"The Yishan Yue Nu Palace has been domineering for hundreds of years, do you not know until today?" A clear voice came, and Li Haihua, who was away from the hatred sword, carried the long sword on his shoulder, and carried Jin Tianhong to the Bright Peak Sword Platform.

Luo Mingxian was furious, and he was about to burst out of his mouth with a dirty word, but Peng Wuwang covered him: "Mingxian, stand back."

At this time, the Seven Great Protectors of the Burial Sword Pond and their eldest disciples came to the vicinity of the Sword Table. Only then did Peng Wuwang and his apprentice find that there were more than a dozen tables and a lot of futons around the sword platform, and these Dharma Protector Elders and his disciples each found seats and sat down, talking to each other, as if they were going to watch a big drama in full swing.

Peng Wuwang and Luo Mingxian suddenly felt as if they were standing naked in the midst of the living, unspeakably embarrassed.

"Master, they ......" Luo Mingxian felt embarrassed and embarrassed, and looked at Peng Hopeless for help.

Peng Wuwang patted his head, pointed to the words "reluctant, see Hua" on the sword platform, spat out a turbid breath, and said, "Do you remember the story of being very reluctant to give up the sword?" Thinking of the deeds of Fenghua Shuang, Luo Mingxian was in good spirits and nodded vigorously.

"They must have faced this scene back then. Are we not as good as the ancients?" Peng said hopelessly.

"Of course not!" Luo Mingxian puffed up his chest hard, looked at the majestic Peng Wuwang with adoration, and secretly thought, "I am Master's apprentice, I am a descendant of Renyi Hall, I must not be looked down upon by them."

When Hua Jinghong led Fang Feihong, Luo Lianhong, Zhao Yinghong and other chief disciples of each hall to the sword competition, everyone stood up and bowed to her. When everyone bowed their heads, Hua Jinghong saw Peng Wuwang, who was standing tall with his back to the rising sun, through the heavy figures. At this time, the morning sun was sprinkled with golden light behind Peng Wuwang, holding the handle of the knife, and the momentum was solemn, as if Peng Wuwang, who was wearing a golden armor, walked down from the South Heavenly Gate proudly.

The mountain breeze of Yishan blows slowly, bringing up the pale yellow placket of Hua Jinghong, she is still a picture of imminent departure, ethereal like a god's demeanor, just like a Lingbo fairy who is raised in the wind, as long as a floating cloud floats by, it will be gone. Peng Wuwang recalled a big battle between himself and her in the Golden Mansion: it was too far away, like a grudge before three lives. He felt a sigh in his heart, and he could hardly believe that he had any kind of non-entanglement with this fairy-like figure. The name of Jin Baiba was like a puddle of rancid sewage crossing his heart, and Peng Wuwang felt disgusted. His gaze turned to Jin Tianhong, who was standing beside Li Haihua. He saw the complex look in her eyes, hatred, sighs, pity, and a hint of resentment. How sad her life must have been. Peng Wuwang smiled bitterly and sighed.

Seeing Peng Wuwang's snow-white teeth exposed with a slight smile, as if a snowy lightning bolt crossed her heart, Hua Jinghong's heart actually had a trace of throbbing, and she had never seen anyone who could show a smile on the top of this hostile light, she had never seen it in her life. What kind of man would have such a frank heart?

"Long time no see, Miss Hua!" Peng Wuwang coughed dryly and said slowly.

Hua Jinghong seemed to be distracted for a moment, stunned for a moment, and then smiled calmly: "Brother Peng has always been good."

Peng Wuwang raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to do if you have nothing to do?" Cool and fast, let's get in." After that, he pushed Luo Mingxian, took a few steps forward, and held the knife to gain momentum.

"Brother Peng is tired from mountaineering, don't you need to take a break?" Hua Jinghong asked.

"I've been waiting for you here for so long, I've had enough rest, come on." Peng waved his hand hopelessly.

"Where is Brother Peng's mandarin duck knife?" Hua Jinghong calmly twisted a sword trick and asked leisurely.

"The mandarin duck knife was broken by the master of the Qingfeng Hall and turned into powder. All Peng can rely on today is the two knives in his hands." Peng said hopelessly. Liao Liao said a few words, but there was a stirring pride, and everyone who was watching the battle seemed to have an earth-shattering decisive battle between Peng Wuwang and the master of Qingfeng Hall.

