The description of Tongxuan's swordsmanship in the book is pitiful, only half a page, and the words are not more than 100.

It is said that the swordsmanship practiced by the previous sword saint Tao Yiliang was the Tongxuan sword technique, and Tao Yiliang disappeared in the rivers and lakes not long after he won the sword saint.

What is the relationship between Song Shangfei and Tao Yiliang? According to the age difference between the two, could it be a master and apprentice?

All this just now was just Li Yi's conjecture, after all, he had no evidence in his hand.

The next day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the courtyard looked a little gray and gloomy, and the sun disappeared behind the clouds.

Today's game is held as usual, because it is five people competing for the top three, after two games there must be one person who has no opponent to choose from, after the head of the six major schools and the owner of the village decided to decide, and finally the swordsman who has not participated in the game, from the first two winning players to draw a competition.

While it would be a little unfair to the winning swordsman, it's the best way to do it right now.

The first person to call his name and draw lots on stage was Song Shangfei, the master of the Phantom Hall.

His eyebrows are as handsome as ink paintings, his upright features have a shallow smile, and his long black hair is neatly pulled up to make a high ponytail, which is fixed with a golden crown.

The breeze stirred up a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, and he stood on the platform alone, his domineering face was as majestic and dashing as a general.

He picked up a bamboo skewer casually, and when he saw the black font on it, he couldn't help but raise a smile.

Li Yi, an inevitable showdown between us is finally here.

He seemed to be unable to hold back his excitement.

Li Yi walked into the ring with a steady pace, and glanced at him lightly with his afterglow, and his heart was surging.

Neither of them drew their swords, and two powerful sword qi formed around them, which swept the entire ring almost instantly.

A picture no less than a fight with the gods is about to unfold.

The audience below is hotly discussing how the outcome of this game will be, some people have already secretly bet, betting on who will win between the two, rough statistics, most of the people bet on Li Yisheng.

"After waiting so long, we can finally fight with each other." Song Shangfei couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were staring at Li Yi's mysterious sword, "In the past, Brother Li Yi could easily win the game without the sword unsheathed, I wonder if Brother Li Yi will draw his sword in the battle with Song today?" ”

"Hall Master Song has a good reputation, and it is just a fluke that Li can stand here." Li Yi said very modestly.

"Fluke? Brother Li Yi is really good at joking. Song Shangfei was amused by his words.

In the previous battles, Li Yi's opponents were all well-known figures in the six major sects, and he actually used the word luck lightly, which sounded to everyone, but it was a naked show-off.

"Li never jokes easily." His expression was very serious, which couldn't help but make people think that Song Shangfei was really thinking too much.

Song Shangfei's gaze was fixed on the sword in Li Yi's hand, and he never looked away, "Song has a question, I wonder if Brother Li Yi can tell me?" ”

Li Yi raised his hand and gestured, "Hall Master Song, please speak." ”

Song Shangfei habitually touched his chin and asked, "Does Brother Li Yi's sword have a name?" ”

"It's called...... Breaks. Li Yi paused before answering.

Song Shangfei lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Broken? This sword shouldn't be on the sword spectrum, right? ”

Li Yi shook his head, "No." ”

The Broken Sword was a gift from Master ten years ago, and he practiced the basic skills for four years before Master let him take the helm of the sword after his illness was gone.

Song Shangfei's expression instantly became serious, and he hugged his fist at him with his sword and said, "Brother Li Yi, please advise." ”

Li Yi said: "Master Song, please." ”

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Song Shangfei's sharp eyes stared at Li Yi's actions.

Seeing that Li Yi still didn't mean to draw his sword, Song Shangfei couldn't help but clench the Mo lacquer in his hand.

He jumped up half a foot high, and Mo Qi aimed at Li Yi and swept with a sword, Li Yi quickly bent down to dodge and took a step back, and the sleeves of his shirt floated up.

Immediately afterwards, Song Shangfei rushed towards Li Yi with all his strength, and at this time, Li Yi quickly unsheathed to resist, and two white blades reflected their respective faces, one with fierceness and the other with indifference.

The Broken Sword was finally unveiled, and it was amazing at first glance.

Song Shangfei had a little difficulty receiving this sword, his brows were furrowed, because Li Yi's strength was too great, Song Shangfei had no choice but to squat slightly, and a sense of pressure spread along his scalp to his back.

With such a strong internal force, there are not many in this world.

However, after a while, Li Yi swiped the broken mark to the right to end the confrontation between the two.

Li Yi's body was light, his face was unwavering, and he seemed to be a casual sword style, but his moves were fatal, and during the battle, Song Shangfei did not dare to relax his vigilance.

The two of them in the ring faced each other in the air, the sword light was shining, and the two figures instantly approached and retreated, and so on, and they fought for a long time.

The purpose of Li Yi's relict swordsmanship is to move forward quickly when the enemy is weak, and defend when the enemy attacks.

Song Shangfei was also able to endure his temperament, and he did not panic and lose his proportions because he was at a disadvantage.

However, Li Yi's swordsmanship was really superb, and he was pressing step by step, Song Shangfei didn't have time to dodge, and unfortunately his arm was scratched a shallow mark, and the blood immediately leached out, but it was no big deal.

Song Shangfei glanced down at his left arm, his eyes gradually narrowed, his handsome facial features became sharp, and a murderous aura climbed into his eyes.

Li Yi's face was still plain, without a trace of expression.

He Yuxiang couldn't help laughing heartily when he saw Song Shangfei eating on stage, "Haha, when you meet the boss, this Song Hall Master is like a kite with broken wings, I can't be proud, see if you dare to be arrogant in the future." ”

Zhong Nan especially listened to He Yuxiang's words, and also scolded: "Even if it is the famous Phantom Hall Master in the rivers and lakes, he has not been beaten to the ground by Brother Li Yi, who is strong and who is weak, the yin-eyed people can see it." ”

"Zhong Nan, this bad word is better than what I said, not bad." He Yuxiang hugged Zhong Nan's shoulders and smiled, he really didn't make this little brother in vain.

"Brother Yu Xiang, if you continue to fight in this situation, it won't take a few moves, and Hall Master Song will have to cry and step down, right?" Zhong Nan exerted his black belly, turned his head to look at He Yuxiang and asked.

He Yuxiang arrogantly straightened his neck and said, "Of course." ”

The strength of the boss can be described as extremely terrifying, according to Lu Rui's words, even if hundreds of people besiege the boss, before the old ambassador can show half of his strength, those people will definitely be beaten down long ago.

During the journey, Lu Rui and He Yuxiang were really fortunate to see the boss make a move, nearly a hundred bandit leaders held swords and blades, and slashed towards Li Yi with a fierce momentum, only to see Li Yi bend the corners of his mouth, sneering at the bandits with disdain, and secretly complaining about their indiscretion.