Small streets and alleys, on the side of bamboo houses, the snow is beginning to shine, and the masters are competing with each other.

Xiang Wentian stood proudly with his hands folded, and his eyes kept scanning Xu Yang, this young opponent who was not talkative.

Xu Yang had just released the shackles for him, and Xiang Wentian naturally had a different opinion of him.

This son's character is good, but at this time, he is full of energy, and his momentum is not weaker than himself.

But when it comes to martial arts, how high can such a young swordsman be?

Fang Cai Xiang Wentian could also see that when he cut off the cold iron chains for him, the other party unconsciously used a sword move.

But it is not a subtle move, but an extremely ordinary Huashan School entry swordsmanship.

It's not that this kind of swordsmanship can't be used.

On the contrary, most of the disciples of the Huashan Sect who walked the rivers and lakes were usually best at this seemingly ordinary, but in fact extremely simple and effective swordsmanship.

It's just that it also depends on who the opponent is.

Facing the light right envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect, a rare top master in the rivers and lakes, this kind of swordsmanship that is barely passable on weekdays can't get by.

There are some tongue twisters, but the reason is actually very simple.

If the opponent is an extremely skilled swordsman, then he will unconsciously use more subtle swordsmanship on weekdays.

It's not just an ordinary introductory swordsmanship.

Coupled with the age of the opponent, even if he has learned martial arts since he was a child, I am afraid that he will not practice martial arts for more than fifteen years.

This is still the premise of excluding all detours.

Xiang Wentian started practicing martial arts at the age of eight, and fifteen years after practicing martial arts, he was only twenty-three years old, what was he doing at that time?

He suddenly couldn't remember, decades of bloody rain in the rivers and lakes are nothing more than you killing me, I will cut you.

Day after day, year after year of killing, sometimes even Xiang Wentian sometimes feels tired of it.

In short, when he was twenty-three years old, he must not be a top master.

Xiang Wentian, who was naturally conceited, naturally didn't think that Xu Yang's qualifications could surpass him.

Because he can't understand what it means to live an open life.

"Young man, if you don't untie my shackles, or if you still have a chance to win, and now you have ruined your hope with your own hands, will you regret it a little?" Xiang Wentian looked at Xu Yang with some playfulness, hoping to get some answers that would make him happy.

But no.

Xu Yang stood tall and tall, and said with an arrogance that was not inferior to Xiang Wentian at all: "If the seniors can't go all out, even if the juniors win, what's the point?"

With that, he pulled out the long sword he carried without hurry.

This sword was the one that Yue Buqun had given him before.

The blade of the sword is slightly narrow, and in the afternoon sun, the spine of the sword is slightly exposed by the reflection of azure blue.

The name of the sword is "Qing Jue", although it cannot be regarded as an extremely sharp weapon, but it can definitely be said to be a very good sword, far stronger than the green steel sword that Xu Yang used to make.

Xiang Wentian's anger was aroused again, and he laughed and said: "What an arrogant boy!

Without further ado, he had just escaped from his imprisonment, and he didn't have a blade by his side, so he simply bent down and picked up two severed cold iron chains as weapons.

The chain that was originally more than Zhang was cut into three pieces by Xu Yang, each of which was about three or four feet, and waved it to Wentian, feeling quite easy to use.

"Come on!" shouted to Wentian.

Xu Yang's eyes froze, his eyes aimed at Wen Tianzhou's body up and down, and then slowly lifted the sword, the tip of the sword was slightly inclined upward, but he didn't make a move.

The sword intent of "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Yue Nu Swordsmanship" both pay attention to the preemptive strike and static braking.

Xu Yang felt that he might not be able to defeat an opponent of Xiang Wentian's level in terms of internal strength and moves, and if he wanted to gain the upper hand, he could only rely on these two outstanding swordsmanship.

If he is the main attacker, then the advantage of this sword technique will not be easy to play.

So, he's waiting.

Wait for Wentian to reveal his flaws.

Whether it is a real flaw, or Xiang Wentian deliberately did it, a flaw represents an opportunity.

However, Xu Yang did not move, and Xiang Wentian did not move.

In his capacity, do it to a junior first?

Joke.

Isn't it being laughed at when you say it?

For a while, the atmosphere froze, and the two were deadlocked.

The six immortals of Peach Valley on the side, one by one, were all thrown to the sky by Xiang Wentian, and they had never been so embarrassed since their debut, so although they were still dizzy, when they saw Xiang Wentian's current appearance, they turned on the ridicule mode on the side.

"What do you say, 'Heavenly King Laozi', it's really the same as the statue of Heavenly King in the temple, you will only open your eyes wide and pretend!"

"That's it, fourth, it's rare for you to say a word, what kind of bright right envoy is this, why don't you move? Is it because you're afraid of losing and eating?"

"Bright right, you have to eat some to live up to your name......"

"Lin Gongzi, flatten him, don't lose the face of our Huashan faction!"

......

The rough man said foul words, and the filthy words erupted from the mouths of the six of them, disturbing one after another, and so on, that Xiang Wentian was annoyed in his chest.

"Shut up!" An angry reprimand, wrapped in a strong internal force, rushed straight to the eardrums of the six immortals.

This is a sonic exercise similar to the roar of a lion in Buddhism, coupled with Xiang Wentian's current internal strength, the six immortals of Peach Valley covered their ears with a sound, and blood actually burst out of their mouths and noses, obviously suffering a secret loss.

