Yagyu Ichiro started from the start, until he rushed to the death of the emperor, except for the move, the posture of holding the knife remained completely unchanged, but the shouting was doubly poignant, as if under this blow, it was his desperate gamble.

"Hah!"

Yagyu Ichiro slashed twice at the Imperial Death in a row. It was all slashed, the sword wind was piercing, and only from the sound of the long knife breaking through the air, the power of these two knives could be felt, and it was indeed extremely powerful.

Huangfu Yan smiled lightly, and his footsteps moved slightly, dodging the attack of Yanagi Ichiro's two swords.

Helian Tieshu's face changed several times, and he muttered: "Yanagi Ichiro has a magic knife in his hand, how can Huangfu Shaoxia be an opponent!"

Murong Xihua heard this and said with a smile: "This is a bad word, the weapons in the world, no matter how powerful they are, they are only used by people after all." Brother Huangfu's swordsmanship is superb, even if an ordinary sword is in his hand, it can exert twelve points of power!"

Helian Tieshu didn't speak, obviously disapproving.

One blow failed, and Ichiro Yanagi already understood the difficulty of the kid in front of him. Standing on the side of the emperor's death, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he was engrossed in the magic knife.

This magic knife is all black, and it has a breathtaking momentum.

The knife in Yagyu Ichiro's hand has a great origin, it is the blade of the town faction of the Dongying Juhe Shrine, and for countless years, I don't know how much blood I have drunk, and it has become a magic knife long ago.

Twelve years ago, the Fuso Kunigenji clan planned to establish the Kamakura shogunate, clashed with the Yagyu family, and slaughtered the Iai Shrine, only Yagyu Ichiro was seriously injured and fled to the Central Plains, where he was taken in by the Western Xia Ichipindo, who recruited masters everywhere.

After more than ten years of operation, Yagyu Ichiro has a very high status in Yipintang. The reason for this, in addition to his own outstanding martial arts, is also related to this magic knife.

Suddenly, he let out a long roar, and slashed the head of the emperor with the magic knife with the overwhelming force.

Murderous!

Huang Fu Yan felt that in the knife momentum, a stream of cold energy was surging back and forth, and he couldn't help but resist with all his might.

But this cold aura is really evil, and the murderous aura is clear, although it is only a trace of cold aura that invades the body, but Huangfu Yan is still affected by it, as if he sees a mountain full of corpses and bones, and blood flows like a river.

Rao is his soul is strong, and he is almost lost. The heart was awe-inspiring, and immediately the cold light in his eyes burst out, and a chain of seven palms was split, each palm was a faint thunder, and the real kung fu was also cast.

Forcing back Yanagi Ichiro, Huangfu staggered under his feet, laughed loudly, and shouted: "Not long ago, I realized a style of swordsmanship, called 'One Sword from the West', and I will use you to open the front today." ”

When Yagyu Ichiro heard this, he stopped the offensive and switched to a one-handed sword, concentrating on defense.

Dongyingju is a knife flow, attacking in defense, and defending in attack.

Huang Fu Yan raised his head and smiled, and gently pulled out his sword.

The scabbard is bronze, and the body is also cyan. Unlike the evil spirit of the magic knife in Yagyu Ichiro's hand, this Qingfeng sword exudes ethereal freedom.

As if sensing the aura of the magic knife, Qingluan Sword let out a soft groan.

"What a strange sword!" Yagyu Ichiro exclaimed.

When Huang Fu heard the sound of the sword, he flicked the sword and smiled: "Yanagi Ichiro, let's make a move." ”

A compelling essence flashed in Yanagi Ichiro's eyes, and he laughed wildly: "The prince of the emperor, you are toasting and not eating and drinking." A strange scream sounded in his mouth, and the sword flashed, slashing towards the emperor.

Huangfu Yan was not in a hurry to take out the sword, his right palm was drawn out of the incoming knife, and his body slid sideways to bully him.

