"Hei Zhifan, fortunately you brought him back in time, otherwise he would not have been able to get out of Huashan alive. ”

"How, sir, can there be a way to heal wounds?"

"Don't worry, Wu Shaoxia's internal void is far better than internal injury, so it is difficult to sustain the leakage of essence, I only need to perform acupuncture to help his meridians run, and then carefully regulate with tonics, and it will be fine in a few days. ”

In the other garden, the words of the Xian Wangfu Lang made Liu Xunyi's hanging heart fall to the ground safely.

He looked at Wu Shuang, who was lying on the couch, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh in his mouth, and muttered: "Brother Wu, you only said that Second Master Xie used too much force before he broke his finger, why don't you yourself? If you don't exhaust the last trace of true qi in your body, why are you so dying?"

"Black Fan!" Lang Zhong, who was standing behind Liu Xunyi, cautiously reminded, "I'm going to give Wu Shaoxia a needle." ”

"Good!"

Liu Xunyi suddenly woke up, took a deep look at the unconscious Wu Shuang, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wu, you can recuperate well here, and after you recover, it's not too late to settle accounts with me." Offended!"

After that, Liu Xunyi instructed Lang Zhong again: "Wu Shaoxia is the honored guest of the mansion master, please take care of Mr. ”

"Obey the orders of the black fan!"

"There is labor!"

After settling down, Liu Xunyi hurriedly left the other garden and ran towards the top of Huashan Mountain.

A toss, a full two hours. By this time, the sun was setting in the west.

When Liu Xunyi returned to the top of Huashan, the two opposing families on the sword platform had been fighting for several rounds in a row, and they had damaged each other.

Luo Tianjin watched the competition intently, Liu Xunyi didn't dare to disturb, slowly stepped aside softly, and asked Xu Heng, who was full of excitement, "What is the situation?"

"So far, Jin Jianwu has lost two people, one is a young disciple, and the other is Leng Yiyi, the 'Ice Heart Sword'. The current battle is Wen Lian, one of the four masters of Jinjianwu. ”

"What?" Liu Xunyi was secretly surprised, "Leng Yiyi was defeated?"

"Hei Zhifan didn't know anything, Leng Yiyi defeated the two masters of Peach Blossom Sword Island in a row, and it was already a big victory. Xu Heng explained, "Now that Peach Blossom Sword Island has lost four people, standing on the stage at this time is Yuwen Xiu's last helper, the 'Moonlight Ink Washing Sword' in the Sun and Moon Twin Swords. As long as he defeats him, Yuwen Xiu will be completely alone. ”

"What do you mean...... Ding Qinghong and 'Daylight White Jade Sword' Ji Hou were both defeated by Leng Yiyi?"

As if seeing Liu Xunyi's confusion, Yan Bugui answered: "Although the sun and moon swords are powerful, they can only exert their maximum power when the two swords are combined, and the strength of the two is sharply reduced when they are separated. If it is two against two, even if Wen Lian and Leng Yiyi join forces, they may not be the opponents of the sun and moon swords. But if they fight separately, Wen Lian and Leng Yiyi are better than Ji Hou and Fu Yin. As for Ding Qinghong, although he is pretentious, he is a junior in front of Leng Yiyi after all. In terms of sword intent, his 'Peach Blossom Sword' is still far from the 'Ice Heart Sword'. ”

Jiang Yiwei said: "Although Ding Qinghong is also on the Dragon Elephant List, not everyone on the Dragon Elephant List is Wu Shuang. Juniors are always juniors, and those who can compete with seniors are always rare. ”

I don't know why? Liu Xunyi always had a feeling that Jiang Yiwei's words were quite insinuating, which seemed to be talking about Ding Qinghong, but in fact he was "beating" himself.

"In terms of the young disciple's ability, Peach Blossom Sword Island is far inferior to Jin Jianwu. Murong Bai, who was sitting on the side resting, took the opportunity to interject, "The young disciples of Jin Jianwu have a solid foundation and are experienced, and they are still comfortable with one enemy and two enemies. If it weren't for Ding Qinghong's play, he would only rely on the ordinary disciples of Peach Blossom Sword Island, and he was afraid that no one would be able to resist his sharp spirit. This is the key to widening the gap between the two families! Peach Blossom Sword Island is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and it seems that it has reached an embarrassing situation of not being able to catch up with the yellow. Except for Ding Qinghong, no one in the younger generation can handle it. ”

"If it weren't for that, Yuwen Xiu wouldn't be with the imperial court. Yan Bugui sneered, "Back then, the Peach Blossom Immortals relied on the prosperity of Peach Blossom Sword Island, and did whatever they wanted in the Central Plains Martial Arts, and after a bloody storm, Peach Blossom Sword Island suffered countless casualties and suffered great injuries. Yuwen Xiu wants to regain his strength, let alone cultivate for thirty or fifty years. But looking at his current age, he has no chance to wait for that day. ”

"The victory and defeat have been decided! Wen Lian will go to the next city for Jin Fuyu!"