However, Xiang Wentian was slightly distracted, and Xu Yang had already made a move.

Whether this is an opportunity or not, he should have made a move.

He suddenly felt that he was being a little too careful.

No matter how strong Xiang Wentian is, he may not be stronger than Zuo Lengzen.

And Zuo Lengchan had been defeated by Xu Yang's sword last night, compared to it, a bright right envoy was just asking the sky, why should he be so cautious?

It's not a life-and-death competition, it's just an ordinary fight to seize the right to speak.

Even if you lose, so what?

Qing Jue's sword lit up with a cold glow and stabbed straight into Wentian's throat.

A smile has appeared at the corner of Xiang Wentian's mouth, and as expected, this move is just an ordinary sword move in Huashan swordsmanship, "Cangsong welcomes guests".

Over the past decades, he has fought with the masters of the Huashan faction more than once or twice, and he can be said to have a thorough understanding of Huashan swordsmanship.

With a shake of his right hand, the cold iron chain rolled towards the Qingjue sword, winding around it like a poisonous snake, and at the same time, the chain of the left hand turned into a straight one, carrying the sound of the wind, pointing at Xu Yang's chest acupoint.

Xu Yang's face was as usual, he knew that Xiang Wentian was not easy to mess with, otherwise how could he have the nickname of "Heavenly King Laozi" in the rivers and lakes.

The name given by my father and mother may be wrong, the one called Tiezhu may just be a sissy, and the one called Yinghao may be a soft bone.

But the nickname will never be wrong, even if it is Yue Buqun's nickname "Gentleman's Sword", isn't there a little bit of ridicule from the people of the rivers and lakes?

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu", this person must be arrogant, and his martial arts must be superb.

What is the point of winning an opponent with low martial arts?

Two snake-like chains attacked Xu Yang in two ways, but this was not terrible.

Xu Yang was even a little disappointed, if Xiang Wentian only used an iron chain, or it would be more troublesome for him to deal with it.

If you use two minds, the speed, variety, and aggression of each lane will be three points weaker.

Masters compete, it's too late to go all out, and one point weaker is a flaw.

At this time, the more aggressive Xiang Wentian is, the better the chance.

Obviously, he still despised Xu Yang.

Xu Yang is there, and the sword is also there.

I am afraid that no one in this world can have the capital to despise him.

Even if this person is called Xiang Wentian.

Between the lightning and flint, Xiang Wentian only felt that his eyes were flickering, and the chain in his right hand was already entangled in the air.

No, that's the only thought on his mind at this point.

The move of the left-hand attack is just a false move, and it is just a hope that the opponent will be distracted to deal with it, and Xiang Wentian has seven points of attention on the right hand move Spirit Snake Wrapping Wrist.

Unexpectedly, a move failed, and the move was already old, and at this time, his chest couldn't help but be exposed.

And Xu Yang's sword, like a poisonous dragon, appeared from an unknown place and fell into this huge empty door, like a fish in water.

One move, just one move, the Right Envoy of Light has already been defeated.

The tip of the sword was casually pointed on his chest, although it was not stabbed, let alone between life and death, but Xiang Wentian knew very well that he was defeated.

Defeated by the sword of this young man.

He was even more defeated by his own light enemy.

No one could have predicted this outcome.

Even before the fight, even Xu Yang never thought about it.

Xu Yang put away his sword and said with a faint smile: "Senior, I have conceded." ”

Xiang Wentian looked at the handsome young man in front of him, as if he saw himself back then.

He suddenly laughed, laughed.

"Young man, it's really amazing, Xiang Mou is convinced this time!"

Xiang Wentian's hands shook, and the two cold iron chains fell to the ground.

Xu Yang looked at him with a little more respect.

Xiang Wentian is crazy, but he is also a good man.

If you change to someone else, you may think that the loss is not worth it, or even refuse to admit defeat and ask to try again.

Xiang Wentian knew very well that with the opponent's weightless sword just now, even if he was serious and cautious, he was afraid that it would be difficult to resist the enemy.

It's nothing more than a little more delay, and you will still lose in the end.

Rather than losing so ugly, it is better to admit defeat directly.

After all, it is not a shame to lose to a master whose martial arts and swordsmanship are above him.

At this time, Xu Yang's age was no longer important, and Xiang Wentian had already regarded him as a rare master.

Fortunately, this person is now a friend and foe, fortunately!

At the same time, he was also very depressed, the Huashan faction has been unknown for all these years, when did such a powerful character come out?

This is definitely not good news for the Cult.

Thinking of the Divine Cult, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The undefeated East has changed, and it is neither the ambitious Bright Left Envoy of the past, nor the Eastern Sect Master who regards the heroes of the world as nothing after the iron-blooded seizure of power.

If it weren't for that, how could he have survived until now if he was captured by Xiang Wentian this time?

He didn't know whether to thank Dongfang for being undefeated or to be ruthless.

He only knew that since this young man in white was walking with him, he was bound to have an undefeated battle with Dongfang.

He knew that with his martial arts, if he wanted to be an undefeated enemy of the East, it was absolutely physiological.

What about the teenager?

It's hard to say in time.

Suddenly I was looking forward to it, and Xiang Wentian didn't know, what kind of psychology did he have?