of hard work.

The reason why Yang Chen was able to defeat the disciples of the Eight Great Sects even though his skills were not strong was that he had an absolute relationship with Yang Wei.

Imagine that this kind of master fight is rare in the eyes of the disciples of the Qingshan Sect, but Yang Chen can enjoy the daily feeding and sparring of such a top master.

Although Yang Wei beat him so hard that he couldn't get up every day, there is a good saying that if you want to beat someone, you have to learn to be beaten first, and ordinary people don't have the opportunity to let Yang Wei spend time and do it every day.

said that it was too late, Yan Fei grabbed a sword, with a flick of his wrist, and with a sword swing, the sword blade shook out more than a dozen sword flowers with a large bowl mouth, and the whole person bounced in the air, swinging the sword to meet Yang Wei who rushed in the air.

Just the starting style of swinging the sword in this move made a group of disciples amazed.

The two figures facing each other up and down instantly met in the air, and the four old guys who came with Yan Fei suddenly shrank their pupils, and they took a cool breath as they looked at the air.

Others didn't see what was going on clearly, but they saw it clearly, that Yang Yanming was so arrogant that he couldn't help it, and in the face of a master like Yan Fei, he actually attacked it with two fingers and forcibly inserted it into the sword light.

The most terrifying thing is that the two fingers are as fast as phantoms, and they are actually like a vice, firmly clamping the sword body of Minghuang.

The two paused for a moment, and everyone who looked up saw it clearly, and they were all stunned for a while.

I saw Yang Wei twist his two fingers, and a crisp sound of 'dang' echoed in the air, and the long sword in Yan Fei's hand was suddenly broken into two in the center, this finger power was really amazing.

When Yan Fei was taken aback, Yang Wei swiped the broken sword, and a frightened rainbow slashed across Yan Fei's chest, bringing out a string of blood beads.

The two of them both landed, fists and feet flying, fists and feet to fists and feet, half-truncated swords to half-cut short swords, one was wearing a suit and leather shoes, the other was wearing a robe and cloth shoes, their bodies were flying and dancing, and the strong wind that the two of them stirred was overflowing.

Yan Fei was obviously poor in skills, and was beaten to the point that he was only poor to cope, and retreated all the way.

There was a 'bang', everyone inside and outside was dumbfounded, all speechless, and the compound was unusually quiet.

Yan Fei's back hit the huge copper incense burner, and there was no way to retreat, and the blood cut on his chest oozed blood, staining the placket of his chest red.

Yang Wei clamped the sword between his fingers, the blade of the sword was pressed against his neck, and he said indifferently: "I didn't want to hurt you, but since I have already made a move, the account of the last time you shot and injured my disciple Yang Chen, you naturally have to calculate it, and this sword is for him to seek justice." ”

Yan Fei smiled miserably: "I guessed that he had something to do with you, but that kid didn't admit it, he was a scoundrel like you, and if he really has a teacher, he must have an apprentice." ”

Yang Wei sniffled unhappily, "Bull nose, do you want to fight again?" If you still have any tricks you haven't used, I'll give you another chance. ”

"I was not as good as you a hundred years ago, I can't imagine that I will still be inferior to you a hundred years later, I lost!"

This is tantamount to admitting defeat in public, he is the one with the highest kung fu and status of the Qingshan faction, and it is also equivalent to admitting defeat to the Xiaoyao faction on behalf of the Qingshan faction.

The faces of the disciples up and down the Qingshan faction were all pale, and the four old men pulled out their swords in the hands of the disciples behind their backhands, jumped over, and surrounded Yang Wei.

All the disciples drew their swords and surrounded them, including the Dustless Dao Chief, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded Yang Wei.

Yang Wei didn't take these people in his eyes at all, if he wanted to leave, he couldn't stop himself with these people.

Yan Fei had already admitted defeat, and he removed the sword from Yan Fei's neck with his hand, and flicked his fingers into the incense burner.

"Retreat, if you lose, you lose!" Yan Fei looked around at everyone and shouted.

"Master!" The four old guys looked sad.

"Master Tai!" A group of disciples are also full of grief and indignation, today is a great shame for the Qingshan faction, a protector of the Xiaoyao faction was forced to admit defeat when he went up the mountain, how could they swallow this breath, and when it was passed out, what kind of face did they have to meet their fellow martial artists.

Yang Wei glanced at everyone silently, in fact, he didn't want to do this, so he wanted to pull Yan Fei to a remote place to talk about it at first, and there was no need to do it if he could talk about it, but the clay man still had three points of fire, and he thought that he was forced to do it.

"Put your swords down!" Yan Fei shouted angrily, and said angrily: "It's not terrible to lose, what I'm afraid of is not knowing shame and then being brave, I was a nobody of the Qingshan faction a hundred years ago, and it was precisely because of the defeat in his hands that I began to work hard, and finally became the head of the Qingshan faction, you all remember it for me, you must be ashamed and brave, in the future, who in my Qingshan faction can rely on his kung fu to the shame of the Xiaoyao faction today, who is the head of my Qingshan faction!" ”