What the!

He's also a swordsman!

When everyone heard this, they were very surprised, and they couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing whether to borrow a sword or not.

Everyone knows that a swordsman, with a sword and without a sword are two completely different states, although it cannot be said that there is a world of difference, but if a swordsman does not have a sword in hand, the strength of that body must at least be discounted, at most half of it can be played.

It stands to reason that Chen Yong's cultivation is originally deeper than Yi Zixuan, and he has a long knife in his hand, so he does have some advantages, if they lend a sword to Yi Zixuan, they will also say the past, but ······

From the very beginning, everyone decided to stay out of the matter and not help each other, how could they intervene rashly now, and although Song Minghui did not speak, the threat in his eyes was very obvious.

After all, it was the Song family standing behind him, and ordinary people would not dare to offend easily.

Therefore, due to various considerations, even though there were seven or eight people carrying swords present, none of them were willing to lend the sword in their hands to Yi Zixuan.

The atmosphere was a little delicate for a while, Yi Zixuan's heart sank slightly when he saw this, he knew very well that if he couldn't borrow a sword, it would be a little difficult to defeat Chen Yong today and successfully get out.

The opponent's strength is extraordinary, and those were just warm-up just now, after all, the trick at the bottom of the box has not yet come out.

At this moment, a shout sounded from behind Yi Zixuan, breaking the silence at this time.

"Little brother, take the sword. ”

Yi Zixuan seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, he didn't need to look at it, he held the hilt of the flying long sword with his backhand, played a sword flower with the situation, and nodded secretly, feeling very good, at least one or two grades higher than his original ordinary stainless steel sword.

With a sword in his hand, Yi Zixuan's whole temperament changed suddenly, with a sword, he was not only a monk, but also a swordsman, and in an instant, he became sharp and sharp.

It's just that Yi Zixuan's mood is good, but someone's mood is bad, Song Minghui couldn't have imagined that someone would dare to lend the sword to that kid in front of him, he looked at the person, but saw that the person who borrowed the sword was smiling, and he didn't look at him.

Although Song Minghui was angry, he didn't dare to question that person, although he had a dark heart, he was not a fool, he knew that if that person didn't take him in his eyes, he must have something to rely on, and it was better to have more than less.

He held his breath, but he could only secretly say in his heart: "What if you have a sword, you still have to lose!"

Chen Yong's eyes were calm, he was not moved by foreign objects at all, his heart was very good, and he did not take advantage of Yi Zixuan's borrowing sword to sneak attack him, he kept standing opposite Yi Zixuan, and the two stared at each other without blinking.

Laugh at!

The long knife was unsheathed, and after Yi Zixuan held the long sword, Chen Yong took the lead in attacking, and the sharp blood-red knife qi split the air and slashed towards Yi Zixuan who was a few zhang away.

Sonorous!

Yi Zixuan didn't know when he also took out his sword, as fast as lightning, and he waved out a sword qi to block the sword qi.

"Second cut!"

The blood-red sword qi rose into the sky, rendering a pitch-black night sky into a change of color, and then, a silver sword qi came first, cutting off the sword qi in mid-air.

"The third knife!"

Chen Yong was secretly startled, the muscles of his right arm bulged, and the speed of the long knife in his hand suddenly doubled, flashing in the void, and suddenly, the piercing blood-red knife qi burst out, slashing towards Yi Zixuan with an unrivaled edge.

"So fast!"

Yi Zixuan only felt that the blood light flashed in front of him, and the sword qi was approaching three feet in an instant, he did not retreat or dodge, and drew a circle in front of his chest with his sword, gathering a cloud of cloud qi the size of a grinding plate, and colliding with the sword qi.

Rumble!

With four volumes of strength, Yi Zixuan took a step back slightly, and his qi and blood were shocked and floated.

"Okay, take me ten more knives!" Chen Yong's demeanor suddenly became wild, and the long knife in his hand was like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, slashing out frantically without any scruples, and the blood-red knife qi was raging and spreading.

Dingding······

Yi Zixuan showed no weakness, and in an instant, the entire alley was filled with silver crystal sword qi and blood-red sword qi, and the figure had been completely concealed, and it was impossible to capture it with the naked eye alone.

Whew!

The two figures flew backwards and confronted each other again.

