A cold snort came from outside the gate. A man and a woman appeared leisurely at the entrance.

The man is tall and handsome, although his face is a little narrow, but it is well-defined, perfect like a marble statue, and his skin is fairer and smoother than that of a girl, but there is no feeling of sissy at all. On the contrary, because of his sharp eyes, he has a deep male domineering charm.

He had a red cloth tied on his forehead, and a tight yellow samurai suit inside his plain blue robe, plus a leather vest, made him look even more broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a sword and a sword hanging on his left and right waists, and he was between twenty-four or five years old, and his form was extremely powerful.

Most of the people present were people who were accustomed to seeing the world, and when they saw this person coming with a hand, they knew that this person was not simple, and because of his high nose and deep eyes, if he was not a Hu person, he should also have Hu blood, and they were all strange in their hearts.

The woman's appearance was not similar to that of Middle-earth, but she was obviously not of the same race as the man, but her face, figure, eyebrows, and skin were so beautiful that people were thrilled. It's just that his expression is as cold as frost, and that charm and demeanor are not inferior to the stunning beauties of Shan Wanjing and Li Xiuning. She was also strange that after crossing the threshold, she deliberately fell half a foot back, as if she wanted to keep a certain distance from the man.

A long laugh rang out from Ouyang Xiyi's mouth, followed by this martial arts veteran who had been famous for decades and shouted: "Okay! The hero is a young man, what is the relationship between the person who came and the Turkic Bi Xuan?"

The person who was talking about it immediately calmed down, and even the big man in blue who was about to make a move was immediately moved, and he didn't dare to act rashly. This alone shows Bi Xuan's prestige in Chinese and foreign martial arts.

The young master's face was surprised, his eyes flashed, and after carefully looking at Ouyang Xiyi, he said lightly: "It turned out to be 'Huangshan Yimin' Ouyang Xiyi, no wonder his eyesight is so smart, but not only has nothing to do with Bi Xuan, but he is still a person he wants to get and is willing to get." ”

When everyone heard this, most of them were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. It was not unusual for him to recognize Ouyang Xiyi, because a majestic and mighty old man like Ouyang Xiyi was really rare in the rivers and lakes, and with a bad clothes, it was even more like his unique signboard.

What surprised them was that this son knew that the other party was Ouyang Xiyi, but he still dared to call him by his name, and even Bi Xuan, who was known as one of the top three masters in the world, didn't seem to pay much attention to him, this is what moved him to teach people.

Wang Tongning sat still, stared at the man intently, and said lightly: "Your Excellency hurt people as soon as you entered the door, although Wang is not good at dancing knives and sticks, he still has to be forced to make a move, report my name!"

At this time, everyone knew that Wang Tong was really angry. Wang Shichong was also looking at the heroic young man, showing a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice to the blue-clothed man before: "There are Wang Lao and Ouyang Lao in charge, Chen Dangjia, please go back." ”

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of people in the hall were even more silent. Although these words are polite, it is tantamount to referring to the fact that Wang Shichong is called Chen Dangjia and cannot afford to provoke this person.

Wang Shichong is recognized as a number of masters in the rivers and lakes, and his eyesight is extremely brilliant, if he also says so, the martial arts of the heroic young man should reach the point of shocking the world.

You must know that this 'Chen master' Chen Yuanzhi is well-known for his Qingshuang swordsmanship, which is enough to be among the masters.

Chen Yuanzhi's eyelids changed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before retreating to the side.

A sneer floated from the corner of the young man's mouth, and he took a moment to say: "In Xia Bafenghan, this trip with this young lady is ......."

The beauty in white said coldly: "You pay you back, I pay me back, who is your companion." Hmph, are you scared?"

When everyone was stunned, Bai Fenghan showed a ridiculous look, it was actually very chic and good-looking, and the men and women present couldn't help but be attracted to him, even Shan Wanjing, who was so arrogant.

Ouyang Xiyi's hand slowly fell on the handle of the sword, and in an instant, nearly 700 people in the hall felt that the temperature in the hall seemed to drop suddenly, and the murderous aura of the cold filled the audience.

