"Back then, when I saw you, you were still a child, but now that you're so old, your martial arts are so strong that you even crush me!" Song Zhi sighed.

The Sui Dynasty was very large, but there were very few families, and the families knew each other well, either by marriage, or by various entanglements of interests. The Li family is in Hedong, while the Song family is in Lingnan, one in the north and the other in the south.

It's just that with the chaos in the world, the conflict between the various gate clans became fierce.

The Song family is in Lingnan, too far south, destined to be unable to win the Central Plains, and has no qualifications to compete for the world, so it can only support some heroes and compete for the world. If it succeeds, the Song family can reap countless benefits from it, and if it fails, it will only participate indirectly, and the loss is not too big.

And at this moment, the Song family is supporting Li Mi.

This clashed with Li Yuan's line in Taiyuan.

In the competition for the world, there is no trace of affection to talk about.

"Uncle Song, let's do it, I want to see how powerful the earth sword is!" Li Jiancheng said calmly.

"That virtuous nephew should be careful!" Song Zhi said, pulling out the long sword at his waist, and as the long sword was pulled out, a sharp sword intent leaked out, like a river, endlessly, oppressive.

The trace of contempt in Li Jiancheng's heart gradually disappeared, the "Earth Sword" may not be as good as the "Heavenly Sword", but it is also a few strong people in the world, compared to Ning Daoqi, Bi Xuan, Fu Cailin, Song Que, Shi Zhixuan, etc., it may be much inferior, but it is also overwhelming, belonging to the eight masters of the Demon Gate, and the four holy monks of the Buddhist Gate.

And he is a practicing swordsmanship, which has always been known for its powerful attack power in martial arts.

"Okay, then I'll draw my sword too!" Li Jiancheng's eyes flashed with a trace of excitement, his hand shook, and a suction force gushed out, and immediately in the scabbard of a soldier in the distance, the long sword automatically flew out and landed in the palm of his hand, "I only have five swords in my life, if Uncle Song catches it, then I will admit defeat!"

"Sharp Sword Intent!"

The avenue is simple, the swordsmanship is refined to the extreme, and only a few moves can kill the enemy.

Li Jiancheng's body moved, and immediately transformed into ten figures, like more than a dozen long swords, attacking at the same time, or assassinating, or chopping, or horizontal cutting, or oblique stabbing, suddenly made people have an illusion, it seems that between heaven and earth, there are sword shadows everywhere, everywhere is assassination, there is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid.

"Heaven annihilation!" Song Zhi shook the long sword in his hand, and stabbed towards the sword shadow in the center, and in an instant, all the figures disappeared, and the long swords that attacked around him also disappeared, between heaven and earth, only that bright long sword stabbed and killed, and it seemed that heaven and earth had become fragmented.

Whew!

Song Zhi swung the long sword continuously, slashing and slashing, the sword in his hand collided with the long sword that came from the assassination, and a vigorous surge came, turning into a sword qi like silk threads, impacting his meridians and acupoints, forcibly operating the true qi, and dissolving the impact force.

"Knock knock!"

Song Zhi took three steps back before he stopped, only to feel that his qi and blood were surging, his arm was a little numb, and he had already suffered a trace of internal injury.

But Li Jiancheng stood still, as if he was just a test move.

"Heaven and earth are impermanent, impermanence sword intent!" Li Jiancheng stepped forward again, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, this sword had no superfluous tricks, no magic tricks, but this sword stabbed out, as if it would change its track at any time and attack Song Zhi's flaws.

This sword stabbed out, Song Zhi only felt his sweat trembling, and his heart flashed a trace of despair, this sword deduced the changes in swordsmanship to the extreme, it was no longer a swordsmanship in the world, it had an unpredictable power.

No one can guess the mind of the ghosts, and no one can guess where this sword is stabbed!

"Edgeworthiness!"

Song Zhi's arm moved, and he originally changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and at the moment he was not performing swordsmanship, as if he was performing swordsmanship.

The eldest brother Song Que is known as the Heavenly Sword, and the eldest brother often instructs him in swordsmanship, which makes Song Zhi's swordsmanship have the color of swordsmanship. At this moment, in Song Zhi's swordsmanship, there is less skill change, but there is more of a sense of heaviness.

"That's good!" Li Jiancheng praised, and the swordsmanship in his hand also changed again: "No blade sword intent!"

Originally, the unpredictable swordsmanship gradually returned to its roots, missing the slightest bit of sharpness, less of the impermanence, some were just heavy, some were just Taishan-like rolling, and some were just oppressive momentum.

Song Zhi only felt that the momentum of the young man in front of him had changed, as if he had changed into Mount Tai, thick as a mountain, changed into the sky, incomparably majestic, changed into the sea, vast and boundless, changed into the Holy Emperor, and overpowered the common people. Swordsmanship is no longer a simple swordsmanship, a murderous weapon, but a "potential".

In the face of this "momentum", I only feel small, I only feel insignificant.

This move attacks the human body, oppresses the soul, and surrenders the soldiers without a fight.

Song Zhi was sweating profusely, and couldn't help but take three steps back.

"Weak sword sword intent!"

"No sword intent!"

When the last two swords were cast, Li Jiancheng stood aside, calm and relaxed.

On the side, Song Zhi's face was slightly pale, and he sighed: "The hero is a boy, I lost!"

"Wow!"

Everyone present was immediately stunned, from the fight to the end, but in a breathless time, the two just drew their swords and collided together, just fighting, it seemed that the ** did not even come, and even just started, it ended quickly. Many people present didn't see why, so it was over, and Song Zhi gave up his hands and admitted defeat.

If it weren't for knowing Song Zhi's details, knowing that Song Zhi would not deliberately admit defeat, everyone present almost thought it was a fraud.

"How did it end like this?"

"Start too soon, finish too soon!"

"It's not exciting at all, it's not intense at all!"

Everyone present had a lot of discussions, but they just felt that it was not enjoyable, and the competition duel had to be fought for at least 300 rounds, with swords and swords, and a bloody battle. There, like this, it starts quickly and ends quickly.

In the midst of discussion, Song Zhi arched his hand and got up to leave.

Li Mi's face suddenly turned blue, this time he lost a lot. He is a master, and he has seen a hint of mystery, obviously it is not that Song Zhi is cheating and deliberately admitting defeat, but that Li Jiancheng is too powerful, and even Song Zhi is much inferior.

..................

As soon as Song Zhi walked out of the big tent, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle, you're injured!" Master Song, who followed out, was surprised. My uncle's strength is far inferior to my father's, but he is also the hegemon, but in this battle, he lost like this.

After Song Zhi spit out a mouthful of blood, his face improved a lot, and he took a deep breath and said, "He is very strong, beyond my expectations." Only if your father makes a move, can he fight hard......"

"That's really that powerful!"

"Hmm!"

As he spoke, Song Zhi's clothes were torn apart and scattered on the ground as pieces of cloth.

At that moment of confrontation, the coat on Song Zhi's body was cut by the sword qi and shattered into pieces one after another, and he relied on the support of the strong true qi to prevent the clothes from falling apart. And at this moment, the true qi was dispersed, and the broken coat was scattered on the ground like fallen leaves.

And the scattered fragments fell to the ground, forming a huge font "sword"!

Song Shidao's face was as pale as earth immediately, he didn't expect it to be this kind of ending, if that person was ruthless, his uncle might be here.

Song Zhi praised it: "This person's swordsmanship is really good!"

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