The long sword that made the fox easy to rush was white, and the strong spiritual power turned into sword qi, circulating in the blade and sword body, indestructible, and as soon as he pierced the center of the aperture, he felt countless sword qi, surging from all directions.

Cutting, striking, pulling, chopping, stabbing his own long sword, the power is far greater than that of Linghu Yichong's sword.

But Linghu Yichong smiled, he felt the weakness of the other party's sword!

The spiritual power of the whole body was infused desperately, and the tip of the long sword lit up, and a sword qi of extreme essence swallowed violently, piercing the center of the aperture.

The white sword qi light froze, and the speed of rotation suddenly returned to zero, and countless sword qi suddenly lost its restraint and exploded violently.

"Boom ......"

The sword qi light burst out, and the light it emitted was brighter than a hundred rays of sunlight, instantly covering the eyes of tens of thousands of young people.

Linghu Yichong felt a shock in his hand, and the long sword was suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces, and he only had time to lay a layer of spiritual power on the surface of his body, and he felt a shock all over his body, as if he had been hit by a mountain, and fell out into the air behind him.

His clothes were all lost in an instant, and even his hair could not be retained, and countless sword qi cut through his body's defensive aura, slicing through his skin and piercing his muscles.

In the white expanse of scattered sword qi that burst out towards the surroundings, a rainbow bridge composed of blood mist was drawn.

Yang Yijian's consciousness moved, the sword qi on his body swirled, and he rushed out of a straight line brutally, instantly spanning more than three hundred zhang, and caught Linghu Yichong from the air, and took a closer look, Linghu Yichong did not have a good skin on his body, but his face was clean, revealing a very cheerful smile.

"You're doing it to death!"

Yang Yijian scolded angrily, obviously he could avoid it, but he had to fight with the strongest strength of the other party, and if he was not killed immediately, it was already fate.

Yang Yijian ripped off his robe and wrapped Linghu Yichong's lower body.

Linghu Yichong's spiritual power was completely lost at this moment, and he couldn't stand in the air at all, completely supported by Yang Yijian's arm.

The white sword aura spread out, violently sweeping the surrounding trees, destroying countless trees, and the sky slowly became clearer

The two looked back and saw Xie Chonglou standing in place, his mouth tightly closed, his eyes wide, staring at Ling Hu Yichong.

Linghu Yichong smiled lightly, as if pulling the wound on his body, pulled his mouth, and said weakly: "You won!"

A smile appeared in Xie Chonglou's eyes, and he suddenly opened his mouth, raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which shot straight five feet away, and planted his head on his back.

The Wudang disciples who were watching the battle nearby jumped out, caught Xie Chonglou's body from mid-air, signaled to Linghu Yichong and Yang Yijian, and quickly jumped away to treat him.

The Taihua disciples also jumped out and gathered around Linghu Yichong, asking about the injury.

Linghu Yichong doesn't seem to have a good skin on his body, but if it's just these, it can only be barely regarded as a minor injury, as long as it doesn't hurt the internal organs and bone meridians, it's not a big deal.

Ren Yingying was stunned by the blood mist in the sky, and when she came back to her senses and jumped over, Ling Hu Yichong was already surrounded by his senior brothers, and he was so anxious that he stomped his feet in the outer circle.

It was still Shen Yi who raised his eyes, saw Ren Yingying coming over, stopped a senior brother, and got out of the way.

"Brother Chong, are you alright?"

Ren Yingying saw that Linghu Yichong's body was covered with flesh, and she felt that her heart was broken, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

Linghu Yichong was already a little confused, looked at Ren Yingying, and said with a forced smile: "Yingying, I'm fine, it'll be fine in a few days, I'll go to you in a few days." ”

Ren Yingying desperately held back the tears in her eyes and nodded vigorously.

Yang Yijian used his spiritual power to protect Ling Hu Yichong's heart, feeling that Ling Hu Yichong's blood was flowing a little too much, and he needed to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, nodded to Ren Yingying, jumped his body, and swept towards Deyue Tower.

