Although he was outside the pavilion, as an emperor, he naturally had a comfortable and suitable seat, and at this time he sat there, closed his eyes, and developed his perception ability into the pavilion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this world, the aura is very abundant, and any martial arts move can be brought to the highest level with the help of the aura of heaven and earth.

However, the three great grandmasters, Song Que, the four holy monks, and many masters of Louguan Dao are not only full of aura, but their martial arts moves are also the pinnacle of the world.

Of course, Ye Ke was naturally one rank higher than them, so his ability to sense the qi around him was above everyone else.

Therefore, masters such as Liu Heimin and Su Dingfang can judge whether the two of them are doing it with their own perception.

But Ye Ke could clearly sense their martial arts movements and the state of the competition.

At this moment, Song Que's qi machine has been completely controlled by Li Chunfeng, don't look at Song Que's ability to freely send out the three swords of Ling Wei in the world, but whether it is the rhythm, rhythm, or perception of the martial arts qi machine, it has been grasped by Li Chunfeng.

Song Yuzhi was also sitting next to Ye Ke, he couldn't help but feel nervous at the moment, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, how is the situation inside?" My father he ......"

Ye Ke was in a relaxed mood, and when he heard the queen's voice at this time, he opened his eyes and looked at Song Yuzhi.

After the two got married, Ye Ke did not overcome the femininity with great perseverance like other martial arts masters, and everything was natural, so he was the royal driver, and he also took this delicate queen with a strong body.

Without him, Shang Xiufang's physique is really delicate and unbearable.

And Song Yuzhi is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also has a very outgoing personality, treats people and things generously, goes to the court, lies on the royal bed, and many actions can be made.

Just yesterday, the two of them didn't sleep all night.

However, with Ye Ke's divine skills, both of them are radiant, Song Yuzhi is more like a delicate flower after the rain and dew, beautiful and incomprehensible, at this time it is a public occasion, the wearer is wearing a phoenix crown and a xia veil, which is more gorgeous and moving.

Ye Ke did not suppress his inner thoughts, gently pressed Song Yuzhi's hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the power of my father-in-law's heavenly sword is enough to retreat." ”

He didn't say that Song Que would win, and Song Yuzhi was slightly shocked in his heart.

In her heart, her father has been a big mountain since she was a child, towering and tall, invincible in the world. If she hadn't met a peerless hero like Ye Ke, she would never have thought that her father would be defeated.

But he never expected that with his father's ability, in the face of Ye Ke's personal disciples, he would actually be "enough to retreat"!

His Majesty the Emperor in front of him, the first grandmaster in the world, what level of martial arts can he reach?

I don't know why I suddenly thought that in the past few months, the emperor would be with her every night after finishing his official duties, often not sleeping all night, if she was unbearable, there would be other concubines to accompany her.

I don't sleep all night, handle official business normally the next day, and never make a mistake, this kind of magic skill, I'm afraid that the top masters in the world are not as good as the sum up, right?

Thinking about it again, the former Sui Emperor Yang Guang's empress Xiao Shi also went on the expedition this time, and people in their fifties were as delicate as flowers, with a face of spring, skin like congealed fat, and traces of rejuvenation, you can see the power of Ye Ke.

Thinking of this, Song Yuzhi didn't know why, he was a little soft, his eyes were like water, and he looked at Ye Ke.

But at this time, Ye Ke closed his eyes and re-perceived the competition in the pavilion.

At this time, Song Que seemed to have entered an invisible giant web, and Li Chunfeng occupied the center of the web like a spider, Song Que could not hide any subtle movements from Li Chunfeng's perception, if he wanted to get out of the control of the owner of this huge web, he must first break this huge web.

And the vein of this huge net is the strange rhythm and rhythm between Song Que and Li Chunfeng.

Song Que naturally knew this.

He slowly raised the Heavenly Knife in his hand, swung it suddenly, and then stopped in mid-air, and after stopping for a moment, the Heavenly Sword drew an arc, half raised in the air, and suddenly fell two inches, followed by three inches.

The rhythm is still not broken.

Li Chunfeng's swaying movements with both hands showed no signs of hecticism, although the changes in Song Que's Heavenly Knife were subtle and subtle, but Li Chunfeng's movements with both hands did not lag behind Song Que by half a point, and the Heavenly Knife in Song Que's hands moved an inch, and Li Chunfeng's hands swayed an inch, without the slightest deviation.

Song Que's face was solemn, and the heavenly knife in his hand slashed from left to right, but when his arm was not straight, he suddenly stopped.

From the rapid swing of the knife, it suddenly became still, moving and still, which ordinary people could not predict at all, but the movements of Li Chunfeng's hands moved without any delay.

