Speaking of his own affairs, Zhuo Bufan was still a little squirming, and laughed, and wanted to try the skills of this well-known little junior brother, and said: "Hey, little junior brother, are your hands itchy?"

Huang Fu Yan knew that his senior brother was extremely arrogant, and he also wanted to see his sword magic skill, so he smiled and said, "What, senior brother wants to compete?"

As he spoke, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they had already arrived at the courtyard.

"Please!" Zhuo Bufan looked expectant.

Huang Fu Yan knew that he held his own identity, and he was not polite, and the long sword circled, and a sword light swept away.

When Zhuo Bufan saw it, his eyes lit up, the tip of the sword shook, and three sword flowers were shaken, attacking the left and right in front of the emperor's death. Unexpectedly, the other party's figure fell, and it was suddenly two long rainbows, passing through the sky. Zhuo Bufan was not surprised, laughed, his wrist slammed, and he carried the sword like a dragon, and he actually showed a point on this broken sword, and the wind swept towards the laughing waist point on the waist of Huangfu.

As a high-level dragon set in the Tianlong era, a generation of swordsmanship masters, Zhuo Bufan's superb swordsmanship is not much more than that of Huangfu Yan, and it seems that the speed of the move and the accuracy of the grasp have really reached the point of reaching the peak.

Seeing this extremely tricky move, Huangfu's wrist shook and his sword slanted, the sword qi was confused, the blue light flashed, and the blade of the sword had been slashed towards the tip of the opponent's sword.

Zhuo Bufan lost another move, the green steel sword in his hand stabbed out, not waiting for the emperor's death move to use the old, a style of "phoenix nod", the sword light is like washing, the phoenix wings are like clouds, and the attack is fierce.

With a bang, the two swords struck each other, buzzing, the sound of the earthquake was endless, and in the sword light, the two of them had already made ten moves in a row.

These two swordsmanship is fast, although they did not fight with all their strength, but they also used their moves.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't understand how Huang Fu Yan could defend his mysterious and subtle sword moves with just three strokes of Zhou Gong's swordsmanship? With his experience of practicing swords since he was three years old and practicing martial arts for decades, he couldn't explain all this in front of him, let alone understand Huang Fu Yan's swordsmanship realm. The only thing that can be understood is that his little junior brother's comprehension of swordsmanship is extremely deep, far beyond his imagination, and has almost reached the level of turning decay into magic!

But he will call himself a sword god in the future, and he is by no means an ordinary person. The essence of his eyes shot out, and he shouted contemplatively: "The divine sword is like me, I am the sword god!" The long sword stood up, and a half-foot green light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.

Huangfu Yan's eyes lit up, and he had the intention to use his sword to compete with him, but he also knew that this would inevitably affect the injury and make it worse. After hesitating for a moment, he used the "Sword of Huilong", and Qingluan spread his wings and hit the opponent's water, qi sea, and Guan Yuan acupoints. This move was very exquisite, Zhuo Bufan's half-foot edge couldn't get close to the opponent's body, and he was forced to block hard, with a bang, the two swords intersected vigorously, and he took a step back.

"Good sword!" Zhuo Bufan praised, you know, ordinary blades can't resist the sharp edge of the sword at all. As he spoke, he raised his arms, just like the Heavenly King Tota, and his sword was swallowed, and he fought with Qingluan's sword.

The sword mang's magic skill was indeed good, and Huang Fu's dragon return technique only performed five moves, and the strength on it was dissipated, and he collected the sword and returned to his hand, holding the soldier and condensing.

Zhuo Bufan pressed closely, the sword did not arrive, the wind was fierce, and his face was painful.

Huangfu was secretly stunned, and a sword was raised, and he greeted Zhuo Bufan's sword. As soon as the two heard the news, I felt that my internal breath sank, and the turbidity rose to my chest, and I almost couldn't spit it out anymore.

Zhuo Bufan's sword shadow is like a mountain, overwhelming. Huangfu screamed, and attacked dozens of swords in an instant, and his body moved and moved, like a shadow, and he had raised his swordsmanship and footwork to the extreme.

