This kind of news came back to the mountain, and there were foundation building monks in the mountain to see it, but there were no higher people to stop it.

It's like the news has only reached the level of building the foundation and then dispersed.

Zhao Yingyun arrived on the Wushuang stage.

There is a person on the main stage sitting on an old chair in the Wushuang Stage, looking very old.

After he looked at Zhao Yingyun and Zheng Wei, he half-sneered and half-sighed: "Young people just don't take their lives seriously, when you reach my age, you will know that living one more day is a luxury, and every day you live, you will see your lifespan reduced by one day." ”

Zhao Yingyun didn't make a sound, Zheng Wei was listening carefully to what Xu Yacheng said in his ear.

"Name." The old man at the main desk asked.

"Zhao Yingyun." Zhao Yingyun said.

"Zheng Wei." Zheng Wei also opened his mouth to answer.

Next, I saw the old man on the main desk, holding a pen and writing something on a piece of paper.

Wushuang slowly gathered some people from the stage, and people flew over from Tiandu Mountain.

Duels are still rare in recent years, and most of them are quiet, or they break out suddenly, and they rarely really come to this duel, so after hearing the news, many people came to see.

Zhao Yingyun didn't go to see if there was anyone he knew, he knew that there would be, after all, he had been practicing here for so many years, but he didn't go to see it, so as not to affect his mood.

At this moment, he heard someone shouting, "Senior brother." ”

When I looked back, it was Yang Liuqing, who was still in the lower courtyard.

Zhao Yingyun frowned lightly and didn't answer, but his eyes were asking him what he was doing.

I saw him quickly come over, with his back to Zheng Wei, took out a small folded note in his hand, handed it over, and went down without saying anything.

Zhao Yingyun took it, opened it and looked at it, it read: "Golden Feather Flying Sword, Golden Light Umbrella, Wind Chopping Sword Technique." ”

Yang Liuqing's originally silent face was a little more worried.

This note was suddenly stopped by a strange monk and handed to him, and he only glanced at it and knew that this must be the information of Zheng Wei's cultivation.

At this time, they heard the voice of the old man on the main stage.

"Today, Zhao Yingyun and Zheng Wei, the two of them have a grudge like the sea, they don't share the sky, on the Wushuang stage, fight to the death, tell the world, and people die and dissipate."

The words were very short, but when they came out, there was a strong smell of blood.

The robbery talisman in Zhao Yingyun's dantian seemed to be swaying like smoke, as if it had encountered the wind.

He stood there, composed, the note turning to ashes in his hand.

Even if there was nothing written on the note, he could guess that the other party was a golden qi foundation, and the magic weapon must be a flying sword or something, because just now in the Silver Hairpin Courtyard, under the collision of mana, he felt the sharpness of the magic power.

The golden umbrella, he didn't know what it was, thinking that it should be a talisman.

And the Wind Chopping Sword Technique, he hadn't seen it, but listening to the name, it should be a sword technique that is good at breaking the mana of the body.

The two stood on one side of the high platform.

The countertop underfoot is extremely hard.

Zheng Wei on the other side is also silent, the death is not an easy thing for anyone, no matter how confident he is before the death, standing on the stage at this time, so many people will inevitably feel apprehensive when they see that only one person can live with another person.

"Decided!" The old man shouted.

For some reason, this old man was full of sighs and pity before, and it was a pity that life died young, but at this time he was so excited, he seemed to want to see the last bloom of life in front of him.

Zheng Wei's right hand was inserted in his sleeve, and after the word 'decide', his hand was quickly pulled out, and a touch of sword light came out with his hand.

The sword light entered the air, but it took an arc, first up to a high place, and then down, this is like an invisible person raising the sword high, and then cutting it down.

This is the Wind Slashing Sword Technique.

Move slash, strong and heavy.

When the sword light fell, it actually brought up a white light, like a heavy axe.

