The Heavenly Swordsman looked down at the jailer a little proudly: "Lord Fang has recently packed up the people of the Maso Sword Sect, and there will be nothing to do within the year, so send someone out to get a few girls to play, if you sweep away the interest of the adults......"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" the jailer said repeatedly, and Mr. Matt, who had spoken out to stop the jailer, "stepped forward" like the embodiment of "justice" at this time, and said in an arrogant tone: "What?

The Heavenly Swordsman was a little surprised, to be precise, he turned around with some vigilance, and carefully examined the person in front of him. The person in his eyes was dressed in bells and whistles, as if he had accidentally fallen into the dye vat, dyed out a mixed and unrecognizable color, the hairstyle flying on his head was very recognizable, the standard Shenjian Gate "stand out from the crowd" hairstyle, the aura on that person's body was obscure and dangerous, but it did not give the Heavenly Swordsman an invincible sense of oppression, although the Heavenly Swordsman could feel that the ice qi on that person's body was very large, but he could also sense it at the same time, the battle qi on his body was not mellow, and some places turned obscure, which was the best manifestation of the low realm.

"How old are you?!" The Heavenly Swordsman became angry as soon as he saw the head shape that killed Matt, once upon a time, this clump of deviant hair was itself a kind of banner to eliminate demons, and it was a rebellion against the cruel human life of the people under the dark kingship, and it was a mockery and questioning of the rotten Confucianism who were not as good as bullshit. The fluttering brown hair was almost a banner in the gray dawn, but now it was nothing more than a symbol of treachery, betrayal of one's ancestors, murder of one's fellow people, and servility to royal power, servile licking, and praise of sin, and was no longer the glorious, rebellious banner, but like the speckled fur of the pug, an ornament that pleases the master.

The Heavenly Swordsman is not afraid of the people of the Divine Sword Sect, especially now that he is holding the token of the Fifth Rank Official, and the Divine Sword Sect, or the rank of the Divine Sword Army, is mostly between the sixth and seventh ranks, even Xue Wuxian, the head of the Divine Sword Sect, is also a minor official of the Sixth Rank.

"This official Xue Wuxian is ashamed to lead the Fire Gate Admiral Zhang Jing to walk, from the fourth grade, you are just a pariahs who are other people's lackeys, don't you kneel?" The words of killing Mr. Matt made the Tianfang Swordsman really a little surprised, he stared at the sky blue eyes, very strange, very frightened, and very excited to look at the person in front of him: "You, Xue Wuxian, Xue Dazhang?"

"Yes, it's the official. Xue Wuxian raised his head high, unaware that the figure of the prison had appeared behind him. The Heavenly Swordsman turned his head and glanced at the jailer, pretending to be very embarrassed, but in fact, he didn't take it seriously at all: "Although our family is only a fifth-grade person, is the responsibility on his shoulders...... This is very hard to say, in case Lord Fang is sick by the Braille Haba of some Excalibur Army, so that the armament is a little bit slack, I'm afraid that your so-called from the fourth grade is not properly done, right?

"Don't think about it!" Xue Wuxian waved his hand domineeringly: "What iron scroll Danshu, what is the first level of the official, in front of this official, it is all nonsense, this official is the first on the white dragon list——"

"Pull it down!" The Heavenly Swordsman snorted coldly: "The White Dragon List doesn't know where to rest now!"

His words must have annoyed Xue Wuxian, because he saw that the other party's cockscomb head slowly softened, and an ice-blue mist rose on his body, the Heavenly Swordsman's face was grim, and he reached out to hold the four-foot heavy sword behind his back, he was born in the Iron Sword Sect, and he used two-handed heavy swords all his life, although he learned many light skills from thousands of people, but the skills and precepts inherited from his ancestor did not dare to forget it for a moment.

He held the sword, but did not draw it, a pair of sky-blue eyes stared at Xue Wuji's right hand, waiting for him to make the first move. The Heavenly Swordsman looked at Xue Wuxian's posture of holding the sword in his right hand, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, half happy and half doubtful, he felt that Xue Wujian's posture of holding the sword had lost the bravery and self-confidence of a generation of sword heroes.

