"Feng Shaoxia, you have finished the battle. Please come back. The old man said.

The wind retracted his sword without a trace and turned around.

Behind Feng Wuxi, the disciples of the six major sects were eager to try, but they did not step forward.

This is a battle of justice. Without the order of the boss, no one can act rashly.

"This is fair, and I have taken it alone. Dugu Feiyun said with a smile.

The disciples of the six major sects in the field had already retreated.

"Master, your subordinates, please fight!" said the oldest man with a sword.

"Go ahead. I didn't promise, and no one can leave the teacher. You are still my disciples. "Dugu Feiyun Dao.

"Disciple commands!" The man holding the sword looked excited, bowed to the ground, and after kowtowing three times to Dugu Feiyun, he stood up, walked into the entrance, stood with his sword in hand, and shouted: "Come!"

Behind Ning Feizhou, a middle-aged man walked out, hugged his fist at Ning Feizhou, and said, "Senior brother in charge, I am willing to fight!"

Ning Feizhou nodded and said, "Senior Brother Liao, be careful!"

The middle-aged man hugged Ning Feizhou again, walked into the entrance, drew his sword in his hand, and shouted: "Huashan Liao Rusong, come to seek justice!"

The man holding the sword said lightly: "Sword God disciple." Let's make a move. ”

Liao Rusong stopped talking, the long sword was unfurled, and a pine greeted the guests, and went away to meet the person holding the sword.

Among the crowd of onlookers, many people nodded secretly.

Liao Rusong's style of pine greeting guests is one of the most widely spread and orthodox Huashan sword moves. This style is not only suitable for defense and attack, but also contains the respect of the Huashan Sword Party for the sword fellow swordsmen in the world.

The two sides have almost become an endless situation, but Liao Rusong still uses this move as the first move, which is exactly the demeanor that a famous and decent family should have. Moreover, Liao Rusong's move has obviously made it perfect. If the other party does not respond properly, the next moment, what the other party will face will be Liao Rusong's repeated killing moves like a storm.

Everyone's eyes widened, wanting to see how the Sword God disciple who had been able to get rid of the elder long sword of the Six Great Sects before would deal with such a Huashan sword move in a head-to-head battle.

They saw it.

It's a pity that the vast majority of them only see the results, but not the process they want to see.

Some of them just blinked their eyes for a moment, and the results were already in the field.

Liao Rusong only made one move. The man with the sword only made one sword.

One move determines the winner. A sword divides life and death.

Taibai wins, Huashan loses. Liao Rusong died, and the life of holding the sword.

In the crowd of onlookers, many of them were on the verge of dropping their jaws.

"I have been taught by my teacher for twenty-seven years. Master Ning, if you want justice, let's do it yourself. The long sword in the hand of the man holding the sword pointed diagonally to the ground and said lightly. In the field, another Huashan master returned to Huashan.

"Master, let's go old. An old man in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd and said to Ning Feizhou.

"Uncle Shi......" Ning Feizhou bowed.

"Master Ning, since I have a sword appointment with the six major sects, why should Master Ning be in a hurry?" Dugu Feiyun said with a smile.

"Uncle Shi, this person's swordsmanship is weird. Please also ask Uncle Shi to ......," Ning Feizhou bowed and said.

"Rest assured. The old man in Tsing Yi nodded and walked out slowly.

In the field, there were already Huashan disciples with grief on their faces running out and bringing back Liao Rusong's body.

"Please!" said to the old man in Tsing Yi with a slightly solemn face.

"The old man has forgotten when was the last time he used his sword. Let's make a move. The green shirt on the old man in Tsing Yi was a little wide, which made his figure very thin. When he came out, he didn't have a sword on him. At this time, what he was holding in his hand was Liao Rusong's sword.

"The Huashan faction is really ruthless this time. Upstairs, Jack of Know-It-All glanced out the window and sighed. Since Dugu Feiyun and his party arrived at the sea of grass, as soon as the know-it-all spoke, they sighed one after another.

"It's a bit ruthless. The monk of the Eight Bitters glanced out the window while chewing and said.

"If it's all folded here, the Huashan faction will be greatly damaged. Jack-of-all-trades glanced at Ah Fei and said.

"Old benefactor, when did you become as compassionate as a monk?" the monk sneered.

"I'm old, and I can't see these fights and killings. The know-it-all ignored the ridicule of the Eight Bitter Monks, and glanced at Ah Fei again.

Ah Fei didn't speak. He was sitting in a position not close to the window. If he didn't stand up, Ah Fei wouldn't be able to see the scene downstairs. Even if you see it and hear it, so what? Dugu Feiyun's words make sense. The six major sects have invited so many people from the rivers and lakes to come here, not to be reasonable.

If the people on the rivers and lakes can beat each other, how many people are willing to be reasonable?

Downstairs.

The man holding the sword draws his sword.

The sword is silent. Light as the wind, but as fast as thunder. When the wind rose, the sword light had reached the old man in Tsing Yi.

"It should be Loulan's swordsmanship. Upstairs, Jack-of-all-trades frowned.

The jack-of-all-trades Loulan is not the ancient country of Loulan that has disappeared. The all-traded-all Loulan is the Loulan family. However, similar to the ancient kingdom of Loulan that has disappeared, this Loulan family has not heard of them for at least a hundred years.