Suddenly, Luo Tianjin's sigh instantly interrupted Liu Xunyi's thoughts.

Everyone raised their eyes to look at the sword platform, but when they saw Wen Lian, who was scarred and covered in blood, stared at a pair of bloodthirsty and hideous eyes, stood proudly with their heads held high.

At his feet, there was a man in tattered clothes, broken bones and tendons, unkempt hair, and covered in blood.

At this moment, the dying Fuyin was lying on the ground, his curled body twitching slightly irregularly with his rapid breathing, his facial features were hideous, his eyes were turned up, and there were bursts of "snoring" sounds in his throat, like a roar of indignation, and like a painful moan.

The "Moonlight Ink Washing Sword" that he was proud of was inserted alone, swaying in the wind, and it was extremely desolate.

Fuyin had the heart to fight again, but he struggled with all his might, and he could only move his fingers, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

On the top of Huashan Mountain, there are people watching the battle with different expressions. Among them, the expressions of Yuwen Xiu and Jin Fuyu are the most exciting.

Yu Wenxiu's expression was solemn, and his face was like ashes.

Jin Fuyu is calm and elegant.

The strong contrast gives people an inexplicable spiritual impact.

At this point, Yuwen Xiu had already guessed his end, and eighty percent of the throne of the martial arts alliance leader had no chance with him.

However, what Yu Wenxiu is really worried about at this time is not this martial arts conference, but how to end the mess after the martial arts conference?

If he can't take the leader of the martial arts alliance, he will be useless to the imperial court. With Xifu's style of acting, he will definitely take back all the rewards, and even take away the official title of "Wulin Hou", and finally kick him away.

At that time, Peach Blossom Sword Island, which has lost the protection of the imperial court, will inevitably be surrounded and suppressed by the martial arts heroes.

In order to participate in the martial arts conference, Yuwen Xiu once oppressed people strongly, and almost offended all the characters in the rivers and lakes. Once they become lost dogs, how can they give up?

Perhaps, he didn't even have a chance to return to Peach Blossom Sword Island, and he died in the Central Plains.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenxiu's expression became more and more ugly, and even in the midst of loss, there was a faint hint of despair.

"This one, Wen Lian wins!"

Xu Qingnian's voice sounded quietly, knocking hard in the depths of Yu Wenxiu's mind like a death knell, making his heart sink and his eyes become more and more entangled.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone in the audience invariably turned to Yu Wenxiu, and the meaning of it was self-evident.

Under the watchful eye, Yuwen Xiu slowly got up and walked towards the sword platform step by step, and met Fuyin, who was carried down, but there was no stop under his feet, not even blinking his eyelids.

At this time, in Yu Wenxiu's eyes, there was only Wen Lian, who had almost exhausted his strength on the sword platform. In his ears, he could only hear his own strong and powerful heartbeat, and his gentle, heavy, rapid breathing.

As for the surrounding mountains and tsunamis, shouts and roars, he turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

In this battle, there is no longer a false greeting between them, nor is there a self-reported home to make a scene.

With Yu Wenxiu approaching step by step, Wen Lian had to forcibly mobilize the little internal force left, and his palms slowly overlapped in front of him.

In an instant, countless palm shadows appeared, looming in the void, and bursts of whirring wind whistles erupted at the same time.

On the other hand, Yu Wenxiu came slowly like a leisurely stroll. What was extremely surprising was that with his slow and leisurely steps, a strange sword flew out of his body.

The Qingfeng with a handle suspended around Yuwen Xiu was not an illusion caused by the change of internal force, but a real sharp blade.

It's just that, compared to ordinary swords, Yuwen Xiu's sword is narrower, thinner, lighter, and sharper.

The length of an arm, the thickness of a finger, soft and watery, rigid and golden. On weekdays, he is hidden in the sleeves and belts of Yuwen Xiu, and only when he fights with others, will he come out and turn into a bloodthirsty weapon that kills people without blinking.

