"Zheng!"

Xuanyang Ancestor's attack was blocked, and a deafening sound of metal crashing suddenly came from the sky.

The people who watched from the back of the hall only felt that the eardrums in their ears were also shaken by this sound, and many people reached out and pressed their ears, their eyes showed a look of horror, and retreated farther away.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng......

In the sky, Xuanyang Ancestor missed a blow, and immediately swiped the giant stick and smashed it towards Yang Tiangang.

He was dressed in a white robe, dressed elegantly, but no one could have imagined that his weapons would be so domineering and wild, and his attacks would be so fierce.

The long shadow of the stick shimmered white in the sky, the red and red arrogance swirled on the giant stick, the air was screamed by the rapidly passing stick, and the sound of the crash echoed in the sky......

All kinds of voices spread throughout the entire Xuanyang Sect.

Compared with Xuanyang Ancestor's fierce attack and smashing, violent and wild opening and closing style, Yang Tiangang's style of play is much gentler. His twin swords were as continuous as spring rain, and the bronze sword shadow combined with the rain and aura on his body to form a defensive shield like an eggshell, which was tightly defended and impervious to wind and rain.

In the sky, the two fought fiercely, and the continuous sound of collision was heard, which shook people's eardrums.

Xuanyang Ancestor is a peaceful appearance, and Yang Tiangang is a wild appearance, but their fighting methods are diametrically opposed to their appearance, which makes people feel weird. If it was said that Yang Tiangang was attacking with a giant stick and Xuanyang Ancestor was defending with a giant sword, Lu Shaoyu would definitely not feel strange.

But now the two are just opposites, which makes people feel like thinking and reality are reversed.

The surnames and appearances of the two are completely different!

"Both of them are weirdos!" Lu Shaoyu muttered secretly in his heart, looking up and watching carefully.

The strength of the two in the sky is equal, even if they change their weapons, they are still deadlocked, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner.

The fight once again entered a stalemate stage, and the two old guys are old foxes who have lived for more than a hundred years, and they have rich combat experience, and it is estimated that they will not easily fall into each other's ways. Although this battle looks dangerous, I am afraid that it will not be decided in a short time.

Sure enough, the battle lasted for a full meal, and the two were still evenly divided, and there was no winner or loser.

"The two who are evenly matched are equal in strength, and the result of fighting again will be the same. Unless someone misses, or someone is still killing and hasn't revealed it yet. ”

Looking at the battle, Lu Shaoyu's heart was thinking.

However, at this moment, something suddenly changed in the sky-

"Whew. ”

Xuanyang Old Ancestor suddenly shouted, and slammed out with a stick with all his strength, the Sky Shaking Stick broke the air, and smashed down towards Yang Tiangang's head, threatening to smash the latter's head into powder.

With the smashing of the sky-shaking stick, his footsteps also followed one step at a time, but this step, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, there was a slight deviation.

The so-called slightest mistake is a thousand miles wrong, and the direction of this stick is naturally a little off.

The master has made a move, and there is no room for negligence. Although this subtle change is only a snap of the fingers, it allows the other party to seize this fleeting opportunity.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Tiangang flashed his head sideways, dodging the blow on the head, and the two swords swallowed the cyan sword rays, stabbing at the waist and ribs of Xuanyang Old Ancestor.

"Haha, old ghost Xuanyang, you can't recognize the old man if you want to!" Yang Tiangang laughed, and the double swords stabbed faster.

The sword light swept swiftly, and Xuanyang Ancestor's eyes suddenly showed a hideous look, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery, and suddenly shouted: "Tiangang old ghost, you have been tricked!"

As he spoke, his hands flipped over, and the heaven-shaking rod changed direction, which was originally slammed down, but now it became swept out.

Sweeping towards Yang Tiangang's waist!

It's a long story, but the real battle is only a fleeting moment. It turned out that Xuanyang Ancestor deliberately exposed his flaws, making the other party think that there was an opportunity, but he fell into a trap instead.

When Yang Tiangang heard this, his face suddenly changed. He overlooked a detail that the stick was much longer than the sword, and before he could stab the opponent, he would first take a stick.

But he is not a dull person, at this moment, he immediately had an idea, his eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, the long sword in his right hand turned to block, but the long sword in his left hand flew out, and the sword light pointed directly at Xuanyang Ancestor.

