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Chunlei Lake.

The county lord with the hat squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes looked through the veil at the center of Chunlei Lake.

His Royal Highness and Wei Lingshan went south and changed their clothes. His Royal Highness was dressed in a dark lotus robe, wrapped in a round circle, with a pitch-black hairband tied on his forehead and a hat on his head, while the Lord of the County changed into a purple robe, neat and neat, and covered his face with a hat.

In the middle of the lake, there is a large boat with a painting boat.

The surface of Chunlei Lake was originally undisturbed, but with the inexplicable fluctuation of the air machine, the lake surface began to rise and fall.

"That's a broken sword of the One Qi Sword Alliance, not tied to the boat. His Royal Highness smiled and took down the hat, and pointed to the big boat with a smile, "The West Pavilion uses a sword, the Sword Alliance uses a knife, and the sword and the rivers and lakes are not mutually exclusive, so the name 'Folding Sword' has long been parked in Chunlei Lake, and the person sitting in it should be the top master of the Sword Alliance." ”

Wei Lingshan frowned, and said with a little disappointment: "Top master? Qi machine is also the peak of the eighth grade. ”

His Highness let go of the oars, put his hands on the edge of the boat, and sat back with a smile, turning his head sideways to look at the big boat.

"For example, there are indeed countless nine products today, but if the north and the south are divided, how many are divided by the major forces, and how many are divided by the temples of the north and south?" he smiled and shook his head, "Qi Liang has a total of nineteen daos, how many can be saved after being divided into rivers and lakes like this?"

"Even if the great world is opened and ranked among the nine grades, it is enough to be regarded as a legend on the rivers and lakes. Yi Xiao said seriously: "Creation and opportunities are too rare, and it is not the turn of the people of the rivers and lakes to get a piece of the pie for the time being." ”

Wei Lingshan nodded lightly, and said softly: "I thought I could see young and promising talents in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that the person sitting in the painting boat was just a white-haired old man. ”

Yi Xiao said quietly: "Young and promising talents in the rivers and lakes?"

The county lord smiled, and said angrily, "This can also be jealous?"

His Royal Highness sneered and waved his hand: "That's not it, I can eat the vinegar of the rivers and lakes? Even if the young talents on the rivers and lakes are now lined up in a line and let them have one arm, I can still knock them all to the ground." ”

Wei Lingshan smiled and praised: "Then you are really amazing." ”

"False praise and false praise...... Yi Xiao deservedly it, then raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed to the middle of the lake.

On that huge painting boat stood a pavilion with a screen of tulle, and the old man's rickety body loomed behind the tulle, and there was a chessboard, a cup of tea, and the heat curled in the pavilion.

This tea has been hot for a long time.

"It is already extremely difficult for the older generation of characters to be able to cultivate to the peak of the eighth grade in that era, and they are only one step away from the ninth grade. The corners of His Royal Highness's lips raised slightly, "The Yiqi Sword Alliance was originally a sect in the north, and after the Qijiang Agreement, the north and the south converged, and this old man traveled thousands of miles to the south and single-handedly established the current Jiangnan Dao Sword Alliance. ”

The county lord squinted at the hot tea parked on the chessboard in the pavilion, and said softly: "It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, and there is no more room to enter the realm, so I will stop here for the rest of my life, otherwise I would have advanced to the ninth grade with just one hand of warm tea." ”

The tea is still warm, and it is warmed by Yuanli.

Before entering the ninth grade, Yuan Li is out of the body.

Although there is no name of nine products, there are nine products.

His Royal Highness nodded lightly and said softly: "Although the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Province are not big, there are still nine grades, this old man can lift the Sword Alliance to the second position in Jiangnan Province, and he will definitely not be able to do it with the eight rank Yuan Li alone." ”

Wei Lingshan said seriously: "His knife is very straight and sharp, if he is thirty years younger, he should be a character." ”

His Royal Highness said with a smile: "He is waiting for the people of the West Pavilion, the old masters of the Sword Alliance are here, and today's Spring Thunder Lake should be very lively." ”

Wei Ling's expression couldn't be seen clearly under the hood, but he said with a hint of banter: "The person from the West Pavilion is a bit interesting. ”

On the shores of Chunlei Lake.

