After all, Luoyang is the chief of Shaoshan, and when his body falls, his mind is spinning, knowing that once his feet hit the ground, he will not only have the trust of his master, but also ruin his reputation for half his life. Sunset's body jumped to its feet with the force of the rebound from the hilt of the sword. He flipped in the air, waved his long sleeves, and his body was just like a white bird spreading in the wind, and he suddenly fell to the high platform.

Qunhao saw Zhu Wucan's iron hoe swinging, and his moves were like a raging storm, and in less than three moves, he had forced the world-famous Shaoshan disciple Luoyang to fall off the stage, and everyone was so shocked that their eyes widened and their mouths were speechless. At this time, he suddenly saw Luoyang turn over and jump up, and suddenly fell, Mo Dao's scheming to the enemy, just his attainments in light skills, made many heroes on the field ashamed of themselves. The group of heroes immediately applauded, and the sound of color was everywhere.

As soon as Luoyang Fu landed, his left hand pointed vertically into a sword, and Zhu Wuneng's six big points on his upper body were sharpened, the horizontal sword of his right hand was slashed downward, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword shadow was flickering. The group of heroes in the audience were dazzled when they saw such exquisite swordsmanship at first glance, and at the same time, they secretly pinched a cold sweat for Zhu Wuneng.

It turned out that when the sun was falling, his mind was in vain, and he had no sense of arrogance, thinking about today's young man, compared with the "Black Wind Seven Evils" encountered in Jinan Mansion back then, he didn't know how much more clever his martial arts were. After the volley flipped, Luoyang's heart was more clear, secretly thinking that this person's internal strength was far greater than his own, and his moves were even more ruthless, although he was holding an ordinary iron hoe, but this kung fu was already rare in the world. At that moment, he cheered up the spirit of twelve, and as soon as he landed, he used his life's stunt "micro swift double flying". Legend has it that this sword technique was created by the ancestor of Shaoshan Mountain. When the ancestor of Shaoshan practiced the sword, it coincided with the drizzle in front of the mountain, and there were swallows flying by. At that time, the fingers of the ancestor's left hand were lightly tapped, the internal force condensed through the fingertips, and the sword qi sent out flew vertically and horizontally, and wherever the sword qi went, the flowers and leaves were scattered, like a drizzle in the sky, and the right hand waved the sword horizontally, and the sword shadow was elegant and agile, just like a swallow surrounding, and the moves were extremely graceful but infinitely powerful. Every time the opponent encounters this move, he wants to meet but has no trick to find, and he has nowhere to retreat, and he is often dazzled and dizzy, and he is either dead or injured, and there are not many famous martial arts figures who have died under this trick for hundreds of years. Therefore, the few people of Shanmen rarely use this trick unless they have to. Today, Luoyang has no scruples in order not to dishonor his master's life, and once he has a slight advantage, he will do his best.

Luoyang only said that as soon as this trick came out, Zhu Wuneng would not be spared even if he had great ability. He only hoped that this trick would make Zhu Wuneng injured, and he would not lose his life. After all, Luoyang was ashamed in his heart - the moment he fell off the stage just now, he had actually lost the game.

How do you know that Zhu is incompetent, neither swinging the hoe to block the front, nor jumping up and running back, as if ignoring the sword move like the flowers and leaves flying in front of him, he suddenly fell forward, and the iron hoe shoveled forward with the momentum of falling to the ground, turning his body while shoveling, which is the third type in the "Xiang Wang Three Styles" - "Nai Ruo He Xi". In the past, Xiang Yu repeatedly rushed to kill thousands of troops with a single horse, and the enemy soldiers often relied on the crowd to gather thorns and knock down his war horse first. Xiang Yu took advantage of the momentum to roll when he fell to the ground, stabbing with his gun, and the enemy soldiers often had not seen where Xiang Yu was, and he had been poked down by his overlord gun, so he had to watch Xiang Wang fall to the ground and roll away, but he was helpless.

Zhu Wuneng saw that the setting sun had fallen off the stage at the beginning, and he said that the victory and defeat had been divided, so he stopped shooting. Unexpectedly, Luoyang rose up and flipped in the air and pounced on him, and without thinking, he used the third trick taught by the book immortal, "Nai Ruo He Xi". His move is completely devoid of Xiang Yu's handsome divine wind, his fat body sometimes falls to the ground and rolls, sometimes jumps up and rolls, a shovel and scratches randomly, the posture is really ugly, but the strength is scattered through the iron hoe, this simple and clumsy style of play dissolves the opponent's complicated sword moves invisibly. Luoyang's fingers were stirred by Zhu Wucan's internal force, and he wanted to change his move but saw that Zhu Wucan's iron hoe had already been handed over, so he had to jump up again, and after avoiding the iron hoe, Luoyang pointed down at the tip of the sword in the air, and stabbed three more moves in an instant.

