Last time, I said: The white-haired demon boy didn't want to talk to Du Shaoyang about what a real swordsman was, so he jumped directly onto the roof of the Qingxu Palace, and used a powerful sword qi to split the three-character plaque of the Qingxu Palace in half, and everyone present was surprised. Bao Yuan and Shouyi didn't want to take care of any morality anymore, so they had to go up together to deal with the white-haired demon boy. But the Taixu Daoist persuaded the two, and the anger in Du Shaoyang's heart at this time was also at the extreme, and he flew directly to make the final decisive battle with the white-haired demon boy. After the two men crossed swords, they both suffered injuries in their right arms. However, the white-haired demon boy is two-handed, and even if he switches his sword to his left hand, he can still use it like his right hand.

Du Shaoyang was beaten back step by step by the white-haired demon boy, and the tiles on the roof of the Qingxu Palace were trampled on by the two of them. Bao Yuan couldn't help but say: "Master, Senior Brother Shaoyang, he is almost dying, his right arm is injured, he can't drag it out like this anymore, our Qingxu faction is already very moral, it was this white-haired demon boy who did such a heart-wrenching thing first, you just let me go up with Senior Brother Shouyi." Taixu Dao Chang shook his head, and Zhengse said: "The teacher knows what you mean, but now is not the time, Shaoyang has not lost yet." Shouyi said anxiously: "Master, Senior Brother Shaoyang is a rare talent of our Qingxu Sect, if you continue like this, if you are seriously injured or if something happens, you will regret it!" Seeing that the situation had changed, Jiang Feng also walked over and suggested, "Dao Chief, if you think that beating one of them will damage the reputation of the Qingxu faction, let me go up and help Brother Shaoyang." Baoyuan and Shouyi both nodded, feeling that Jiang Feng's suggestion was the best choice. Taixu Dao Chang watched the battle intently, in his mind, it seemed that there was a sentence that he had not said, he just waved his hand, signaling Jiang Feng not to interfere. After Jiang Feng sighed, he said resolutely: "Dao Chief, I can't care so much now. After speaking, he took a tiptoe and flew directly to the eaves with the cold iron silver spear.

The white-haired demon boy heard the sound of the wind behind him, and directly separated Du Shaoyang's dust-sealing sword, and directly sent out a powerful sword qi. If Jiang Feng dodge, there will definitely be a hole on the roof of the Qingxu Palace, he is a master of art and bold, he directly stabbed forward with a spear, and carried Moyang's internal strength in his body, just like that, the powerful sword qi touched the head of Jiang Feng's cold iron silver spear and suddenly disappeared into invisibility. Taixu Dao Chang couldn't help but praise: "It's only been a few months, and Brother Jiang's martial arts have improved a lot, which is really gratifying." "Baoyuan Sword Taixu Dao Chang's originally heavy expression slowed down, he also knew that Jiang Feng was the top of the last World Martial Arts Conference, and his martial arts must not be weak, with him and Shaoyang's junior brother working together to deal with the white-haired demon boy, he would definitely be able to win. Wang Yixin suddenly shouted: "Jiang Feng, hurry up, defeat that guy, look at him a little annoying!" Xiao Duyu and Huang Yue were very worried when they saw Jiang Feng going up, Huang Yue said: "Brother Jiang Feng, don't get hurt." Xiao Duyu smiled and comforted: "It's okay, believe him, even if he is injured, I am not here, it's okay." Gui Xuerou pushed Tan Yuan and asked, "I really didn't expect that your senior brother would be so powerful that he would let Jiang Feng and Du Shaoyang go together." Tan Yuan was stunned for a moment before he said, "That guy really can't be easily defeated. ”

The white-haired demon boy stood in the middle, Jiang Feng and Du Shaoyang were separated, the white-haired demon boy sealed the white pheasant sword in front, looked back slightly, and said coldly: "Do you want to go together? However, I have no interest in the master of the gun." After Jiang Feng did the exercise, he said: "Yes, then I'm interested in you, is it okay?" The white-haired demon boy snorted coldly: "It turns out that the Qingxu faction is all people who don't care about credibility, are you going to use the wheel to fight?" Jiang Feng Zhengse said: "First, you are not a disciple of the Qingxu faction, you know this; second, your move to crack the three-character plaque of the Qingxu Palace just now has lost the demeanor of a swordsmanship master, and it is even more shameful for the martial arts clan, so I want to make a move." The white-haired demon boy's eyes moved from side to side, always paying attention to the movements of the two.