Hua Jinghong's heart was even more curious, she spent most of her life practicing kendo in Yishan, and she had no chance to travel in the rivers and lakes at all, and most of the senior masters of the Yue Nu Palace disdained to join the ranks of the laity in the rivers and lakes, and rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes, and the disciples under her command had little experience in the rivers and lakes. However, the bizarre scenery and exciting deeds on the rivers and lakes have deeply attracted the hearts of all the younger disciples from Huahua Jinghong. And the killing of the Qingfeng Hall Master, a rare event for decades, made them yearn for it very much.

"The battle to kill the master of Qingfeng Hall must be very interesting, I don't know if Brother Peng can tell you a word or two after the sword competition." Hua Jinghong couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart and asked loudly.

"Hey, dozens of my companions died in that battle, so did you have the word funny in Fairy Hua's mouth?" Peng Wuwang was furious, the tiger roared, and the double knives slashed out a dazzling light, the left hand knife used the golden scale flying shadow knife to take Hua Jinghong's waist and abdomen, and the right hand knife used the Hengjiang knife method to take Hua Jinghong's neck. Hua Jinghong Tianji Sword burst out with a cloud of silver light, and the sword walked in a zigzag shape, swaying left and right, as if trying to parry. Peng Wuwang perked up, his hands sank, and he was about to make a move in his heart. said that it was too late, Hua Jinghong Hao's wrist shook, and the sword body that wanted to go to the left and right suddenly froze, turned into a silver arrow, and shot at Peng Hopeless's eyebrows, and her body suddenly approached, and squeezed in from Peng Hopeless's double knives. Peng Wuwang didn't expect Hua Jinghong's moves to change so quickly and strangely, so he had to step on the bluestone slab on the sword platform, and his body retreated quickly as if he had a machine, and he barely avoided Hua Jinghong's head-on sword with his body method, and the two-handed knife still followed the original knife path, forcing from the left and right.

Hua Jinghong praised Peng Wuwang's strain, his body rose into the air like a rocket, and the long sword turned from a direct hit to a vertical split. She smiled slightly, and the Celestial Scar Sword fluttered like a feather, and the sword style that was originally as heavy as a thousand pounds suddenly became light and elegant. Peng Hopeless's cross gate Huo Ran closed his momentum, and on the side of his body, the knife in his right hand was like a dragon out of the water, shooting Hua Jinghong's left shoulder and shoulder well, and the left-handed knife was flicked, wanting to push away Hua Jinghong's force to split Huashan. The tip of Hua Jinghong's sword trembled slightly, Qing Yue's sword roared slowly, and the long sword that was originally split vertically suddenly swept over like lightning and lightning, intercepting Peng Wuhope's right hand in mid-air. Peng Wuwang was shocked, the knife in his right hand quickly retracted, only to feel a huge pain in the tiger's mouth, it had been cut by the Heavenly Scar Sword, if it was a little slower, one hand would be abolished. The knife in his left hand reflexively pulled a flat flower, and swept towards Hua Jinghong's right waist with a force of 100,000 horizontal grinding. Hua Jinghong couldn't further expand the results of the battle, and returned to the sword to block, and took a step back. This round of confrontation was the first time that the two had tested each other. Peng Wuwang could see that Hua Jinghong's moves were like antelope hanging horns, there was no trace to follow, and no matter how he cracked it, he could barely get a tie with a two-handed knife. Hua Jinghong saw that Peng Wuwang's two-handed knife was very tricky, as if two Peng Wuwang made moves at the same time, taking a big advantage in the moves, making it impossible for his sword style to continue as if he were breaking through. However, his moves are light and dexterous and lack of change, and his changes are much slower than his own. These are all gaps in tricks, and as for the gaps in martial arts, they have to be separated through a competition.

Hua Jinghong's heart was very excited, she could see that Peng Wuwang had made great progress in martial arts in the past two years, and in time, he would definitely be able to ascend to the throne of the top master. Being able to compete with such a master is really immeasurable.

And Peng Wuwang was secretly surprised in his heart, he found that Hua Jinghong's swordsmanship could not detect the bottom line at all, as if it could be played endlessly, and the extreme power of her swordsmanship, how terrifying it was, he really didn't know. He took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and steadily raised his twin knives and took a step forward. With a "Pu" sound, the entire sword table was shocked by this heavy step, and the dust was raised.

The onlookers of the Yue Nu Palace and Luo Mingxian were all nervous, they all knew that this step would open the prelude to a more fierce fight.

