The golden knife in the hand of the golden master is constantly waving, or chopping, or chopping, or cutting, and all kinds of moves move at will. This kind of wide-open attack will bring a whoosh sound every time.

Compared with the golden broadsword, the dagger in Xiahou Xun's hand was a little smaller, but it was extremely flexible. The cold glow of the sharp blade shining from time to time in the sunlight can't help but make people's hairs stand on end.

The two went back and forth, one move at a time, and after dozens of moves, Jin Zhangmen gradually fell into disadvantage. Carelessly, Master Jin took a few steps back, only to see another blood mark on the back of his hand.

Blood flowed from two wounds that were five or six centimeters long, and when they were gathered together, they spread to the big knife, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

After repelling Master Jin, Xiahou Xun didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, but his face was even more murderous. The two daggers in his hands were like poisonous snakes, stabbing straight into the chest of Master Jin.

Unexpectedly, the injured Jin Zhangmen panicked and didn't know how to dodge for a while. Everyone in the audience saw that Xiahou Xun was so ruthless, and they all sneered at him. In particular, several young female disciples of the Jade Yin Sect were so shocked that they hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands so that they would not scream.

Jin Zhangmen looked at the dagger like a poisonous snake with a frightened expression, and when he thought that he was going to die, a long sword suddenly crossed in front of him, and he blocked the dagger with a slash of the head.

Xiahou Xun felt that the strength coming from the long sword was no weaker than his own. Startled, he tapped the ground on his toes and hurriedly retreated a few meters.

After he stabilized his figure, when he saw the person who made the move, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he arched his hand and said, "It turned out to be Brother Yang." ”

At this time, Yang Zhengze did not reply immediately, but slightly tilted his head to look at the Jin Zhangmen behind him, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. Thank you Brother Yang for your help!" Master Jin coughed in a sullen voice.

"Leave it to me here. ”

"Be careful. That guy is fast. ”

Master Jin was grateful for Yang Zhengze's move, so he reminded him when he left. At the same time, he glared at Xiahou Xun on the other side, his eyes full of hatred.

"Brother Xiahou, it's just a competition, why bother to kill them all. Besides, this is Cloud Sword Villa. You're going too far!" Yang Zhengze scolded him.

"Hey, hey. The so-called sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that there will be deaths and injuries. It's only because he doesn't have the ability, and he has to be strong!"

For Xiahou Xun's inhumane words, everyone in the audience was embarrassed.

Indeed, it is inevitable that the sword will be killed and injured without eyes, but it is absolutely possible to stop at the point with Xiahou Xun's martial arts, not to mention that the head of Jin has obviously been defeated just now, so everyone will react like this.

"This Xiahou Xun is too hateful!" Shi Yifei said angrily.

"He's really fast. Can your friend beat him?" Leng Yue asked as she looked at the two on the stage.

"I don't know yet. The skills of the two of them should be equal, it depends on who can find each other's flaws first. Bai Yu has been paying attention to Yang Zhengze and has a very good impression of him.

The big disciple of Cloud Sword Villa against the young master of Xiahou Mansion against him, although it is not a rare encounter in a hundred years, it should also be quite exciting.

"If Brother Yang can't look past it, he can come and learn from each other. Xia Hou Xun made a provocative speech.

"Since that's the case, then I'll settle the account with you for bullying my junior sister a few days ago. Yang Zhengze's heart was full of anger.

The dragon has reverse scales, and if you touch them, you will die! Yun Rongrong is Yang Zhengze's reverse scales.

"I see. A hint of cunning flashed in Xiahou Xun's eyes.

Yang Zhengze's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he slowly raised the long sword in his hand to his chest. With a quick turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword drew an arc from bottom to top, and a half-moon-shaped sword qi cut through the air and flew towards Xiahou Xun like lightning.

At the same time, the two extremely sharp daggers had quickly slid down Xiahou Xun's sleeves again into his hands. He takes his left foot into a lunge and throws his right hand forward. The dagger in his hand flew out like an arrow from a string.

Ji.

The sword qi and the dagger met in mid-air, making a piercing sound. A moment later, the dagger shattered the half-moon-shaped sword qi and continued to fly towards Yang Zhengze's face. However, the speed of the dagger has slowed down a lot by this time.

