After watching the battle for a long time, someone in the crowd finally saw the way and pointed out: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but this sword is not the number of frost slashing love." His swordsmanship is known for its sharpness and subtlety, and your swordsmanship is as light and agile as the wind, completely two sword paths, which does not match the rumors. So, you're not in love. In my opinion, your swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the long-lost Storm Sword. ”

The speaker was Xu Zicheng, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, whose analysis was reasonable and well-founded, and verified the speculation put forward by Wu Qingshuang.

A word was pierced, but "Frost Slash Love" still did not let go, and said: "It's the truth, have you seen it?" ”

"No, but I've heard of it a little, and the ancient books have turned two more pages." Xu Zicheng replied bluntly.

The sword of the frightening wind goes sideways, the moves are elegant and dexterous, as urgent as a spark, the wind is strong, and the wind pierces the clouds. This set of swordsmanship originated in the mortal realm martial arts, and then introduced to the Xuanmen, and it was a nameless person who practiced swordsmanship, but he had no choice but to cultivate to be too low and short-lived, and there was no successor, and it was short-lived in the pan after a long time.

The years have passed, and I can only read a few words of praise in ancient books, and slightly mention the style of swordsmanship. As for where the sword book ended up, there is no mention of it. With the passage of time, there are many talents, and future generations will create better and more subtle things, so there is no need to care about this secret book.

The lie was exposed, and the strong man still had no red face and no heartbeat. "What if you see through the swordsmanship, who has stipulated that I can't learn new swordsmanship? Now that the three of you have been defeated, it can only prove that you are waiting for a bunch of mediocre talents! ”

It is true that the strong man bites himself to death is frost and love, but the monks who are standing are not stupid, and they already have the answer in their hearts, and there are more false than true.

Maybe the previous battle was more or less afraid of the frost slash in his heart, and his moves were a little conservative, and the power was not exerted enough to the extreme, so he would be defeated.

Leaving aside the title of the opponent's frost slash, everyone felt a lot more courageous at once, two men and one woman, and three guests with good cultivation came out to fight. Compared with the two games just now, the moves they played were much more open, no longer timid, and much more powerful.

Helplessly, he was defeated again in less than thirty moves. The guests couldn't help but be surprised, and they really underestimated the strength of the strong man. Looking at the situation, it doesn't matter whether the challenger is pretending to be or not, the important thing is that this person has a high cultivation and excellent swordsmanship, and today I am afraid that the chances of winning are hopeless.

After winning three games in a row, the smile on the strong man's face was even more proud, "Today I am here to challenge the heroes to become famous, who is not convinced!" ”

Seeing that the strong man is proud of the crowd and looks domineering and awe-inspiring, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel unpleasant. There are so many guests that there are so many people that they can't tolerate a fake with their heads and tails in their hands! What's more, the prestige of the Storm Sword is still there, and winning against him may not make him famous.

Thinking of this, the fighters went into battle one after another. Losers don't lose, five in the fourth, six in the fifth, seven in the sixth, and nine in the seventh.

After several battles, the fighters were all wiped out, the injuries were worse and heavier, and there were a few bright red and undried blood stains on the clean ground. In the last game, the old owner of Jimo was also among them, and like the other people who were lying down, he was supported by his two sons and withdrew.

Back in the team, the old owner of Jimo sighed: "Your Excellency is good at kung fu, and the name of the sword is well deserved, and the old man sighs to himself." ”

"Thanks for the compliment." The strong man is not polite, and he accepts it safely.

The strong man's heart was refreshing, but unexpectedly, a pleasing female voice was like a cold needle piercing his inflated vanity. "The Wind Sword, it's quite frightening, it's weak!"

Looking back, he saw that it was a slender and charming girl who mocked him. Half of the anger that had risen had subsided, and the tone that should have been roaring was much calmer when he spoke. "Little girl, don't be rampant!"

Someone standing beside Wu Qingshuang frowned slightly: Was she standing here just now? "Dancing girl, did you leave for a while just now?"

Wu Qingshuang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I just saw a few mice, let's catch mice and play." ”

"Knock knock......" Everyone fainted. Your heart is so big!

The immature hand tugged at the corner of the clothes, and feeling the movement, Wu Qingshuang looked sideways. The eleven or twelve-year-old boy opened his bright eyes and said weakly: "Big sister, don't adults often say that swords are used to perform chivalrous deeds?" But that uncle is so fierce, he has been beating people, and many big brothers and sisters have been injured. ”

The strong man scoffed: "Child, the sword is meant to kill people, and what you hear is just a joke used to send children away." ”

Wuqing Shuang smiled and comforted softly: "Little brother, you are young, the adults didn't lie to you." The slender hand gently stroked the boy's little head.

Turning his head to look at the strong man: "Uncle, what you said is right. Swordsmanship is the art of killing, and the sword is the murder weapon of murder, whether it is to kill for the sake of chivalry or for one's own selfish interests, the result is the same - killing. This girl is more inclined to the innocent words that children prefer. ”

The guests looked at her in astonishment, their eyes wide. The strong man's face turned pale, and with her confidence when she spoke, as well as her cultivation, she was afraid that she was not a person to be messed with.