The three swordsmanship of the setting sun are all the unique learning in the "twilight rain swordsmanship", each move is divided into three swords, and each sword has three changes, these three moves nine swords and twenty-seven changes are the famous stunts of the sunset. On the same day, he was surrounded by the "Black Wind Seven Evils" in the Huoyun Forest of Jinan Mansion, and when his life was in danger, the sunset fought to the end, and killed seven people in a row with these three swordsmanship, and he was also greatly injured. In the past three years, he has been practicing in retreat at the master's gate, and the power of these swordsmanship is even greater than before.

Zhu Wuneng saw that Luoyang's body was like a flying swallow, coming and going, and seeing that the tip of Luoyang's sword was handed in the air, he hurriedly raised his hoe and hit head-on, which was the first type of "Xiangwang Three Styles" "Pulling Out the Mountain". I only heard the sound of "ding ding" endlessly, the long sword and the iron hoe collided one after another, the setting sun but felt a huge earthquake, and the long sword almost got out of his hand, and in a hurry, he also learned that Zhu was incapable of landing on the ground and rolled backwards, and slid away to the left. At this time, Zhu Wucan's iron hoe reversed, and when a large circle was drawn in the air, it was the second type of "Xiang Wang's three styles".

Luoyang already knew in his heart at this time that what Zhu Wu's ability to turn over and over was just three moves. He was afraid of the other party's internal strength, so he no longer fought with Zhu Wuneng at the moment, and only blindly used light skills to walk around Zhu Wuneng. Later, the more Luoyang concluded that Zhu Wuneng had no other routine besides those three moves. But even so, in the face of Zhu Wucan's aggressive iron hoe and endless internal force, Luoyang could only take a defensive position, constantly wandering and dodging, although he could make himself safe, but he couldn't hurt the other party.

After fighting like this, the two people on the field still couldn't tell the winner. Luoyang heart said: "I was only a young and unknown person at the beginning, when he used the sword, it was all thirty-six Cangshan swordsmanship, specializing in fast attack, hoping to win quickly, I didn't want to be controlled by his internal force and couldn't get close, and then saw that although his internal force was strong, but the moves were very simple, I applied the seventy-two ways of twilight rain swordsmanship, wanting to slow to control fast, to overcome rigidity with softness, but seeing that his moves are simple, but interlocking, it is really not easy to find his flaws;

Luoyang's heart thought of this, and he didn't feel that the Lingtai was clear, and when the sword edge turned, sometimes after two moves of the twilight rain sword, he suddenly stabbed out a move of the Cangshan swordsmanship, and sometimes after three consecutive moves of the Cangshan swordsmanship, he quietly stabbed out a few soft and gentle twilight swordsmanship. Although Zhu Wuneng's internal strength is thick, but after all, his qualifications are reckless, and he does not give detailed guidance in the daytime, at this moment, when he meets a master, he sees that his moves are abrupt, fast and slow, rigid or soft, and he doesn't feel that his body is suffocated, and the "Xiang Wang Three Styles" will not be as round and random as before.

Luoyang not only understood all of Zhu Wuin's moves, but also forced Zhu Wucan's body to gradually become sluggish and his footwork was scattered, and his courage increased a little. Finally spotted a gap, when Zhu Wuneng's second style "Shi is not good" move was old, Luoyang leisurely stabbed out a move "Night rain smells the sound of waves," this is a move in the twilight rain sword, the left palm is pushed forward, the right sword is flat and obliquely down, like the sound of the waves is endless, and the part of the tip of the sunset sword is just in the direction of Zhu Wuneng's third style "Nai Ruo He Xi" body dumping. Zhu Wuneng saw that the long sword had reached his left chest, and in a hurry, he made an "ah" sound, his body flashed, his right arm pushed forward, and the long sword of the setting sun slashed through Zhu Wuneng's right arm. Suddenly, Zhu Wuneng's right arm was bleeding, and he was stunned for a while, Luoyang took advantage of the situation to urge his left palm, and slapped three palms in succession, each palm hit Zhu Wuneng's chest. Zhu Wuneng's body was unstable on his feet, and he took three steps back and fell under the stage with a "bang".