Many people surrounded Chunlei Lake, even if it rained in the center of the sky, they still looked at the big boat in the middle of the lake with interest.

The style of the Yiqi Sword League has always been high-profile, the old man surnamed Ding is sitting in the pavilion, and the master pays attention to style when traveling, and the Yiqi Sword League has always acted uninhibited in the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Province, but the old man does not look like a swordsman who acts aggressively. And the old man of the One Breath Sword Alliance had been sitting in the gazebo for a long time.

The young master of the West Pavilion still hasn't arrived, and it seems that he is about to miss the hour.

Right now.

It rained continuously in the heart of Chunlei Lake, and a strong wind struck.

A willow tree bends out of thin air on the shore of the lake.

The willow waist was lowered, and the next moment it was raised again, and a willow tree had been exhausted by the sword qi.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a Buddhist master who crossed the river with reeds and stepped on the Qi River.

At this moment, the willow leaves in the sky are spreading towards the Spring Thunder Lake.

Thousands of willow leaves turned into sword shapes, and one person swept up from behind the crowd, the crimson robe flew wantonly, trampling on the green leaves like a big red flower in full bloom, one hand behind his back, the sword trick was pinched, and the yuan force was drumming.

The mighty Yuan Force split the surface of the lake, and two sword qi rolled up the lake.

The sword walks, the waves are magnificent.

Finally, he swept into the gazebo where the sword was not easy to break.

The willow leaves behind him fluttered one after another, and finally floated into the Spring Thunder Lake, sinking and falling.

......

......

Inside the pavilion of Chunlei Lake.

The old man had a knife pressed on his chessboard, and a cup of tea was pressed on the knife's body.

Sitting opposite him sat the young man in a crimson robe.

The young master of the West Pavilion.

The gazebo yarn moved, this man's complexion was extremely white, a little sickly, more like a woman's mutton fat white than miserable white, he smiled and removed the pitch-black long sword from his waist, and slowly pressed it against the opposite side of the chessboard.

"If I'm not mistaken, we should have met for the second time. The young master of the West Pavilion in the crimson robe looked at the old man sitting on the opposite side, and said softly: "The first time was a long time ago, my father took me to visit the First Qi Sword Alliance in Jiangnan Province, and at that time, there was no West Pavilion on the rivers and lakes. ”

The old man lowered his eyebrows and put his palms in front of his lower abdomen.

"My father had a broken leg and an arm. The young master of the West Pavilion smiled, "You still remember the old feelings and left him alive, otherwise there would be no West Pavilion today." ”

The young man suddenly retracted his smile.

"Ding Yi. ”

The voice of the young master of the West Pavilion was soft and monstrous: "How to calculate this account?"

The old man's face was calm.

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the young man in front of him.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be called Chu Xibi?" The old man of the Dao Alliance, who was called Ding Yi, had gray hair, was neatly tucked behind his head, and his hair was pinned up.

The young master of the West Pavilion smiled undiminishedly: "Yes." ”

The old man nodded, slowly raised his hands, and pressed them on the chessboard table.

"The West Pavilion has turned the tables. Ding Yi said softly: "The One Qi Sword Alliance has existed in name only all these years, and it has been hanging for a long time, so today I am dead, and the One Qi Sword Alliance is completely dissolved, and you are the only one in Jiangnan Dao Martial Arts." ”

The young master of the West Pavilion also stretched out his hands and slowly pressed them on the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Yes." ”

Ding Yi closed his eyes slightly.

The qi in the old man's whole body suddenly exploded.

The young master of the West Pavilion narrowed his eyes.

The two wrestle at the same time -

The large and small chess pieces on the chessboard burst open, and in an instant, the white veil of the pavilion burst open, and shot into the lake, splashing with extremely heavy water.

......

......

His Royal Highness tilted his head slightly, flashed a swift shadow, and then leaned out two fingers and shook them in front of Wei Lingshan.

He withdrew the two fingers holding the broken chess pieces, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his lips: "The young master of the West Pavilion is a handsome and beautiful man. ”

Wei Lingshan looked thoughtfully at the chessboard in the pavilion.

The feminine man named Chu Xibi slowly stood up with the old man at this moment, and his two hands had slowly moved from pressing the edge of the table to the sides of the pitch-black long sword pressed on the chessboard.