Under the stage, Yang Liuqing, Wen Bai, and Wen Xun's three nervous hearts were about to jump out, they had a certain understanding of Zhao Negative Yun, but their understanding was still stuck in the fog, they knew that Zhao Negative Yun's fire method was very strong, but this kind of frontal fighting, the art of the sword has always been the most likely to win, and it is the top three magic skills in the fighting method.

There was silence around, because everyone knew that many times, the battle method is divided into life and death, and it is only a matter of moments.

The sword light brought by the sword was like a big axe splitting down.

I saw that Zhao Yingyun's body moved, his body was like a spirit fish in distress, and he suddenly moved, and at the same time, his hand waved towards the falling sword light.

From under his sleeve, a red Xuanguang gushed out of thin air, the Xuanguang was like the wind, and it was like a dragon, and the sword light that was about to fall on him seemed to be distorted by this red wind, and Zhao Yingyun's body was like a swimming fish, approaching Zheng Wei quickly.

Zheng Wei's heart tightened, and a ball of golden light was thrown in his hand, the golden light opened, turning into an umbrella, the umbrella was pure gold for bones, and various gems were inlaid with the umbrella surface, hanging down the brilliance of the golden light, enveloping it.

The sword is the main attack outside, and the umbrella is the main defense overhead.

One attack and one defense, it seems to have been invincible.

But Zheng Wei's heart was already anxious, because he felt that the wind swung by Zhao Chengyun was actually tightly wrapped around his golden feather sword, like a hand grasping the sword, making his imperial sword heavy and jerky.

The grappling method is not difficult to practice, but it is not an easy task to be able to capture the flying sword in the same realm, but Zhao Chengyun has done it.

Zheng Wei saw that Zhao Yingyun had rushed not far in front of him, so all his mana was injected into the golden light umbrella.

The golden light on the umbrella swelled up, and it was a little more prosperous.

In his eyes, he saw that Zhao Yingyun waved his left hand, and a strong wind surged, close range, flat ground, a force from the bottom up wanted to overturn his umbrella, and his mana poured into the umbrella, pressing down, and trying to hold it.

However, when Zhao Yingyun's right hand set off an invisible wind in his left hand, he flicked his fingers again, and a little fire quickly expanded in his eyes, turning into a fire dragon, rushing on the umbrella, as if he was about to take his umbrella away.

At this moment, he felt like a person walking in the wind with an umbrella, trying to hold it, but the magic light on the umbrella was no longer uniform at this moment, and there were gaps and flaws.

At this moment, the panic in his heart quickly turned into surprise, because he found that his Golden Feather Sword was no longer suppressed by the other party, and it could be killed by the envoy again.

He thought in his heart that this time, he must cut Zhao Yingyun into two sections.

Thinking about the sword, at the critical moment, he was distracted to control the flying sword, and the control of the umbrella was lowered to a level.

The sword light had already bloomed behind Zhao Yingyun again.

It's just that he didn't see the coldness in Zhao Yingyun's eyes.

"Burn!"

Zhao Yingyun stretched out his hand and pointed, and the curse sounded.

Zheng Wei saw the other party pointing at him, and at this moment, if ice water was watered, it was like a catastrophe.

In his eyes, he saw the fire rushing down from the void, instantly drowning itself.

Many people saw that at this moment, an invisible flame rose from the center of Zheng Wei's eyebrows, and there was even more fire burning in his eyes.

And Zhao Yingyun's body rushed past him like a swimming dragon, his hand was like an open wing, but he slashed past Zheng Wei.

"Extinguish!"

The fire in Zheng Wei's eyes instantly turned into darkness, he fell to the ground in response, and behind Zhao Yingyun, the sword that wanted to cut Zhao Yingyun also fell to the ground with a clang, and the umbrella flew to the side,

The fire dragon, which was originally entangled with the umbrella, returned to its nest like a dragon after losing its goal, heading towards Zhao Yingyun who was flying in the air, and fell under his feet and turned into a cloud of red mist, supporting him straight to the sky.

"Duel to the death, Zhao Yingyun wins, Zheng Wei dies."

The old man next to him, who was presiding over the duel, shouted loudly, his voice was full of excitement, and he was as happy as drinking wine and getting drunk.