At the moment when Qingchen and Qingmo's sword blades intersected, the storyteller suddenly rushed out, and the two of them couldn't close their strength, and Qingmo, who was defending, was injured by Yu Shi. Fortunately, most of the strength has been removed, and although the wound looks shocking, it is only a flesh wound.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper of the teahouse hurriedly turned out a few strips of gauze and Jinchuang medicine. The wind and rain are shaking, and the seemingly clean teahouse is not so peaceful, and the teahouse that has been open for more than 20 years has naturally seen some of the world.

But this kindness was rejected by Qingmo, who promised the shopkeeper that he would not damage too many tables and stools, and took out a silver ingot to compensate. The shopkeeper shook his head and walked away silently.

This Jianghu is already the world of young people.

It's like a catastrophe, and it's like a redemption. These two people, like the frost and snow in the depths of winter, have both the intimidating spirit of withering flowers and the vitality that nourishes the earth.

When the storyteller quietly stepped aside, Qingmo glanced at the storyteller, his eyes were full of attention, he picked up a bowl of tea and drank it all, and said to Qingchen: "Come on!"

The corners of Qingchen's mouth rose slightly, casting a determined look. Although the episode just now gave Qingmo an extra wound on his body, this injury was nothing to Qingmo. The injuries on his body have not healed yet, and there is no possibility of defeating this senior brother at all.

Qingchen raised another thunderbolt of sword light towards the clear ink cover, and this time the sword was far faster and more powerful than just now. Although the previous collision had left a bright red mark on Qingmo's chest, Qingchen could still clearly feel that the sword had been dissolved by Qingmo. Besides, the same move is enough to use it once in front of someone like Qingmo.

Sure enough, Qingmo waved the long sword unhurriedly, blocking the blade of the sword two feet away every time, and the force used each time was not sharp, but it was just enough to dissolve Qingmo's moves.

In the face of such a genius as Qingchen, Qingmo was able to use the least amount of skill to weave a sword net in front of him, and all sword moves were sunk into the sea after touching this sword net.

Such a person, as long as there is still a trace of strength in his body, can release unimaginable effects, because he can maximize every bit of strength.

The two brothers, one pouring out his moves with all his might, penetrating in all directions, and the other not leaking, sitting firmly in the military tent.

Offense is the best defense, but a seamless defense is also the most powerful offense.

Qingchen's heart became heavier and heavier, and he knew that his senior brother was not a fuel-efficient lamp, but after so many years of discussion, he didn't find that his senior brother was so deeply hidden. A bunch of unpretentious sword moves were actually connected into such an unbreakable sword net, and each style used by Qingmo was the basic swordsmanship of Taiji Palace.

With the swordsmanship that those beginner disciples learned for the first time, they actually blocked Qingchen's newly created "Selfless Swordsmanship" effortlessly, you must know that even the master was accidentally injured under this set of swordsmanship.

Qingchen gritted his teeth, his strength and speed increased a few points, and the sword shadow swept towards Qingmo, if he still couldn't break through the sword net, he would have no chance of winning.

Sure enough, under Qingchen's full attack, there were several flaws in the originally airtight sword net, but they were quickly filled by Qingmo. Although Qingmo's sword net was not shattered, he finally saw hope.

Qingchen took another breath of true breath and riveted himself to start another round of attacks. And Qingmo's face was solemn, and his breathing was a little disordered after receiving the attack below, and this time it was obviously more violent.

Suddenly, Qingmo also raised his sword forward, giving up the previous airtight defensive sword net, and a series of awe-inspiring sword lights burst out, competing against each other......

Seeing this, the storyteller's brows furrowed. Obviously, he also understands the way of martial arts, and his cultivation is not low, and he is by no means a simple scholar who has fallen off the list.

The storyteller patted the teahouse shopkeeper on the shoulder, shook his head, and walked into his exclusive room in the teahouse, as if only the shopkeeper who had been with him for many years could understand his heart.

Outside the field, Xiao Er in the teahouse was so frightened that he had no master, and the shopkeeper was a person who had seen strong winds and waves, and he was also staring at the battle with a frown.

In the field, another round of fierce competition came to an end, and it was already obvious that the breathing of the two had been completely disrupted, and their bodies were also hung with colors.

Qingmo added another wound to his chest, which was surprisingly consistent with the previous wound, but this time the wound was deeper and longer.

This is one of Qingchen's killer skills, and such a fierce sword move has a nice name - Spring Snow. Like the snowflakes in late spring, they are beautiful but powerful, soft but have a long-term impact.

Qingchen was no better, and his right shoulder was picked up by Qingmo's powerful sword. With one force down to ten meetings, Qingmo's majestic power directly shook away Qingchen's defensive sword move and stabbed into Qingchen's shoulder. Fortunately, Qingchen blocked some of the power, otherwise the tendons and bones of the right hand would be devastated.

The brothers looked at each other and smiled, all brewing the final blow, because the other party was already at the end of the crossbow, and so was himself.

Success or failure, in one fell swoop!