Xuanyang Old Ancestor's eyes shrank, and he turned around to avoid ......

"Bell!"

"Poof!"

"Wow!"

Almost at the same time, three rings sounded.

Xuanyang Ancestor's sky-shaking rod slammed into Yang Tiangang's long sword, making a bell, but how could Yang Tiangang use his sword with one hand to smash Xuanyang Ancestor's opponent with all his might? This block naturally did not cancel out all the strength, and the remaining part of the strength smashed into Yang Tiangang's waist fiercely.

Yang Tiangang spurted a mouthful of blood. But the long sword he took out of his hand also stabbed the left rib of the Xuanyang Ancestor, who couldn't dodge.

Xuanyang Ancestor was also seriously injured, and blood gushed out.

He suddenly resorted to deception, but in the end, he did not take advantage of the slightest, but made a lose-lose situation.

The two of them retreated violently and separated, the corners of Yang Tiangang's mouth were bleeding, and he was panting in the air with a single sword, while Xuanyang Ancestor also carried the sky-shaking stick, stretched out his hand and patted the wound on his waist and ribs to stop the blood gushing out rapidly. The two glared at each other, and for a while neither of them took the initiative to attack. Standing in the sky, silently confronting!

Those watching from afar held their breath and waited for the results. I am guessing in my heart:

They will continue to fight...... Or do you want to leave it at that?

The strange and quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time, and was finally broken by Yang Tiangang's laughter-

"Haha, haha. It's been less than 50 years, and we're still the same. You still can't help me, and I can't beat you. Yang Tiangang suddenly burst out laughing.

Xuanyang Old Ancestor snorted coldly and did not answer, obviously agreeing with his point of view in his heart. The two have been fighting for a lifetime, but the result is still evenly matched, and neither can help the other.

"We agreed at the beginning that the juniors in the sect would fight as much as they liked, and the two old men of us would never make a move, but we couldn't help but fight today. Yang Tiangang smiled bitterly.

"Hmph, who asked you to steal my martial spirit. Xuanyang Ancestor said coldly.

"Phew, I discovered this martial spirit first, and you used a conspiracy to take it away from me, but now it's yours? But you are a fire surname, and you can't fuse this martial spirit with a metal surname, what's the use of keeping it?"

"Hmph, the treasures are all the ones who can live there, although you found it first, but in the end I grabbed it first, of course it was mine. Whether I can fuse or not is my business, what does it have to do with you?" Xuanyang Ancestor said angrily.

"Hey, shameless. The snatching of things from my hands is so righteous and awe-inspiring. I didn't order this thing to be stolen, and even if I did, it would just be returned to its original owner. Yang Tiangang snorted coldly.

Xuanyang Old Ancestor snorted angrily, but he didn't speak, silently healed his injuries, and wanted to recover as soon as possible.

Yang Tiangang squinted at him, he didn't know his intentions, and said coldly: "There is cold rain power on my sword, which has invaded your meridians, and you don't want to expel it without three or five years." ”

Xuanyang Ancestor's face was stunned, and then he retorted and wanted to ridicule: "Hehe, if you hit me, I'm afraid it won't be much better." ”

Yang Tiangang was silent, the injury he suffered was indeed not recoverable in three or five years, he suddenly sighed softly.

"What are you sighing for?"

This sigh came into the ears of Xuanyang Old Ancestor, and he was a little curious.

"You and I have fought all my life, but no one can win against anyone. If we can't break through again, I'm afraid we'll all die in a few years. After you die, you don't take anything with you, everything is a dream, what's the point of still clinging to these questions now?" Yang Tiangang said lightly, but there was a sense of loneliness in his tone.

When Xuanyang Ancestor heard this, he snorted lightly, but did not speak.

There was silence in the air for a moment, Yang Tiangang's eyes suddenly looked down, turned to the people watching behind the main hall, muttered for a long time, his eyes moved, and he chuckled out loud, as if he was self-deprecating and helpless, looked up at Xuanyang Ancestor, and suddenly said: "Hey, Xuanyang old ghost, how about we make a bet......?"

(This chapter is not very satisfied, changed it a few times, and finally got it done, and it was sent a little late, hehe, sorry, there are two more shifts today, at half past six in the evening and nine in the evening.) Ask for recommendations and favorites. Thank you!)