Dugu stood at the head of the city, his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on the tower.

In the surrounding void of heaven and earth, the dense and continuous sword intent was like sea water, flowing and flowing towards Emperor Wu City.

"The lord of the city has come out. "The originally silent Emperor Wu City, I don't know who shouted.

Everyone turned their heads to look at it, only to see the top of the tower, I don't know when a tall man in white appeared, because the distance was too far, the people below couldn't see it very clearly, only saw the white robe, dancing with the wind in the sky, like a fairy saint.

Everyone's hearts were swaying, but they didn't dare to make a loud noise, for fear of disturbing the legendary figure who was like a god and a demon and dominated the rivers and lakes.

Dugu Qiuqiu looked at each other quietly and remained silent.

Wang Xianzhi, who was majestic, looked at the young man in the city not far away, and was very happy in his heart, there are talents in the rivers and lakes, which is a good thing. But he was still a little surprised by the purity and richness of the sword intent on this young man's body.

The other party is on the path of the sword, and although he is young, he has already gone very far.

Dugu is silent, the other party is like the momentum of standing up to the sky, domineering, obviously different from the traditional Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but from the martial arts, brave and refined to this point, it is really rare.

"Ding" sword roared again.

Dugu Qiu said in defeat: "City Lord Wang, I came here today to confirm the sword path of a certain person, and I also invite Your Excellency to go out of the city to fight." The voice was like the sound of a sword, and it resounded loudly in the sky above Emperor Wu City.

Wang Xianzhi spit out the words, "Okay." ”

When Dugu heard this, he swayed up, turned into a sword light, flickered in the air of Emperor Wu City, and floated out of the city.

Wang Xianzhi looked at it, raised his eyebrows, opened his hands widely, and grinned in his white robe, as if Dapeng spread his wings, crossed an afterimage, and ran out of the city.

"Go ......"

"Get out of town ......"

"Shocking news......"

Suddenly, the gathered martial arts figures began to run outside the city of Emperor Wu, and when they looked down from mid-air, they could find that the crowd was like a torrent, flowing towards the city gate. Some people in the rivers and lakes really can't squeeze it, so they make light work, fly the eaves and walk the wall, which is quite spectacular.

Dugu's figure flickered, and after leaving the city, he did not stop, continued to move forward, and walked ten miles before stopping, stopping on a small hill, turning around and looking back.

And when he turned around, he found that Wang Xianzhi was already standing on the low hill opposite him.

Dugu's face was solemn, although he was a man in two lives, but the strength of the person opposite was still the only one he had seen in his life. If it was in his previous life, even if he was at his peak, he would fight for life and death, and there was a high probability that he would die.

It is really the true qi and blood in this person's body, which is too majestic, and the martial arts divine will is too domineering.

Of course, this is also because the world of the previous life has its natural limitations, and it is already difficult for the true qi of the inner family to achieve the innate nature, let alone like this world, which is almost mysterious.

Now, in the same world, no one knows where the upper limit of Dugu's defeat is.

After all, Dugu seeks defeat in the Condor World, but he claims to have understood everything in the sword.

Wang Xianzhi didn't rush to make a move, but said loudly: "Little brother, you just used the Wu family's sword flying technique?"

Dugu nodded quietly.

Wang Xianzhi nodded, he had a wide range of knowledge, and naturally recognized the swordsmanship of the Wu family's sword mound, and this young man's flying technique had the shadow of the Wu family's sword mound. That's why I asked.

At this moment, the scattered people in the rivers and lakes in the distance came to a close place, stopped and watched, and some people with deep internal strength also heard the conversation between the two, and secretly wondered which Wu family this was.

Wang Xianzhi saw that he didn't have a sword in his hand, so he asked, "Little brother, where is your sword?"

Dugu Qiuqiu looked at him quietly, and said softly: "The sword has been abandoned." ”

When Wang Xianzhi heard this, his face condensed slightly, and he looked at the young man carefully.

There are more and more people in the rivers and lakes in the distance, and when they hear the conversation between the two, they can't help but talk about it.

"This kid is so arrogant that he doesn't even use a sword......"

"What kind of immortal figure did Li Chungang back then, a famous sword leader, fighting against others, and he also had a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, didn't this young man think that he didn't need to use a sword to fight with Wang Xianzhi?"

"Jian Jiuhuang, that old swordsman, there are several swords in the box. ”

Dugu ignored the words of these people, stared at Wang Xianzhi seriously, and said softly: "I have a life, only the sword is in the four realms, the sword is unintentional, the software is impermanent, the heavy sword has no edge, and the wooden sword has no edge. “

"There is a realm of me, I look at things, so everything is my color, and in the realm of no self, I look at things with things, so I don't know what is me and what is things. ”

“......”

Dugu asked for defeat and said carefully, the more Wang Xianzhi listened, the more solemn his expression became, his eyes burst out, and his face was moved.

This young man actually wants to "sit and talk" with himself!

Although Wang Xianzhi originally had the intention of promoting his juniors, his mood at this time changed again and again, and when he looked at the young man in front of him, he no longer regarded him as a junior, but treated him as an equal.

Wang Xianzhi listened to it for a long time, and then spit out the words, "Wang Xianzhi has been more than 50 years old, a martial artist, boiling the body, intending to prove the Tao with strength, stepping on the sea every day, chopping waves and cutting waves......"

The two began to talk, as if they were two good friends, exchanging martial arts experiences.

Some people can't help but walk forward, get closer, sometimes pondering, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, as if they have a big harvest.

The sword demon is lonely and seeks defeat all his life, except for the pride in his heart, the sword in his hand can be abandoned, and these kendo perceptions naturally disdain to hide and tuck.

As for Wang Xianzhi, a giant in the rivers and lakes, a great martial arts master sitting in the rivers and lakes, his mind is comparable to that of the East China Sea, so he naturally cares about these people in the rivers and lakes.

After a while, those Jianghu people found that the more they talked, the more they were in the clouds, and they were completely unrelated to martial arts.

At some point, neither of them spoke again.

Between the two low mountains next to each other, there is a murmuring water and a gentle breeze.

The water waves rise, and the herring fish goes down slowly.

The closest to the two was a deep-eyed old man, who was frowning and pondering the words he had just heard, when he suddenly felt a cold hand, and couldn't help but look down, only to see a thin wound on his left hand, and blood oozed out at some point.

He was slightly stunned, and there was a rustling sound in his ears, and he turned his head to look.

"Sneer......"

On the ground, the sand, stones, grass and trees seemed to be pierced back and forth by a small and dense sword, and countless tiny holes appeared.

The old man's eyes froze, his back was cold, and he immediately kicked his feet suddenly, flew back, and shouted in his mouth at the same time: "Withdraw!"

At the top of the mountain, Dugu and Wang Xianzhi were silent, both silent, but the qi and the machine reflected each other, becoming more and more turbulent and scattered. The spiritual power of the two is either wrapped in sword intent, or martial arts divine intent.

Begin to collide, clash.

Heaven and earth have a sense and the qi changes, and the wind and clouds change.

Everyone sensed something was wrong and retreated some distance back.

The general martial artists compete, the lower ones fight to the death, the middle ones have speed skills, only the upper ones, the spiritual qi machine clashes, and the magic of the gods is used to make the best of the martial arts.