But Zhuo Bufan's sword stunt is the true inheritance of the predecessors, if it weren't for the Qingluan sword in the hands of the emperor Fu Fu is too sharp, many blocking, gridding, smashing, collapse and other tricks to deal with ordinary blades must be discarded and cannot be used.

After a hundred moves, both of them have gained a lot, and the more they fight, the more calm they become, and they are fully immersed in the way of the sword, and many exquisite moves that they have never thought of and have never seen come out.

Huangfu Yan's sword moves are getting faster and faster, the sound of "devouring" breaking the air on the sword is more and more sharp, and the sword body faintly reveals an inch of sword qi, which is obviously due to the internal force, although it is not as good as the sword born by Jian Yuan, but there is also another sharp energy.

It can be beaten to 200 moves, Zhuo Bufan's sword has been like fireflies, and the internal strength of Huangfu Yan has not weakened, but seems to have suddenly increased his strength for ten years, surging and endless.

Zhuo Bufan was exhausted, and Huang Fu almost subconsciously used a strong eagle claw skill to catch it. Looking at the surprised Huangfu Death, Zhuo Bufan said angrily: "Don't fight, you little monster has a long breath, and you don't go all out, it's just going to tire your senior brother!"

"Senior brother, why don't you resist this claw of mine?" Huang Fu Yan was a little puzzled, his move came out at will, if he resisted head-on, there would be no difficulty.

"Hey, although this 'sword mang' is good, but this is based on the transformation of all the true qi in the body into sword qi as the early stage, when the fists and feet are stimulated, the luck is strong, but it is not so wishy-washy. After that, Zhuo Bufan played the sword and sang.

"Can't the sword qi use fist and foot kung fu?" Huang Fu Yan was a little puzzled, could it be that this sword qi was somewhat similar to his own sword yuan?

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him and said: "Fist and foot kung fu naturally has the number of fists and feet, most of them are from the dantian body, and the internal strength flows through the eight veins of the Qi meridian and merges into the hands and feet. But this sword qi is complete, domineering and abnormal, and after a long time, how can ordinary people's meridians stand it?"

Huangfu Yan sighed, this sword qi may not be as good as his own sword yuan, but it is not comparable to ordinary true qi. Zhuo Bufan is cautious, knows self-restraint, and does not use his fists and feet. Originally, he also remembered to find a powerful internal strength secret book for Zhuo Bufan, so it seems that the stronger the internal strength, the more unfavorable it is for him, and it is no wonder that he is a lot older, and his skill is not even comparable to Murong Fu.

Zhuo Bufan naturally guessed his thoughts, the Black Wind Castle has collected countless cheats during this time, and finding one or two suitable mental methods to cultivate will definitely improve his cultivation, but his sword qi at this time is already the limit that his physical body can bear, and if he forcibly cultivates a more intelligent internal strength mental method, it is a little more than worth the loss.

The two talked for a long time, and Huang Fu finally mentioned his intention to leave.

"Why do you have to leave so soon?" Zhuo Bufan was a little puzzled.

Huangfu Yan smiled faintly, looked into the distance and said, "There are some private matters to deal with, senior brother don't have to worry." Now that the entire sect is thriving, with a senior brother in charge, I can rest assured!"

"You're doing a comfortable job!" Zhuo Bufan muttered, this kid actually found a little junior sister for himself, and he also passed on his skills on behalf of the teacher, isn't this a pit senior brother!

"Okay, don't complain, aren't there still elders, plan well, next time we meet, it's time to reopen the mountain gate!"

"What about this side?"

"This side can be developed into a rudder, these territories are strategic, you and a few elders can plan it well when you have time!" Huang Fu Yan patted Zhuo Bufan's shoulder and urged earnestly.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes lit up, nodded heavily, he was excited, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother will work diligently, and strive to make greater contributions to the glory of my one-word Huijian Gate!" It took a long time to react and be stunned by the pie painted by the emperor's death, "Alas, this kid, but I like it!" (To be continued.) )