Gao Changzhi suddenly sneered, jumped up, and the long sword turned into a silver dragon and shot towards He Dongliu.

This silver dragon was up and down in the air, unpredictable, He Dongliu panicked, he had no room to resist at all, he could only retreat left and right, trying his best to maintain undefeated.

"What?'Flowing Cloud Flying Sword Thirteen Styles'!" He Feilong said in surprise when he saw Gao Changzhi's swordsmanship.

"'Thirteen Styles of Flowing Cloud Flying Sword'?

Chu Feihong was also shocked when she heard He Feilong's words, she just heard that the 'Liuyun Flying Sword Thirteen Styles' was a sword technique that only the head of the family could practice, but even she had never seen this set of sword techniques.

"Can I lie to you? The last time I saw this sword technique was thirty years ago, when Master and the predecessors of the Guiyuan faction were discussing swords, and I will never forget it. He Feilong recalled with emotion.

"Senior Brother Du is too much, the head disciple has not yet decided, so he has taught the secret inheritance of the master that cannot be practiced by the non-head of the sect, and what is the door rules of the Liuyun Sect!" Chu Feihong said angrily.

"Feiyun, you ......" Ling Feiyan was also speechless in shock, she didn't expect that Du Feiyun had passed on the martial arts that symbolized the head of the sect to Gao Changzhi.

'Thirteen Styles of Liuyun Flying Sword' is a swordsmanship that can only be practiced by the head of the Liuyun Sect, and at the very least, it can only be learned by the head disciple. Although it is not in line with the rules of the sect to pass it on to the head disciple, the head disciple is the future head of the family, which is still acceptable to everyone. But if it was passed on to someone who was not a disciple of the head of the sect, even Ling Feiyan couldn't understand Du Feiyun.

Although Ling Feiyan also learned the 'Thirteen Styles of Liuyun Flying Sword' from her master, it was because her master was her own father! She learned this set of swordsmanship, and although her brothers and sisters were red-eyed, they did not object. In order to maintain the majesty of the door rules, she has never used it, and of course she doesn't dare to teach it easily, that is, she admires Li Changsheng very much, and she doesn't have the idea of teaching him, but just uses this set of swordsmanship to lead Du Wushuang and Ling Wuflawless to practice martial arts more in her daily life.

However, it will be useless to dwell on this issue, the battle is not over yet, and this issue will be postponed.

Gao Changzhi had the upper hand with the 'Thirteen Styles of Liuyun Flying Sword', his face was radiant, and he said secretly: Sure enough, it is a mastery that can only be inherited by the master, and as soon as he makes a move, he will crush the evenly matched opponent to the point of embarrassment.

However, Gao Changzhi's fire in this set of swordsmanship was too shallow, and even if He Dongliu showed a flaw, he couldn't break it in time, causing the battle to be stalemate. Gao Changzhi couldn't win for a while, and he was anxious in his heart, so he used his skills and swayed to his heart's content.

I saw a piece of silver light covering the sky, and both feet in a radius were shrouded by Gao Changzhi's sword light, He Dongliu staggered under the sword light, trying his best to support. All the disciples thought that Gao Changzhi would win, and the ending had been decided.

He Feilong looked hateful, and at the same time felt sorry for his disciples, he didn't have this kind of advanced martial arts to teach, this was really the era of fighting fathers.

Du Feiyun looked at Gao Changzhi's flamboyant face and was relieved, this disciple finally earned back the face for him. As for Ling Feiyan's questioning, he didn't take it seriously at all, it was easy to say that his disciple was victorious, what was the rest? He was the head of the sect, he did this, what can you do?

Li Changsheng also secretly glanced at Du Feiyun, this is true love! I thought he loved his daughter the most, but it turned out that he was also a hypocrite!

"Dangdangdang......"

After the rapid sound of iron sword strikes, Gao Changzhi stopped, he held the sword in both hands, held his chest up, and looked at the sky with his eyes, looking like a superior winner.

And He Dongliu's body was full of scars, his face was full of shame, his hands holding the sword were also trembling slightly, and his embarrassed figure was slumped, as if he was going to fall down immediately, how pitiful and pitiful he was.

"The victory has been decided, does Senior Brother He have anything to say?" Du Feiyun looked at He Feilong with a smile full of victory.

"There's not much to say. He Feilong said with a dark face.

"In that case......

Du Feiyun was about to announce the end of the competition, but was interrupted by a weak voice.

"Wait, I can still fight. He Dong Liudao.

"If you lose, there's no point in continuing to fight, so let's go back and heal. Du Feiyun said.

"Who said I was defeated? Did I fall? Did I admit defeat?"

Du Feiyun's face immediately turned ugly, if his disciple dared to be so arrogant, he would definitely repair it. He Dongliu, as a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, is also said to be under Du Feiyun's control, but when the master is here, he is not easy to be mad.

"Since you don't admit defeat, then keep fighting, I'll see how long you can last. Du Feiyun said.

Li Changsheng's eyes were like torches, and he could already see that although He Dongliu looked embarrassed, he was not seriously injured. Most of the wounds on He Dongliu's body had just been scratched, and there was no sign of continuing to bleed, and there was no need to bandage. This kind of injury, for a first-class master like them, is not a problem at all.

Gao Changzhi was in infinite beauty for a while, and he didn't look at He Dongliu in his eyes, he stood with his sword in his hand, and said to He Dongliu: "Do you still want to try the master's swordsmanship? Okay, I will fulfill you." ”

"Whoosh......"

The figure shook, and Gao Changzhi once again sacrificed the 'Thirteen Styles of Liuyun Flying Sword', wanting to quickly suppress He Dongliu. He Dongliu still dodged left and right, and responded in embarrassment.

Li Changsheng said secretly, although Gao Changzhi's swordsmanship is sharp, but the heat is too shallow, although he can have the upper hand at this time, it consumes a lot of skill. If Gao Changzhi is cautious, he and He Dongliu will slowly hold on, take the opportunity to master their swordsmanship, and still have the hope of winning. But Gao Chang is ambitious, and he wields his skills at will, without hesitation, that is his way to defeat.

After a long time, Gao Changzhi still did not take He Dongliu, and Du Feiyun also saw that something was wrong. However, Du Feiyun was quite embarrassed and did not say anything to remind Gao Changzhi. If he dared to speak out to help, He Feilong and the others would have to fry the pot, after all, Gao Changzhi had already committed a taboo by using the secret martial arts dedicated to the head of the family.

After another hundred moves, Gao Changzhi has already exhausted his strength, and the 'Thirteen Styles of Liuyun Flying Sword' is a very energy-consuming move, and now that his skills are exhausted, he can't use it anymore. But He Dongliu is still the same, although he is embarrassed, he has always been standing. Gao Changzhi also felt that something was wrong, but his feeling came too late, and he was already powerless to turn the tables.

He Dongliu saw that Gao Changzhi's skills were almost exhausted, and the 'Liuyun Flying Sword Thirteen Styles' could not be used, so he knew that his opportunity had come.

Everyone saw that He Dongliu's spirit was suddenly shocked, and his moves changed from defensive to offensive, but Gao Changzhi was forced to retreat step by step, just like He Dongliu's previous situation. But the two are completely different, He Dongliu pretended to be defeated before, but Gao Changzhi really couldn't catch He Dongliu's moves, so he could only retreat and dodge.