"Aso's disciple Haraan, please fight to the death with Your Excellency. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen raised his head slowly, his voice was quiet, low, and peaceful, but he revealed an unwavering sharpness.

"Hum-" The golden thin sword spontaneously sensed, and a strange roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger roared sounded, breaking through the sky for thousands of miles. The sword qi suppressed in Ying Yao's body shook violently, like boiling magma, surging violently, almost spurting out.

Zhi Hunt Zhen held the long sword in his hand and strolled forward, and the sons of the family were taken by his momentum, and involuntarily made way of a way, like a wave separated by an invisible sword qi.

Yingyao's golden pupils lit up with a touch of surprise, and his eyes chased after Zhi Hunt Zhen, not letting go of any subtle movements of the young man. Like a hungry goshawk that has been looking for a long time, it has finally waited for the prey of its dreams.

Zhi Kari Zhen walked straight towards Aso, and several eagle guards showed murderous eyes and waved their swords to stop them.

"Stand down!" Ying Yao waved his hand, the brilliance in his eyes became more and more hot, just looking at the young man's walking posture, the man and the sword were in one breath, regardless of each other, with the circulation of sword qi, the perfect unity of the human sword was skillfully formed.

This is a genius sword cultivator who can fight with him! This is the kendo grinding stone that he has been waiting for for many years!

"Get out of the way for me! Everyone, get out of the way!" Ying Yao's voice trembled slightly, his whole body and mind were so excited that it seemed to be burning, and the hot blood hit every subtle end of his senses, setting off a huge wave of ecstasy.

The Eagle Clan's Sword Immortal and Eagle Guard led the order to retreat, Luan An frowned, and also led people to leave the food table, Yimo and other hundred officials retreated, completely letting out the stamens of the flower banquet, leaving a large open space.

Ji Kang and everyone stood up one after another, looking forward to it, waiting anxiously for this peak swordsmanship duel between the human race and the Yu clan.

Zhi Kari Shin walked up to Aso, knelt down on his knees, and stretched out his hand to help the other party: "The teacher taught me a swordsmanship, and I didn't know the teacher's name until today." ”

Aso opened his viscous and swollen eyelids, his cracked lips trembling, and large streams of blood poured out.

A wisp of sword qi penetrated into the other party's body, and he couldn't help but look dark. Aso's internal organs are full of holes, and his heart veins have been pierced by sword qi, and it is a miracle that he can delay his life until now.

"I'm ......" Aso grabbed Shin Shikari's arm with all his might, his fingers shaking vigorously as he tried to prop himself up.

Shikarima gave Aso a deep look, picked him up, helped him stand up a little straighter, and leaned down on the trunk of a thick cypress tree.

The corners of Aso's mouth twitched, as if smiling, and blood splattered from his mouth and nose and spilled on the ground, like bright red spots.

Flowers and trees everywhere are verdant, green grass is like grass, and the sun is dappled and shining, as if you are in the garden of the former Hou Mansion to pass the sword.

The smoky warm breeze brushed the sideburns of the two.

"Please teach me one last time. Zhi Hunt Zhen took a step back, his long sword against his forehead, and bowed with a sword.

Then he turned around and walked towards Ying Yao, stopping less than half a foot away from the other party.

Ying Yao's eyes were even more exciting, and the young man's pause was very exquisite. His sword was no more than three feet, and his golden thin sword was five feet long, and the two sides were less than five feet apart, and once he made a move, the golden sword would appear too long to show its full power, and he would lose his first move.

With a wrong step, Ying Yao slid backwards, widening the distance between the two sides to a foot.

Zhikari is a little on pointe, and he also slides forward at the same time, shortening the distance again.

The two sides advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, they went in and out of a circle around the surrounding flowers and trees. Zhi Jia really couldn't deceive the other party within five feet, and Ying Yao couldn't get rid of the other party.

Ying Yao suddenly hooked his left foot, crossing the trajectory of an arc, swinging left and right, making it difficult to discern the direction of his footing. Zhi Hunt Zhen also swirled and swayed, as if he was about to sweep towards the place where Ying Yao might land.

