Compared with the sword of the eldest prince Zhao Yun, Zhao Yu's sword is more unpretentious, which seems to be somewhat contrary to his flamboyant personality.

The shape of this sword is ordinary, only the sword body is smooth and bright, and the texture is pure, which seems to be a little extraordinary, but for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who are accustomed to seeing countless high-grade sword weapons, it is only worthy of the word ordinary.

When he saw Zhao Yu draw his sword, Lin Qi didn't react, but the little girl next to him frowned.

"What's wrong, girl?"

Lin Qi keenly discovered the abnormality of the firefly pear, turned his head to ask, and the firefly looked at it again and again, and seemed to finally determine what he thought in his heart.

"Xiao Qi, the sword in this person's hand has a familiar taste!"

"Familiar?

Lin Qi didn't understand what Firefly meant, but speaking of which, the two didn't seem to have any intersection with the Seventh Prince before.

"Hmm...... It's the same feeling as chasing the clouds!"

Hearing this, Lin Qi suddenly turned around, so to speak, the long sword in Zhao Yu's hand seems to be from that person's handwriting!

His own third uncle, Mu Xuanli!

Thinking of this, Lin Qi subconsciously looked at the Dusk Snow Clan sitting on the other side of the ring, and sure enough, the old man Dudong Tu frowned, and seemed to care very much about the sword in Zhao Yu's hand!

At this time, Chen Zizheng walked over alone and found a stool to sit down next to Lin Qi.

"Senior Chen, you ......"

Lin Qi didn't know what Chen Zizheng meant, but the other party's move seemed to be for himself.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm just talking to you two, so, how is the injury?"

"It's okay, it's not a big deal!"

Lin Qi replied with a smile, and reached out to pat his chest to show that he was healthy and strong.

Chen Zizheng smiled and nodded, and then turned his head to look at the ring, as if he was going to watch the game seriously, seeing this move, although Lin Qi didn't know what he meant, he also looked like the ring.

"Little brother Lin Qi, let me ask you, how much do you think these two people are strong, and what are your chances of winning against each other alone?"

Although there were four people standing in the field, Lin Qi knew that what Chen Zizheng was referring to was actually only Liu Jizong and Zhao Yu, the seventh prince.

"Brother Liu and the Seven Princes are very strong, in my opinion, it is difficult to distinguish between them, but in the hands of the Seven Princes, they have divine weapons, and I am afraid that they will have a slight upper hand. ”

"Oh, yes!"

Chen Zizheng didn't look back, just smiled slightly, obviously he didn't see that the sword weapon in Zhao Yu's hand was actually very powerful, but speaking of which, Lin Qi actually didn't know, this time it was completely out of trust in his third master.

"If that's the case, you will underestimate our Sword Pavilion, it is more than a divine weapon, but I am afraid that the total number of divine swords in the whole world is not as much as that of our Sword Pavilion!"

When Chen Zizheng said this, it was not an exaggeration, but a manifestation of his self-confidence as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

And at this time, as if in response to Chen Zizheng's words, Liu Jizong in the ring finally came out with his sword!

Liu Jizong's left hand pressed on the sword, his fingers pressed against the sword grid, and with a gentle push, in an instant, a cold sword intent surged out of the scabbard and swept around, everyone only felt cold, as if it was a late autumn morning, and they couldn't help but want to reach out and hug their bodies, rubbing to keep warm!

The blade of the sword is only exposed by an inch, and there is such a sword intent, if you pull it all out, it will be worth it!

"What a powerful sword!" Although Lin Qi is not as familiar with swords as Firefly Pear, he can also feel the overwhelming aura on the sword!

And the little girl, the moment the sword qi was released, her two eyes were staring at the long sword in Liu Jizong's hand, and she didn't want to move it for a moment!

Chen Zizheng smiled proudly.

"Senior, this sword is really powerful!"

Hearing Lin Qi's admiration, Chen Zizheng turned around and gave him a strange look.