It was a gesture of holding a sword that only ordinary people would use, the five fingers were tightly clasped on the hilt of the sword, and the wrist was also stiff, unlike the Tianfang swordsman's own right hand, which was half-gripped, the wrist was relaxed, and the elbow joint also provided a pull towards the front, so that the moment he took out the sword by himself, the blade crossed the arc, and the distance traveled was almost twenty percent longer than Xue Wuxian drawing the sword in a straight line along the scabbard, but at the moment when the long sword was completely unsheathed, the hand holding the sword had already reached the starting position of the scenery stab in an instant! And Xue Wuxian needed to turn his wrist hard, correct the direction of the long sword, and then lift his elbow in order to move his hand to the appropriate position for the sword, not to mention anything else, that is, the moment the long sword was unsheathed, the time and physical strength spent were comparable to the time of the entire action of the Heavenly Swordsman arcing to draw the sword.

The Heavenly Swordsman clearly remembered that Xue Wuxian could draw his sword in an arc, but at this time he adopted a more stupid way, did he not want to? No, he couldn't, because only a swordsman who was really dedicated to the sword could concentrate on using such a sword drawing technique, a little mood fluctuation, a little distracting thoughts, just afraid that the hand that drew the sword in the arc would slow down, lazy, and draw the sword along the straight line of the scabbard. The arc drawing technique is not a skill that can be practiced by muscle memory.

The middle-aged Heavenly Swordsman, whose eyes were as vicious as a pit viper, could see his swordsmanship from Xue Wuji's hand at a glance, not only did he not advance an inch, but he also regressed a lot. The Heavenly Swordsman knew that he had no chance of winning in front of ten thousand people, but in the face of Xue Wuxian, the former head of the Iron Sword Sect and the number one master in the sect, he really wanted to come and ask for advice!

He saw his hope of victory, and for the first time, he realized that it was actually possible for him to defeat this former No. 1 master of the righteous path!

He felt like his blood was already burning, not boiling.

In front of him, Xue Wuxian's blood was really boiling, it was a bad feeling of being angry with a "pariah" to the point of boiling with fighting intent. Xue Wuxian also has his own pride, although his dignity has long been trampled to the ground by the concubines in the palace and the monks of Fahua Temple, but he still adheres to his nihilistic pride, his pride lies in his status, more precisely, the power that his position brings to her.

Xue Wuxian is obsessed with power, and his pride is also rooted in this power, and he does not allow anyone with a lower status than him to laugh at him, question him, and even question the "White Dragon List" that he regards as his life. In Xue Wuxian's concept, the White Dragon Bang, which was a special canonization given to him by the imperial court, was an honor with the "imperial flavor" and could not be trampled on by others.

"The White Dragon List has never been far away, it stands quietly above your bones. Xue Wuxian lowered his eyes, revealing a decadent and "affectionate" look that was exclusive to killing Matt, and said such a lofty declaration in his mouth, but his hand moved first, and he drew his sword at the fastest speed in his life as he spoke.

Boom!

"When?" Kill Matt's eyes suddenly widened, and the lake-green pupils were full of disbelief, and the slightest hint of panic could not be concealed. Xue Wuji's sword was so fast, as fast as a ghostly glimpse, but when his sword swept into the heart of the Heavenly Swordsman, he was almost pierced through his elbow by a starlight that stabbed him, if it weren't for the fact that he instinctively changed his move halfway through the hard work of decades, and changed the sweep to a parry, he was afraid that this sword would temporarily nullify his right hand.

In front of him, the face of the Heavenly Swordsman was solemn, and his blue eyes burned with solemnity and excitement: "So strong!" The Heavenly Swordsman, who was on the right path, nodded, and first removed his own momentary stab. His admiration fell on Xue Wuji's ears, and it was as annoying as a slap in the face.

"Where did the nameless rat come from-" Xue Wuxian raised his hand again without reluctance, and the long sword in his hand was swept by him with a blow, almost turning into a blue whip shadow, and it was drawn towards the face of the Heavenly Swordsman, the Heavenly Swordsman was prepared this time, and the long sword was picked up, and it accurately hit the fatal weakness of Xue Wujian's sword move.

"How can this kind of second-rate divine skill be worthy of your identity?" The tone of the Heavenly Swordsman had slowly leaked out of banter, although this shock made his wrist hurt, but the opponent's incredible slippage in swordsmanship filled his heart with a sense of pleasure and pride in avenging the sect's beliefs. The Heavenly Swordsman knows very well that the Divine Sword Gate's Zhen Sect's divine skills "Sword Mang Heart Sutra" and "A Moment of Scenery Thorn" are the ultimate swords, and it is better not to take out those tattered moves of the Idle Sword Sect to show their eyes.