Both of them are like delicate grass stalks in the wind, swaying lightly and delicately, their eyes locked on each other, and they can't see the slightest wave of emotion.

Suddenly, Ying Yao's left foot retreated, seemingly falling to the right rear, and in a moment, his body moved sideways to the left, and then he took a wrong step one after another, throwing Zhi Zhenzhen far away. With a flick of the soles of Zhijiao's feet, it was like dragging an invisible spider silk and swinging up, turning in a circle from behind, once again shortening the distance between the two sides.

For a while, the two confronted each other, wandering all over the ground, their postures were changeable, like a pair of bee butterflies chasing among the stamens, and everyone was dazzled. Although it is only a slight difference in distance, the two sides do not give in to each other, and every inch of land must be fought for, so as to take advantage of one point first.

Imoqi said: "Master, why don't they come up with a sword?"

"Your Highness. Gao Tianyue explained, "The competition between masters is not only about the amount of strength and the level of realm, but also about will, habits, preferences, mentality, temperament, and environment can all become factors that determine victory or defeat." The two of them are still testing each other, and they have peeked out more about each other. ”

Yimo was quite puzzled: "What is the relationship between temperament and victory or defeat?"

"The opponent slashes with a sword, the tough one will swing the sword to attack, the one with a steady temperament will probably defend first, and the gloomy one will wonder if the opponent is shaking a move, so he will also respond with a false move...... By understanding your opponent's temperament, you can anticipate his response. Gao Tianyue's eyes flickered, Yuan An's chess piece is still very useful, once he dies in the hands of Ying Yao, Wang Ziqiao's layout will be wasted. Judging by his eyesight, Ying Yao's sword qi has been tempered thousands of times, and he is perfect, and Yuan An is afraid that he is not an opponent.

On the field, the two of them swept around, and it seemed that they were about to stagger each other, and suddenly, both sides unexpectedly jumped up at the same time, and pounced on each other at an astonishing high speed, and two dazzling sword lights collided in mid-air!

"Dangdangdang...... everyone only saw clusters of golden and snow-colored light flickering and disappearing, constantly exploding, and the speed was as fast as lightning and stone fire, so that countless ghosting of swords flashed in the air, completely obscuring the figures of the two.

Only a master of the way like Gao Tingyue can distinguish every movement of the two sides through the sword. Both of them are fast to fast, attacking to attack, and their moves are all based on the induction of sword energy. As long as one side makes a slight misjudgment, it will immediately be stabbed by the other party.

After a piercing metal impact, the sword rays scattered in the sky, and Zhi Hunt Zhen and Ying Yao all bounced back with their strength, and both fell to the ground. Zhi Hunt's true figure shook slightly, and Ying Yao's footing was unstable and he retreated.

Xie Xuan and Wang Yifu couldn't help but show joy in their eyes, Ying Yao had killed several people in a row before, like a storm and clouds, unstoppable, and now it was the first time that he had fallen into the downwind. Ji Kang and Shantao were still worried, and the reason why Ying Yao was slightly inferior was because he still suppressed his sword qi in the realm of refining and refining qi. In other words, Yuan An didn't make him feel threatened enough.

Zhi Hunter really wanted to take advantage of the situation to pursue, and when he caught a glimpse of the opponent withdrawing the first step, he swung his sword intentionally or unintentionally. Taking a second step, the golden rapier rose slightly. Taking the last step, the sword body fell. This stroke is picked up and fallen, seemingly moving at will, but the sword is deeply hidden, like ambushing thousands of troops and horses in the dangerous river. Once he rashly pursued, the three sword momentum would immediately form a striking sword qi, and with Ying Yao, he would be besieged.

Zhi Hunt Zhen paused slightly, the long sword in his hand shook smartly, and the tip of the sword faintly locked on Ying Yao, as if swallowing and spitting, as if chasing and stopping. This move also responded with a sword momentum, which not only restrained Ying Yao, making him fall into a passive defensive position, but also dissolved the three sword postures that were lurking invisibly.