"The monk doesn't understand. The Eight Bitter Monk chewed in his mouth, his eyes looked out the window, and his expression was a little solemn.

The old man in Tsing Yi took out his sword.

What the old man in Tsing Yi used was the pine welcome that Liao Rusong had just used.

When the sword light of the person holding the sword killed in front of the old man in Tsing Yi, a pine tree stood proudly.

The sword light is scattered. Loose and eliminated.

The old man in Tsing Yi put away his sword and stood. Along his sword-wielding right hand, drops of blood fell.

"Senior Uncle Ancestor!" behind Ning Feizhou, several Huashan disciples exclaimed.

The person holding the sword had a calm face, slowly put away the sword, held it in his arms, and then slowly turned around and walked towards Dugu Feiyun. There were no scars on his body.

Everyone around them gasped.

Although the vast majority of people don't know the old man in Tsing Yi in the field, since Ning Feizhou calls him uncle, the identity of this old man in Tsing Yi in Huashan can be imagined.

A sword. Another sword.

With just one sword, the person holding the sword injured the elders of the Huashan faction.

How high is this person's swordsmanship?

He didn't say a word, turned around and left, why?

The man with the sword walked steadily, but also slowly.

He slowly walked in front of Dugu Feiyun, slowly knelt down, and said, "The disciple is not talented, and it is an insult to the master." Please punish the teacher!"

When the man holding the sword said the first word, his voice was still very clear. With each word, his voice gradually became hoarse. By the time he uttered the last word, he was barely audible.

"You're doing a great job. I am very satisfied with the teacher. Dugu Feiyun said slowly.

A grateful smile appeared on the sword-wielding man's face, and he lowered his head. Blood began to seep from his chest, gradually staining his shirt red.

Only then did the onlookers understand that the battle just now was won by the old man in Tsing Yi.

Elder Huashan greets the enemy, and his moves are also pine welcomes. The sword is also Liao Rusong's sword.

It's just that this time, it was the old man in Tsing Yi who was injured, but the one who died was the one holding the sword.

"I'm so old, but my heart is still so high. Upstairs, Jack-of-all-trades sighed.

"One has been practicing for twenty-seven years, and the other has been practicing for more than sixty years. The Eight Bitter Monk frowned and said.

"If he hadn't done this, he might not have been hurt. "Everything is in the way.

"It's you, do you want to make it?" said the monk of eight bitterness.

"Is it worth fighting for this breath?"

"You don't understand. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

"Although the old man has no door and no faction, how can he not understand?" sighed again.

Downstairs. In the field.

Ning Feizhou walked out quickly, walked to the old man in Tsing Yi, bowed down and said, "Uncle Shi, please go back." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi handed the sword in his hand to Ning Feizhou and said, "Master, the old man has not been able to produce a sword for a long time." Now that the sword has been released, there is no hurry. ”

Ning Feizhou's expression was solemn and said, "Uncle Shi, you ......"

The old man in Tsing Yi said: "Please go back, boss." ”

Ning Feizhou hesitated slightly, bowed to the old man in Tsing Yi, and walked back to his place, his eyes shining with a cold light.

The eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi fell on Dugu Feiyun.

"Master, disciple, please fight!" a sword-wielding man who looked slightly younger than the previous sword-wiggling man walked up to Dugu Feiyun, bowed to the ground, and said.

"Today is not a fight. If you go, you will surely die. "Dugu Feiyun Dao.

"Please allow Master!" the man holding the sword bowed down.

"In that case, go ahead. Dugu Feiyun sighed softly.

"Thank you, disciple, say goodbye to your teacher!" the man holding the sword kowtowed again and stood up.

Walking in front of the old man in Tsing Yi, the man holding the sword held the sword in his hand and said, "Please!"

"Make a move. The old man in Tsing Yi said.

The man holding the sword draws his sword.

The sound of the sword is fast, the sword light is cold, and with a brilliant sword might, it is indomitable and kills the old man in Tsing Yi.

"The swordsmanship of the Shaolin Temple. Upstairs, Jack of Trades said.

"Demon Sword. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

"How is it better than your Shaolin Temple?"

"Better than a monk. Weaker than the master. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

This time, the situation in the arena was different from what the onlookers had imagined. The old man in Tsing Yi and the man holding the sword did not decide the victory or defeat in one move, let alone life and death.

The old man in Tsing Yi has not yet drawn his sword. He's retreating. Back off. Sideways.

Although he was retreating, the onlookers did not feel that the old man in Tsing Yi was falling behind. Because, the old man in Tsing Yi retreated very calmly.

The man holding the sword took out three swords, and the old man in Tsing Yi retreated three times. After the old man in Tsing Yi retreated three times, he returned to the place where he had been standing, as if he had never retreated at all.

"In the end, it's still decent. Upstairs, Jack of Trades said.

"Not everyone has such a cultivation as him. The monk of the Eight Bitters crunched and crushed a swarm and said.

"The others, I'm afraid they won't use the Demon Sword again. It's a pity that he has worked hard. Jack-of-all-trades sighed.

In the field, the sword momentum of the man holding the sword became more and more powerful, but the old man in Tsing Yi retreated more and more easily. Moreover, every few moves, the old man in Tsing Yi would return to his original place.

The people watching the battle gradually saw some doorways. Those who knew the sword began to look closely. Those who have younger generations around them are even more whispered to remind their younger generations to observe.