However, he didn't have any arrogant thoughts at all, he didn't even think that he could defeat the strong enemy in front of him, Xue Wuxian was the pinnacle of Jindan after all, and he had cultivated the battle spirit qi, such an opponent, the battle qi in his body was so huge that he didn't dare to imagine it, the Heavenly Swordsman didn't have the courage to start a life-and-death fight with this kind of person, he just thought that he could force this person back.

At this time, there was already a circle of people standing ten zhang away around them, and everyone did not shout and cheer, but just watched quietly, watching the masters who are rare on weekdays. The crowd of onlookers rarely discussed, everyone stared wide-eyed, carefully observing every movement of the masters, contributing to their poor realm, maybe the master made a move, let himself break through the shackles, and the realm was elevated.

"To deal with a rookie like you, do you need any difficult magic skills?" Xue Wuji's hair slowly stood up again, and thin ice needles emerged from the space around his body, and the Heavenly Swordsman saw him so sneakily drumming up his battle qi, sneered, and simply thought about it, and clusters of bright blue ice edges erupted all over his body, and on the long sword in his hand, the frost condensed into a sharp and smooth cutting blade, and the blue Xuan Ice with blue wind pressure attacked first with a very simple, but flawless downward split.

"Ten Realms Collapse King Slash!"

The ice storm was like a wild dragon, roaring and erupting into a ten-foot ice explosion along the direction of the Heavenly Swordsman's downward split, the trajectory of the sword was so clear and so simple, anyone with a little actual combat experience could see it, but no one dared to take it, because the sword was too strong and too sharp, and the ice explosion was full of the sharp energy of the sword, and the sharp attack made people dare not confront it head-on, they could only flash sideways, and there was no flaw in the sword blade full of attack power.

At this moment, the Heavenly Swordsman had no weakness in his entire front.

The moment Xue Wuxian saw this sword, he instinctively dodged it, and his body moved sideways by more than three feet, only to remember that his battle qi was much thicker than that of his opponent, and there was no need to be afraid at all, he took two steps forward with some annoyance, and deceived into the extremely close range in front of the Heavenly Swordsman, and the one-handed long sword instantly changed into countless large lights and shadows, and the icy needles turned into wind and snow at this moment.

This is one of the few swordsmanship in the world that can unfold the wind and snow.

"Snow Treading Traceless Sword!"

The sword light turned into a cloud of snow, enveloping it from all directions, and the Heavenly Swordsman felt that he was simply in the midst of a snow disaster, no matter where he rushed forward, he could not break through this heavy snow, nor could he break through this endless sword light. The heavy sword in his hand hesitated a little after swinging the Ten Realms Collapse King Slash, and the ice armor condensed on his body shattered in several places, and even a three-inch-high blood fountain erupted from his hands and feet.

The severe pain stimulated his ferocity, the Heavenly Swordsman let out a meaningless roar, and the heavy sword in his hand burst out into endless waves, his sword qi had already liquefied at this time, turning into a "sword stream", and stabbed at a certain point in Xue Wuji's sword light with an unstoppable tide-like might.

On the contrary, he is using ingenuity to break strength. In the snowy sky created by Xue Wuxian with sword light, there were actually a few flaws that the Heavenly Swordsman himself couldn't believe. The Heavenly Swordsman grasped one of the flaws, and with a move, the white rainbow pierced through the sun, and the liquefied cold ice sword stream spun like a spear edge and stabbed out, really turning into a blue-white rainbow, breaking out of the wind and snow.

The swirling sword stream was frozen into ice by the snow, condensed into a blue icicle, which shattered under the pressure of the stormy sword, but the flying snow also shattered, like a shattered glass cover. Xue Wuxian took a step back, and the Heavenly Swordsman staggered back three steps, almost to Musk Yue's side, and the two fought against each other in one move, and the victory or defeat was quietly revealed.

The Celestial Swordsman is invincible.

Although he is a good hand in the sword, he still does not have the terrifying talent of the Wan family father and son, and he missed a good opportunity such as the secret realm of the East China Sea, and he has no chance to kill for the time being, and in the face of Xue Wuxian, a former Jindan master, he is inferior in strength and adaptability.

However, from the swordsman's point of view, he won, he actually won.