Zhao Zhijing looked at Huang Yaoshi opposite him at this time, although he still had a smile on his face, he attached great importance to it in his heart, more than he and Hong Qi. This Huang Yaoshi is well-versed in astronomy and geography, and knows all about the gossip of the five elements, Qimen Dunjia, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even farmland and water conservancy, and economic strategy.

The personality is deviant and arrogant. Withdrawn personality, strange movements, and erratic figures, like ghosts. He ignores "traditional etiquette", but respects his loyal ministers and filial sons the most, and his personality is chic.

And all this is not what Zhao Zhijing attaches the most importance to, or is afraid of him. Where Zhao Zhijing is really jealous of him is his superb martial arts talent. Alone to create a line of Peach Blossom Island, martial arts is a family of its own. A self-created martial arts has left a strong mark in the original work.

Zhao Zhijing put away the sword and sheathed it back and said: "Senior, today's kid is not self-sufficient, and I hope that my predecessor will not hesitate to teach!" Zhao Zhijing's words were still echoing, and at this time, Huang Yaoshi and he both knew that the battle between the two had really begun, and all the previous temptations had ended, and then Zhao Zhijing, who had a sword, would put all his mind into this seemingly non-dangerous exchange.

Zhao Zhijing held the hilt of the sword with one hand, his body pressed down slightly, and the domineering and abnormal true qi of the ruins in his body was surging, moving quickly in the meridians, and the Purple Emperor Sword in the scabbard seemed to be unsheathed at this time, constantly trembling, and the sound of the long sword rubbing against the scabbard came from Zhao Zhijing's side, making the lake ripple one after another.

Huang Yaoshi, who felt Zhao Zhijing's fighting spirit, was no longer just an interesting exchange in his heart at this time, and his mind was also immersed in this battle that was about to begin.

A reed leaf drifting in the wind fell between Zhao Zhijing and Huang Yaoshi, making the lake calm at this time. There are ripples, like a horn sounding in the soul!

"Cangchangchang!"

The Purple Emperor Sword on Zhao Zhijing's waist was instantly unsheathed, and Zhao Zhijing's figure turned into an off-string arrow at this time and galloped towards the Huang Yaoshi in front of him. At the same time, Huang Yaoshi, who was holding Yu Xiao, swept his free hand in the air, and a little rain fell into his hand. I saw that his middle finger was bent, and it was a "snap of his fingers!" to Zhao Zhijing, who was galloping at this time.

The raindrops were instantly filled with Huang Yaoshi's true qi, and the weak water droplets popped out of his hands, turning into a fragmented feather arrow, which could pierce the golden cracked stone.

Zhao Zhijing, who came at a gallop, held the Purple Emperor Sword tightly in his hand, and a layer of true qi covered the purple sword body, like a burning flame, and the purple aura was rising. I saw Zhao Zhijing take advantage of the momentum and slash the water droplet in front of him, and the three-finger-wide sword body swept in the air, and the little water droplet instantly turned into a sharp arrow, flying upside down towards Huang Yaoshi.

These water droplets, which contained true qi and were advancing rapidly, pierced through the air, drawing long marks in the slightest rain curtain at this time, and a piercing scream came from the air.

Huang Yaoshi, one foot out of the spirit of the step, for the hand holding the jade flute, the sleeve sweep, is a slap in the air. The whistling palm wind shot out from his palm, like an invisible blade, splitting the water droplets swept out by Zhao Zhijing's sword, and the strength of the burst also split the surface of the lake with cracks several feet deep.

"Huh", the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand and the jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand rubbed into a piercing sound, and the purple electricity and the jade flute instantly separated. And during this period of time, Zhao Zhijing's vacated hand instantly made a palm, and the big demon palm recorded in the "Nine Yin True Scripture" was instantly launched, and Huang Yaoshi, who was opposite him, was not inferior, and the sleeve of his hand that did not hold the jade flute was swept away, and his fingers instantly turned into a flat palm, and a blue wave palm was instantly opened.

The weapons in the hands of the two were still rubbing, but the remaining hands were palmed together, and suddenly a muffled sound came out between the two, and there seemed to be an invisible force behind the two of them pulling them back, and the figure close at hand instantly retreated.

Zhao Zhijing, who stopped his figure, the true qi in his body was running, and the spiral nine shadows recorded in the "Nine Yin True Scripture" were instantly used. The figure flickered, and the figure of Jiu Dao holding the Purple Emperor Sword went to the acupoints everywhere around Huang Yaoshi's body.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi, who was not flustered at all, held the hand of the jade flute tightly, shook the jade flute in his hand, and the shadow of the Taoist jade flute filled the air, like a peacock opening the screen, and swept towards several figures of Zhao Zhijing in front of him;

"Poof" A few clear sounds, Zhao Zhijing's figures dissipated in the air, and the long sword in his hand at this time had already reached Huang Yaoshi's throat. The gushing sword qi made the hairs around Huang Yaoshi's body stand up instantly, and a subtle red mark appeared on his neck.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi flicked his fingers, and a "snap of his fingers" instantly used it, knocking the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand off, and holding the hand of the jade flute, with a wave in an instant, the jasper flute held Zhao Zhijing's purple sword blade.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing had already made several moves, but they all returned in vain. As a senior, Huang Yaoshi has already blocked these moves, and he is no longer polite at this time, treating Zhao Zhijing as a master of the same level, and using a hand of "snapping his fingers", taking advantage of Zhao Zhijing's long sword being framed at this time, instantly turned into a palm. His famous stunt "Luoying Divine Sword Palm" was instantly swung.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing looked at Huang Yaoshi's flying palms, as if he saw pieces of peach blossoms falling in front of his eyes with the wind, and his heart seemed to be unable to help but immerse himself in it. But suddenly there was a slight tingling pain in his chest, and Zhao Zhijing instantly came back to his senses and saw that Huang Yaoshi's palm, which was different from the ordinary palm method containing the edge of the sword move, was already close to his chest. If you take off your robe at this time, you will see that there are already slight red marks on Zhao Zhijing's chest.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhijing did not have a hand holding a sword, and instantly pointed into a sword, and the sharp sword qi condensed in his fingertips, stabbing at the palm of Huang Yaoshi's swing in an instant.

The qi was agitated, and the sword qi and palm wind shot out around Zhao Zhijing and Huang Yaoshi at this time, and suddenly rolled up the lake and the raindrops in the air, and the water splashes bloomed in the air, and the water surface where the two of them stood was suppressed by an inch at this moment.

"Boom" The water splash around the two people exploded instantly, and the flying water splashed in all directions, and the two people who intersected each other retreated one after another. Huang Yaoshi's palm was pointed at by Zhao Zhijing's sword, and Zhao Zhijing's two people also had a slight stinging pain at this time, and the blow of the two of them ended as if they were indistinguishable.