Although the two have been walking together for more than half a month, in order to leave Qinling before the winter, the two have at most verbally communicated with each other about the way of the sword, but they have never fought with real swords and guns, and they do not know the specific strength of the other party. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Molan guessed that he might not be He Xingge's opponent if he used the Beihai Dragon Elephant, but He Xingge didn't feel that in the face of the famous Beihai Dragon Elephant Sword, it was unknown whether he could survive ten moves, so he tacitly kept silent about the two of them at this time.

Right now, this true descendant of Haoran's sword path is about to fight the black-clothed and black-sword sword idiot opposite, and this is naturally a battle that should not be missed.

Li Molan squinted at the two in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

The contrast between the clothes of the two in the black night is quite obvious, He Xingge's white clothes shine in the light of the bright moon, and the prince sword on the opposite side almost completely blends into the night, making it difficult to see.

It's like a piece of light facing a night.

As expected, it was still the prince sword who made the first move.

His expression suddenly calmed down, but the madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, making his expression very strange and terrifying.

He stabbed a sword forward, so fast that it was outrageous, like a flash of lightning, and the black sword poked out of the night, a little ghostly.

He Xingge's eyes were calm as a pool of stagnant water, and at the same time, those mighty qi leaked out of his body, as if they were shining, and the light bloomed at the intersection, to the point of being incomprehensible.

Those auras appeared around him like a mist, emerging from the void, from the earth, from the rhizomes of plants, and in contrast to the night beside Wang Zijian.

He looked at the black sword that stabbed like cold lightning, and shook the nine heavens!

It's the starting style of the Haoran knife!

In the imagination of mortals, the battles of these immortal figures are always accompanied by huge momentum, bizarre scenery, and then in fact, if a mortal passes by here, in addition to feeling that their movements are fast and can't be seen clearly, and their surroundings are shrouded in a layer of strange meaning, there will not be too many amazing scenery.

Because those scenery are inherently impossible for mortals to spy on and perceive.

Li Molan's gaze was slightly condensed, he didn't expect He Xingge to use the Haoran knife when he came up, and this one starting move had completely defeated him.

However, he is not a knife player, nor is he an orthodox descendant of Haoran Knife, so it is normal that there will be a big gap.

He comforted himself so much in his heart.

Wang Zijian obviously didn't expect He Xingge to start with a Haoran knife, he was a little surprised, and then showed a cheerful expression.

"It's good, this time you finally don't grind!"

He laughed wildly, although Haoran Dao's starting style suppressed him from the beginning, but where was the frustration in his eyes at this moment?

He Xingge's eyes were calm, and he continued to make a knife, his knife speed was very fast, and the most important thing was that there were many knives in those moves, all of which hid a unique aura.

The trajectory of the sword blade is unpredictable, but the path of those moves that the iron knife walked out of is equally subtle and unpredictable, and the sword intent remains the same, so as to respond to all changes.

Two unimaginable waves of air crashed into the air, faint ripples spreading in all directions, rolling up dust and fallen leaves, and then blending with each other, like the surface of the water under a summer thunderstorm.

Ding Ding Ding Ding

It was the sound of the sword handing over.

It seems that the continuous silk and bamboo music resounded in the mountains and forests in the dark night, alarming countless birds.

Many of the beasts sensed the terrifying pinnacle showdown here and quickly began to flee the area.

The duel between the two geniuses is naturally inevitable, even if there are not enough spectators, it is still extraordinary.

"I actually split the Haotian Thirteen Style of the Haoran Knife and integrated it into the ordinary knife?...... That's amazing!"

Li Molan exclaimed.

He originally thought that He Xingge would quickly finish the wind and thunder attack of the Haotian Thirteen Styles, but he didn't expect that this originally coherent sword technique would be dismantled from it by this second disciple of Qiu Mingshan and integrated into countless dazzling sword techniques.

This kind of sword attainment is really unexpected.

The sword of the prince sword was very fast, it was obvious that it was not the first time he had faced the Haoran Sword, even if the other party had integrated the Haotian Thirteen Styles into countless ordinary attacks, he could still keenly distinguish the subtle differences between those sword intents, and choose the most accurate way to deal with them.

Each of his swords is either blocked, stabbed, raised, or slashed horizontally and vertically, and can clearly block the most real slash in the phantom of those iron blades.

The attacks on both sides are stormy.

Maybe it's not the first time they've been fighting, and because they've had so many challenges like this in the past, the two know each other well.

So they don't even need to dodge and move from each other to change their pace, they just need to stand in that small square inch.

One out of the sword, the other out of the sword, and then play with each other.

Li Molan probably understood.

This kind of challenge is not about whose realm is higher and whose aura is more sufficient, but about sword intent and sword intent, sword moves and sword techniques.

It's not a life-and-death duel, it's a comparison of the two of them in kendo and swordsmanship.

It is a very pure duel in moves, and in a sense, the winners and losers of such a comparison are convincing.

Li Molan looked at it for a while, and then felt a little hurt to her self-esteem.

Although he felt that he might be able to compete with He Xingge, it was all based on the fact that he had the North Sea Dragon Elephant in his hand.

If one of the two of them used an ordinary wooden knife and the other used an ordinary wooden sword to compete with each other, then there was no doubt that he would fail miserably.

Although he didn't know how many years these two people had been immersed in the way of swords and the way of the sword, he knew that it must have been much longer than his own four years.

Even if the dry wine poem says that he is a genius, but ...... Aren't these two geniuses right now?

Even if he is indeed good enough in swordsmanship, he still has no way to compare these two people who have spent more time and practiced hard, and the so-called equal is because of the relationship between the divine weapons in his hands.

He was a little depressed, and ten minutes later, the two in the distance finally ended the fight.

In that night, He Xingge, who was in a white robe and an iron sword, put the knife in his hand on the neck of the prince sword, and the iron sword in the prince's hand was a state that wanted to block, but didn't have time to make a move.

"You won. ”

Wang Zijian said, but there was no trace of frustration and loss in his eyes, it was all joy.

He Xingge put away the knife, and then said: "Accept." ”

After all, Haotian Thirteen Style is the mastery of Qiu Ming Mountain, and Wang Zijian has not practiced this kind of unfathomable swordsmanship, but only relies on his original kendo attainments to compete, and it is not easy to support it for so long, and it deserves to be evaluated as talented.

And if it is a life-and-death battle with aura, it is difficult to say who will win or lose.

"I'll come back to you again. ”

Wang Zijian smiled heartily, and then these words made He Xingge's brows furrow.

"I don't want to fight you. He Xingge emphasized.

"If you don't want to, I'll force you to fight me. ”

Wang Zijian licked his tongue and turned to leave, when suddenly he turned his head and glanced at Li Molan, who was sitting on the board car in the distance.

"And you. ”

He said from afar.

Then he disappeared into the Qinling Mountains in the night.

Li Molan was a little inexplicable, and later thought that this person was a psychopath, and she was also a little relieved, but He Xingge was a little embarrassed, walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry, I implicated you." ”

Li Molan shook his head: "It's okay, when I enter the Dao Gate, he probably won't be willing to come to me for trouble." ”

He Xingge still felt ashamed, looked apologetic, and then got on the board.

The old green cow stepped forward, and walked forward with steady steps, towards the deep night.