At this time, Du Shaoyang suddenly changed the sword to his left hand, his injured right arm was raised in pain, and he rubbed his temple, and the wound on his right arm flowed blood, leaving traces on the black coat. Du Shaoyang frowned, and said helplessly: "This matter is really getting more and more troublesome, Brother Jiang, it still makes you worried, I'm really sorry." Jiang Feng replied: "It's okay, Brother Shaoyang, this person is really powerful, even if it is me, I am not sure that I can beat him." Du Shaoyang stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "I didn't mean that, I meant to make you worry that I would be killed by him." Haha, this person, since he is my opponent, don't let others interfere to help me, let's let me be one-on-one with him. Jiang Feng refused: "Brother Shaoyang, your right arm has been injured, such a sword comparison is not fair at all." Du Shaoyang sighed and said: "Then what can be done, this injury was also caused by him, not in advance, so it has nothing to do with him, this is still a fair sword competition, Brother Jiang, you go down first, I still have a second move." Jiang Feng saw the confidence in Du Shaoyang's eyes, which seemed to be hinting at something, and he asked again: "Brother Shaoyang, can you really do it?" Du Shaoyang just made a "please" gesture, Jiang Feng nodded and understood, and said, "Okay, I know." After speaking, he flew down with light skills, Wang Yixin looked anxious, and said: "How can you just come down like this, Du Shaoyang is a person who wants to save face, you can't listen to him, this white-haired demon boy is not easy to mess with, if you don't frustrate his prestige today, it will definitely be a big disaster for martial arts in the future." Jiang Feng just said, "I believe in Brother Shaoyang!" Wang Yixin sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Bao Yuan and Shouyi also walked in front of the Taixu Dao Chief, and the Taixu Dao Chang finally spoke up and said loudly: "Qing Xuan, when is it, don't let everyone know." When Du Shaoyang heard what his uncle said, he smiled slightly, looked at the white-haired demon boy, and said calmly: "Hey, do you think you alone can use a sword with your left hand?" The white-haired demon boy stood still and sneered: "What's so difficult about using a sword with your left hand? The most difficult thing is to be as flexible as your right hand." Du Shaoyang held the sword forward with his left hand, and with a sliding step with his right foot, Tai Chi footwork came out, this time he walked in the gossip direction, the white-haired demon boy saw it in his eyes, and just prepared to defend this side, Du Shaoyang flashed to the other side, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, Du Shaoyang had already gone around to the back of the white-haired demon boy, and the white-haired demon boy had already been prepared, and a move to "lure the snake out of the hole" was used, Du Shaoyang easily blocked it without much effort, and then he used the power of this move to immediately press the "mixed yuan and one qi sword" in the turbidity one qi sword technique , The white-haired demon boy was shocked by him and took a few steps back, almost not standing firm. The white-haired demon boy said in surprise: "How is it possible, such a close sword technique can also emit such a strong sword aura. Du Shaoyang suddenly closed his eyes, he breathed softly, and then said: "The real Tao is the unity of heaven and man, any external object in the world can be himself, and he can also be any foreign object. It has no rules and routines, and it is deeply integrated with the power of nature, if it is not on this Qingxu Mountain, I am not sure that I will be able to defeat you, but now that it is indeed here, you have no chance of winning. The white-haired demon boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he said, "It turns out that you can also use a sword with your left hand." Du Shaoyang countered: "Wrong, it's not that I know how to use a sword with my left hand, but I am a left-handed person who uses a sword." As soon as these words came out, they shocked everyone present, and Bao Yuan frowned and asked: "Master, Senior Brother Shaoyang, he said..."Taixu Daoist nodded slightly, admitted: "This is true, Shaoyang He is indeed a left-handed man who uses a sword, but Senior Brother and I don't let him use his left hand." Shouyi asked rhetorically: "Why is this, Master?" Taixu Dao Chang said lightly: "If you are used to your strengths, then they are not your strengths, just like everyone else, but if you can study everyone's shortcomings, then you can become a generation of swordsmanship masters." Bao Yuan and Shouyi suddenly realized.

Du Shaoyang said with a smile: "White-haired demon boy, do you think you can be proud of being able to use a sword in your left hand as well as your right hand? Tell you, I have also received such training since I was a child, and my right hand is not as flexible as my left hand. However, it's been a long time since I've used a sword with my left hand, and you're still the first person I've used my left hand in years. The white-haired demon boy also held the sword in his left hand and said sharply, "I want to see how powerful you are......!"

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