"What's more, if you tell the origin of this sword, maybe it can scare you!" As he spoke, Chen Zizheng looked at him again, and his eyes showed a sense of fascination, "Dingtian Sword, this is the sword that my teacher, that is, the master of the previous Sword Pavilion, used to use!"

Chen Zizheng's words seemed to be talking to himself, and there was a strong sadness in his thoughts, Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, and then turned back in an instant, and saw that the latter didn't seem to be joking, so a shock rose from the bottom of his heart, and it seemed that he was really scared as the other party said!

"Appointed as the master of the Sword Pavilion?!The Sword Saint of the previous generation?!The teacher of Senior Chen and the predecessor of the Sword God?!"

Lin Qi opened his mouth wide, indescribable in his heart, three shocks in a row, which was enough to explain his mood at this moment.

In the ring, whether it was He Mingdu behind Liu Jizong, or Zhao Yun, the eldest prince behind Zhao Yu, they were all overwhelmed by the supreme sword intent of the Dingtian Sword in Liu Jizong's hand, and they could only retreat back at this time, at this time, Zhao Yu was still standing in place, smiling, the long sword in his hand lit up, and the sword intent on his body was scorching, which seemed to be inferior to the other party's domineering, but it was just able to hold on to the other party.

I have to say that after watching the scene in front of him, Liu Jizong's heart was also a little surprised.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword, but I don't know if it's sharp!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu was still able to speak, and seemed to be completely unaffected by the Dingtian Sword, Liu Jizong's heart sank slightly, and at this moment, Zhao Yu suddenly held the long sword in his hand, and took a step, walking like a fly, as if he was completely unaffected, and the sword intent on the two of them collided together, accompanied by sparks that were stirred up from time to time, and there was a light sound of sword blades intersecting.

At this time, Liu Jizong's eyes were cold, and the Dingtian Sword Cang pulled out the sword out of the sheath with a loud bang, and the sword intent around Liu Jizong's body was heavy, like a monstrous wave, surging towards Zhao Yu's direction!

In an instant, Zhao Yu was finally suppressed by the sword intent in front of him, and the momentum was suffocated, and at this moment, Liu Jizong moved.

In the blink of an eye, the two swords intersected, and it was originally Zhao Yu who moved first, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was Liu Jizong who took the lead.

With the strength of the Dingtian Sword in his hand, Liu Jizong really suppressed Zhao Yu, but Zhao Yu did not give in, the two swords exchanged swords, their bodies moved with the shadows, and the two powerful sword intents collided fiercely, and the endless wind stirred up, is there a forbidden sound of sword qi crashing outside the ring, and then emitting a dazzling electric light!

He Mingdu and Zhao Yun were swaying in the wind, and they couldn't even stand on their feet, but they didn't expect that from the beginning, the two of them couldn't even intervene at all!

Everyone's eyes are even a little rooted in the center of the ring, the figures of the two people, in the wind, the afterimages are chaotic, the two are fighting faster and faster, not giving in to each other, although they can't see clearly, but there is a crisp and recognizable sound of sword fighting!

"It seems that this duel can only be won by the two of us!"

What surprised Liu Jizong was that although Zhao Yu was suppressed by himself, he never showed any signs of defeat, the sword blade cut through his shirt, tore the tips of his hair, and stabbed his cheek, but even so, Zhao Yu still showed a smile, and even had time to speak, looking like he was at ease, which was puzzling.

But Zhao Yu's words are right, the outcome of this battle can indeed only be decided by the two of them.

Lin Qi didn't expect Liu Jizong to be so strong, but speaking of which, with the help of the Dingtian Sword, for Liu Jizong, it was indeed like a tiger with wings, if it weren't for Zhao Yu's hands, he was also a great soldier, I was afraid that he would have been defeated long ago.

"What kind of person can teach such an outstanding disciple as Brother Liu!" For a while, Lin Qi also sighed a little.

Chen Zizheng smiled slightly and turned around.

"It seems that you don't know yet, Jizong and Jihui are actually my teacher's grandsons!"