"Huh, his skills seem to have increased a lot, isn't it to stimulate his potential before the battle, and then do it better?"

Bi Xuan showed surprise, and immediately turned into an appreciative look, and a somersault came to Yuwen Yong's head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Yu Wenyong is the emperor of ten thousand gold, he is also a martial artist who has inherited the warlike bloodline of the Hu people, and in private he has also fantasized from time to time that he has traveled all over the world like many heroes who specialize in martial arts, and has met all the masters at home and abroad...... And Bi Xuan, who is respected in the prairie and is famous inside and outside, is of course one of his favorite imaginary enemies.

Today, this lifelong expectation of the battle suddenly became a reality in front of him without his preparation, and after the initial panic, it was replaced by an all-out boundless fighting spirit, exhausting the clear wisdom of the wisdom...... Life and death, victory and defeat, no longer existed in his mind for a while.

Yu Wenyong also thought about all of Bi Xuan's ways to respond in an instant before making a move, including the opponent's volley jumping, but he still wanted to miss a ...... That is, the scorching yang qi disappeared to the slightest!

Even if the master is blindfolded, he can still grasp the opponent's advance and retreat from the subtle changes in the opponent's strength due to the traction of the qi machine, and the clarity of his induction is better than the bright light in the dark night, so that the two sides know the change of attack and defense, so that they will not miss a little.

But Bi Xuan was able to completely restrain his true qi, that feeling was more difficult to deal with than being suppressed by his hot yang qi to the point that he couldn't move, although he clearly saw the opponent move, it was still like falling from the sun-shining heaven and earth into a dark prison that could not be seen, and suddenly felt that everything was unpredictable, and his sense of horror and shock was maddening.

Bi Xuan's right foot expanded rapidly above, kicking at him as if it was heavy and light, and he was so fascinated that he couldn't believe that he could reach the realm of Rusi with just one kick.

The six escort masters pressed their hearts and slowly moved towards the battle circle...... Different from the previous two who were in the battle against the water, the future and fate of the family or sect behind the six of them were tied to the emperor. The so-called emperor humiliates the death of his ministers, if the emperor really suffers a big loss, they will have to do everything they can to make a move.

They didn't know the changes in the battle situation and Yuwen Yong's current feelings, but they only knew that at the beginning of Yuwen Yong's attack, Bi Xuan had already begun to take off, and he obviously saw through the way of Yu Wenyong's attack.

The difference between high and low is self-evident!

Yu Wenyong suddenly felt that there was no way to change his moves, because the sword momentum was out, and changes that were not under his control would only make his position chaotic and unsustainable.

Only with a cold snort, he moved to the left, and the broadsword was raised, bursting into a rain of sword shadows and light in the sky, and he went down to meet Bi Xuan, who was in the air.

Bi Xuan laughed, and stepped into the sword rain with his right foot unchanged.

A mediocre kick, showing the skill of dry hammering, first pierced through the sword rain, and then the heel did not move and only swept with the toes, and the cowhide boots hit the sword edge without mistake.

Yuwen Yong immediately felt the heat and pain in the meridians of his body, and he actually gave birth to a terrifying feeling of not being able to exert his luck, the dragon body shook violently, and the horizontal movement turned into a body that involuntarily staggered to the side and fell, losing his center of gravity, unable to continue to kill.

Bi Xuanmu stuck straight into the grass like a chun, and his sleeves were brushed out one after another, like a pair of butterflies chasing a game, but it was terrifying, and Yu Wenyong did not have the slightest chance to breathe.

At this life-and-death juncture, Yu Wenyong revealed the results of years of penance and strong foundation, and changed the downward trend into a big spin, and the tip of the sword hit the two sleeves respectively.

"Peng, Peng!" sounded, and Yu Wenyong spun out.

Bi Xuan chased forward like a shadow, Yuwen Yong suddenly turned around again, and the broadsword of the Son of Heaven unfolded with all his strength, rolling Bi Xuan into the sword momentum of the stormy sea.

Bi Xuan laughed and said, "Good sword!" He calmly dealt with it with his sleeves in advance and retreat.

Seeing that Yu Wenyong was finally able to switch from a disadvantage to an offensive and defensive, the six escort masters around him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Only Yu Wenyong, who was in the bureau, knew that this was a matter of life and death, even if he tried his best, the chance of saving his life was still very few - just because this situation was Bi Xuan's gift, on the one hand, Bi Xuan wanted to see his skills, and more importantly, Bi Xuan didn't want the six escort masters around him to detect his danger and intervene to stop it.

It seems that out of some concerns, Bi Xuan wants to fight quickly, and he doesn't want to consume too much mental energy!

At this moment, Yu Wenyong's spiritual will will be defeated and killed if he relaxes his mental will, so he adheres to supreme perseverance and decisively kills the temptation of summoning six subordinates to help.

The broadsword of the Son of Heaven broke into Bi Xuan's sleeve, and it seemed that it could hit the chest of this incomparable grandmaster, but the opponent's chest suddenly turned into a bulging wide sleeve, and the long sword popped out of the shock as soon as it entered the sleeve.

In the next moment, all the rapid movements dissipated like flying smoke.

