With a loud shout, I saw a white-haired old man and an eagle spreading his wings and soaring into the air, his feet had not yet fallen, and the iron sword in his hand was shining in the sun, emitting bursts of cold light, and the tip of the sword had been close to Lin Yu's throat.

Lin Yu turned over with a harrier, flashed over in a hurry, and just stabilized his body, he only heard the old man hahadaxiao say: "Lin Shaoxia's body is really powerful, and he can dodge the old man's Dongfang sword unscathed." ”

Lin Yu knew this person, it was Wu Jianxiong, the head of the Qingcheng faction, the Qingcheng faction was one of the eight major sects of martial arts, and his prestige was prominent, but in the past twenty years, he was a thin person, if there was no Wu Jianxiong's hard support, I am afraid that he would have been replaced by other second-rate sects shili. Wu Jianxiong is now seventy years old, and his only beloved disciple died at the hands of the Western Regions Demon Sect more than twenty years ago.

The most important purpose of his visit to Huashan this time was not to participate in the so-called Huashan Sword Contest for fame, but to select a young talent for his Qingcheng faction who could take on the great task of the rise of Qingcheng, so as to maintain the honor of his sect, so as not to let the ancestral master's hundreds of years of inheritance be destroyed in his own hands.

When Lin Yu first appeared, he was full of fierce sword energy, as well as a calm and calm character, which made him like it, and when he just fought against Zhou Wusun of the Hengshan Sword Sect, he saw it even more really, and couldn't help but secretly wonder to himself, if he got this person, it would not take twenty years for the Qingcheng faction to gain a firm foothold in the entire Central Plains martial arts, and then he could even challenge the Taishan Beidou Shaolin Wudang of the martial arts and become the first major faction in the martial arts.

Lin Yu saw that although Wu Jianxiong, the head of Qingcheng, was not kind and kind, his eyes did not contain much murderous aura, but he could vaguely see appreciation.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yu bowed his hand and said: "The seniors have praised it falsely, and when they fight for a while, I hope that the seniors will show mercy." ”

Wu Jianxiong stroked his silver-white beard, looked up to the sky and said: "Lin Shaoxia is so modest, the Hengshan Sword Sect's stunt Bafang Lai Jianzhen has been defeated in your hands, today let my Qingcheng Sect's Dongfang Sword compete with your Qingfeng Nine Swords."

This Oriental Sword is a superior swordsmanship realized by Wu Tianzi, the ancestor of the Qingcheng Sword School, when he practiced in the Bixia Cave of Kunlun Mountain, because Kunlun Mountain looks at the East, so it is called "Oriental Sword".

When Lin Yu was a child, when he followed his master Qingfeng Old Man to practice the Hundred Schools, he heard his old man mention the Oriental One Sword, the so-called One Sword, in fact, there is no certain move, the key is a "Hua" word, ever-changing, do as you like, not bound by swordsmanship, not within the convention.

When he was in battle, he waved his hand casually, and it didn't seem to use any strength, but it was the supreme swordsmanship and no one in the world could do kung fu. It has four mantras, and only highly qualified people can practice this trick, otherwise, even Hao Shou will not be able to figure out why.

Back then, Wu Tianzi saw that Wu Jianxiong's apprentice was highly qualified, and it was precisely because of this that he didn't even teach his own apprentice, but privately gave it to this apprentice who was only seventeen years old at the time before the immortal left. Before dying, Wu Tianzi also asked Wu Jianxiong to practice this set of the most proud swordsmanship in his life in front of him, and after the sword dance, he left with a smile. It can be seen that Wu Jianxiong had already comprehended the subtleties of the Oriental Sword at that time.

Now the seventeen-year-old apprentice has become the seventy-year-old head of the family, and the Dongfang First Sword has evolved beyond the magic after nearly fifty years of tempering.

Wu Jianxiong looked at Lin Yu's eyes and said with a smile: "Lin Shaoxia, you have to open your eyes and see clearly." As soon as the words fell, the iron sword in his hand was already moving with the wind, and it seemed to be a very easy move, but Lin Yu felt extremely heavy pressure, like a rolling black cloud enveloping his heart, giving him a feeling that he was almost out of breath.

And the technique of swinging the sword is extremely slow, but with Lin Yu's eyes that can catch the wind and shadows thousands of kilometers away, the distance is less than three feet. didn't even capture his sword shadow, this oriental sword is really as the master Qingfeng old man said: Kunlun Bixia, the oriental sword out, the world's swordsmanship, it is difficult to be outstanding, although this sword is crisscrossing the rivers and lakes!

At this time, a gust of breeze blew on his face, his sideburns rose with the wind, Lin Yu gently closed his eyes to feel the rhythm of the wind, the wind came and went, although he didn't bring anything, but the dust and smoke disappeared, and the white clouds fluttered......

After feeling this, Lin Yu suddenly thought that when Master Qingfeng Old Man was teaching him Qingfeng Nine Swords, when he cultivated Dacheng, it was exactly this feeling at that time.

Thinking of this, after Lin Yu settled his mind, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand had subconsciously risen with the rhythm of the wind, sometimes the white clouds came out, the butterflies danced in the breeze, and sometimes the tiger went down the mountain, and the dragon roared for nine days......

