"Master!"

"Daddy......

Seeing that Mei Qinghe was going to face Xu Yang, Li Yunying and Mei Wanrou were both shocked, and they wanted to remind him to be careful, but they had to suppress the words when they were afraid of the current occasion.

The fist is afraid of the young and strong, and the stick is afraid of the old man!

Once a martial artist is old, he is not suitable for fighting with others, because every fight will greatly consume the essence and energy, accelerate aging, and reduce the life span, even the martial arts master cannot avoid it.

People who practice martial arts, there are many enemies, and the martial arts master is a sea of corpses and blood all the way, how many enemies may not even be countable to themselves, if you want to enjoy your old age, you must either manage your forces and cultivate disciples, or return to the mountains and forests and disappear, otherwise there will be enemies in your old age, and you will want to pay for their blood debts.

Therefore, the old ghosts of those societies, such as the likes of Long Qianshan, have been cowering in their own nests for many years, and they are easy not to leave the city, and Mei Qinghe, who is from a big faction and has many disciples, also has a secret hiding place in case of emergency.

It's a pity that this time Xu Yang created momentum, with the signboard of Yimen and the reputation of the Emei faction, he forcibly forced him to come out to fight, and the various arrangements of the old nest were not useful at all, and even some extraordinary means to save his life and kill the enemy could not be used, because this was in full view of everyone and in public.

People want face, trees want bark, he is a grandmaster, and he is more fame.

Without the advantages of fighting at home and arranging the nest, these disciples of their sect are of little use, can Mei Qinghe, who is old and frail, be able to stop this young and strong and menacing Chief Xu?

Li Yunying and Mei Wanrou have no bottom in their hearts, but now, it is difficult to ride a tiger, and they have to fight if they have no bottom!

The situation is no longer something they can control.

In the middle of the battlefield, the two faced each other.

Mei Qinghe stood with his hands in his hands, hunting in his robes, and had the bearing of a grandmaster.

Xu Yang is as steady as Mount Tai, standing still, and there is a compelling pressure.

Strong and strong, strong in their own strong hands, a mountain is more than a mountain high!

The posture of a strong man is terrifying, so that everyone can't help but stop talking and hold their breath.

Sabre-rattling, touch-and-go!

Who strikes first?

Xu Yang didn't move, and Mei Qinghe was also cold-eyed, making it difficult for everyone who was waiting with bated breath.

Just when everyone is about to hold on......

Xu Yang moved.

I saw him raise one hand, two fingers and sword, and his body came out like a shock, attacking his opponent.

"Huh!?"

Mei Qinghe's pupils shrank, and he was angry for a moment, and then he also raised his hand to greet him, and his two fingers and sword were awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, the two sides handed over, pointing and stabbing swords, like a rainstorm pear blossoms, countless afterimages were chaotic.

With the finger as the sword, the finger point to the confrontation, although there is no sonorous shock of gold and iron strikes, nor do you see the dazzling firelight, but the danger and excitement is not reduced, between the fingers and shadows, every move is to chase the soul and kill it.

Ultimately......

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, the two fingers faced each other, and the chaotic afterimage disappeared in an instant, and the two figures also stabilized, and then formed a confrontation with each other.

"This ......"

When everyone saw this, although they were also shocked, they were more unaware of why and did not know what was going on.

Because their movements, their moves, are too fast, too chaotic, and with everyone's vision, they can't see why they are coming at all, let alone who is high and low, who is superior and who is inferior.

Fortunately......

"Abel, what are they ......?"

"Sword fighting!"

While watching the battle, Wang Jinlong wondered to everyone: "Sword fighting technique, sword fighting technique, Ah Yang He wants to learn Mei Qinghe's Emei sword technique."

Everyone was surprised: "Emei sword technique?"

"Not bad!"