At the same time, an old man in the east of the audience jumped out of thin air, and a slender young man rushed to the scene, both of whom came to save Zhu Wucan. The sunset on the stage turned back in the air, and in the air, a harrier turned over and landed on the stage. Qunhao only said that he was trying to show off after his victory, and no one knew that at this moment, the breath in the Sunset Dantian was surging, and he had already suffered internal injuries. It turned out that where Luoyang's palm power went, it aroused Zhu Wucan's internal strength to rebound, this time the two fierce forces intersected, and there was no possibility of tricks, the internal force of the two really wanted to go too far, Luoyang only felt that his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, he was patient, as if nothing happened, he fell on the stage in a dashing manner, but there was suffering inside.

The setting sun waited for the breath to subside, hugged his fist to the audience, and was about to speak, but he heard bursts of silk and bamboo music, floating from the lake far away, and there was a woman's singing song in the middle.

In a few moments, the big ship was already on the shore. I saw more than ten young boys and girls sitting on the boat, all dressed in brocade clothes, or playing the flute, or pulling the strings, or slowly plucking the pipa, or caressing the guqin, the middle two girls, dressed in light yarn Qiluo, one danced, one sang quietly, but the song was unheard of in the Central Plains, and it was about the slang and glamorous songs in the Sichuan and Shu areas. There was a man standing in the bow of the boat, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a long figure, standing with his hands in his hands, and his dress was strange and gorgeous, and he was so bright and frivolous that he was wearing a five-colored flower crown, wearing an ochre red robe, a long gold silk ribbon around his waist, and a jasper cloud shoe on his feet, and several peacock feathers of different colors were inserted in the flower crown. Under this bright moon, the group suddenly saw these people in strange costumes, singing and dancing on the boat, this kind of glamorous image is too incommensurate with the atmosphere of fierce fighting on the talent stage. The heroes all secretly wondered, and they didn't know who these people were and why they suddenly came here.

As soon as the big boat landed, the man standing on the bow waved his hands continuously, and I don't know what technique he used, and many large and small fish suddenly flew out of the lake, and they all fell into the crowd gathered around the wooden platform. Some of the heroes in the audience dodged to dodge, some waved their hands to block, some slapped back, and more people couldn't avoid it, and the fish pounced on their faces, bodies, and necks, making them slippery and greasy. Everyone in the audience was originally a famous figure in the Central Plains martial arts, the leaders of various gangs and factions, and they were still intoxicated by the slang dance just now, who knew that the style of painting had changed abruptly, at this moment, they were all in a hurry by the "fish" rain falling from the sky, and the group of heroes shouted "oops", "ahh

After Shu Hetian jumped up and arrived, he immediately helped Zhu Wuneng, stretched out his fingers and pointed at his right arm Tianfu and Tianquan Erxue to help him stop the bleeding, looked down carefully, but saw that the incompetent right arm only slightly cut some flesh and skin, and couldn't help sighing: "This ramming internal force is really good! After being shaved by the Luoyang long sword, it only broke a little flesh and skin, if it were someone else, how could there be a shoulder for you?!" Shu Hetian immediately scolded: "You idiot, this little injury is scared like this! When Luoyang just turned over and jumped up from the stage, why didn't you make that third move?" watched him return to the stage and turn defense into offense. Zhu Wuneng shouted: "I...... I saw that he went down, and thought I didn't need to fight. Shu Hattian's eyes widened, his beard trembled with anger, and he said angrily: "If you hit the third move at that time, and others have nowhere to borrow their strength in the air, they have to use the 'Smoke and Rain Lock Jianglou,' in the twilight rain sword, 'swing the sword to block, and resist you, you only need to urge the internal force slightly, even if he is not injured, people will be beaten out by you far away, and you will win this game." Xu Wuxian next to him hurriedly persuaded: "Shuxian don't blame, my brother has no martial arts in the first place, and it is rare to be able to fight with Luoyang for a long time this time, and he should not be expected to defeat the other party." Shu hatetian snorted and ignored it. Xu Wuxian hurriedly bandaged the wound on Zhu Wuneng's right arm, and sprinkled some of the gold sore medicine given by Shu Hatian on the wound, but fortunately, the sword wound suffered by the incompetence was not deep, and the bleeding stopped after a while.

Xu Wuzhi was in the chaos, but he saw the man in the ochre robe jumping off the big boat and flying from the crowd, only to hear others in the air, and said loudly: "In Xia Kang Youren, today I have to come to the demon hunting conference and conspire with all my colleagues, how fortunate it is." Kang Youren stood on tiptoe in the crowd, got up again, and floated down on the wooden platform.