When Song Que was slashing, Li Chunfeng was also a bird's tail, slashing from left to right quickly, and when Song Que paused, Li Chunfeng also paused.

From the moment Song Que held the handle of the knife, the battle between the two had already begun, Song Que suffered a loss and shouted in front of the emperor to challenge Li Chunfeng just now, his mood was slightly agitated, and at the same time, he didn't expect to encounter this kind of strange contest today, he was careless for a while, and lost the opportunity.

Song Que drew a knife in his hand, suddenly took a step back, and slashed at a stone table next to him.

"Stab" sound.

The stone table was like a knife cutting tofu, split in two, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror. The carpet on the ground also cracked through it, pulling a hole several meters away.

The planks of the walls of the pavilion popped, and an erected slit appeared on it.

With Song Que's ability, not to mention a plank, even a giant tree can be broken by him with a knife.

But in such a short space, he split the stone table, but only the floor was broken, but there were split wooden planks. This point clearly reveals three kinds of sword qi.

And the subtlety that he controls!

But Li Chunfeng turned a blind eye to everything, he only had the movements of his hands in his eyes, he only paid attention to Song Que's movements, and all the movements that happened in the outside world were blocked from his mind at this time, even if this pavilion collapsed, it would not distract him in the slightest.

The contest between him and Song Que at this time was not destructive power, nor was it the depth of skill, what they were competing with was a kind of rhythm that was beyond the perception of ordinary people, a rhythm, and a strange and mysterious induction.

Song Que is trying to break this rhythm, but Li Chunfeng is maintaining this rhythm.

It's just a contest between mind and concentration, and the subtleties of it can't be experienced by people who have reached their level.

Suddenly, Song Que rushed forward sideways, dragging the knife and sweeping quickly, and the space of two zhang arrived in an instant.

Every part of Song Que's Heavenly Knife became a tool to defeat the enemy, and with the handle, blade, and handle, in any way that people had never thought of, they launched a dense melee attack on Li Chunfeng like a shower, a gapless, and mercury-like melee attack.

However, Li Chunfeng's body not only hindered the movement and rotation between square inches, but his hands were changeable, and every move and style matched Song Que's knife posture.

No matter how fast and sharp Song Que's moves were, Li Chunfeng could always maintain this peculiar rhythm.

Song Queqi made one after another. Hurry up and speed up, without a trace of lag in between, it can be said to be an attack at will; Its compactness and intensity also imply a sense of ease and elegance, so brilliant that it is difficult to describe in any language.

But no matter how he attacked, he didn't want to let Li Chunfeng get out of the square inch of his feet, and Li Chunfeng's movements of fighting with his hands completely fit Song Que's sword posture, as if it was a skillful dismantling move by two people with similar martial arts.

At this time, if ordinary people encounter this situation, they are afraid that they will either fall down on their knees and beg for mercy, or they will shout that a ghost has pulled out their legs and fled!

But Song Que was still unmoved.

He stepped back two feet and returned to square one.

Li Chunfeng also resumed his movements just now.

The rhythm is very appropriate.

Obviously, Song Que still hasn't broken free from that huge net.

However, neither his mood nor his face fluctuated at all.

Since Yicheng, he has encountered a variety of strange opponents, each with its own unique tricks.

It is impossible for Song Que to have the upper hand from the beginning every time he fights.

Decline and disadvantage, he has encountered a lot!

He suddenly leaped back a few steps again, leaning against the wall.

In an instant, the mighty Heavenly Sword Song Que suddenly condensed into one with the entire pavilion, as if he was a wall, he was a pillar, he was the entire pavilion, integrated into the entire environment, without the slightest disharmony.

At the same time, Li Chunfeng also disappeared in Song Que's "perception", he was obviously standing in front of Song Que's eyes, and Song Que could also see him, but he became a wisp of wind in the pavilion, a stone bench next to the stone table.

Whether it is the action or the momentum around him, Song Que still has not escaped from the huge net.

Song Que slowly raised the knife again, and his body was full of momentum.

Li Chunfeng put up his hand again.

At this moment, Ye Ke, who was outside the building, opened his eyes and gently slapped his palm.

"Smack"

Just a soft sound.

The people around me don't have any sense.

But the two people in the pavilion heard it clearly.

At the same time, the body was shaken.

In an instant, Song Que was "peeled off" from the pavilion, and Li Chunfeng did not hide inside.

At the same time, the huge net in Song Que's consciousness disappeared without a trace.

There was a sudden silence in the pavilion.

The two looked at each other, both in disbelief.