The two Grandmaster-level masters were ready, and we were all arranged to retreat to 500 meters away from the lake, and the decisive battle between the two of them was on Sun Moon Island in the middle of the lake, which was said to be based on the safety of the spectators. After all, when the gods fight, the sky and the earth are surging, and if we accidentally hurt us, the gains outweigh the losses.

Hearing the melodious sound of a flute, a person in white clothes fluttering on the south side of Qingfeng Lake, a boat without wind. The peachwood sword god has one person and one sword, and slowly sails towards Sun Moon Island, endlessly chic.

Liu Qingfeng said, don't say anything else, if I learn this trick, the pickle girl will definitely be invincible. The three sayings say that you care about my January wine and meat, and I will teach you this trick. Liu Qingfeng didn't believe it, looking at your skinny bones, it is estimated that your martial arts are not as good as mine, and you still want to fool me? Alas, Liu Qingfeng was kicked out of three zhang and fell into a. This girl's face changed immediately, the avenue is long, and it will end in a while. The three vulgar pursed their lips, which is about the same.

Three vulgar sayings, Zhao Ritian, this kid is a mixed martial arts, internal strength to the heavenly gods, swordsmanship and sword moves are taught by his brother-in-law's predecessor sword god Dongmen Blowing Wind, it is said that the East Gate Blowing Wind has been obsessed with swords all his life, thirty years ago after a battle with the Black Cloud City Lord, he has realized the way of "no sword", Zhao Ritian also learned a god, which can be among the top ten masters in the world.

The sound of the flute fell, and the sound of the pipa began. The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Everyone by the lake listened to it fascinated, it seemed that Xiaosheng Jianghu had really taken great pains for this decisive battle, and it had not yet started, and it was worth the ticket price just to build momentum. The sound of the pipa turned sharply, like broken beads falling on the plate. Qingfeng Hubei Longhu Mountain, Qingyun Dao Changye Liangchen was in a long robe, stepping on the waves, and went straight to Sun Moon Island. Just as the two were about to meet, the sound of the pipa stopped, and everyone held their breath.

Qingyun Dao Chang soared into the air, and the long sword slashed a dazzling white light in the air, slashing towards Zhao Ritian. Before Zhao Ritian's peachwood sword was unsheathed, it was snatched by Ye Liangchen and moved to dodge. With a click, the boat was split in half by a sword. Zhao Ritian tapped the side of the boat and jumped onto Riyue Island.

I said that Zhao Ritian pretended to be big, one wrong step, one wrong step, and lost the first move, I'm afraid that the next step will be mysterious. It is said that the swordsman attaches the most importance to the qi of a sword, and the sword moves and swordsmanship can be coordinated with the breathing rhythm of the swordsman to exert the greatest power.

Ye Liangchen slashed out eighteen swords with one move, like lightning and flint, we laymen only looked at the surface, and only felt that the sword was full of power and great power. The surrounding audience applauded.

Liu Qingfeng's face was very ugly, I asked what was going on, and he said with a bitter face, I bought Zhao Ritian ten taels of silver at the Silver Hook Gambling House. I had to comfort myself by saying that this was not the beginning, maybe it would be the other way around in a while.

After the eighteen swords, I thought that Ye Liangchen would take advantage of the ventilation to pause, but who expected that after the eighteen swords, he followed up with the twenty-four swords, and the sword turned red and increased to three feet. Zhao Ritian retreated step by step, and the Sun Moon Island was full of golden chrysanthemums, which were swept by the sword, and they were raised one after another, and they fell colorfully. Liu Qingfeng sighed and said, the chrysanthemums were remnant, and the ground was full of wounds.

I don't know if it was deliberately arranged by Xiaosheng Jianghu, or the real level of the two, the peachwood sword god Zhao Ritian never made a sword from beginning to end, and the Qingyun Dao Chief's offensive continued unabated, and he unknowingly had more than three hundred swords. During this period, the sword of Qingyun Dao grew by three feet, and its color changed to black. Zhao Ritian was no longer dressed in white, although he was not seriously injured, but his clothes were cut into long strips of cloth by the sword.

The tattered clothes of the peachwood sword god Zhao Ritian were messy in the air, but he never made a sword. It is said that Zhao Ritian seems to have fallen into a disadvantage, but his strength is reserved, and he has already realized the art of the sword a few years ago, and he doesn't make a move, just waiting for an opportunity. Liu Qingfeng originally wanted to die, and after listening to the words of the three customs, he almost wanted to hug the three customs and kiss them.

Ye Liangchen, the master of the Ming Dynasty and the head of Qingyun Dao, attacked eight hundred and thirty swords with a three-foot long sword and a six-foot sword, and he was exhausted in one breath, and he was about to breathe. Zhao Ritian stepped sideways and jumped out of the battle circle. Although Zhao Ritian's clothes were in tatters, his face was calm, and he said coldly, is that all this is all there is to it?

Zhao Ritian shouted loudly, the wind is coming!

A gust of wind on Riyue Island was blowing, and the remnant chrysanthemums rolled up in the wind were golden all over the sky, like golden armor hanging all over the island. The wind centered on Zhao Ritian, forming a tornado, and sand and gravel rose in all directions. However, the shore of Qingfeng Lake is calm and calm, which makes people feel amazing. Liu Qingfeng suddenly came to his senses and screamed wildly with everyone. It is worthy of being the No. 1 first-class master!

The tornado swept the remnants of chrysanthemum and sand and stones towards Ye Liangchen, Ye Liangchen did not retreat, he stood with a horizontal sword, and when the tornado attacked in front of him, the long sword soared, and a sword slashed away. The tornado suddenly turned like a spinning top, and the momentum of destroying the world was scattered, the chrysanthemums fell to the ground, and the sand and gravel returned to the earth.

Zhao Ritian shouted again, the rain is coming!

A series of water arrows shot up from Qingfeng Lake and gathered towards Zhao Ritian, and then formed a series of water swords, rotating around Zhao Ritian, Zhao Ritian stretched out his hand, and the water sword in the sky attacked Ye Liangchen again. Ye Liangchen's long sword was swung and clanged, and each sword slashed into a water sword. The water current, which usually looks weak, was driven by Zhao Ritian, like Jin Ge, and a sword rain fell in the sky. Ye Liangchen finally lost his master's demeanor, and his clothes were as ragged as Zhao Ritian.

Zhao Ritian shouted again, the sword is coming!

The heroes of the rivers and lakes who watched the battle on the shore of Qingfeng Lake, the sword of the sword box in their hands, actually came out of their sheaths one after another and rushed towards Sun Moon Island. A total of sixty-four long swords of various shapes. The long sword formed a cone-shaped sword formation in the air and shot towards Ye Liangchen. Ye Liangchen's expression was solemn, and the dance of a long sword was impenetrable, full of defensiveness.

The peachwood sword in Ye Liangchen's hand was finally unsheathed.

Everyone, including me, widened their eyes and held their breath.