Before the six escort masters shouted wildly, Bi Xuan kicked Yu Wenyong's hands against the broadsword of the Son of Heaven in front of him, and the latter was thrown off the ground like a kite, and fell into the mud with a straight "bang", and the mud splashed.

A touch of surprise flashed across Bi Xuan's bronze face, and in an instant, he shook off the sleeve of a narrow opening, and laughed: "Your Majesty has surprised me again and again, which is very rare!"

I have retracted my previous nonsense, and such an opponent as Your Majesty is worthy of my eternal memory!"

The six escort masters looked at each other, unclear.

Only Yu Wenyong, who jumped up from the ground and was covered in mud and robe, knew that just after the last move, Bi Xuan's exquisite technique in his sleeve not only dissolved all the strength he poured into the broadsword, but also dispersed most of the true qi in his body.

But the reality is that Yu Wenyong not only blocked this kick, but also had the strength and luck to cover his body, avoiding the embarrassing ending of rolling into a mud figure in the mud and losing his majesty!

Yu Wenyong was not bad, when he was facing a life-and-death crisis, the blood of his whole body gushed out of the pure energy again, and his innate true qi was set right in an instant, and his mental state of mind like water also made him gather violent energy in his right hand and swing the sword in front of him as if instinctively, and his left palm used to suck the dark energy against the back of the sword body.

Under the combined force of the two, he barely gathered enough internal strength on the sword body in the first tenth of the front of the sword body in front of Bi Xuan's soles to dissolve the strength contained in Bi Xuan's foot.

However, this kind of exquisite luck technique is indeed a clever trick that Yu Wenyong has never seen before, and he has never thought of before, so he can't help but wonder if this is a flash of inspiration between his life and death, or one of the gifts given by the person who planted the secret hand in his body?

Even so, he was still thrown and fell by Bi Xuan's mortal kick, if it weren't for the instant buffer of flying in the air, so that he could barely mobilize some true qi to cover his body and isolate the mud that stuck to the ground when he touched the ground, I am afraid that he is now embarrassed, and he has no shame to do it with Bi Xuan again, and there is only one way left to lead the sword to kill himself!

There is indeed a gap between the skills and cultivation of the two that is difficult to make up...... But the gap in skill is narrowing by leaps and bounds in an unexpectedly mysterious way!

Yu Wenyong was still as calm as ever, feeling the afterglow of the second stream of pure energy gushing out of his blood, and the whole body once again strengthened a point of essence energy...... In a trance, it seems that even the spiritual will has been condensed!

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a smile that exuded strong confidence and fighting spirit, Yu Wenyong raised his sword and pointed directly at Bi Xuan, first looked up to the sky with a long smile, and Gu Pan said proudly and coldly: "Venerable Bi Xuan...... This is the second mistake you've made, the first mistake is the first move you use with all your might to kill me!

Please note that there are only a handful of mistakes you can make again!"

The six escort masters around him were dazzling, and they didn't expect that after Yu Wenyong was repeatedly frustrated under Bi Xuan's hands, not only was he not discouraged, but his courage and domineering spirit became stronger and stronger, and he was gradually able to compete with Bi Xuan, who was intimidating the prairie, at least in terms of momentum confrontation.

Bi Xuan had an appreciative look on his face, it was nothing to improve his skills, but it was not easy to gather confidence and will!

With a smile, he took a few steps forward, shrunk the distance between the two to three feet, and said calmly: "The more you fight, the more courageous you are, it is indeed rare, don't talk nonsense, and let me see how you can grow in your next move." ”

At the moment when Bi Xuan stopped, Yu Wenyong took three steps forward, shrinking the distance between the two to two zhang, and the broadsword of the Son of Heaven held in his right hand did not move at all, but the whole person became as sharp as a sword, and a fierce sword qi surged towards the martial arts master who had frustrated him one after another.

His face became extremely cold, his eyes shone with a strong belief that was as solid as a substance, and his body was like an arrogant pine cypress rising from the sky, giving people the feeling that no matter what storm he encountered, he would still stand.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Bi Xuan's eyes, and his whole body was first rippled and fluttering under the impact of the sword qi, and suddenly became immobile again, and he lightly dissolved the opponent's sword qi without moving.

Seeing this, the six escort masters around him lifted their hearts again.

The corners of Yu Wenyong's mouth escaped a smile of satisfaction, and he looked at the broadsword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Since I ascended to the extreme emperor, this sword has never left the body half a step, it was nameless before, and now it is called the dragon!"

The dragon stinger, the dormant dragon, or the sleeping dragon, has also been used as a metaphor for the hidden warriors who retreated from the torrent in ancient times!

Except for Yu Wenyong himself, no one present understood why he temporarily gave his beloved sword this obviously ominous name in the decisive battle of life and death, including Bi Xuan, who thought that he had seen Yu Wenyong transparently!

"Dragon?...... It is not a powerful dragon that represents the brave and fearless, nor is it a Xuanhuang true dragon that symbolizes unyielding to death, nor is it a dragon that can bend and stretch, but a dragon that continues to exist but falls into a long sleep?"

For the first time, Bi Xuan's grim and profound eyes flashed gloomy suspicion, and the development of the battle situation, and even Yu Wenyong's words and thoughts were beyond his expectations, and it ruthlessly heralded that his original chances of winning were obviously declining! )