"One, two, three...... XVI, XVII, XVIII. ”

Xie Xuan snuggled up in his chair, his eyes full of shock and silently counted the sword suspended in mid-air, and exclaimed: "When I fought him back then, his Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Sword only had nine handles, but now there are eighteen ones, which is really unbelievable. ”

"After Yuwen Xiu succeeded as the island master, he must have cultivated the secret technique of the Peach Blossom Immortal, otherwise his martial arts would never have improved like a leap in a day. Luo Tianjin said in a deep voice, "Back then, the nine Thousand Feather Peach Blossom Swords had changed the color of countless masters. Isn't the eighteen handles even more powerful now?"

"Is this the rumored 'Thousand Feathers Peach Blossom Sword'?"

On the sidelines, Tang Afu looked at Yu Wenxiu with complicated eyes, and said with emotion: "I don't know how much better than the 'Peach Blossom Sword Technique' practiced by Ding Qinghong?"

"The Thousand Feathers Peach Blossom Sword is also a Peach Blossom Sword Technique. Xiao Zhirou said lightly, "It's just the supreme realm of the Peach Blossom Sword Technique." Compared with Yuwen Xiu's Thousand Feathers Peach Blossom Sword, Ding Qinghong's Peach Blossom Sword Technique can only be regarded as a small success, and it is only a small success in the sword style. ”

"Valley Master, what is Xiaocheng in the sword style?"

"Swordsmanship, emphasizing sword style, sword qi, and sword intent. Among them, the sword style is the foundation of swordsmanship, the sword qi is the fusion of internal force and swordsmanship, and the sword intent is the swordsman's comprehension of swordsmanship. It is not a certain move, nor a certain exercise, but a kind of artistic conception that can only be understood but not spoken. Xiao Zhirou explained, "Each sword technique has different sword styles, sword qi, and sword intent. The 'Peach Blossom Sword Technique' of Peach Blossom Sword Island and the 'Ruthless Sword Technique' taught to you by the teacher are two completely different cultivation methods, and the comprehension of sword intent is also very different. ”

"Dare to ask the valley master, who is better in our 'Ruthless Sword Technique' or their 'Peach Blossom Sword Technique'?"

"There is no such thing as the most powerful swordsmanship, only a more powerful swordsman. Xiao Zhirou taught, "Whether it is the 'ruthless swordsmanship' or the 'peach blossom swordsmanship', you can crisscross the rivers and lakes and look at the world when you practice to the fullest." Similarly, if you fish for three days and dry your nets for two days, you don't know much about swordsmanship, and you swallow dates, and the two swordsmanship will only be weaker, not the weakest. ”

"The disciple is taught. Tang Afu nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Ah Fu, you have to remember that those who practice martial arts must not be impetuous, let alone ambitious. Xiao Zhi judo, "You might as well take a look at Xie Xuan of the Xianwang Mansion, he only practiced one kind of martial arts in his life, 'Dharma Finger', and he is also unique in the world and proud of the others. Among the many unique schools in Shaolin, the 'Dharma Finger' is only one of them. There are also many Shaolin disciples who have practiced the Dharma finger, but only Xie Xuan is the only one who can really persevere and persist for decades, and the others are eager for quick success. ”

"What the valley lord said is that throughout the martial arts, the real masters often only rely on a peerless school to become the leader of the rivers and lakes, and the miscellaneous scholars are all ordinary and mediocre. ”

"A real master, flowers and leaves can hurt people. As for mediocrity, even if you give him all the martial arts cheats in the world, he won't be able to achieve anything. ”

In the face of Xiao Zhirou's earnest teachings, Tang Afu couldn't help but ponder, as if he had understood.

"Yuwen Xiu, dare to take my palm!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the sword platform. Immediately afterwards, Wen Lian's palms came out together, and thousands of palm shadows turned into two dragons, intertwined with each other and rushed straight towards Yuwen Xiu.

Wherever the palm shadow passed, the air instantly condensed into clouds and mist, hiding the palm shadow dragon in it, and it was haunting and elusive.

"Nine Shadows Cloud Palm!"

With the exclamations around him, feeling the strong palm wind blowing in his face, Yuwen Xiu's face did not change, and his composure remained the same.

It's just that the eighteen sharp swords that lingered around his body trembled in the air and suddenly came out.

Eighteen swords, in the blink of an eye, turned into eighteen palpitating cold lights, criss-crossed, twisted and turned, towards the roaring Nine Shadows Cloud Palm.

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(End of chapter)