The two sides seem to be back to square one, facing each other.

"You hid deep enough that you almost caught your way. The withered old man said coldly, trying his best to hide the shock in his heart. The other party's cultivation has greatly exceeded his expectations, and he has the strength to compete with himself at such a young age. The intense murderous intent spread again.

The subtle changes between the other party's gods could not escape Yun Wuya's eyes; "What do you think you have a chance of winning now?"

"What do you think?" the thin old man did not answer the rhetorical question, he would not give the other party a chance to find out his own details.

"Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to lie?" asked Yun Wuyan, who couldn't see a little bit of the pre-war tension in his eyes, it was cold and cool.

"Does this matter? Truth and falsehood are just a sentence, and you can only tell if you have beaten them. "The thin old man calms his state of mind as much as possible, and the master fights the most taboo and impetuous.

"If I say that you don't even have a chance of winning, will you believe it?" Yun Wuya didn't seem to take the other party in his eyes at all, and his cold expression was full of endless confidence.

"Believe it or not, the battle must continue, and I will fight equally whether I believe it or not. You are the same, aren't you?" The thin old man took advantage of the conversation between the two sides to take a healing elixir, so that his state of mind was completely peaceful and returned to his peak state. The heavy aura began to climb gradually, the momentum of the whole body changed, and an incomparably powerful Xuanyuan force slowly overflowed out of the body, and the pale cyan mist body was steaming and diffusing to the naked eye.

Yun Wuya quietly watched the changes in the other party's body, and did not attack when he began to concentrate, the kind of sneak attack that followed, disdainful of it. There is also a kind of lonely mentality of the master, which makes him full of great expectations. Looking forward to the other party's momentum to climb to the top, looking forward to the other party's earth-shattering blow.

A pale cyan mist-like sphere slowly formed, and the divine light in the eyes of the thin old man became sharper and sharper. The spirit returned to one, and the misty orb began to tremble, emitting a low roar.

"Qi cracks mountains and rivers!" The momentum of the thin old man finally climbed to the peak, and if he didn't make a move, it would burst open. With a loud shout, the palms were tightened and pushed sharply, and the misty sphere suddenly flew up in the air, like an arrow off the string, swept towards Yun Wuya with a violent whistling mountain. Twenty meters of space is within the attack range of the foggy sphere.

Yun Wuya looked at the rushing mist-like sphere, without the slightest hint of fear, but pursed his lips very excitedly. Then he stretched out his hand and gently drew a circle in the void, and a cloud like snow suddenly appeared in front of him, and then with a single palm push, the seemingly weak cloud suddenly let out a roar, and quickly met the misty sphere that came from the storm.

"Boom!"

The two powerful gases collided in the air and exploded violently, and the earth-shattering explosion shook the pavilions and houses hundreds of meters away, and the elite masters were also shaken by the burst shockwave, and some were even overturned to the ground.

On the other hand, although the group of black-clothed people in front of Xiaoyue Pavilion were only fifty meters apart, everyone looked calm and unharmed, at most, the corners of their clothes were slightly stirred by the strong air current.

Under the impact of the white clouds, the fog-like sphere instantly fell apart and disappeared, but I saw that the snow-like clouds did not decrease but increased, and they still rushed towards the other party.

The thin old man was shocked, but saw that the white cloud was not only not defeated by himself, but swept even more violently.

The sudden change did not make it panic and shock, although it was shocked but not chaotic, it did not lose an inch, and I don't know when there was a sudden addition of a simple sword in his hand. His hands clenched the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the powerful cloud that was rapidly coming.

Boom!

The wizened old man's long sword came out of its sheath, and a dazzling light pierced the sky, and flew down furiously against the powerful clouds that were rapidly attacking.

"Boom!"

There was another earth-shattering explosion, and the extremely sharp blade of the sword quickly cut into the clouds, like a bamboo. Unexpectedly, when it was cut halfway, it was tightly entangled by a soft force, and it was difficult to enter at all. In an instant, I fell into a situation where I couldn't advance and couldn't retreat.

"Not good!" the thin old man suddenly exclaimed, secretly saying that it was not good, so he had to abandon his sword and retreat in a hurry. The clouds seem to be unforgiving, and they are chasing after them. After all, the other party is a veteran of a hundred battles, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and his toes are a little bit of ground under the rapid retreat, and his body suddenly rises in the air.

A powerful air current, with a series of humming sounds, whizzed past the soles of his feet, narrowly avoiding death. Brushing shoulders with death, my heart was shocked, and my forehead was sweaty.

As if it had a spiritual nature, the cloud saw that the target of the attack had lost its trace, and then it was suspended in the air, and it slowly disintegrated visibly with the naked eye, and instantly became invisible, and the long sword left behind also fell from the sky.

