Although Yuan Hao dodged Sima Wuer's sword, he was undoubtedly a disadvantage, and he was forced to use this way to avoid the sword. However, Yuan Hao didn't care, and said with a smile: "Brother Sima, let's come on. 」

When they met in Fuxian Town, Yuan Hao, who was not yet a martial artist, noticed that Sima Wuer looked poor and weak at first glance, and hid very deeply, and it was very likely that he was a martial artist who knew martial arts.

Since Yuan Hao became a martial artist, he has made rapid progress, and in just half a year, he stepped into the way of a martial artist from an ordinary person who did not know martial arts at all, and then ascended to three realms in a row, reaching the realm of the three veins of the executive. The reason for this is that there is naturally a "free heart trick" behind the scenes, as well as encountering enemies who cannot fight one after another, which can make Yuan Hao's promotion soar.

It's just that in the orthodox formal youth conference, it is very different from the vicious battles that Yuan Hao encountered in the past, in front of everyone, his indiscriminate tricks are useless, let alone with the help of any external force, to distract the other party's attention, the two sides are fair and fair to compete with strength, in this way, Yuan Hao will be weak, but he doesn't care, it's not a strange thing.

Sima Wuer smiled, "Okay, please, Brother Yuan. He raised his sword and stabbed forward slowly.

Yuan Hao thought secretly: "I only know that the Feiyun Sect's sword technique will change its moves abruptly, but I don't know when it will change its moves and where it will come from. Anyway, no matter how I attack, my martial arts are always far inferior to him, so let's give it a try. With a quick turn of his mind, he strode out, taking a step closer to Sima Wuer, and immediately the sword light surged, and he used the two sword moves of the "Four Swords of Ashan", Xiong and Xiu.

The onlookers saw that there were two changes hidden in Yuan Hao's sword momentum, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes with a sense of saga, sometimes with a sense of delicacy, one sword is down, the action is not stopped, and the other sword is followed up, which sword will be majestic and majestic, which sword is delicate and beautiful, no one knows at all. They know that this is the famous "Asan Four Swords" of the Emei faction, and now Yuan Hao, who is the sword caster, but he uses two kinds of sword momentum, which is a little dazzling, if the four sword postures move together, complicated and complicated, and only to kill the enemy, what a terrifying and terrifying situation?

Sima Wuer was surprised when he saw the four swords coming from Ashan, and he was also surprised. He still has little experience in fighting against the enemy, and when he saw such a complicated and chaotic swordsmanship, he inevitably felt timid in his heart, only to see him busy withdrawing his sword, turning from attack to defense, and retreating violently. Yuan Hao raised his breath and chased closer, and with a snort, the long sword stabbed Sima Wuer in the shoulder. Sima Wuer hurriedly raised his sword to make a move, and when he heard a bang, there was a twisted cracking sound of the long sword in his hand. Yuan Hao's offensive did not stop, and suddenly he slashed, and then stabbed diagonally, not giving Sima Wuer the slightest chance to reorganize his situation.

Yuan Hao thought to himself, "In the past three months, I have memorized all the four sword movements in the 'Asan Four Swords', but if I want to use the four sword movements at the same time, I need to use the huge Dao Qi as support, and according to my current realm, I can't achieve it. He sighed for a moment, feeling strange and thought, "This is a great opportunity, and we need to do it quickly. 」

Sima Wuer retreated again and again, he retreated from the golden statue of the Bodhisattva, all the way to the front of the Huazang Temple, and retreated more than a dozen steps. Not only was he surprised, but even the heroes were also eye-opening. These four swords of Asan are really extraordinary. Thinking that it was very likely to be defeated, Sima Wuer's face was embarrassed and remorseful, he knew that this was the case, he would never withdraw his sword and return to the defense, who wanted to get this defense, there would be no chance to play the sword again, and he was forced all the way to Rusi?

Just when Sima Wuer thought that there was no hope of counterattacking, he suddenly saw Yuan Hao's breath slightly chaotic in his eyes, and his sword move slowed down, and he was slightly stunned in his heart, and said, "Good and decent, Brother Yuan, what's wrong?" But then he thought again, this is a great opportunity, don't miss it, he retreated three steps at a time, and finally retreated to the stone steps outside the temple. When Yuan Hao approached, he saw that he had adjusted his posture, raised his sword and waited for the end, and stabbed out slowly with a sword, suddenly changed his moves, and hurriedly attacked Yuan Hao.

Yuan Hao wanted to return to the sword and seal himself, but as soon as his arm moved, he felt that he was abnormally sore, and it was soft, and even the "green mangs in the snow" almost flew out of his hand. He gritted his teeth and retreated, and this retreat, his right foot had just landed, and he staggered a step, his body was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground. He used his long sword as a staff to support his body, and his whole body staggered, panting, and his face was red, as if he was uncomfortable.

Sima Wuer and the disciples only looked at it inexplicably for a while, how could Yuan Hao be so good, but in an instant, he fell and gasped, which was really weird.

I saw Yuanru and Yuanrong, the two masters, as well as the heads of various sects and factions here, glanced at each other, and immediately understood, some had a wry smile on their faces, some were kind and smiling, and some laughed out, they had sharp eyes and a deep grasp of Dao Qi, how could they not see that Yuan Hao's internal breath was disordered, it was like running out of oil, and it was the phenomenon of exhaustion of Dao Qi.

It turned out that Yuan Hao had made up his mind from the very beginning, a fair and just competition, he could not defeat Sima Wuer head-on no matter what, so even if he couldn't win, he would use the four swords of Asan to open everyone's eyes, so that the heroes and the children of various factions knew that their Emei faction was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and this youth conference was even more inevitable, and others could not underestimate it.

Master Yuan Ru smiled bitterly on her face, and said in a low voice: "It's embarrassing Hao'er, at his age, being able to learn the four swords of Benmen Asan is already much beyond the expectations of the poor nun. Senior sister, we only care about teaching him, but we have forgotten everything, he is only the three veins of the master, and the amount of Dao energy is far from enough to use the four swords of Ashan, even if he can make it, it is impossible for the four swords to be used together, let alone for a long time. 」

Master Yuanrong nodded, and also murmured back: "But the master, Hao'er has already fought for our Emei faction to save face, look at those disciples, which one of them is not solemn on his face? They must have expected that even a young baby can use such exquisite swordsmanship, let alone an older disciple of this sect? This is a win or lose, it doesn't matter anymore. 」

Sure enough, not long after, Sima Wuer attacked with a sword, Yuan Hao barely avoided it sideways, the whole person lost his center of gravity, staggered a few steps, fell to the ground softly, and quickly admitted defeat.

Suddenly, the audience cheered and applauded. There were not only various factions in the rivers and lakes, but also many guests and people who came from afar to watch the battle. However, seeing that the disciples of various factions who were still a little nervous at the beginning, they seemed to be encouraged by the cheers, their blood was surging, and their expressions had eased most of them, and most of them were itchy and impatient, eager to compete with others.