Everyone knows that the senior masters who have not moved their swords for decades are about to make a move, and they can't help but retreat as much as possible to make room.

Bafeng's cold tiger eyes flashed, his coat was windless and automatic, fluttering, and his might was not inferior to his opponent at all, as if he was confident that he could be invincible in the world, and he could not live forever.

Wang Tong and Wang Shichong both looked solemn. Clear-eyed people know that since Ouyang Xiyi grew up, the two of them have been competing in momentum.

What is surprising is that this Ba Feng Han from a foreign country can compete with Ouyang Xiyi, who is good at hard skills, in terms of momentum, just this matter has spread to the rivers and lakes, which is enough to make the name of Ba Feng Han move the world with the nameless Ba Feng Han.

The woman in white stood still, her eyes searching the crowd, as if she didn't care about the upcoming battle. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment when the two faced each other head-on.

Ouyang Xiyi took three steps forward, shortening the distance between him and Ba Fenghan to two zhang. The momentum of his steps, coupled with his majestic figure and sharp eyes. Naturally, it exudes an irresistible bearing.

There was still a hint of a smile on the corner of Ba Fenghan's mouth, and the hand behind him pulled up the hem of his robe, holding it at the handle and hilt of the sword, making it impossible to know whether he wanted to use a knife or a sword, or a combination of swords.

Ouyang Xiyi stood still suddenly, looked up to the sky and smiled, and the entire huge hall trembled as if it were trembling.

"Qiang" Bai Fenghan pulled out the knife a little in his right hand, and immediately gave birth to an unparalleled sword qi to resist Ouyang.

At this moment, the Bafeng Cold Knife had come out of its sheath, and several times it made a long rainbow and took the initiative to attack.

Ouyang Xiyi also attacked at the same time.

Two invisible and silent sword qi swords, before the swords touched, they struck together, and there was a loud sound after receiving the good man's hard struggle.

Ba Feng retreated coldly, and stood with a horizontal sword. Seeing that he was still as leisurely as usual, with a smile on his face, and with his tiger body, which was not inferior to this powerful predecessor, he was still standing steady and tough, so he would not make people think that he was being dismissed by the other party.

Ouyang Xiyi stood still, but his upper body shook slightly, and his face showed an unbelievable god present, all of whom were moved.

Who would have thought that this bafenghan, who was only in his twenties, would be able to resist Ouyang Xiyi's attack.

Under the attention of the audience, Ba Feng Han looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "Good sword, I can't imagine that I will only meet a master in the Central Plains and understand it!"

The words fell, and he took the initiative to attack again.

Wang Shichong and Wang Tong exchanged glances, not only seeing the shock in each other's hearts, but also seeing the killing intent of the other party. If this son is not removed, maybe it will be another Bi Xuan.

Ouyang Xiyi also had the same heart as them, and knew better than them that this Ba Feng Han was indeed the most powerful figure in the Turks after Bi Xuan. At such an age, martial arts have reached an unfathomable level. And by his way of looking at people, he knows that this son is a ruthless person by nature, and if such a person does evil, it will be the most harmful.

Realizing the hand, Ouyang Xiyi snorted coldly, and slashed at the sword drawn by the other party from the left side. This sword seems to be unremarkable, but it is really Ouyang Xiyi's life's work, and it has reached the realm of turning decay into magic and great ingenuity. Even if 'Wuzun' Bi Xuan comes in person, he will dare to wait for him.

Ouyang Xiyi's 'Sinking Sand Sword Technique' focuses on momentum, and it is reborn after being put on the dead ground, and victory or defeat is determined by a few moves. At this moment, the killing machine was moved, and the shot was different from the sword that was tested just now.

Ba Fenghan's eyes flashed, and he walked in a strange footwork with strange footwork, only at a distance of a few feet, making people feel that he was not attacking in a straight line, but constantly changing the direction of the angle, but it seemed to be just a straight line. The indescribable feeling was a headache just to watch, and one can imagine how it felt to be the one who was facing him.

For the first time, the white-clothed beauty who came with Ba Fenghan showed a look of attention, and she looked intently at the two masters in the battle.