The next day, early in the morning.

In the martial arts training ground of Changle Villa, there have been many people, these people are dressed in neat purple clothes, carrying long swords, there are more than a hundred numbers, standing tall and straight, showing the demeanor of famous disciples.

The gates of the villa were wide open, as if to welcome someone.

Sima Ziyi, dressed in purple, sat in the hall, the long sword of the famous Jiangnan leaned on his right hand, he got up early, waiting for the arrival of the person who got off the battle sticker. The post did not mark the time and place, but he had a hunch that the other party would definitely come to the door today.

So he waited in the hall early in the morning for the challenger to arrive.

Time passed little by little, and it was almost noon.

Sima Ziyi's face was a little ugly, could it be that he guessed wrong, the other party didn't come to the door today at all?

Just when he was about to give up,

Outside the gate of the villa, a cyan figure appeared, and the figure gradually elongated, revealing the figure of Uncle Tai.

Sima Ziyi was moved when he heard the news, and he had already slowly come to the martial arts training ground, looking at the bearing of the disciples under him, he nodded and felt more satisfied, but he looked at the Tai Shu who came over, and his eyes were a little solemn.

Because the other party has an indescribable charm from the moment he steps into his sight, the other party's momentum is like the sea, not shocked, and even calm, and people with this kind of momentum are usually strong.

However, a sneer hung on the corner of Sima Ziyi's mouth, even so, the other party came here this time just to bring humiliation on himself. His right hand moved to the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and he smiled at Uncle Tai: "Your Excellency came to the door, is it the name of a famous sword in the south of the Yangtze River?" ”

Uncle Tai's martial arts, he doesn't know, but he can fight against Ximen Chuixue, I don't think it will be weak there, many people used to challenge him for the name of the famous sword in Jiangnan, but they have all died under his sword.

Although Sima Ziyi is a little arrogant, he is still a little self-aware, and the strength in front of him is many times stronger than those guys who don't know the height of the sky.

Uncle Tai smiled faintly at Sima Ziyi's words, and did not answer his words, but looked around, looked at those upright disciples, and said lightly: "Your Excellency has taken a lot of trouble to gather all the disciples under him, what do you want to do?" Didn't I know that I would lose, so let my disciples rush up and solve me? ”

"Boy, where are you from, it's so arrogant!"

"Who do you think you are, it's ridiculous to win my master!"

"Boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, wait to die under my master's sword!"

Although Uncle Tai's voice was very light and light, it was unusually clear that it reached those disciples, and the disciples immediately became angry, as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest.

Sima Ziyi naturally heard this kind of words, he had always been arrogant, his face gradually became iron-blue, and he didn't talk nonsense, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Uncle Tai.

"Junior's arrogance! Do you think that if you fight with Simon Blowing Snow, you can be proud of the others, it's really overwhelming! ”

Sima Ziyi's speed was extremely fast, and as soon as the words fell, he had already appeared in front of Uncle Tai's eyes, a little light appeared, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he stabbed towards Uncle Tai with great speed.

The speed is extremely fast, and Uncle Tai can't dodge, and this speed is even comparable to the speed of Ximen blowing snow.

However, even if Uncle Tai had a way to dodge, he didn't want to dodge, because he was very confident in his defense, and since the battle of Ximen Blowing Snow, his Xuanwu Qi Gong had become more perfect, and it was much stronger than before.

"Dang!"

The long sword struck on Uncle Tai's chest, his clothes were torn, revealing his strong muscles, Sima Ziyi's face changed, and his right hand holding the sword suddenly exerted force, and the strength was twice as strong, but Uncle Tai's face was as usual, his body was immovable, his legs were rooted, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, looking at Sima Ziyi, there was a faint mockery.

Sima Ziyi's sword speed was very fast, but the fierceness of the sword qi was really small compared to Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Practicing hard qigong horizontally, you have practiced it to this extent!"

Sima Ziyi's face showed a frightened expression, and he drew his sword to reorganize the offensive and stabbed at Uncle Tai again, the speed was still fast, and the target was the eyes.

His eyes were the cover door of Uncle Tai's fire, so naturally he couldn't let Sima Ziyi succeed, so his big hand suddenly poked out and blocked his eyes.

The long sword and the big hand clashed together, still as futile, the big hand was as tough as iron, unscathed.

Sima Ziyi still wanted to draw the sword, but it was too late, but he saw Uncle Tai's big hand flip, and the sword body was grabbed by him, and then he twisted suddenly, and the long sword was accompanied by a wailing sound, shattering a few knots.

Sima Ziyi was shocked, his whole body was full of energy, he withdrew his sword and retreated, he had never encountered this kind of thing, the other party's defense was simply terrifying, even the honest monk was not so strong.

Just when his figure was about to retreat, Uncle Tai was scorched, only to see his right hand move, the smoke sword appeared in his hand, his figure was fluttering, and he chased straight towards Sima Ziyi, and in an instant, the sword was full of intent, and a sword was slashed out, as if the wind on the sea suddenly rose, and the black clouds pressed the city, and the lightning and thunder roared between the rapid circulation, which was heart-wrenching.

The opponent's sword is a broad and long iron sword, Sima Ziyi can clearly see the trend of the opponent's sword moves, he desperately wants to dodge, but in his eyes, the sword that is not fast slashes towards him, unable to dodge,.

The sword was slashing into Sima Ziyi's chest.

The purple shirt was shattered, the blood was marked, Sima Ziyi fell to the sky, and a book flowed out of the broken purple shirt.

Uncle Tai's eyes were sharp, and he clearly saw the words "drawing swordsmanship" written on it, his body moved, grabbed it in his hand, flashed continuously, and appeared outside Changle Villa after a while, with a long roar, Jin Peng, glowing with a faint golden light, flew from the sky, his figure jumped, sat on Jin Peng's back, and disappeared into the distance.

Three days later.

Within a certain valley.

The sound of the long sword unsheathed sounded.

In the howling cold wind, the sound of unsheath continued according to a fixed rhythm.

Uncle Tai kept drawing his sword in front of the mountain rock in front of him, and the stone chips on the rock splashed everywhere in the sun. Every time Uncle Tai draws his sword, it is as fast as lightning, and the spirit and spirit are integrated with heaven and earth, from the moment the sword handle is unsheathed, a sword is drawn out with three kinds of strength, these three forces are advanced layer by layer, so that the big iron sword is particularly fast when it is unsheathed, each sword is split on the rock, and the blue light is shining for a while, only the green shadow is flashing, and the figure of Uncle Tai is not visible.

"Six......,five thousand five hundred and seventy-four"

"Six thousand five hundred seventy-five ......"

Uncle Tai burned sword after sword, constantly drawing his sword, without stopping, as fast as lightning. He sensed the changes of each sword with his heart.

I don't know how long,

Uncle Tai stood up and shook the dust off his body.

"Sima Ziyi's sword drawing technique is really a bit of a doorway, and these three kinds of strength can actually increase the speed of drawing the sword so fast."

Uncle Tai looked at the sky, it was already evening, he was leaving, the sword drawing technique had been practiced, and he wanted to find out Lu Xiaofeng's whereabouts.