The butcher stood there with his hands at his sides, and stood there in a very natural way, without any movement.

However, Liu Shan was more cautious, and although he could see the strength of the other party under the ring, it was not until he was face-to-face that he felt the terrifying murderous aura.

But he was not afraid, to be precise, he was very excited, and felt that there were really many masters in the world who could fight a battle, and he met two people in a row in a few days.

But in just a moment, he let go of these boring thoughts.

Leaning over, sprinting, backhanding, drawing the sword, these actions are done in one go, even in the realm of Xuanche, Liu Shan's swordsmanship still does not have too many changes, simple and sharp, but complicated and abnormal.

Different from the ancient meaning in Liu Qing's sword, Liu Shan's sword, from sword moves to sword intent, reveals a sense of idleness everywhere.

It's like he wandered all the way from Shuzhong to Chang'an City.

The sword stabbed out, and the crowd of spectators stared wide-eyed, but there was not much nervousness in their hearts.

Even the whirring autumn wind is a little less gloomy.

The butcher was a little surprised, although the realm of the person in front of him was not as good as his own, but this sword path cultivation was extremely difficult, and he had vaguely reached or even exceeded the realm of the unity of man and sword.

But I just felt a little surprised, and I didn't panic in the slightest.

The iron sword was approached, and the butcher only raised one hand, which was covered with pitch-black armor and extended along his wrist to the depths of the embroidered robe.

A low shout could be faintly heard in the field, the voice was dull and dull, like thunder and lightning tightly wrapped in layers of dark clouds.

The fist and sword exchange was just a momentary thing, the two of them were staggered, and before everyone could react, the two were stuck together, between the fists and feet and the iron sword, the afterimages were continuous, and the sparks were splashing everywhere, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

From time to time, the energy that came out of the ring blew up one hollow after another on the big bluestone in the ring, and the stone chips flew wildly, startling everyone to hurriedly retreat.

Xue Renhai and Li Fugui also opened their mouths wide, thinking that this Liu Shan was just an ordinary ranger, even if it was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, in the past few decades, except for Liu Qing, there has been no particularly famous person who can be called famous.

But looking at the person in front of him, his body is dancing with vigor, his sword is majestic, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, where is an ordinary ranger, he is clearly a martial arts master in the Xuanche realm!

But knowing this, they were even more frightened, such a young martial arts master, today, except for the two factions of Wudang and Kunlun, there is no such young disciple among the five major sects.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in their eyes, but then they hurriedly turned their heads back, the competition between the grandmasters and masters, Rao is two of them don't know martial arts, and they don't want to miss it at all.

The two went back and forth in the ring, but Li Wenshuo, who was watching the battle from the audience, frowned, because he could see that although the butcher made a move, he did not use all his strength.

To be precise, he was just observing Liu Shan's swordsmanship.

This point, Liu Shan on the stage is also very clear, he can feel that every blow of the opponent, whether it is entering the palace or defending, has a lot of spare strength.

But in this way, he can still barely maintain the rhythm on the field in a balanced state, and he does not dare to relax at all.

The opponent is much stronger than you think!

Thinking of this, Liu Shan frowned slightly, although he still had some hole cards, but he felt that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to win.

Also, people's outfits should be cold and ruthless, murderous and murderous, and they don't look like they are here to be a supporting role who is beaten by themselves and eats.

Thinking of this, Liu Shan sighed helplessly in his heart, that is, he couldn't raise much energy anyway, because he had not won a slightly formal competition since he came out of the mountain.

So, Liu Shan began to paddle.

The butcher frowned slightly, because the sense of pressure from the sword was much lower, although the strength and speed, and even the subtlety of the sword move were not less than half a point, but they did not pose any threat to him.

With a cold snort, the murderous aura on his fist became more and more intense, like a mountain pressing on the top.

Although he is just playing with each other, he is a killer after all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and has killed countless people.

If the other party is not serious, he doesn't care, just on this street, in front of the people of Chang'an, he killed this kid on the spot.

He doesn't care about anything anyway.

Liu Shan turned around to dodge a punch, the cold energy brushed his waist, and the pain in his waist was extremely painful for a moment, and he estimated that when he opened his clothes, his skin and flesh were already red and swollen.

The opponent's moves began to become murderous, and suddenly, they became extremely oppressive.

Liu Shan adjusted his breathing, and also followed the sword, not daring to be careless.

From childhood to adulthood, like other Sword Pavilion disciples, he began to learn swords at the age of five, began to cast swords at the age of eight, forged swords for ten years, and practiced swords for another ten years, but he was still the same as the sword in his hand.

Although it is a good sword, it is not a famous sword, and it is unknown.

Although he is a good person, he is not as hurt as a girl, and he is still alone.

Could it be that men are not bad and women are not loved?

Thinking of this, Liu Shan couldn't help but be a little annoyed, but this distraction was smashed in the chest by the opponent's punch, although he was full of anger and resisted for a moment, he still took more than ten steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood to stop his body.

At this point, he was on the edge of the ring.

There was another commotion in the audience, but it was not because Liu Shan was injured, but because of Fang Cai's gamble, Liu Shan not only survived three or five moves, but at this time, there were thirty or fifty moves.

So, the winner took the money and left, and continued to go to the place where the winner and the loser were pressed to continue gambling, and the loser scolded Liu Shan on the stage.

The brave Chang'an people don't care what kind of master you are, at the root of the imperial city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, if you hurt people for no reason, no matter how tall the master is, he will also be put in the prison of the Criminal Department for trial.

Liu Shan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, was quite irritable, glanced at the butcher, and said coldly: "It's really unlucky, I still have a sword, if you can take it, I will admit defeat." ”

"You can just throw in the towel. ”

The butcher's eyes were silent, and he stood there quietly looking at Liu Shan, and now he didn't even have any interest in his eyes.

Liu Shan let out a sigh, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he opened the stance, obviously there was not much movement, but there was an urgent sword sound in the air, which became louder and louder.

The butcher's pupils shrank, his ears were very good, and he naturally heard the sound of the sword, but because of this, he knew that the sound of the sword was not from the opponent, but from all directions, and there were dozens of swords.

Lu Zhaolin in the audience was also very surprised, because the famous sword "Baiyao" that had accompanied him for ten years on his waist was constantly trembling with the sword momentum pulled up by the people on the stage, as if he wanted to come out of the sheath!

He was not the only one in this situation, there were also dozens of swordsmen watching the battle around, even including Li Wenshuo.

However, the broken tooth only shook slightly, then quieted down, and stroked the hilt of the sword, Li Wenshuo could even feel the anger of the dragon soul in the sword, and a trace of a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

His brother Liushan is really a little unexpected, it seems that what Old Man Liu Qing said at the beginning was true.

"Innate Sword Fetus?" the butcher asked in a deep voice.

"Who knows?" Liu Shan shook his head and smiled, and raised his hand to stab out with a sword.