Hu Xiaoliu wiped the broken chopsticks in his hand again, covered with frost, and the broken chopsticks were reconnected, revealing a chill. He looked at the few people who had already walked in front of Situ Yuchao www.biquge.info and said softly: "A few masters, sit down and drink, let me clean up his turtle." ”

Hearing this, Li Laogui and the others looked at Hu Xiaoliu, and when they saw the affirmative look in his eyes, they returned to the table and sat down. The second master shook the fat meat, lifted the wine jug and poured wine for Chang Wuye and Old Ghost Li beside him. In fact, they also know that in the face of the absolute power of cultivation, the so-called large number of people and small number of people are just empty words, and cultivation is not equal in the first place.

Situ Yuchao smiled, looked at Hu Xiaoliu and said, "Hu Xiaoliu, you are not enough to see." As he spoke, he grabbed it with his empty hand, and the chopsticks that had flown in front of Hu Xiaoliu instantly returned to his palm, and a soft light that was much stronger than just now was gathering secretly, ready to go.

Hu Xiaoliu shook his head and said softly: "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really not as good as a year, and the Haoyue Sword dares to come out and walk before it has cultivated to the Mahayana, and it is not afraid of losing the face of the mountain gate." ”

Hu Xiaoliu said, the chopsticks in his hand suddenly emitted the same soft light as Situ Yuchao, but this soft light had a colder aura, and there were bursts of white mist around the chopsticks, which lasted for a long time.

Situ Yu looked at the light in Hu Xiaoliu's hand in surprise and asked, "How can you know the Haoyue Sword?"

Hu Xiaoliu smiled slightly, "Grandpa, I can also be a gentleman's sword." As soon as the words were finished, the ice chopsticks in his hand instantly came out of his hand and flew straight towards Situ Yuchao.

Situ Yuchao's face sank, and the chopsticks in his hand turned into a flying sword shining with hazy moonlight, and went straight towards the ice chopsticks.

In fact, both of them have deliberately controlled the power of the vitality they have condensed, and if they release it to their heart's content, not only will the chopsticks in their hands turn into powder, but perhaps even the private room will be reduced to pieces. So this is more like a duel of sword intent, comparing the level of the two's understanding of kendo.

Despite this, the moment the two chopsticks collided on the table, a dazzling light still burst out, like two bright comets colliding together, and all the light was repeating the process of continuous extinguishing and rebirth. Jiang He looked intently at the dazzling light, carefully pondering the flow and collision of vitality in it, like some kind of regular beating form, he looked a little fascinated.

Even he didn't notice that a faint soft light was quietly forming in the palm of his hand that lay flat on his lap, which was still a little hazy and bland, turning indiscriminately, like grass wool fluttering wantonly by the wind.

The light of rotten fireflies also dares to compete with the bright moon.

It was as if all the energy had finally disappeared, and the stars had slid down across the sky, leaving only a shadow behind.

The two chopsticks fell heavily on the table, losing their last lives. This duel of sword intent ended in a draw.

Jiang He finally closed his eyes, and the dim but eternal moonlight left an indelible brilliance in his mind, and the comet swept away but was finally seen by the world, and it has been passed down for a hundred years. The light on his palm finally disappeared, and no one noticed, Jiang He opened his eyes and looked at the two chopsticks on the table quietly.

Jiang He muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "It turns out that this is the Haoyue Sword Technique. ”

Situ Yuchao stared at Hu Xiaoliu incredulously, and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?" ”

Although the Haoyue Sword is not the top-grade swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it is not something that can be learned by any disciple of the Mountain Sect, and from the sword intent duel just now, Hu Xiaoliu's mastery of the Haoyue Sword is not even inferior to his own at all, which makes him unbelievable, he has never heard of when this gangster has entered the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to study.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled slightly, grinned and said, "I am... Your grandfather!"