Yang Zhengze did not panic in the slightest, it seemed that the sword qi would be shattered as he expected. His footsteps slammed towards the ground, stopping his forward form and stabbing his sword forward.

The sharp sword seemed to have a magnetic effect, and it sucked the dagger tightly. After Yang Zhengze's wrist turned slightly, the tip of the sword was a little. I saw that the dagger turned around and flew towards Xiahou Xun's face.

Xiahou Xun's steps as he ran forward moved slightly to the side, and he held the dagger in his hand as soon as his right hand stretched out. At this time, the two stomped the ground, and finally met head-on in mid-air.

The long sword flies like a dragon in the sky, and the silver glow surrounds the body, and the dagger is like a white snake spitting out letters, and the move is deadly.

In mid-air, the sword light and sword shadow flashed coldly. Sometimes there is a crisp sound, sometimes there are sparks splashing around. The two have fought for 100 rounds, but they still haven't won or lost.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded and passionate. Even Xiahou Teng couldn't help but secretly proclaimed: "This Yang Zhengze's martial arts are really good!"

There was even more admiration on the stage.

"Tut-tut. Master Yun Zhuang is really a famous teacher and a high apprentice!"

"Yang Shaoxia's swordsmanship is so good, it seems that he has obtained the true inheritance of the master of Yun Zhuang. ”

......

After being flattered by everyone, Yun Zhentian's face grew with a smile on his face, and he looked at Yang Zhengze and stroked his beard with satisfaction.

However, Lin Zhongjie behind Yun Zhentian was jealous, and he muttered in a low voice: "Hmph." Sooner or later, you'll be defeated at my hands. I will prove it to my junior sister that I am better than you. ”

Just when everyone was amazed by the wonderful duel between the two, the two of them had slowly landed on the ground. The swords collided, and a powerful force bounced the two of them a few meters apart. Beads of crystal clear sweat continued to emerge from their foreheads, running down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground and evaporating into nothingness.

The gloomy Xiahou Xun suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that Master Yun Zhuang didn't pass on the Liuyun Sword Technique to Brother Yang!" It's a pity, it seems that Miss Rong Rong will become someone else's woman sooner or later. ”

Looking at Yang Zhengze, who had just gone through a hundred rounds of fighting, his face still did not change, and he instantly became angry, and Xiahou Xun spoke again: "In this case, why should Brother Yang be too serious!"

Xiahou Teng's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made Yang Zhengze fall into a trance. Xiahou Xun, who had a premeditated plan in his heart, took the opportunity to bully him in front of him, and quickly waved the dagger.

Yang Zhengze, who was restless, was pressed down for a while. Finally, an inattentive Xiahou Xun seized the opportunity, and when the dagger slashed across his arm, the blood immediately stained his clothes red.

"Ah! Brother is injured. In the attic, Cai'er was shocked.

Rong Rong naturally didn't lose her temper like Cai'er, but her eyebrows were deep, her hands were clenched tightly in front of her chest, and her face was full of worry.

"Big Brother Bai, what should I do? Brother Yang is injured. Shi Yifei asked anxiously.

"It seems that your friend has been disturbed by Xiahou Xun's words, if he continues like this, he will definitely lose, aren't you going to help?" Leng Yue seemed to have a strong confidence in Bai Yu.

The so-called sword moves at will. If the mind is uncertain, the sword will be chaotic.

"yes, white ....... ”

Bai Yu raised his arm, interrupted Shi Yifei's words, and then slowly closed his eyes. He stood still, only his lips slightly open. Shi Yifei looked at it very curiously, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Yang Zhengze, who was in a trance, suddenly felt a deep voice in his ears:

The heart is as pure as water, and the water is the heart.

The breeze is silent, and the waves are not alarmed.

"Brother Yang, remember: hit the snake and hit seven inches!"

He looked in that direction by feeling, just met Bai Yu, who had opened his eyes, and nodded to him. Looking at Xiahou Xun who stepped forward again, his eyes became ancient.

Seeing the dagger in Xiahou Xun's hand coming towards him, Yang Zhengze's footsteps moved slightly, and he put the long sword in front of him to block the dagger, and then a rotating side kick landed firmly on Xiahou Xun's chest.

Boom.

Xiahou Xun's body was like a bird with broken wings, throwing a perfect arc in the air, and then slammed it on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.