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Yang Xuyan appeared on a horizontal wooden railing of the bridge a few zhang away, his feet on the pillar thick at the mouth of the bowl, holding the sword in both hands, leaning forward, his eyes were cold like a poisonous snake, and the demonic flames around him continued to spit out black gas, like a black sun, the air was distorted by the black gas, no longer calm, and the scenery through was pulled extremely unevenly by the light, falling in the eyes of everyone, which was extremely exaggerated.

"I didn't expect him to be so old and his skills were so deep. ”

Through the window, Rong Fengxiang watched Yang Xuyan show his skills for the first time, although the degree is not as good as their generation, among their peers, it is also unique, it is only a matter of time before they catch up with them and surpass them. Looking at Yang Xuyan, his eyes were sharp, with envy and appreciation, and then he sighed, but unfortunately this person could not be used by him, otherwise in the Holy Sect, it would not be impossible for him to go further with his previous steps.

"This kung fu is handsome, and I haven't started fighting yet, just with my momentum, I actually have a feeling that my skills can't move. In the distance, someone stared at the boss with both eyes, a look of excitement, and opened his mouth to praise. This person's martial arts skills are not high, and his level can only be regarded as the last in the rivers and lakes, so he is not ashamed to compare himself at this time, dwarfed by it, without the slightest embarrassment.

"You dare to compare it to it. The same low-class Jianghu people next to him sneered without looking back, in exchange for a "hehe" smile from the other party.

The people on the side only had time to laugh, and hurriedly focused their eyes on the people in the audience.

Electrifying and flint.

Ye Mu was not surprised by Yang Xuyan's performance, but all geniuses are unreasonable, and it is normal for a genius like Yang Xuyan to have some of his own personality.

In just a moment, Ye Mu felt Yang Xuyan's style: cold. Break off. Vicious. To oneself and to one's enemies.

Ye Mu didn't want the other party to take the lead and put himself at a disadvantage, and as Yang Xuyan pulled away, he thought about how to end this battle.

The battle starts easily, but it doesn't end easily.

Especially at the level of the two of them, if they are not careful, they will be killed and injured, and it is not impossible to avoid deaths and injuries, Song Que has the opportunity to exchange injuries for killings against Shangning Dodger, and he is not to retreat. Therefore, the competition is sometimes really unfair, and it is not that you can win if you are strong, unless you can be much stronger.

Ye Mu held the sword and stepped back, one step at a time, compared to Yang Xuyan's swift and resolute movements, like a walk, when he took about five steps back, Ye Mu stood still, with his right foot in front, his right hand holding the sword across his chest, and his left hand standing behind, taking the lead in making a defensive posture.

Take defense as the offense, and strike later.

In the face of Yang Xuyan, who has strange moves and many changes, this is the most stable tactic.

The resistance and speed of the air are always the same, how fast the action is to bear the corresponding air resistance, the sword out of body is completed in an instant, the friction between the sword and the scabbard The sound of the sword groan in the air for a long time, the sound of "gong", through the distance of dozens of zhang, sounded in the ears of the watcher, followed by the trembling sound of the tip of the sword in the air, the frequency is extremely high, and the desire to fight is whispered.

A sword light, with Yang Xuyan's wrist briskly dragging, became a sword curtain, the sword body trembled, and the sword groaned endlessly.

"Then let's have a good fight!" Yang Xuyan looked at Ye Mu, who was as still as water as water, and didn't know the depth, and said in his heart, "Look at how much progress you have made during this time." ”

For martial artists, hard work in martial arts is the foundation, self-confidence is the most important, Yang Xuyan does not lack self-confidence, although he is not a battle maniac like Ba Fenghan, fighting is happy, but, as an assassin, he knows how to kill people, how to defeat opponents?

It has been roughly determined that he does not have the worries of Wang Shichong's threat, and there is no need to kill Ye Mu with a mission, Yang Xuyan hopes to really compete.

In broad daylight, he understood that his advantage as an Assassin was no longer there, and that the only way to win was to work on the whimsy of his moves and the agility of his speed.

Win fast.

Thinking of the last time he met Ye Mu, the other party's strange sword moves, he faintly felt restrained, he wanted to try it again with the strongest attitude, who restrained whom?

Shadow swordsmanship, walking is a strange one, using the cover of night or something, it can exert twelve points of power, and the face-to-face battle, the power is discounted, and it is still the world's first-class swordsmanship.

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, confusing people's eyes, and the surrounding audience looked sideways, and Yang Xuyan went all out as soon as he made a move.

"Good spirit" People have spirits, swords have sword spirits, together they are extremely powerful sword moves, Ye Mu sighed in his heart.

If he had attacked with all his might last time, how long would he have been able to endure Ye Mu didn't think much about it, and began to prepare for the enemy.

The true yuan exists in the dantian meridians, as soon as the thought arises, the true yuan agitates, travels all over the body, through the air pockets around the body, overflows all over the body, the dragon is from the clouds, the tiger is from the wind, and the power is born, a not fierce, but very vast aura emanates from Ye Mu's body.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, the battle still began, in the last moment, Yang Xuyan was still more than ten zhang away, and in the next second, the magical color mixed with the cold sword light had already reached Ye Mu's body, and the black energy burst out from the sword, and in an instant, it raged towards several key points around Ye Mu's body, and in an instant, the treachery was revealed.

Ye Mu's footsteps moved lightly, dodging two attacks, the other attacks were closer, Ye Mu's right hand swung the sword that had not yet been unsheathed several times, several qi flew out, and the explosion sound that pierced the air resounded all around, the attack was like rain, and the defense was like rain, colliding together, canceling each other, hiding invisible, and the wind and rain temporarily dissipated.

"These two people are proud of their performance. ”

By Wang Shichong's side, Ouyang Xiyi looked lonely when he saw the two after the first wave of fighting, and while he was envious in his heart, he couldn't help but praise loudly.

There is a way to reveal the truth called comparison, Ouyang Xiyi is famous, his seniority is extremely high, he has accumulated a lot of kung fu by his years, it is really not easy, he himself can't help but feel very much, after watching the performance of the two juniors today, he can't help but be very lonely, and he has lived to a piece of rotten wood every year, the more he looks at the two of his descendants, the more embarrassed he is, fortunately, his own cultivation is very high, and there is no more entanglement.

The more amazing the performance of the two, the greater the pressure on Wang Shichong, who was silent on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking that it was best for the two of them to die together, in that way, the grudges he had before would not be tired of himself anyway, but would his luck be as good as ever?

People from other forces were equally shocked, except for the people who were good friends, most of them had the same idea with Wang Shichong, and the young man hoped that the two would fight quickly, and it was best to kill them, leaving them a way to live, otherwise a lifetime of foil would be enough to make people depressed to death.

In a matter of moments, the second wave of attacks had begun.

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