On the sword platform, Hua Jinghong's moon-white clothes moved in the wind, the long sword pointed obliquely at the blue sky, and the sword body moved slowly with the direction of the sun. Peng Wuwang's gray clothes did not move at all, and the muscles on his neck throbbed abnormally, feeling the temperature of the sun shining on the muscles behind him. In an instant, Hua Jinghong's long sword stood up, and the sword body reflected the sun's rays and shone into Peng Wuhope's eyes. It's not good, Peng Wuwang closed his eyes and turned sideways, and the sunlight shining behind him was not blocked by him, and it shone straight into Hua Jinghong's eyes. The eyes of the two of them went black at the same time, and they took a step back as if they had a tacit understanding with each other. Then, Peng Wuwang and Hua Jinghong shouted in unison, and the sword turned into a sky full of brilliance and knocked down together, and the figures of the two seemed to merge into the mist transformed by the sword light and sword shadow.

"Such a fast sword, curious moves, is the swordsmanship of the Yue Nu Palace really invincible in the world?" Peng Wuwang struggled to open his eyes, wanting to touch the movement of Qinghua's Rainbow Swordsmanship, the dazzling sword light stimulated his red eyes, his nose felt a burst of soreness, the tear glands pulsated for a while, and the tears seemed to be about to flow down in a blink of an eye. He gritted his teeth and struggled to hold back the sour feeling in his eyes, because he knew that if the tears filled his eyes, he would never be able to see where Qinghua's next sword would strike.

"He has obviously been invaded by my sword qi in his eyes, why can he still attack so fiercely. Could it be that he really is the legendary immortal body?" Hua Jinghong thought in surprise. At this time, Peng Wuhope's double knives blew the wind, ignoring the sword that cut into the lower abdomen, and slashed head-on.

"It's another ruthless move that ends in the same end, what an amazing boldness." Hua Jinghong's heart was agitated, the blood in her chest seemed to be boiling by Peng Wuwang's bravery, and the Yue Nu Palace Divine Sword was even more amazing in her hands.

Looking at Hua Jinghong's swordsmanship as powerful and agile as the Heavenly God's Practice, the hearts of the younger disciples of the Yue Nu Palace were filled with infinite pride. The Yue Goddess Sword, which has lasted for hundreds of years, has been passed down endlessly, and until now, it is still a peerless sword that no one can shake in the rivers and lakes. And those Dharma Protector Elders in the Burial Sword Pool, greedily and hungrily watched Hua Jinghong's moves and styles, secretly confirming each other with their proud moves, and constantly found that they had not been able to comprehend the beauty of the Yue Goddess Sword before, and their hearts were both happy and ashamed, and sighed with emotion that their decades of hard work were like a fictitious, and they couldn't even appreciate the subtlety of the Yue Nu Palace's swordsmanship. And Li Haihua, the sword of hatred, was reminded of the past by this competition, immersed in the memories of her heroic deeds in the past, despite the opposition of the palace master, and insisted on wandering the rivers and lakes with her senior sister.

Luo Mingxian's eyes widened, desperately staring at the sword table, but the movements of Master and Hua Jinghong were so fast that he couldn't see a single move at all, and he could only vaguely see a moonlight mixed with a gray shadow, flying up and down, dividing and merging. In his ears, he could hear Peng's hopeless roar like a tiger, Hua Jinghong's exhalation, and Qingyue's roar like a crane's roar. And the roar of the tiger and the crane could not be synchronized with their figures, sometimes the sound was in the north, and the figure was already in the south, and sometimes the voice was in the south, and the figure returned to the north. The sound of fierce sword clashes was everywhere, as if the invisible elves had secretly hung firecrackers on the entire sword table, and they were being set off at this time. His heart was so anxious that he was about to burn, whether the master could win or not, whether the master was an advantage or a disadvantage. He felt a hint of anxiety and indignation mixed with Master's whistling, while Hua Jinghong's crane chirped with excitement and joy. Could it be that Master is going to lose?

Suddenly, there was a hoarse sound from the sword platform, and this sound was so dull that Luo Mingxian's heart was suffocated, and he just wanted to vomit. Then, suddenly, the sound became unusually loud, and the wind blew, and this terrible loud sound seemed to pierce the ear drums.