Ichiro Yanagi's knife was fierce and fast, and he felt a sticky force that led the magic knife to slash down in the sky, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

At this moment, Huangfu Yan flipped his five fingers, and the sword body turned around and roared.

Ichiro Yanagi is powerful and difficult to use, and he howls again and again.

The faces of everyone in Yipintang changed greatly, and it was difficult to accept that Ichiro Yanagi had fallen into disadvantage for a while.

You must know that Ichiro Yanagi's martial arts have an excellent foundation, and he can already be regarded as a famous martial arts player, and he has a magic knife bonus, so he can be described as a leading figure in Yipintang. Huangfu's name is unknown, and he is young, but he can fight back, leaving him helpless, which is really incredible. If it is spread out of the rivers and lakes, it will be unbelievable for a while.

In the blink of an eye, Yagyu Ichiro slammed his heart and used a move from the leg technique passed down by Xixia Yipintang, and kicked it out in the light of the knife. He has practiced this leg for two years, and he has really made a contribution at this time.

Kicking the body of the emperor's sword away, Yanagi Ichiro no longer dared to keep his hand, and suddenly spat out the flames of Changhong, and the sword light rolled towards the emperor's death like a match, and the magic knife made a slight strange sound.

Huangfu's body suddenly rolled up a gust of wind and used a "sword to the west". The mist turned into clouds and meandered to fly. This self-created swordsmanship integrates the magic of the sea of clouds, the virtual and the real, and the impermanence of the water, the torrent floating, making people feel like falling into the quagmire.

For a while, the spirits of the two were fused with their respective weapons, and the sword soul and the sword spirit were fighting each other. The roar of the magic knife and the roar of the Qingluan sword blended together, like a war song.

It's a battle that few people can understand. As the two of them continued to speed up, outsiders gradually lost sight of the moves used by the two.

The sword qi and the sword qi met in the middle of the way, and a powerful gale swept up. When the people outside the field saw it, they all changed color. It was a long time before the gale stopped.

Yagyu Ichiro's face was pale, the tiger's mouth holding the knife was already blurred, and the bright red blood was flowing down drop by drop, and the strange thing was that until the last drop of blood flowed out, the blood did not drip on the ground.

Huangfu Yan stared at the tip of Yanagi Ichiro's magic knife without blinking, staring at the drop of blood that had not grown for a long time. It can be seen that most of the blood and water flowing out of Liu Sheng have been swallowed up by this magic knife.

Only this last drop of blood, condensed but not devoured.

Finally, as Yagyu Ichiro's magic knife began to tremble, this drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

As if some secret method was used, at this moment, Yagyu Ichiro's face seemed to be immediately covered with wrinkles, and he was extremely gray.

Huangfu was worried in his heart, and he didn't know what tricks this little devil was going to make.

Yanagi Ichiro let out a sickly low roar, slapped out his left palm, and the magic knife in his right hand turned into a black light, attacking the emperor.

Huangfu snorted coldly, and Qingluan Sword greeted him.

From the time the blood left the tip of the knife to the time it fell to the ground, in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than twenty moves.

Soon, only the sound of "boom" was heard, the angry wind roared, and the energy was emptied. The two clapped each other in mid-air and separated again.

Yanagi Ichiro flipped three somersaults in mid-air, and after landing on the ground, his body shook slightly, his teeth were clenched, his face was purple and swollen, and he glared at the emperor twice, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dirty blood on the ground.

When Fang Ling saw it, she suddenly smiled.

Everyone followed her gaze, only to find that two white teeth in the stained blood were still rolling on the ground a few times. At this time, looking at the bright red marks on Yagyu Ichiro's face, he suddenly understood that it was knocked out by the emperor with the back of his sword.

Yanagi Ichiro was extremely annoyed and embarrassed by everyone, and turned his head to the emperor and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for my failure and failure to practice the 'Qiankun One Blade', where would you be allowed to deceive people so much!"