Another chopstick flew from the table to Hu Xiaoliu's palm, and a powerful aura came from his palm, as if with the sound of waves, and a dim yellow light slowly condensed in his palm sword, like yellow sand flowing, quietly and silently.

Situ Yuchao's eyes widened, and he looked at the chopsticks in Hu Xiaoliu's hand incredulously, "Quicksand Sword, impossible, how can you know the Quicksand Sword." Situ Yuchao couldn't believe it, but the breath flowing on the chopsticks was too familiar to him, and it was definitely a quicksand sword.

The quicksand sword was created by the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect when he was traveling in the Jinsha country, he had cut off the water of the Jinjiang River with the power of a sword, and thousands of yellow sand flowed under the water, like an underground kingdom formed by the accumulation of golden sand.

Situ Yuchao looked at the dim yellow brilliance that was getting deeper and deeper, his face was heavy, and he grabbed the chopsticks with his empty hand and returned to his hand. Being defeated by his own Sword Sect tricks is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!

A golden light suddenly condensed in his hand, and the chopsticks sword slowly rotated in his hand, like countless fine sand grains flowing with his palm, the sand grains were like gold, and the grains were distinct, it was golden sand!

Jiang He stared at the "sword" in the hands of the two, as if he was already in the water of the Jinjiang River, beside him was the endless river water, and the endless quicksand at the bottom of the river rolled up and swayed with the river. The two "swords" collided in the air again, one side was the boundless yellow sand, and the other side was the incomparably bright golden sand, the two forces met, like an endless sandstorm, and the whole room was dark.

The river seemed to see the boundless sandstorm coming overwhelmingly, wrapped itself in endless sand, and then buried itself in the endless darkness, and finally a river pushed the sand to flow, and the suffocating feeling finally disappeared, but it locked itself firmly in the sand, and nowhere could escape.

The endless yellow sand flowed, washed by the water of the Ten Thousand Rivers, and Jiang He couldn't help but think: "What a powerful person the person who created such a sword technique, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, is. ”

The golden sand grains bloomed with a dazzling golden yellow, drawn into a snake dragon shape wrapped in the dusky sand, and the two rays of light seemed to merge together, but Jiang He knew that Hu Xiaoliu had already lost, in terms of the fineness and subtlety of the sand grains, the golden sand was several times or even ten times that of the yellow sand, so that the granular yellow sand flowed like the scales of the dragon's body, and each piece would carry the power of flow.

Sure enough, Jin Sha entangled the yellow sand and then burst open, the endless yellow sand finally dissipated, Hu Xiaoliu's "sword" shattered into powder, Hu Xiaoliu snorted, the sword intent was forcibly destroyed and brought him a strong backlash, and a trace of blood slipped out of the corner of his mouth.

And Situ Yuchao's "Golden Sands Sword" still flew towards Hu Xiaoliu with endless momentum, like an endless sand flow, wanting to take away all the lives that passed by.

Hu Xiaoliu clutched his chest, the damage caused by the backlash was indeed too great, and he couldn't mobilize his vitality to dissolve the flying "Jinsha Sword" now. He could only reach out his palm to catch the sword, which would most likely pierce his palm, but he could only do that. Jiang He suddenly stood up and wanted to rush towards the "sword", but it was too late! From the time the victory or defeat of the sword intent competition was decided to the time when he flew in front of Hu Xiaoliu, it was only an instant, and he didn't even have enough time to raise his palm!

Hu Xiaoliu is in danger!

Just when everyone thought that the golden chopstick sword was about to pierce Hu Xiaoliu's chest, suddenly the "sword" with Jinsha was indomitable and stopped in the air, and a fat and white palm strangely grasped the "arrow" in the palm of the hand, and all the breath disappeared suddenly, as if the wind was passing through the clouds!

An amiable fat man stood behind Hu Xiaoliu.

Hu Xiaoliu was terrified, he didn't even notice the person who suddenly appeared behind him! It was as strange and silent as if he had suddenly appeared! Everyone in the room looked at this fat man who suddenly appeared in surprise!