Late autumn.

The cold wind is howling.

The wind rises, rolling up a few residual leaves.

Even at this time, when the sun is at its peak, pedestrians are dressed in long clothes and thick clothes, and it is still difficult to resist the cold.

South of the city.

Tournament ring.

There was silence.

More than 100 people lined up on both sides, all holding swords and swords, their eyes revealing murderous intent, and silent killing intent swept the audience.

Fortunately, there were several respected Jianghu veterans in the ring for the first time, so as to stabilize the situation in the field.

"Two, life and death have been decided, this battle, life and death aside!"

In the ring of more than 100 square meters, an old man in a white-haired robe put away the paper and looked at the two people on the left and right solemnly.

On the left, a slender man with a handsome appearance holds a lancet with a cold light.

His feet touched the ground, and his body seemed to be motionless, and it seemed to be swaying with the wind, which made people unpredictable.

It is the leader of the younger generation of the Wind Hall, Zhao Cang, the Wind Swordsman!

This person is not very old, but he has already refined his body and cultivated his internal strength, and his one-handed wind sword technique is extremely good.

Right.

He is a big man with a burly build.

The big man has a plain appearance, a slightly yellow complexion, holding a ring-headed tiger-headed knife, and his short clothes can hardly hide the high bulging and knotted muscles on his body.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his feet stepped on the ground, like a bell and a rock, unmoving.

This person's name is Guo Fan.

He is the senior brother among the second-generation disciples of the Tiger Gate, and the five tiger door cutting knives in one hand are also extraordinary.

His people are born with divine power, although they have not cultivated internal strength, their refining body has reached their peak, and they have even been invincible against masters of internal strength.

Compared with the two, it is really unpredictable who will win and who will lose!

The white-haired old man glanced at the two of them left and right, and sighed softly, as if he was regretting the next ending.

Shaking his head slightly, the old man waved his sleeves and retreated lightly.

At the same time, drink low in the mouth.

"Let's get started!"

"Zheng!"

The sound of the knife groaned softly, like a breeze shaking a copper bell, and the sound was pleasant.

At the same time, a cold light flashed from Zhao Cang's hand, slashing Guo Fan sharply, and a fierce killing machine emerged.

Wind Knife Technique - Destroy Flowers and Break Willows!

The lancet has a lightweight blade and a sharp edge, which is a perfect match for the speed-based wind knife method.

Guo Fan's eyes widened, and the tiger's head knife suddenly rose.

"Hoo ......"

His sword is not fast, but it is fierce and terrifying, like a fierce tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and it can smash the incoming wind with a single sword.

The remaining momentum is endless, and the tiger descends the mountain, and the human knife is combined, and the other party is slammed into each other.

Zhao Cang's body was like a breeze blowing willows to avoid the momentum, and the sword light bloomed like a storm, wrapping around the opponent from one side.

"Good!"

Seeing this scene, in the ring, Xiao Bozhong, an old man from Jiujiang Water Dock, couldn't help but admire.

"These two people are young, and they have already obtained the sword technique of samadhi, and over time, the achievements are limitless!"

"Not bad. ”

Zheng Yin, who is known as the Condor, nodded when he heard this: "There are many young talents in the rivers and lakes, and we are indeed old!"

"Compared with us, this Storm Swordsman Zhao Cang is just a lack of internal strength accumulation and experience. ”

The implication is that it is not difficult to give the other party some time, not to mention surpassing them, and going hand in hand.

As for Guo Fan......

Guo Fan is not bad, he was known as the first master of the younger generation in the county back then, and he was extremely talented. ”

Zhou Tong, the master of Wusheng Sect, sighed lightly: "It's a pity that the method of cultivation is not right, and I can't achieve internal strength for a long time." ”

"Hey!"

The Huang Pavilion Master of the Sifang Martial Arts Hall smiled coldly and said, "Guo Fan, this kid, should have been cheated by his own parents. ”

"He is the elder brother of the younger generation, but his own master left early, and I am afraid that there are many people in the Tiger Gate who wish that he could not improve. ”

"Hmm......"