Seeing this, the thin old man slowly fell back to the ground, leaned over to pick up the sword on the ground, and immediately entered a state of alert, lest he be suddenly attacked by the other party at this moment.

"Do you still have the strength to fight?" asked Yun Wuya in a cold voice.

"Of course! Just now it was only slightly inferior, and it lost a move, so that you lost the opportunity, and you took advantage of it. In the future, we will not make the same mistakes, and we will not give you the opportunity to do so again. "The thin person always thinks that the other party's true cultivation is not necessarily as good as his, and it is not impossible for him to win.

"Your on-the-spot adaptability is indeed good, and your state of mind cultivation is barely passable. But that alone wasn't enough to defeat me. Yun Wuya commented on it very pertinently.

"I haven't used a sword for a long time, Shicai is just urging the sword, and now I am fortunate to be able to appreciate my fast sword, if you are still alive, it will comfort you in your life. The thin old man sighed faintly, as if he was full of incomparably powerful confidence in his fast sword.

After the First World War, you will feel why your sword is so slow, and you will be ashamed of the name of your fast sword. Yun Wuya's tone was still cold, and his words were full of banter.

If the other party's words are full of strong confidence and arrogance, the cloudless playful tone contains a spirit of contempt for the world.

"Very well! I can feel from your words that you are more confident in your own sword than I am. The so-called master is hard to find, I will let go and compete with you in kendo. The thin old man's mind seemed to suddenly open up, and there was no such domineering, arrogant and arrogant atmosphere between his words, but only the persistent pursuit of kendo.

"Okay! This battle is for competition, no matter what the outcome is, there is no need to kill the opponent, the point is over. At the same time, Yun Wuya also restrained the killing intent in his heart. The true meaning of survival is that one more friend is better than one enemy, and if you don't want to have an advantage, you will kill them all with murderous vigour. But if you do something, you should leave some space and room for yourself and others. What's more, there are no grievances between each other, and cultivators have always paid attention to the balance of moderation, which is the natural ** of heaven and earth.

The thin old man is not an evil person, but the Qiu Lao Dan Sect promised that if he wins this battle, he will escort a seven-rank Dan master. And he has a family mission on this trip, so he wants to win this battle as soon as possible.

"Your mind and bearing are impressive, and from now on I no longer regard you as an enemy, but only an opponent in martial arts. Today's battle is aimed at learning and competing. "The thin old man can have such an achievement, he is not an idle person, let alone a foolish person. Who wants to face a powerful enemy that makes people nightmares all day long, and who doesn't want to have a strong friend.

If you want to talk about whose sword is faster, since his debut, he has really never encountered an opponent in the way of swordsmanship, and he is full of endless confidence in his kendo attainments.

After drawing the sword and retracting the sword, the use of body techniques, the speed and angle of the sword, and the prediction of the trajectory of the sword, can he barely be regarded as a master of the sword.

There are four realms in the sword path, sword qi, sword intent, sword momentum, and sword domain, and the gap between each level is like a cloud and mud. The highest level is the unity of man and sword, no sword in his hand, a sword in his heart, no move and no style. In every gesture, there was an incomparably sharp sword intent and sword momentum in one eye. The sword is me, and I am the sword.

His pupils were contracting, and the essence and Xuanyuan power in his whole body did not leak in the slightest. The hand holding the sword was very steady, and a faint mist of sweat evaporated around the hilt.

The two stood quietly opposite each other, both patiently waiting for an opportunity to draw their swords. There was a wind blowing, and the thin old man waited for him at this moment, and the long sword was suddenly unsheathed, and a brilliant light pierced the space, like a flying star outside the sky that instantly crossed the space of ten meters, and suddenly appeared in front of Yun Wuya.

Draw the sword and draw the sword, all in one go, as fast as a lightning flash. With a strong sword qi and a bit of majestic sword momentum, between the same cultivation, almost no one could dodge this swift blow. Because this sword was so fast, so fast that only a beam of sword rays could be seen, and even the entire sword body was completely hidden.

A glint flashed in Yun Wuya's eyes, the opponent's sword path had actually entered the realm of sword momentum, and the space within ten meters of Fang Yuan was all shrouded in this sword, and there was no gap for Ren Xing to dodge and detour.

If you only talk about the speed of the sword, it is difficult to work in a game of the same level. But the sword contains the sword momentum, and it is very different. The sword will lock your body in an instant, and no matter how you move, it will be difficult to get rid of the opponent's attack. Moreover, it can accurately predict the trajectory of the opponent's kendo, as well as the attack line and direction of the sword.

The sword momentum also contains sword pressure and sword intent, which can disturb and confuse the opponent's mind, make his mind disordered, and make wrong predictions. The fighting of masters is changing rapidly, and a small negligence can kill you on the spot. A wrong judgment, the result of which speaks for itself.