"Practitioner ......"

Xiao Yu looked at the two veterans and thought silently in his heart.

Woowoowoo......

In the distance, deep in the mountains and forests, which were shadowed by the setting of night, among the dark trees, there was a little green light, which was the eyes of a wolf. It was a wolf howling.

The small courtyard of the green landscape was covered with a thick layer of late autumn leaves, and suddenly a strong wind hit, rolling up the yellow leaves in the sky, and the surrounding woods were also blown to the sound.

Sonor!

A sword groan.

The short sword on the lap of the black-robed old Taoist jumped, flew up suddenly, and turned into a white light that circled the black-robed old dao's body, broke through the yellow leaves flying in the sky, and stabbed the white-robed old dao!

The white mangs break through the sky, like a thunderstorm. The sword qi it carried directly shook the fallen leaves flying in the sky into powder.

At the same time, Bai Mang's rapid flight behind him brought a strong air current, sweeping the powder of the fallen leaves in, forming a visible "line"!

The flying sword of the black-robed veteran, as soon as it is shot, it is already the power of wind and thunder, the momentum of Mount Tai!

Facing the white light that broke through the sky, the white-robed old man seemed to be unconscious, and his eyes were still closed.

The dagger on his lap began to leap and scream, as excited as a fanatical warrior facing his opponent.

At the moment when the flying sword came, the white-robed old dao suddenly opened his eyes, and the white-robed old dao's originally cloudy eyes were so clear at this moment, clearer than the newborn baby, like a little star on the night.

Sonor!

It was also a sword roar.

The flying sword of the white-robed veteran stood abruptly, turned into a white light, and flew out silently.

Two white rays collided quickly under the night sky.

One is divided, and then each wanders away.

The black-robed old man flicked his sleeves, and the white mang came violently again, and the white-robed old man responded to all changes with the same change, but the sword was just waiting for him, but what people didn't expect was that the white mang, who originally carried the momentum of wind and thunder, suddenly made a strange emergency stop, and then swam like a dace.

The sword of the black-robed old Taoist seems to be unstoppable, like the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, but in fact, it is taking a strange and agile path.

The flying sword of the black-robed veteran became ethereal in an instant, the trajectory was elusive, flexible as a ghost, and it bypassed the flying sword of the white-robed veteran with a loud sound, and came towards the white-robed veteran.

Although the white-robed old man was not shocked, his flying sword was also sudden, turning into a streamer, like a white spirit snake dancing under the night sky.

The white snake takes off, and the head and tail are swapped. Bai Mang's end to end connected and turned into a circle, trapping the strange and unpredictable sword of the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man drew his sword and retreated, snaking away, walking downstream in the night, as if a spirit snake was waiting for an opportunity to move.

After the white-robed old dao blocked the sword of the black-robed old dao, he shot first, and the white mang shot out, like a hidden snake out of a hole.

Like a meteor, like lightning.

The flying sword of the black-robed veteran is not afraid.

The two white rays swam and staggered in the air again.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

A series of metallic interlaced sounds rang out in the space in front of the two veterans.

Bai Mang's every attack was so fierce and powerful, as if it was about to cut through the space.

Under the extreme movement, two white rays intertwined a sword net between the two.

......

Sonorous!

The two white rays collided again.

Xiao Yu, who was on guard, avoided the brightest moment, waited until the white mangs dispersed, and then looked at the sky.

The tips of the two almost identical flying swords were against each other, and they were in a stalemate.

"Senior brother, why are you so troubled. At this time, the white-robed old man spoke.

These two turned out to be senior brothers, Xiao naturally moved in his heart, no wonder the flying swords were exactly the same.

"Hmph. The black-robed old man snorted coldly and did not speak.

"Hey......" The white-robed old Taoist sighed and glanced at the black-robed old Taoist with a complicated expression.

As the night deepened, the sigh of the white-robed old man dissipated with the autumn wind, as if spreading throughout Meishan.

The black-robed old man closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard, and was silent.

The white-robed old man stopped talking and lowered his head.

The light of his flying sword was so great that it instantly overwhelmed the light of the black-robed old Dao flying sword, and began to press forward inch by inch.

The black-robed old Dao's flying sword seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure brought by the white-robed old Dao's flying sword, and began to tremble violently in the air, making a buzzing sound.

The white-robed old man raised his head and glanced at the black-robed old man again.

The black-robed old man was still silent.

The white-robed old man shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, the white mangs of his flying sword were even more vigorous. It's almost like competing with the bright moon in the sky.

However, the white mangs on the black-robed old Dao flying sword gradually receded, revealing the body of the flying sword, and the sword roared for a while, and began to gradually lose its support, and was forced to retreat by the white-robed old Dao's flying sword.

The black-robed old man was expressionless and still silent.

"Drink!" suddenly the white-robed old man shouted.

His flying sword was like a fire pouring oil, and the white light was steaming, and he moved forward again and again. The flying sword of the black-robed veteran trembled even more, and he screamed for a while, and he couldn't stop retreating.

After fighting like this for a quarter of an hour, the flying sword of the black-robed veteran was finally invincible, and with a scream, it fell down.

At the moment when the black-robed old Dao flying sword was knocked down, the black-robed old Dao also snorted.

Seeing this, the white-robed old man did not pursue, but withdrew his flying sword.

"You and I have been fighting for most of our lives, and now you and I are old, what's the point of fighting like this?"

After hearing this, the black-robed old man was silent for a long time, and finally slowly spoke: "You and I are both half-wasted people now, and we can't talk about who is better than whom, but I just want to prove that I was right back then." ”

After the black-robed old man finished speaking, he didn't see any movement. The flying sword that had originally fallen to the ground flew up suddenly, drawing a rounded arc in the air, slashing through the sky like lightning, and returning to the lap of the black-robed old Dao.

The black-robed veteran glanced at the white-robed veteran in silence, flicked his long sleeves, retracted his flying sword, jumped off the side hall, and disappeared into the vast night out of the green landscape.

After the black-robed old dao left, the white-robed old dao withdrew the flying sword on his knee into a square ebony sword box about a foot long.

Then he got up and jumped down and fell into the courtyard.

Lao Dao saluted Xiao Yu, who had been standing in the courtyard watching: "I frightened Xiao Jushi tonight." ”

Xiao Yu waved his hand again and again and saluted: "It is the luck of Xiao Mou's three lives to be able to see the Dao Chang Flying Sword Divine Skill today, so how can I talk about being frightened." ”

The white-robed old man shook his head slightly: "Wei Mo Dao Xing, how dare you be called a divine skill, Xiao Jushi praised it." ”

"Even so, in the eyes of mortals like us, it is no different from a divine skill. Xiao Yu said.

"Xiao Jushi has an overreputation. Lao Dao said with a smile.

Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, and then bowed his hand and said, "Xiao has a reluctant request, and I hope the Taoist chief agrees." ”

Lao Dao was stunned, nodded and said, "Xiao Jushi, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it." ”

Xiao Yu's face was solemn, and he said: "Xiao has practiced swords for more than ten years, and he has often practiced the way of cultivation, and he can see it today, and he is fortunate to have three lives." I also hope that the Taoist chief will be merciful and teach me the way of cultivation, Xiao Yu is grateful. ”

For a while, the autumn wind surged, bringing the fallen leaves all over the ground and Xiao Yu's words far, far away.