A gray shadow stood out from the sword light and sword shadow, and gradually the gray shadow condensed into the image of Peng Wuwang's eyebrows, he staggered back more than ten steps, and almost fell off the sword platform, but fortunately he inserted the double knife upside down into the bluestone slab, which stopped him from retreating. A trace of blood burst out of his left leg, followed by his right rib, left arm, and back, and blood dripping on the bluestone slab, forming a big mess. Only then did Luo Mingxian understand why the sword table, which should have the same tone, had mottled colors of light and dark. How many heroes of the rivers and lakes who once dominated the world hated this, and in vain achieved the invincible prestige of the Yue Goddess Sword in the world, just like Peng Wuwang at this moment. The silent bluestone ground of the sword platform is soaked in the blood and tears of many heroes. Luo Mingxian's heart swelled with sadness, and tears filled his eyes.

At this time, Hua Jinghong, dressed in moon-white clothes, fell leisurely from mid-air like a flying crane, and the sword light surged around her like waves. The people of the Yue Nu Palace cheered loudly, and there was a jubilant atmosphere.

At this moment, Peng Wuwang suddenly stood up straight like a javelin, with two knives horizontal, staring at Hua Jinghong's figure viciously like a tiger on the mountain. A chill ran in the hearts of the onlookers.

Hua Jinghong smiled calmly, and as soon as the long sword was unfurled, the move that had already been prepared came out. Her invincible Scar Sword suddenly vanished, as if dissolved into the air. And in front of her, there was a cyan sea tide, like a heavenly river pouring down, surging from mid-air and rushing towards Peng Wuwang.

This sea tide is like a sword shadow, and it is like a sword gang, and it seems to be just a sword made of vigorous energy from the sword. She seems to have reached the realm of the sword path of the unity of the sword and the gang, and she is holding Mount Tai and surpassing the North Sea, which is what she can't do and what she can't do.

"Super Sea Sword Technique!" The crowd screamed in unison. Only Luo Mingxian stood up excitedly and shouted loudly, "Master, don't lose to Hua Jinghong!"

A gentle smile appeared at the corners of Peng Wuwang's tense mouth, but then his entire face revealed a frosty coldness. The single knife in his left hand was suddenly thrown into the air by him, allowing it to fall. And his right hand knife slashed at his left hand like lightning, one, two, three, four. The single knife that was broken into five pieces was pulled by his dragon capture true qi, as if a fierce beast from the Nine Shadows, from five different directions, according to the strange curve, shot towards Hua Jinghong, who was still in mid-air. This is a new move he created inspired by Luo Yixiao: Five Tigers Break the Door. The route traveled by these five knives at this time was based on Luo Yixiao's move to break the demon.

"Ahh Everyone on the lookers didn't expect Peng Wuwang to have such a magical trick until now, and they all exclaimed. Many of the young disciples actually closed their eyes, too nervous to look at them anymore.

Only Hua Jinghong was calm as usual, she seemed to have calculated that Peng Wuwang would make this move, and with a lift of her bare hand, the green tide that crossed the world miraculously rolled up a line of monstrous waves, and in the blink of an eye, the castration of the five knives was cut off. Peng Wuwang snorted, his left hand pressed like a string, and the five broken knives seemed to be given life by the gods, and they drilled down like a fish, dodging the green tide, and then raised their heads high like a poisonous snake, and shot at Hua Jinghong's chest and abdomen like lightning. This is the assassination demon who almost killed Peng Wuwang with a knife in Luo Yixiao's knife technique.

"Good!" Hua Jinghong's long chant echoed in mid-air, and his hands drew a graceful circle from bottom to top, driving the green tide in the sky to roll like a whirlwind, and the sword gang that filled the sky and earth seemed to be omnipresent and all-encompassing. The five broken knives that shot at her like a bamboo were cut off by this burst of qi. As soon as the first knife touched, it shattered into a cloud of light powder and scattered in the wind, followed by a second knife and a third knife. The five broken knives burst out one after another with a burst of brilliant brilliance, shattered into powder, as if they were five festival flowers, first dragging a long flame of light into the air, and then setting off colorful chrysanthemum-like fireworks, and then disappearing into the air. The sword qi surged like waves on the top of the light, making a sharp whistling, and the birds on the sword platform chirped in panic and flew away, and bursts of chill fell from the top of the light into the sea of clouds in all directions.

When Hua Jinghong fell back to the ground, she was greeted by the hoarse cheers of all the Yue Nu Palace disciples on the top of the light. Even the calm Burial Sword Pool Dharma Protectors couldn't help but applaud loudly, and they were so excited that they lost their normality. Everyone was impressed by the earth-shattering sword she had just made. That has reached the ultimate of swordsmanship, sublimating the Super Sea Sword Technique to a new realm.