Three days later, in front of Hejian Mansion, Tianjian Villa, it was cloudy and windless.

The gray sky is like a blurred eye, revealing to people always confused. The gloomy air was so overwhelming that one could barely breathe, and there was silence.

A handsome man in a brocade robe stood quietly with an indifferent expression, with a pair of drum urns and golden hammers in front of him. This person is the world's number one warrior, Brother Wanyan. Behind him, dozens of Jin Kingdom warriors looked arrogant and unkind.

Not far away, a man in white looked indifferent. The jade-like face, the facial features are perfectly presented, handsome and solemn. As far as the eye goes, it is soft, humble and noble. A humble gentleman, gentle as jade, nothing more than that. He held a long sword in his hand, and although it was unsheathed, it exuded a piercing chill. This person is Liu Ruobai, the young owner of Tianjian Mountain Villa.

Behind him, an imposing old man in a green shirt stood quietly with a calm expression. This person is none other than Liu Changsheng, the owner of Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa.

Dozens of Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa disciples were holding long swords, indifferent. It's a kind of self-confidence, a kind of pride that comes from the bones.

Liu Ruobai looked at Brother Wanyan Gu and said softly: "How about changing places and having a good time?"

Brother Wanyan Gu smiled lightly: "So good!"

Liu Ruobai nodded slightly and said softly, "Please come with me." As soon as the words fell, a white figure flew out, as fast as the wind.

Brother Wanyan Gu did not hesitate, picked up the pair of drum urns and golden hammers and walked quickly, following closely behind. This pair of drum urns and golden hammers weigh 800 catties, but Brother Wanyan Gu seems to be effortless, his steps are light, and he is as fast as the wind.

Liu Ruobai's dark luck was on his legs, and his speed suddenly accelerated.

Brother Wanyan smiled indifferently, secretly lucky, and the distance between him and Liu Ruobai remained the same.

Seeing this situation, Liu Ruobai's spirits were greatly lifted, and his heart was ignited. He no longer had any worries, ran with all his might, and before he knew it, his body turned into a phantom.

The fire of pride was burning, and the innate divine power stirred up turbulent waves in the body. At this moment, Brother Wanyan Gu did not have any restraints, and ran with all his strength with the most primitive wild power of instinct, his figure became blurred, and the distance between him and Liu Ruobai remained unchanged.

In just half an hour, Liu Ruobai and Wanyan Guge had already traveled hundreds of miles, and the endless blue waters could be seen in the distance.

On the shore of the Bohai Sea, the beach is flat, the sea water is open, and at a glance, there is no one in a radius of dozens of miles.

The two figures sat cross-legged, each adjusting their breath, slightly embarrassed.

Liu Ruobai said softly: "An hour, how?"

Brother Wanyan Gu smiled lightly: "Half an hour is enough." ”

Liu Ruobai said: "Yes." ”

Half an hour later, the two stood up and stood opposite each other.

Liu Ruobai's expression became indifferent, and a dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath. The sword pointed high into the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Brother Wanyan's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh: "What a murder weapon in the world!"

This dark red long sword is called "Heavenly Fury", weighing 8864 pounds, it is a heavy sword, it likes to drink human blood, especially the blood of kings and strong people, drinking too much blood has become a murder weapon in the world, and it is overbearing.

Liu Ruobai said indifferently: "But it is also an ominous thing." ”

Brother Wanyan smiled indifferently, grasped the pair of drum urns and golden hammers, and hurried forward, with a compelling momentum.

Liu Ruobai stabbed out with a sword, as fast as the wind.

The bodies are staggered, and the two fight together.

Brother Wanyan Guge waved the drum urn golden hammer, flew up and down, the momentum sank violently, and a hammer shadow shrouded towards Liu Ruobai, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and the sound was terrifying.

Liu Ruobai was calm, wielding the Heavenly Fury Sword, the momentum was like thunder, domineering and abnormal, and a sword shadow faced the hammer shadow and left, with just against the rigid. The heavy sword has no edge, pointing to the sky collapsing, cutting the ground and splitting, domineering and fierce.

The two figures were constantly changing, and the shadow of the sword and the shadow of the hammer crisscrossed each other.

The swords and hammers struck each other, deafening, sparks flying everywhere, brilliant and dazzling.

Liu Ruobai's wrists are slightly numb, and Brother Wanyan is no better, such a frontal style of play can really be described as earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods.

Brother Wanyan became more and more courageous, like a god descending into the world, majestic and majestic. Unconsciously, a kind of kingly domineering emanated from him. He continued to improve his internal strength, condensing his true qi on the hammer body, and in an instant, there seemed to be lightning surrounding the hammer body.

A touch of blood appeared in Liu Ruobai's eyes, and the dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored aura. The blood-colored qi soared into the sky, spreading in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world turned pale red. In an instant, the Heavenly Fury Sword shone brightly.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were cold and his expression was awe-inspiring.

The Heavenly Fury Sword suddenly slashed down, as if it could split the mountains and the ground. The drum urn and the golden hammer resolutely meet it, as steady as Mount Tai.

The Heavenly Fury Sword and the Golden Hammer of the Drum Urn collided violently, and the sparks burst into flames, which were incomparably brilliant. The sound of "dang" resounded in the sky.

The two figures swept backwards quickly, each retreating a few feet before stabilizing their figures.

Brother Wanyan Gu was shocked in his heart, and the qi and blood in his body were churning, this was the first time that someone had used a weapon to beat the drum urn and the golden hammer, and he did not fall behind at all.

Liu Ruobai's expression was indifferent, the blood in his eyes became thicker, and the churning qi and blood in his body fueled the domineering qi. Unconsciously, a kind of benevolent power was born in his heart, constantly calming the domineering spirit.

Brother Wanyan Gu's forcible fusion of the Heavenly Hammer Technique requires tempering his mind, and only by fighting against a truly strong man can he cultivate the heart of a king.

If Liu Ruobai wants to control the Heavenly Fury Sword, he also needs to temper his mind, and only by dueling with a real strong can he balance his domineering qi.

The two of them face off against each other, each taking what he needs, and there is no harm in all kinds of benefits.

The blood in Liu Ruobai's eyes gradually faded. He said softly: "This pair of drum urn golden hammers is not strong enough, you need ancient divine weapons." ”

Brother Wanyan Gu realized something, and looked at the hammer body, and the cracks were clearly visible. He secretly smiled bitterly, this pair of drum urns and golden hammers were not ancient gods after all. He clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you Brother Liu for your mercy!"

Liu Ruobai smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Brother Wanyan is polite! I just don't want to lose a real opponent." ”

Brother Wanyan nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Can I fight again?"

Liu Ruobai smiled lightly: "Of course." When?"

"After March. ”

"Where?"

"here. ”

"Farewell!"

"Goodbye!"

With that, the two looked at each other and smiled, and each left.