Zheng Yin's eyes flickered when he heard this, he had not long been in the county town for a short time, and he didn't know much about the younger generation in the city.

At this time, he heard that the other party had something to say, but he didn't ask much.

just asked indifferently: "Judging from how many, which of the two of them has a better chance of winning?"

"It is difficult to distinguish between the Wind Knife and the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, and both of them are also leaders of the younger generation, and the outcome is unpredictable. ”

Xiao Bozhong lightly buckled the armrest with one hand, shook his head and said, "Xiao's eyesight is not good, but he can't see it." ”

"Brother Xiao is polite. ”

Zhou Tong, the master of Wusheng Sect, smiled heartily and said, "In my opinion, Zhao Cang has a better chance of winning?"

"How so?"

Zheng Yin looked sideways.

"With internal strength, it is completely different from refining the body, even if Zhao Cang has not advanced for a long time, he has just opened up one or two twelve canons, and his background is far beyond Guo Fan. ”

Zhou Tong squinted his eyes and said, "And as far as I know, the lancet in his hand is not ordinary!"

"That's it. ”

Zheng Yin nodded silently, his face unchanged.

"I don't see it that way. ”

The Huang Pavilion Master of the Sifang Martial Arts Hall shook his head again and again, and said, "Although Zhao Cang has internal strength, his background is not necessarily stronger than Guo Fan. ”

"The kid surnamed Guo was born with divine power, and he was undefeated against the master of internal strength two years ago, and he will not be weak now. ”

"And ......"

He paused before he said slowly: "Although this kid has taken a fork in the road, it may not be without other benefits. ”

Zheng Yin looked at Pavilion Master Huang and said with a smile: "It seems that Pavilion Master Huang is looking at this Guo Fan differently!"

"Brother Zheng doesn't know. ”

Xiao Bozhong explained with a smile: "Pavilion Master Huang and Guo Fan's master have a good relationship, and the two almost became friends for eight worships. ”

"Oh?"

Zheng Yin raised his eyebrows.

“......”

Pavilion Master Huang shook his head lightly and said no more.

In just a few words, the situation in the field has gradually become fierce from the cautious temptation at the beginning.

Zhao Cang's face was tense, his eyes were murderous, and the light and sharp lancet in his hand almost turned into a killing wind.

The wind and rain are coming, the wind is blowing, the shadows are sparse, the wind is endless, the wind is dancing, and the wind is howling......

The thirty-six style wind knife technique turned into a torrential wind and rain, so that only the cold light was seen in the field, and no one was seen.

He connects his wishes with one move and one style, like flowing water, and there is no trace of the depiction of turning and ending.

In terms of skillful swordsmanship alone, he has become a famous swordsman in the county.

Compared with Zhao Cang, Guo Fan's movements are more reckless, and the tiger head knife is even heavier.

But he is calm on the defensive, the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife is strong and powerful, and the combination of body shape and steps is even more accurate and terrifying.

Even under the opponent's swift wind, Guo Fan's defensive position can still be as stable as a mountain.

The knife technique of opening and closing is even more difficult to get close to.

Especially the killing moves in the knife technique, such as the white tiger jumping over the stream, the howling wind, etc., every time they are used, they can force Zhao Cang to retreat and protect himself, so as to redeem his disadvantage.

"Jingle ......"

"Rak ......"

The two knives collided like a torrential rain, and sometimes a little spark burst out.

Theoretically, the side with strong momentum and heavy blade is more advantageous.

But at this time, it's quite the opposite!

Under more than 100 collisions, the lancet in Zhao Cang's hand was still cold, but the ring-headed tiger head knife in Guo Fan's hand had a lot of small gaps.

"Suffered!"

In the ring, Zheng Yin shook his head lightly with regret in his eyes: "Guo Fan can't hold on." ”

Although the others did not speak, their faces changed, and they all clearly agreed with him.

The slight notch of the blade, placed on the huge ring-headed tiger head knife, is inconspicuous.

But in the hands of a swordsman, the slightest damage to the blade in his hand will affect the performance of his strength.

What's more, compared to Zhao Cang, the Wind Swordsman, Guo Fan was already at a disadvantage.