Wang Zhenlong nodded, and continued to make a cameo appearance as the on-site commentator: "Dianyi Gate is the outer gate of Emei, and there are two true legends of Emei, namely Tiangang Finger Acupoint and Emei Sword Technique."

"Tiangang finger acupoint is the internal martial arts of skill, gong, and law in one, practicing qi and heart method, and Emei sword law

It's pure fencing!"

"On martial arts, there is no skill, fighting skills are not fighting, Ah Yang did not use his true strength, and Mei Qinghe did not use his true qi."

"So, they are fighting swords, fighting swordsmanship, fighting swordsmanship, fighting a skill!"

"It's the same as the martial artists in the martial arts halls before."

"That's ...... so."

Hearing this, everyone finally understood a little, and then turned their eyes to the battlefield, looking at Xu Yang and Mei Qinghe, who were facing each other with their fingertips, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"And who has the upper hand now?"

"Well......

Wang Zhenlong shook his head and muttered, "It's evenly split for the time being, but if you continue to fight like this...... It may be a little detrimental to Ah Yang."

"This ......"

"Why?"

Hearing him say this, Lin Lian and Tang Min'er were a little nervous, and they asked Wang Jinlong one after another.

"The fist is afraid of the young man, and the stick is afraid of the old man!"

Wang Zhenlong muttered and looked at the two people on the battlefield: "Mei Qinghe is old and frail, and Ah Yang is young and strong, if the two sides fight for fist strength and fighting for blood, then it must be that Ah Yang has the advantage, Mei Qinghe can't fight with him, and he doesn't dare to fight with him, because he doesn't have that capital."

"But ......"

"They are fighting skills, Mei Qinghe has been a grandmaster for decades, except for practicing every day, he is polishing his swordsmanship and immersing himself in Yin martial arts, I dare not say anything else, just one swordsmanship, he is definitely worthy of the name of the grandmaster, Ah Yang wants to defeat him, I'm afraid it will not be easy!"

Wang Zhenlong shook his head and expressed his inner worries.

When Lin Lian heard this, she was puzzled: "But just now, didn't you say that Brother Yang has already achieved a thorough understanding, so he can't fight him?"

"Knowing everything, just being proficient in everything, does not mean that you have reached the pinnacle and become a saint!"

Wang Zhenlong said in a deep voice: "Ah Yang's current swordsmanship attainments and sword skills cultivation are at most comparable to Mei Qinghe, or even slightly inferior to Mei Qinghe, if you want to win in sword fighting, unless you ......

"Good Trick !!"

With a deep shout, the words were interrupted, and everyone followed the reputation, only to see that in the battlefield, the sword skills reappeared sharp.

Mei Qinghe pointed at a point, staggered Xu Yang's opposite fingers, and then drove straight in, stabbing at close range.

Xu Yang did not retreat, his right palm was suppressed and pressed, and he opened Mei Qinghe's sword finger, and at the same time turned defense into offense, with the same move, the sword pointed out, and pointed out Mei Qinghe's heart.

Same moves, same skills, same speed and power!

Mei Qinghe did not use the three realms of martial arts, the strong true qi that the grandmaster practiced, Xu Yang did not move the twelve heavenly passes, and the incomparable true power of the Admiralty practiced life.

Pure sword fighting.

Therefore, Xu Yang can hold it, and if he can open Mei Qinghe's sword moves, Mei Qinghe can also defend it, and he can prevent Xu Yang's counterattack.

Mei Qinghe pointed his sword at the side, swept by, and at the same time that Xu Yang pointed at his chest, he wiped Xu Yang's neck with a finger and a sword.

Xu Yang avoided on his back, and his other movements did not change, and the sword finger of his right hand was still pointed at his heart.

Mei Qinghe turned sideways, and he was able to avoid this vital point, and then went on the offensive.

With the finger as the sword, the point of stabbing and cutting horizontally, it is always evenly divided, and it is difficult to distinguish.