Another gust of wind creaked through the streets, and another leaf was swept in. Coupled with the destruction of some tables and chairs in the previous fight, the teahouse, which was still overcrowded, appeared dilapidated and abandoned in an instant.

When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent. It's the same in the teahouse now, even the fallen leaves that are forced to come in are not spared.

This time, the sword moves of the two of them are extremely simple, that is, they infuse the strength and then stab forward, but this simple and unpretentious sword move contains huge power, the sword wind goes, the fallen leaves are shattered, and the wind stops.

This is the final battle, the whole teahouse is filled with a violent sword wind, like the winter wind on the top of Huashan, but it feels like the whole teahouse is extremely quiet......

The sword that the two of them used with all their might, even they didn't know if they could win or not, all they could do was to pour all their cultivation into the sword.

Go all out, but do your best, success or failure depends on the sky.

Just when the two swords were about to collide, suddenly, a cyan figure flashed out, followed by a dazzling sword light, blocking the swords of the two.

The body of this sword was hollow, and the sword stabbed by the two was impartial, and it pierced into the hollowed out. But the powerful power contained in the two black swords directly broke the sword that was blocking in the middle.

The long sword in Qingmo's hand came out of his hand, and Qingchen's sword still had the remaining momentum, heading towards Qingmo...... Although this sword only has a three-inch blade at the tip of the sword, in the hands of someone like Qingchen, even a single branch is enough to severely damage the opponent who has no blade in his hand.

The blade of the sword gradually approached Qingmo, and Qingmo even felt the cold air emanating from the sword's body. Facing this sword that still had momentum, Qingmo threw out a pot of tea on the table.

"Have a pot of good wind!"

At the same time, he picked up a black thing and stabbed it at the long sword in Qingchen's hand......

Under the sword qi, the teapot broke instantly, and the cold tea spilled down. During this period, the sword qi that had filled the sky before suddenly disappeared, and the cold aura emitted by the sword also disappeared.

When the storm receded, I saw Qingchen holding the hilt of the sword, Qingmo holding the scabbard, and the two of them holding a long sword together.

"The sword, it should still be in the scabbard. Qingmo said lightly, Qingchen smiled nondetachably, and put away the sword with the sheath.

It turned out that after the Qingmo long sword was taken off, he actually picked up the scabbard and put Qingchen's long sword back into the scabbard, and this competition was a draw again.

Seeing that the junior brother has let go of the knot, Qingmo can be regarded as unloading the burden on his shoulders. But his eyes were sharper, and he looked even more serious than the fight he had just done with all his might.

With Qingmo's cultivation, there are really not many times when he can be so serious.

"The juniors and juniors get together here, and I don't want to disturb the seniors' Qing Xiu, I hope you will forgive me. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see the style of [Qingquan Sword] in this life, it was really worth the trip. Qingmo turned to look at the storyteller and bowed respectfully.

Hearing the name of "Qingquan Sword", even a genius like Qingchen couldn't help but admire it sincerely, this was a name that moved the rivers and lakes twenty years ago. Although Qingchen had already seen that the storyteller was not simple, he never expected it to be Qingquan Sword.

I am also relieved to think about it, a figure who dominated the rivers and lakes more than 20 years ago, and a person who has been hidden for 20 years.

Let's ask, who would associate such a character on the No. 1 megatron side with the unsuccessful scholars in the small teahouse who tell stories and cheat on tea?

Surprise is surprise, but there is a trace of unconvincing in my heart. Why is the senior brother taking the lead in this matter? Since he was a child, his and senior brother's competitions have been drawn, but from another angle, is it because he can't surpass him no matter what?

"Sure enough, the hero is a young man, and the old man has long heard of the martial arts attainments of the big disciples of the Taiji Palace Sect, and he can't imagine that there is such a resourcefulness, and the world is young after all. ”

"Old fellow, you are a good apprentice. The storyteller suddenly said into a closed private room upstairs. Qingchen and Qingmo looked curiously, but they didn't know who was inside.

I saw a Taoist robe appear at the entrance of the building, and it was actually the head of Taiji Palace, that is, the master of Qingchen and Qingmo-Yunsong Daochang.

"Master. Qingchen and Qingmo saluted Yun Song together, and Yun Song looked at the two of them with great satisfaction, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. , this highly respected head of the family in the rivers and lakes, will only smile when facing his disciples.

"The old guy is good at martial arts, and he can actually find me in the sound of fighting. Can you tell me how you did it?" There was a hint of childishness in Daoist Yunsong's tone, who would have thought that a martial arts celebrity who could scare off martial arts people by virtue of his name would have such a side.

"Actually, you don't have a flaw, I just luckily smelled the incense on your body. The storyteller laughed, seeming proud. Unexpectedly, these predecessors are all childlikes.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse sent a sword and handed it to the storyteller, who thanked him, looked at the broken Qingquan sword in his hand, looked at Qingmo again, shook his head, and then nodded. Sure enough, it was the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and I had long heard Yun Song praise this big disciple, but when I saw it today, it was really unfathomable.