They can see this, and Guo Fan, who is immersed in the scene, also understands it.

"Kill!"

The roar blurted out.

Guo Fan, who had always been on the defensive, changed his sword posture, and was a fierce tiger in the mountains, completely abandoning his defense and pounced on his opponent.

"Roaring ......"

The ring-headed tiger-headed knife turned around with his body, slashing in all directions, and after forcing out Zhao Cang's figure, the knife momentum followed.

Then cut straight down with a knife.

Split the mountains!

His knife has no other tricks, only extreme strength and speed, just to force the other party to fight hard with him, so as to win that slightest chance of victory.

"Hey!"

Zhao Cang sneered.

At the same time, the lancet in his hand flipped smartly, and his body turned like the wind, slashing at the incoming knife light like a spinning top.

"Ding......

Several collisions, only a knife sound.

The lancet blocked the tiger head knife, and the blade was close to Guo Fan's arm, heading straight for his throat.

At the same time, Zhao Cang pressed down with one hand and lightly pressed the back of the tiger head knife, making it difficult for the other party to turn around and resist.

"Die!"

The low whistling sound and the rising sword against the trend made many people watching the battle subconsciously tense their bodies.

There are many people in the Tiger Gate, and there are many people who can't bear it.

"Humph!"

Guo Fan knew that it was difficult to avoid, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he actually stood up sideways and faced the lancet with his shoulder.

Zhao Cang's eyes showed disdain, the knife momentum remained unchanged, and he swept out obliquely.

He has cultivated his internal strength, and his strength is far from being comparable to that of a person refining his body, and the condensation of his strength is even more amazing.

This knife not only contains the strength of his body, but the lancet in his hand is even sharper, not to mention his body.

Even if it's a steel boulder, he can cut it through with a single sword.

In Zhao Cang's view, the other party's resistance with his shoulders is nothing more than a dying struggle!

"......"

The blade entered the body, easily slashed into the shoulder, paused slightly, and continued to slash towards Guo Fan's throat.

"Suffer!"

Zhao Cang's complexion changed suddenly.

The long knife entered his body, and he only felt that it was cut into the tough cowhide, and the layers of power kept surging from all around, consuming his strength.

At this pace, it is not a problem to seriously injure the other party, but it is impossible to kill with a single sword!

And Guo Fan, who had a hideous face, turned his eyes into despair and madness just now at this time, and turned into indifference without waves.

His chest and abdomen shook rapidly, his mouth wide open, and he roared suddenly.

"Roar!"

Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest.

The roar was so loud that the ears of the spectators were buzzing, and there was the weak one, and the eyes were directly glazed and the body was shaking.

And Zhao Cang, who was facing his front, stopped abruptly drawing his knife and retreating, and his eyes were confused.

"Kill!"

Guo Fan broke out again with a strong killing machine, and the head of the tiger head sword exploded and slashed five afterimages, wildly rolling the opponent.

White Tiger Kill!

Death was imminent, and Zhao Cang also woke up from the sound wave shock.

His eyes were red, and he knew that he would not escape death, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and his strength surged with the lancet.

"Peng!"

"Rak ......"

In the ring, a broken figure flew out diagonally, and blood shot out, spilling everywhere.

Zhao Cang's body was in mid-air, he was already dead and couldn't die anymore!

Guo Fan, on the other hand, staggered back, with a lancet hanging obliquely on his body, and a huge knife edge started from his shoulder and slanted into his waist ribs.

Blood stained his clothes, and white bones loomed in the cracks, and at a glance, it was hideous and terrifying.

"Guo Fan!"

The figure flickered, and one person hurriedly swept into the ring, and his fingers clicked to stop the blood flowing out of Guo Fan's body.

"Senior brother, gold sore medicine!"

"Hmm. ”

Yang Fengfu, the master of the Tiger Gate, also jumped into the ring and handed over the golden sore medicine.

"Take people down first. ”

"Yes. ”

The person who came jumped out of the ring with Guo Fan, and the people from the Tiger Gate immediately surrounded him.

"Senior brother!"

"Big brother!"