As Wang Jinlong said, the fist is afraid of the young and strong, the stick is afraid of the old man, Mei Qinghe has been a grandmaster for decades, and after determining that he is hopeless in the four realms, he will focus on tempering his swordsmanship and boiling his sword skills, and he is an out-and-out kendo master.

His swordsmanship attainments and kendo cultivation are not far behind Xu Yang, who has mastered all martial arts, or even better.

It is very difficult for Xu Yang to outperform him in swordsmanship, because the level of both sides is about the same, and unless an external force intervenes, this balance is difficult to break.

What external forces can intervene and upset the balance?

Twelve days off the golden bell jar?

Yes, but that doesn't fit Xu Yang's original intention.

If you want to force it, then you can do it in the first place, why bother with such effort?

Murder and heart, murder and heart!

He doesn't kill, but he punishes his heart!

So......

"Hah!"

"Sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

"Chief Xu, at your age, this kind of attainment is admirable, admirable!"

The sword moves are entangled, difficult to solve, but also easy to read, especially for Mei Qinghe, a kendo master who has been immersed in Yin swordsmanship for many years, this kind of main fighting skill, the sword fighting that does not consume much qi and blood, is to fight for three days and three nights, he can also support it, not only can it be supported, but also with ease.

Therefore, he raised a few words and prepared to end the scene and go downhill with the donkey.

Otherwise, Xu Yang will be annoyed and angry later, and he will fight for his life, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

Take it when you see it!

Mei Qinghe wanted to end, but ......

"The swordsmanship is not bad, it can be described as a grandmaster, but unfortunately, resting on his laurels and sticking to the rules, such an achievement is the limit, it is not easy to reach the peak, it is extraordinary to enter the sainthood, delusional!"

ushered in Xu Yang's comments like this.

"You're ......!!"

Such words made Mei Qinghe's eyes jump and he was angry.

Get to the top of the ladder?

Transcendent sanctification?

These are the two realms of "skill".

Reaching the pinnacle and bringing forth the new, he can be described as a great master.

Transcendent and holy, he can be described as a martial saint.

It is true that he Mei Qinghe has not reached this realm, and he has no hope of reaching this realm, but it does not mean that others can use this to insult him and insult his life's hard work.

"That old man wants to be taught and enlightened, your ascension to the pinnacle, transcendent and holy!"

The words are ironic, the sword is more intense, although there is anger, but the anger is not chaotic, the anger is not dispersed, the sword technique and sword moves are still exquisite, not leaking, and you can't find half a crack in the gap.

This is the Grandmaster!

But......

"Poof!"

There was a soft sound, and the fingertips were point-to-point, like a sharp sword facing each other.

If it was before, such a sword blade would be unable to hold each other in the end, and it could only be staggered to fight again, because the strength, speed, and skill moves of both sides were the same, they were all equal, and they were hedged head-on, and no one could break anyone.

But this time......

"Click!"

In the crisp sound, the finger bent the sword, Mei Qinghe's complexion changed, and he hurriedly changed his moves, changed to a blocking state, and at the same time retreated and unloaded.

However, Xu Yang was unforgiving, with two fingers and a sword, and a series of points, the rainstorm pear blossoms generally shrouded Meiqing River.

"Huh?"

"It's ......!!"

Seeing this scene, among the crowd, all the martial artists of the Second Realm were shocked and shocked.

What is it?

What kind of swordsmanship is this!

Rainstorm pear blossoms, afterimages staggered.

Dense as a needle, swift as electricity.

The jade girl is wonderful, the remnant rainbow is a style of determination, the body is like a frightened warbler wearing the willows, the sword blade chases the life without leaving people, and the enemy only needs to make half a hand, even if it is a Yue girl, she also loses her soul!

This is the Emei Sword Song.

But this is not Emei swordsmanship, or even this is not swordsmanship, or rather...... It's not just swordsmanship!

"Poof!"

Two fingers and a sword, one point and one drop, familiar and unfamiliar moves, the same and bizarre skills.