The county lord said softly, "Chu Xibi will win." ”

That young young master of the West Pavilion was already an out-and-out nine-rank master.

The color of the small hall was complicated, and he said quietly: "Actually...... Chu Xibi's sword is not necessarily comparable to Ding Yi's sword. ”

Wei Lingshan repeated: "But Chu Xibi will win." ”

His Royal Highness nodded.

Yi Xiao raised her head and looked at the sky.

The spring rain started very little, and seemed to have the meaning of getting bigger, and the muffled thunder in the sky gradually accumulated, and the cloud layer was extremely low.

"The people who came to Chunlei Lake today have really made money. His Royal Highness smiled, "Jiupin is very rare in Jiangnan Dao martial arts. ”

The county lord narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Isn't there still a great bodhisattva like you?"

Yi Xiao sighed and said helplessly: "I am a great bodhisattva, so what are the five demons of them?"

The county lord smiled but said nothing.

After Yi Xiao finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Tianxin.

There was a faint sound of spring thunder.

He muttered, "Earned, earned, earned......"

......

......

The hot tea on the chessboard pressed against the knife.

The old man pressed his hands on both sides of the knife with his eyes closed, the sleeves of his old and powerful wrists were bulging with qi, his face was as resolute as a lion, and his wide and loose robe was blown up and down, repeating the process over and over again.

The young master of the West Pavilion smiled softly, and seemed to have some spare strength.

He raised his hand lightly, and then slapped it down.

The hot tea was exploded with vigor, and the teacup shattered.

The old man's face did not change, and his hands were still pressed on the knife.

The hot tea sneered in front of him like a flowing cloud, untouched.

"Yuan Li is out of the body?" the voice of the young master of the West Pavilion was obviously in disbelief.

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, the lion roared—

The young master of the West Pavilion squinted his eyes suddenly.

Both men raised their hands at the same time.

The knife is unsheathed.

The sword is unsheathed.

The table where the two wrestled collapsed in an instant, and then the sound of the sword handover was extremely harsh-

The gazebo on the painting boat collapsed!

A crimson young figure flew out of the pavilion upside down, and just landed on the bow of the big ship of the painting boat, and when he raised his head, there was a huge sword light in front of him that occupied the entire line of sight!

The big boat was crushed by this knife and the hull of the ship toppled and suddenly cocked.

What a terrifying force this is?

The young master of the West Pavilion was cut into the water with people and boats under this knife.

The blade of the pitch-black long sword was held against the palm of one hand, and the young man in the crimson robe stepped on the bow of the boat, and his whole body had been pressed into the water by the old man.

The big boat is almost perpendicular to the surface of Chunlei Lake.

The old man's face was expressionless, and he pressed the back of the knife with one hand, and used the Yuan Force again.

It's a pity that it is extremely difficult for the eight-rank yuan force to have such explosive power, even if it can barely get out of the body, it has reached the level of harmony in decades of exploration.

Essentially...... It's still not as good as Jiupin.

The young master of the West Pavilion, who was pressed in the water, suddenly exerted his strength.

The strength of the nine-rank yuan is far greater than that of the eight-pin, and at this moment, the mighty sweep opens, and a hole explodes on the surface of the Chunlei Lake, briefly clearing a vacuum semicircle.

The young man in the crimson robe began to roar under his breath.

No swordsman has ever used his sword like this.

Wild.

Truculent.

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned by the strong Yuan Force, and the edge of the knife was pushed away by the blade of the sword.

Then the sword swept from one side in a furious rage.

It's more like smashing.

Such a sword is unreasonable, only about strength.

A sword is not like a sword, but more like a knife.

The old man was smashed by the sword and flew out.

The soaking wet young master of the West Pavilion raised his sword and roared angrily.

The rumbling sound of Chunlei Lake is endless.

The old man who had the upper hand in the first style was obviously lacking in stamina, and he barely stepped on the surface of Chunlei Lake at the moment, and before he could stand firmly, he was smashed by the young master of the West Pavilion with a sword and a sword, and he couldn't resist it at all, so he could only retreat again and again.

Step back, step by step.

In the end, he withdrew almost ten feet.

Approaching the boat of His Royal Highness and the Lord of the County.