Seeing Lin Yu like this, Wu Jianxiong couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, secretly saying that Dongfang Yijian had finally found a successor, even if I was an immortal at this time, I would be worthy of the trust of the ancestor before his death.

Everyone in the audience was already confused at this time, the two went back and forth, the swordsmanship was extremely slow, very light, not like a sword competition, but more like a dancing girl dancing a sword. However, looking at a very relaxed and ordinary sword, some real masters were shocked into a cold sweat, secretly exclaiming that such a swordsmanship is really rare in the world.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes as sharp as a sword like a tiger that had woken up. At the same time, Wu Jianxiong's iron sword had also stabbed straight at him.

This time, Lin Yu did not dodge, but used the same technique as him, swinging his sword to meet the attack! The speed of the two of them seemed to be extremely slow, and they were both sword shadows, but they were like sea langs.

Bang!

The two long swords slammed together violently, sparking sparks of sword shadows, and the surrounding gunpowder explosions rolled out, and the momentum was earth-shattering, which shocked everyone present.

After a while, the dust and smoke dissipated, and the scene that appeared in front of them made everyone even more stunned, only to see that Wu Jianxiong's iron sword had been diagonally on Lin Yu's shoulder, but Lin Yu's Qingfeng Sword had already passed through Wu Jianxiong's silver-white beard, pointing horizontally at his throat.

Wu Jianxiong was defeated, but there was no sadness and frustration on his face, but he smiled very happily, and said with a very indifferent smile: "I lost!" When he said this, his tone was full of relief.

The corner of Lin Yu's eyes subconsciously glanced at the iron sword that crossed his shirt, and a faint trace of blood began to emerge, he knew very well in his heart that the person who was defeated was himself, not Wu Jianxiong, if it wasn't for the mercy of his subordinates who deliberately shifted the blade of the sword by half an inch, I am afraid that he would have died here, not just a little skin injury.

Lin Yu took back the Qingfeng Sword, bowed his hand, and said, "Thank you seniors for your mercy!"

Wu Jianxiong looked up to the sky and smiled, then looked at Lin Yu, lowered his voice and whispered: "Whether you are a minion of Dongchang or not, I have taught you the first sword in the East, I hope you can carry forward this set of swordsmanship, don't let it be lost in the world." If you have time in the future, if you don't understand something, you can go to Qingcheng Mountain to find me. ”

Lin Yu replied respectfully: "Thank you for the kindness of the seniors, if the juniors can get away from here alive today, he will go to Qingcheng Mountain to thank him in person." ”

Wu Jianxiong just looked at him with a smile, without any words, looked at Lin Yu for a moment, and muttered praise: "What a rare genius in a hundred years, I hope you can escape this catastrophe!"

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Yu to answer, he looked up to the sky and smiled, turned around and left the ring, and returned to his seat.

Seeing his calm expression, Sanli Dao shouted loudly: "Master Wu, the Eastern Sword of your Qingcheng Sect is known as the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world, how can it be defeated in the hands of Lin Yu, I think you did it on purpose!"

In the face of the provocation of the Sanli Daoist, the disciples of the Qingcheng faction and the shili of the Haode sect who had friends with the Qingcheng faction all stood up one after another, and both sides were tense, and the scene suddenly became tense.

Wu Jianxiong was not angry, but waved his hand lightly, let the disciples of the Qingcheng faction sit down, and then turned around and smiled at the Sanli Dao Chief, and said: "Sanli Dao Chief, old man, I heard that your Kongtong faction's Seven Wounds Fist is known as the world's first punch, since it is the world's first punch, then you will definitely not lose to Lin Yu's Qingfeng Nine Swords, why don't you go to the stage and try it, and let us all open our eyes and see the true power of your Kongtong Sect's Treasure Seven Wounds Fist, how about it?"

As soon as Wu Jianxiong said this, everyone's attention shifted to the body of the Sanli Dao Chief. At this time, the head of the Sanli Daoist had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and he had not learned Lin Yu's power, and letting him come to power was purely looking for death, but if he didn't go, the face of the Kongtong faction would not be able to hang on the rivers and lakes in the future.

Just when the Sanli Daoist didn't know what to do, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Lin Yu's bloodied left shoulder, and said secretly: The seriously injured tiger is not as fierce as a dog, I'm afraid that he will do something, maybe this is a good time for him to become famous in one fell swoop, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to become famous in the rivers and lakes.

After thinking of this, the Sanli Daoist immediately turned his worries into joy, and responded in a loud voice: "Okay, since your Qingcheng faction can't deal with Lin Yu, then let my Kongtong faction bring up the entire martial arts to eliminate harm." ”

The voice fell, he just took two steps forward, and he met Lin Yu's pair of sharp swords and sharp eyes, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and a chill felt in his heart, and he remembered Lin Yu's performance in the inn that day, and the courage that he had just mustered up was immediately like a deflated ball, completely flattened.

At this time, the head of the Sanli Daoist couldn't help but retreat in his heart, and secretly said: The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if it is an injured tiger, it can eat people, in case Zuihou Lin Yu fights the trapped beast, sees that he has no way to live, and then a fish dies and the net breaks his back, then the gain outweighs the loss. I can't go to this battle yet, but the big words have been spoken, and if I say it, even if I throw out the water, I can't get it back. Now it's not a war, it's not a war, it's not a fight, so he's in a dilemma, I don't know what to do?