There was a doctor from Taihua in Deyue Tower, who simply bandaged Linghu Yichong, stopped the bleeding, and hurriedly sent it to Taihua Mountain.

Some of the tens of thousands of young people on the north bank of the Wei River didn't understand.

"Who won this?"

"Didn't Linghu say that? ”

"Win a fart! Linghu stood there well, just broke a few pieces of skin, Xie Chonglou was unconscious, this can also be regarded as his victory!"

"It should be considered a draw! But Linghu is a few years older, and he is not ashamed to admit defeat generously. ”

"The Wudang faction should die of laughter!"

"It's too late to laugh or cry, then Xie Chonglou seems to be fine, and he doesn't know how to hurt his body? ”

"Yes, it is rare to cultivate such a master for decades......

......

Different from the personal safety and who wins or loses in Chang'an, the masters of the surrounding factions are more concerned about the swordsmanship displayed by Xie Chonglou and the contingency measures that make the fox easy to rush.

Yuan Tai's expression was very heavy, and he turned his head and asked, "Uncle Shi, this is Wudang's Tai Chi swordsmanship, right?"

Tianbai nodded, his face was also solemn, although his strength was not as good as his nephew Yuantai, but in the past ten years, he has walked on behalf of Mount Tai in the rivers and lakes, and he is also well-informed, but he has seen Wudang disciples use Tai Chi swordsmanship.

"It's like something, it should have been improved. ”

"In the past, the Tai Chi swordsmanship was self-generated, and its power was extremely extraordinary. ”

"I don't want to be able to borrow the power of others now, this power has been multiplied. ”

Yuan Tai nodded, and suddenly smiled again: "The strongest point is the weakness of the Taiji Sword Technique, which is unexpected. ”

Tianbai sighed and said, "If you practice swordsmanship to this realm, it's not a weakness!"

Yuan Tai laughed, got up and said, "Today is worth the trip, sort out all these and send them back to the mountain to the master." ”

"The other factions are making great strides, and we can't afford to lag behind. ”

Tianbai glanced at a few energetic and restrained teachers and nephews around him, and said with a smile: "Taihua Taoguang has been cultivating this new generation of strong disciples for thirty years. ”

"We have another ten years in Taishan, and when the teachers and nephews grow up, then no one will be afraid!"

Since more than ten years ago, Yuan Tai's nephew was in charge of Taishan's affairs, and vigorously recruited disciples, and now, even if because of the great changes, more than half of Taishan's disciples were killed and injured, but there are still six or seven hundred people left.

The physical fitness of these disciples has been greatly improved, and the qualifications for practicing martial arts are also extremely extraordinary, and now many of them have entered the peak of the refining period.

These are all the merits of Yuantai.

Now that Mount Tai has Shandong, and has been given several large islands as territories, Yuantai's nephew proposed to recruit a large number of disciples, and it can be implemented.

Yuan Tai didn't think about Wudang Gongfa at this moment, he noticed that the Demon Sect's Nashi Laozi Holy Aunt was actually closely related to the Taihua Sect.

Well, it should be close to Linghu Yichong, and he followed behind the disciples of Taihua with a worried face.

It turns out that the relationship between the Taihua Sect and the Demon Sect has long been improved!

Ren Yingying didn't know that her actions at the moment had fallen into the eyes of many big people, and she was burning like fire, eager to replace Ling Hu Yichong with the pain of almost peeling her skin.

"Go, go to someone, find Ping's finger. ”

"Send it directly to Taihua Mountain. ”

Ren Yingying looked at the subordinates who were far away, and explained loudly again.

"Let him heal Brother Chong well!"

Looking at Brother Chong's weak appearance, it should not only be injured in the flesh and skin, but also in the internal organs and meridians, and he will definitely be transferred to Taihua Mountain for treatment.