"Uncle, it is rumored that Zhongshuang was also a handsome young man back then, only thirteen or fourteen years old, and now six years have passed, at most twenty years old, how can you be so old, look at more than thirty, maybe forty or fifty. In addition, even if he is a man who is eighteen years old, he will not grow into a big and three thick tiger with a bear waist like you! It's too ruined image, come out to mix, don't do your homework well, and brag about it and make a draft! Wu Qingshuang pointed him from beginning to end, counting with disgust on her face.

"Hahahaha......" The guests laughed. While laughing, he thought: yes, how did they forget that there is still this stubble.

First be recognized by the swordsmanship, then disliked the appearance, and then have to disguise, the strong man said Alexander! Fortunately, he stood far away, and no one noticed the fine sweat on his forehead.

It's okay, it's okay, Lao Tzu is not alone, what are you afraid of! "Little girl, what do you have to do with that guy like this, could it be that you two have a leg?"

"Admirer of Frost Slash." Wu Qingshuang smiled calmly.

Yes? The strong man's face stiffened, thinking that the girl's family was usually ashamed, and deliberately smeared and asked. Where did you guess that the girl didn't play her cards according to common sense, and she answered so calmly and without concealment. It seems that this answer does not need to be hidden, there are a lot of men and women who worship him, there is nothing strange.

However, this statement of the strong man undoubtedly proves that he is a fake. Of course, the guests had already believed Xu Zicheng six or seven percent, but now the lie is completely self-defeating.

"Little girl, you just said that my sword is weak, but you are not convinced? If you're not convinced, how about a competition with me? "I can't say it, I have to fight with my strength.

Wu Qingshuang also thought so, and the account in her name was made clear, but the account of the lesson has not been calculated yet! "That's exactly what I mean." The fan in his hand knocked on his palm, intentionally or unintentionally.

The strong man looked at it for a while, only to see that she played with the fan in her hand and had no other movements, her face was shocked and angry, and her voice was a little higher: "Do you want to use the fan to fight me?" ”

"Why not?" Wu Qingshuang has absolute confidence in her kung fu, and the smile on her face is bright. "When I choose a fan, I will only use a fan from beginning to end."

The others just wanted to persuade and mention the power of the Wuqing Frost Shocking Wind Sword, but before they could speak, the two had already started fighting.

The strong man's sword power was like the wind and attacked Wu Qingshuang head-on, and his anger pierced Changhong, as if he wanted to pierce her heart with a sword. The other man swung a wind blade into his chest. The strong man's body was tilted sideways, and the wind blade was close to the clothes on his shoulder, and if he didn't turn the whole person over, the wind blade would not only seriously injure him, but also cut off one of his arms.

As soon as he made a move, he picked a tricky angle, the strong man was slightly surprised, he couldn't help but be surprised, just when he leaned back, Wu Qingshuang was already close to him, and the fan edge slashed to his neck, intending to seal his throat with a sword.

The strong man leaned back on his back, a shadow flickered in front of him, and for a moment, a palm hit him in the abdomen, and he flew backwards. When he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the pain in his abdomen clearly told him that he had broken three ribs. The strong man stared at his opponent incredulously, his sword was fast, and he never thought that Wu Qingshuang would move faster than himself.

"Are you still fighting?" Wu Qingshuang squinted at him condescendingly.

The strong man didn't answer, he stood up in pain while covering his wounds, pointed at the ground with a slanted sword, and his posture was obvious, as if he was saying: I underestimated the enemy just now, and now I have to really fight.

Wu Qingshuang raised her lips and chuckled, and offered a treasure fan to haunt the strong man and dance. The strong man's swordsmanship freely avoided every fatal blow, and at the same time condensed the sword qi to attack Wu Qingshuang. The treasure fan sometimes whirls and sometimes holds it in the hands of the master as a blade. Several times the sword fan struck, the treasure fan was always intact, and no matter how dull the strong man was, he should guess that this fan was extraordinary.

The wind blade sword qi clashed frequently, the roaring sound was endless, and the dust and sand flew with the earthquake wave. A swordsmanship is ingenious, the momentum is fierce, and the wind is frightening; The other is sharp, ruthless, unpredictable, and domineering. Strong men should cope with the hardship but dare not slack off, the slightest carelessness, if not dead, but also disabled.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, it was obvious that the strong man was pressed downwind, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wu Qingshuang was dancing on the surface, but in fact, the swordsmanship was integrated into it, and if it was replaced with a sword, the strong man would have been beaten to the point that he could not move.

The cold wind is arrogant, the frost is flying, the butterflies are painted vividly, the fluttering wings seem to be alive and flying out of the fan, the more beautiful and gorgeous the butterfly dances, the easier it is to ignore the danger.

The strong man's body has countless wounds, large and small, and it is already a strong crossbow bow, and the gorgeous butterfly dance gives the final blow. The sword fell to the ground, the strong man was seriously injured and internally injured, and there was no power to resist, and he couldn't even use the strength to stand up when he lay on the ground.

"My sister is amazing!" Seeing that the bad guy was hit, several young children applauded happily.

"Dancing girl is good kung fu!" The guests were stunned, and only when they heard the child's voice did they react and praise it.

The strong man would never have imagined that he would encounter such a master, staring at the opponent who defeated him. At this moment, he had already guessed the identity of the other party. "The nameless treasure fan, the frost butterfly dance, really lives up to its name."

Wu Qingshuang chuckled lightly, "Before, you were heavy-handed, I can understand that you are not convinced to fight, rely on many people to bully the widow, but now I am the only one who has won you, this set of arguments is not valid." "To prevent the other party from playing scoundrels, block the road first.