"Smack!"

Mei Qinghe had no way to avoid it, so he could only meet him with his fingers, but as a result, the two fingers of the sword were merged into two fingers, but they were shaken apart by the other party, and they were uncontrollable bending and spasming under the severe pain.

This is......

Tai chi?

Eight poles?

Through the back?

Wing Chun?

Tai Chi beating, Baji collapse, Tong back attack, Wing Chun standard, as well as the five elements, Bagua potential!

One sword in one!

Mastery!

This talent is not only the data improvement on the attribute panel, but also has a tangible effect and a realistic basis.

What is the basis for reality?

It's all about getting through!

Why is it that every time a martial art is added and every martial art is used, all martial arts will increase?

It is because these martial arts are integrated together, you have me, I have you, and they complement each other!

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Xu Yang and Mei Qinghe are indeed on par, or even inferior to him.

But in terms of the overall martial arts skills, he is far better than Mei Qinghe, and he may not have reached the realm of the martial saint's transcendent saint and the creation of the Xuan, but it can definitely be compared to the peak of the great grandmaster, pushing through the old and bringing forth the new.

So......

"Papapa!!

One move failed, a complete collapse, Xu Yang's sword was like a rainstorm, including thousands of mysteries, eight poles of Taiji, Wing Chun through the back, five elements of gossip, each saw ingenuity, but also showed its might, pressing Mei Qinghe to retreat one after another, and the army could not be formed.

It's ......

"Poof!!

A finger pointed out, a sword stabbed straight through, like a long rainbow through the sun, and like an eagle striking the sky, unstoppable.

Mei Qinghe got up in response, flew out, fell outside the battlefield, clicked in front of the door, and took a few steps back before stopping.

"Master!"

"Daddy......!"

Li Yunying and Mei Wanrou exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Mei Qinghe's body.

Mei Qinghe ignored them, only pressed one hand on his chest, his wrists, arms, and body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were staring at Xu Yang, shocked, shocked, fearful and palpitating.

"Daddy!!"

"Master!"

Seeing this scene, Li Yunying and Mei Wanrou panicked even more, looking at Mei Qinghe and not knowing what to do.

"No...... Thing!"

Mei Qinghe shook his head, trembling and removed his hand, and then he could see a wound in broken clothes, and a sword mark overflowing with blood.

The injury was not serious, but it was ......

Defeat terrible!

"You're defeated!"

Before everyone could react, and Mei Qinghe didn't say anything, Xu Yang took the momentum of the sword fighting and won a big victory, and pressed to the front of Dianyimen: "Let's take out the sword!"

After that, a heavy pressure was forced out from the inside out, locking and shrouding Mei Qinghe.

This is not an exaggerated description, but a description of substance.

This pressure, this strength...... Twelve days off the golden bell jar!!

Martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, merit for strength.

Martial arts sword fighting, victory and defeat have been divided.

That's next. It should be martial arts fighting power, and life and death at first sight.

Mei Qinghe, dare to respond?

Looking at Xu Yang, who was powerful and blazing like the sun, Mei Qinghe's pupils shrank and looked behind him.

"Master!"

"Daddy......

Looking at his daughter and son-in-law, disciples and disciples, as well as the golden lacquer of the martial arts hall and the plaque signboard, Mei Qinghe trembled and stretched out his hand, wanting to take a sword, but on the way, he jerked violently, clenched tightly into a fist, full of unwillingness, full of painful tug-of-war struggle.

Ultimately......

The clenched fists trembled, relaxed weakly, and lowered his head, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he said to Xu Yang with difficulty: "Point Yimen, Mei Qinghe...... Admit defeat!!"

After that, the body fell, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years old, shrouded by a heavy twilight aura, although the face did not change much, and the body did not have much damage, but the spirit of the previous grandmaster was completely decayed.

Don't kill people, but punish hearts!