"Happy! The little brother is young, his swordsmanship is so outstanding, sharp and unparalleled, Chen is probably not even one-tenth of you at your age, it is really admirable!"

It seems that it is the reason why he is too taciturn on weekdays, Chen Yong's words at this time seem to be a little too much, and his eyes are flashing, which is the excitement of meeting the opponent in chess.

"Prizes. Yi Zixuan replied without arrogance.

"Chen Yong!" Song Minghui blackened his face and scolded angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and capture this poor boy for me, my father hired you as my guard, not for you to talk nonsense, you'd better know your identity!"

Chen Yong frowned slightly, although he couldn't see anything on the surface, but he was secretly angry in his heart, and it was uncomfortable for anyone to be interrupted from speaking, but after all, he was sent to the fence and could not do anything about it.

He sighed softly, and as soon as his mental mind moved, Yi Zixuan felt light, and when he looked up, he saw that the two Qi and Blood Peaks flew back in the air, blending into Chen Yong's body, making him reach the peak of his Qi and Blood Body.

Yi Zixuan did the same, and also withdrew the red tripod above his head, and waited for the battle in the best condition.

"Fight again!"

Before the words fell, the figures of the two had already rushed together, the blood-red sword qi and the silver-white sword qi crisscrossed each other, confronting each other, and after a while, their eyes were full of flying sand and rolling stones.

Outside the alley, everyone was stunned and hurriedly retreated.

Except for the collision at the beginning, the fight behind is not clear at all who is who, who has the upper hand, and who has the upper hand, only to see that one sword is faster than the other, and one sword is sharper than the other.

In the back, the shock wave formed by the collision of sword qi and sword qi was even more terrifying, and the entire alley was almost destroyed, cut to pieces, and the figures of the two were completely invisible.

Ten tricks!

Thirty strokes!

Fifty strokes!

One hundred tricks!

The two fought hundreds of moves and still didn't know the winner, they couldn't help each other, Yi Zixuan's sharp sword qi couldn't help Chen Yong, and Chen Yong's fast knife couldn't help Yi Zixuan, at this time, the two knew that if they didn't make a trick, the battle situation would probably go on forever.

Suddenly!

Chen Yong's right arm burst out of a ball of blood-colored vitality, and the light poured into the long knife, and with a wave of the knife, the blood-red knife qi that was connected into a piece, the knife qi was like a round of crescent moons, combined into a blood-red knife wheel the size of three zhang.

Poof!

Chen Yong used the knife as the axis, pushed the rotating wheel of knife qi to cut the air into pieces, and rolled towards Yi Zixuan.

The rolling yuan force poured into the long sword, and Yi Zixuan's wrist shook rapidly, outlining a cloud of silver swords, constantly stacking, blocking in front of the blood-colored sword wheel, and the fine sword qi collided with the sword qi, canceling each other.

The blood-colored sword wheel was indeed extremely sharp, smashing the sword clouds one by one, but the speed at which the sword cloud was generated was only a little slower than the speed at which it dissipated, and although the distance between the two was approaching rapidly, it was still close to the time of about ten breaths.

Chen Yong knew that he couldn't hold back any longer, he opened his mouth and let out a thunderous shout, his fingertips trembled slightly, only to see a fine blood-colored lightning burst out from the knife wheel in an instant, crackling, and the cloud of sword qi seemed to be a balloon that had been poked with a hole, and where the lightning passed, it disappeared.

"See the sun!"

At this moment, a light drink sounded behind the dissipated sword cloud, and then a silver sun suddenly rose, radiant, at this moment, in the dark alley, under the night, as bright as day.

Rumble!

The blood-red knife wheel and the silver-white sun entangled with each other, and they rose into the sky, and a powerful shockwave spread in all directions, blowing the already crumbling and broken walls to collapse and collapse.

Everyone looked intently, only to see that the sword in Yi Zixuan's hand was holding Chen Yong's long knife, and the two of them were frozen there.

The next moment!

The sword in Yi Zixuan's hand shook, and it shook Chen Yong's knife with lightning speed and did not cover his ears in a hurry, and cut a stunning arc under the night sky, silently.

Burst!

Chen Yong snorted, staggered back, his face pale, soaked with sweat, and a blood flower bloomed on his shoulder.