When Zhuo Yuming arrived at Fanxia Valley early in the morning, the surrounding mountains were already crowded.

In the empty canyon, there is only an old figure sitting quietly, the momentum is as thick as a mountain, and the abyss is high.

Half a month ago, news came out from the mountains that Xu Chu, the first sword cultivator in Fuyao Prefecture, and Cheng Shuangshu, the Jiupin martial artist, made an appointment to fight in Xia Valley, and they never died.

One of these two people is the Sword Cultivator of the Earth Immortal Realm who carries the sword path of Fuyao Prefecture, and the other is the Returning True Realm martial artist of the Martial Arts Dao of the Land of One Prefecture. Both of them are the top monks in this ethereal spirit realm, and they both take the path of the sofa, and this battle of life and death naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Fuyao Prefecture.

Originally, Zhuo Yuming didn't plan to come to join in the excitement, but when he overheard the news a few days ago, he found that Fanxia Valley was very close to the place where he was, and according to the established itinerary to the north, it was not a detour, so he simply came to see the earth-shattering duel between the two mountaintop monks.

As for the reason for the battle between Xu Chu and Cheng Shuang, there are different opinions on the mountain.

Some people say that Xu Chu's proud protégé died tragically under Cheng Shuangshu's hands, some people say that the two of them like Mrs. Yanzhi of Liulihe at the same time, and some people say that the two formed a life-and-death feud a few years ago.

But what the truth is, I'm afraid that apart from the two parties themselves, there are only a few people who can know a thing or two.

Zhuo Yuming didn't bother to explore this kind of mountain secrets, anyway, he just came to see the magnificent atmosphere of the two fighting. After looking around, he found that among the crowd of people who were pressed by the black pressure, there were not a few under the realm of Yuanying, and he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

This kind of battlefield of cultivation is also something that these people can watch?

I'm afraid that the sword qi and fist wind that overflow from my hands can smash a large number of low-level monks to death, and I must at least have the ability not to be affected by the pond fish to watch the excitement.

Just when everyone was talking about it, two rainbow lights shot out from the far sky.

A ray of light was slightly faster, slashing directly over the heads of the crowd and landing in the canyon. Dressed in bright yellow clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his face was slightly old, but his eyes were shining, and there was no turbidity at all. The black-haired and beardless old man had no restraint in his sword energy, scattering and sputtering, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge.

Another sword light swept away, but it did not land, but only hovered in the middle of the canyon.

The middle-aged man hovering in mid-air was dressed in a gray robe, with a kind face, and he looked like a good person.

The middle-aged man with a good face hugged his fists towards the peaks around the canyon, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, today is the day of the battle between the family teacher and Cheng seniors, and I advise you to stay away from this place as soon as possible." After all, the sword has no eyes, and it will hurt you when you miss it, and it will not be beautiful after all. Please also listen to the next sentence of advice, and do not be implicated for no reason. ”

After the middle-aged man's words, many monks realized that they would immediately fly away from the wind, trying to stay as far away as possible from the center of the battle.

Of course, there are naturally not a few people who are indifferent. Some of them are a little confident in their own Taoism and confident that they will be safe, but most of them are lucky, thinking that they are a little more careful, so as not to become the innocent pond fish that was affected by the fire at the city gate.

The middle-aged people who had already persuaded each other to fulfill their obligations saw that they rarely left, and they also smiled slightly and said no more.

He turned and landed at the very edge of the canyon clearing, raised his hand and pulled out the long sword behind his back, and stuck it at his feet.

One after another, sword qi rose up, forming a sword qi enchantment, blocking him behind him.

Xu Chu and Cheng Shuangshu confronted each other for a long time, and their lips kept moving, as if they were talking about something. It's just that the sword qi and fist intent around the two of them are criss-crossed, and a monk's divine sense on the mountain peak can't be heard at all, so no one knows the content of the conversation between the two.

Cheng Shuangshu's face suddenly showed anger, and the tall old man took the lead and pushed with a punch.

The strong wind pressure pressed towards Xu Zhu not far away, and a bright yellow robe hunted sounded.

This person who carried the sword path of Fuyao Prefecture was not in a hurry, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and stretching out his hand to wave it. The long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, drawing a half-arc, and the moon-white sword light was clear and dazzling, cutting through the fist wind.

The fight between Jian Xiu and Wu Fu has always been simple.

It is nothing more than a punch and a sword, and it is just to overcome the gang. Without the bells and whistles of the magic weapons between the qi practitioners, it is completely a fist and sword collision of one move and one style, and there is no calculation and temptation of the qi practitioners, and the strength and weakness are also clear at a glance.

Although he had never seen Sui Jin's full attack, Zhuo Yuming still saw that Cheng Shuangshu's fist intent was obviously slightly inferior to Sui Jin, who was also a martial artist in the True Realm. And Cheng Shuangshu's fist road is a fierce road with big opening and closing, and the fist is mellow and heavy, which is a little more fierce and less aggressive than Sui Jin.

smashed dozens of sword lights in a row, and the time when the two of them fought half a pillar of incense was basically equal, and each of them was unscathed.

Cheng Shuangshu is obviously not a good-tempered master, since he took the initiative to attack, one punch is more fierce than one punch. It seems that there is a breath of true anger in his chest, and his hair is open between punches, a face of King Kong's angry eyes.

On the other hand, Xu Chu is in a state of parry most of the time, occasionally grabbing the opponent's fists and feet and swinging his sword to counterattack. It's just that the sharp sword light was smashed by a pair of iron fists without exception.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and Cheng Shuangshu seized the slightest opportunity, and after taking a sword light, he kicked with both feet.

The whole person shot out like an arrow from the string, and approached Xu Chu violently. The distance between the two of them was only five or six zhang before the Jiupin Martial Fu jumped with all his strength, disappeared in an instant, and the burly old man slammed his fist into the opponent's chest.

Xu Chu didn't have any panic on his face, and the long sword in his hand was handed out directly, and the sharp tip of the sword was pointed at the big fist of the sand bowl.

The two ends of the long sword were so strong that it bent in an astonishing arc, as if it would be broken at any moment.

Xu Zhu took advantage of the strength to float back, the long sword in his hand trembled, obviously this divine weapon was already on the verge of breaking before. If it weren't for Xu Chu's rear withdrawal and unloading force, I am afraid that it would have become two at this time. However, Cheng Shuangshu's fist, which already had a red dot clearly visible, followed closely, and it was actually a long fist, and it had not yet been exhausted.

I saw a piece of silver light rising up, like a big sun, piercing people's eyes. Hundreds of silver sword lights came one after another, landing on Cheng Shuangshu's body one after another, forcibly blocking his forward rushing figure.

Xu Chu, who was more than ten feet away again, fell to the ground and put the already damaged saber in his hand back into the sheath, and a silver-white flying sword was floating in front of him.

It is the natal flying sword of this earth immortal sword cultivator, chasing the deer.

Cheng Shuangshu did not choose to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but stood proudly with his hands in his hands, quietly watching the deer that made him quite jealous.

Xu Chu also swept away the previous breeze, and his sword intent suddenly rose, and his eyes looked at Cheng Shuangshu with awe-inspiring eyes.

Among the people who were fighting outside the field, those who had enough realm vision also showed solemn expressions.

The two are really going to fight each other.