"So which of the two is more optimistic about the Daoist friend?"

The seven-style sword intent is the foundation of cutting off eyebrows, and they can be willing to take it out, which shows their eagerness.

That trick to ride the wind and waves was created by Xiao Chengfeng, and it was not passed down by the Nine Heavens Sword Sect or the Demon Sect.

The sword intent is ethereal, but it can only be understood and cannot be spoken, how much can this eyebrow chop comprehend, or two words, Chen Fusheng is willing to take it out.

"Daoyou all say that this person's swordsmanship is to chop the swallow and chop the willow, the willow silk is the most weak and weak, the swallow bird is famous for its speed, he can practice, obviously the swordsmanship has reached the extreme of mortals, and the other is not so fierce from the murderous aura alone, Daoyou let me choose first, I naturally choose a more powerful one, what do you think?"

Seeing that Chen Fusheng acquiesced in this gambling fight, he was overjoyed, and his fingers moved from the small boat that broke through the fog to the young man who was in the sword number rock flow before.

"Me?"

Chen Fusheng released his divine sense to sense, and said with a pass: "Then I will bet on today's battle, the first to win and then lose, the first to lose and then to win, Taoist friends, wait for a while, see if my guess is accurate." ”

As soon as Chen Fusheng's words fell, he saw the man on the boat kick his feet, and he had already jumped into the water with the power of this forward step, and ran with the power of the tide.

Fusang swordsman duel, the knife is ruthless, neither to the opponent nor to leave room for himself, often between the number of life and death, and the Central Plains Jianghu characters when fighting first with internal force to protect themselves, and then use subtle tricks to constantly test the opponent's qi machine virtual reality, after seeing the flaw, and then in one fell swoop to sacrifice the winning hand The style is diametrically opposite.

"This time I lost by cutting my eyebrows, but Daoyou didn't seem to win either. ”

Judging from the cultivation knowledge of Chen Fusheng and the others, this kind of fighting method between the mundane is naturally condescending, as if looking at the pattern in the palm of his hand, just a glance or two, he secretly shook his head, and then turned his head to look at Chen Fusheng, with some happiness on his face.

"The Art of War: 'The man who wins the temple without a fight has to be counted as much, and the one who has not fought and the temple is not victorious has to be counted as a few. More wins, less wins, and nothing counts!'. ”

Chen Fusheng lowered his head and muttered, and said with a smile: "This number of rock flows, in terms of martial arts alone, is indeed a step higher, but the strength of the two is almost the same after all, the temple is considered to lose to others, and defeat is inevitable." ”

The Fusang race is inferior, and naturally loses to the Chinese atomic people in terms of physique, and their talent in both cultivation and martial arts is much worse, but these two people are rare and tall.

The key to the battle of martial arts in the mortal world lies in a round character, with the length of the arm, the weapon and even the sword urged by the internal force as the diameter, and the shoulder blade as the heart, creating a big circle.

The principle of technical attack is to break the opponent's circle, so as to expose the opponent's flaws, and this is the principle of one inch long and one inch strong.

The weapon of that rock flow is three feet and three inches long, and it can't even be hung on the waist calmly on weekdays, so it can only be carried behind the back, so there is a saying that there is a clothes pole, which is already a rare big knife.

When the knife is drawn, with his arm span and the blade, and then at the speed of the reverse slash Feiyan, it is indeed sharp and domineering.

In particular, he stood on the shore and land to face the opponent who came by the waves, condescendingly, with static braking, it can be said that the location and momentum are combined, and the strength will be increased by one percent.

However, his old enemy was obviously more thoughtful, and he tread water against the light, and his shot was naturally more accurate than the rock flow of the face, and the two of them occupied the sky and the other relied on the terrain, so it was a tie in this regard.

Especially knowing that the long knife in the hand of this rock stream was sharp, he gave up a pair of long and short knives, sharpened the oars as a weapon, four feet and two inches, and in turn suppressed the opponent, so that the opponent's slashing sword technique could not be performed at all.

The wooden paddle is tight, and it is even heavier after being wet, which is secretly clumsy and ingenious, and is not afraid of the advantages of rock flow blades.

Especially when he came late, he provoked the other party with words, attacked the heart, and broke the opponent's water-stopping state of mind.

The long knife was raised, and at this moment, a cyan knife faintly bloomed, cutting off the hair towel, and brushing the scalp, only a millimeter.

The wooden paddle brought the sound of whistling wind, and fell heavily towards the skull of the rock stream, once it was smashed, it would inevitably be shattered by the heavenly spirit.

It's just that this powerful oar can't fall down, Rao is this person plucked up a body of internal force, forced out a hot sweat, the hand holding the oar still didn't move, as if someone had been frozen by a great spell, and he couldn't break free at all.

In the mist, two figures appeared again, stepping on the tide and slowly walking towards the two.

"It turns out that Daoyou had expected this change a long time ago?"

It was only at this time that it suddenly dawned on him.

These two people stepped on the water, not using the so-called light body kung fu of floating on the water and crossing the river with a reed, but released the protective evil qi that only monks have, which is two levels higher than the two people who are dueling, which also includes such a big level as sensing heaven and earth, which can naturally immobilize the two bodies in the air lightly.

Before, I didn't understand what Chen Fusheng meant by winning first and then losing, and losing first and then winning.

You must know that this kind of life-and-death struggle can only end in the death of one party, and at most they will end up together, and if there is really a similar result as Chen Fusheng said, there is only one explanation.

There are outsiders who intervene to stir up the situation.

Since coming to this Fusang, he and Chen Fusheng have found that although the martial arts here are prosperous, if they don't agree with each other, they will decide life and death, there are countless spirits and ghosts everywhere, and there are many onmyoji, priests, and mana monks who can use one or two rough spells, compared to the situation where most of the great Qi supernatural powers are hidden, it seems to be much more prosperous, but there are few real cultivators, and it is indescribably weird, so that the eyebrow cutting who came here to see the magic of Fusang is disappointed, and now it is easy to see two condensing monks, although the cultivation is lower, but the eyebrow still can't help but want to go up and ask about the details of the Fusang cultivation world。

Looking at the eager look on his face, Chen Fusheng smiled.

After discovering the inheritance relationship between Fusang and the Demon Sect, he inquired in detail and found that every few years there would always be some swordsmen or onmyoji, mana monks and the like who suddenly disappeared after their cultivation was successful.

This made him suddenly think of the distinction between the outer and outer disciples of the Dao Sect, the inner disciples, and the true disciples.

Obviously, the Eastern Demon Sect used the entire Fusang Land as a place to select disciples, and selected those talents by spreading superficial magic tricks, and truly accepted them into the sect.

And the two people in today's duel are already the two most outstanding swordsmen in the young generation of Fusang, and there must have been a Demon Sect disciple who has already noticed them.

Especially after fighting against old enemies, there will definitely be a leap forward in one's own kendo, and if these people are not stupid, they will definitely appear in today's duel.

All Chen Fusheng has to do is wait for the rabbit.