"Bell!"

A crisp sound swept away from the collision of the two swords, and the duel between the two officially began! Ling Hu Heng still only knew the introductory swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword Sect - the Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles, but Ling Hu Heng was fearless, after all, the opponent was only a late stage of foundation building!

As soon as they fought, the boy was secretly frightened, and thought: "I have been cultivating for a year to wash away the hatred of that day, but I still can't help him?" Thinking of this, the steel teeth gritted and shouted: "I, Zhao Xuanyin, will never lose to you again! Look at the move!" As he spoke, the sword momentum changed and became weird, and the sword shadows in the sky attacked Ling Hu Heng together.

If this move is used by someone in the same realm as Ling Hu Heng, Ling Hu Heng may choose to temporarily avoid the edge and wait for the opportunity to move. However, that Zhao Xuanyin is just in the late stage of foundation building, what is Ling Hu Heng afraid of? Even if he doesn't know the other party's swordsmanship, Ling Hu Heng is also confident, after all, the old Taoist priest handed him not only swordsmanship, but also the experience of facing the enemy, which makes Ling Huheng fearless. I saw that Linghu Heng's sword momentum turned, and it happened to hit the sword shadow in the sky, and as soon as the two swords struck, the sword shadow naturally disappeared. Ling Hu Heng smiled coldly, and made a move "Go to the East of the Great River", and hit Zhao Xuanyin with the momentum of Pei Mo Nengyu.

Zhao Xuanyin still didn't understand why the swordsmanship he had just practiced had no effect, and when his mind was short-circuiting, Ling Hu Heng's killing move was already close at hand. Fortunately, he also reacted in time, and his figure retreated violently. It's a pity that Ling Huheng had long expected him to have this, the "Biyue" fairy sword was like a maggot attached to the bone, following closely, with a sharp sword momentum, and the flowers around him were aroused by the sword qi, fluttering all over the sky. Zhao Xuanyin was horrified in his heart, but he had no choice but to continue to retreat. It's just that the garden is not big, and in an instant, he has retreated to the wall, there is no way to retreat, he is even more frightened and closes his eyes, not daring to look at Ling Huheng's sword.

Zhao Xuanyin closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't feel pain, he couldn't help but feel strange, opened his eyes slightly, and saw that Ling Hu Heng looked at him with contempt, the "Biyue" fairy sword was nailed to the wall, only half an inch away from his head. Zhao Xuanyin was shocked by the awe-inspiring sword qi and broke out in a cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "You can't kill me! I still have a brother, if you kill me, he won't let you go!"

Ling Huheng had already seen the clue from his name, smiled contemptuously, and said, "It's Zhao Xuanqi, right? Hmph, isn't it the garbage that was defeated by the big guy in my green bamboo forest? You actually used him as a shield? laugh at me!"

Zhao Xuanyin's face was red and blue for a while, she was scared and angry, and said stiffly: "If you are so powerful, don't run, I will let my brother compete with you at noon tomorrow, do you dare?"

Ling Huheng was an unprovoked person, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Why don't you dare?" I'm afraid that he will still kneel and beg for mercy when the time comes!"

Zhao Xuanyin continued in a trembling voice: "Okay, then you let me go!"

Ling Huheng laughed: "You think too well, right?

Zhao Xuanyin said: "Then what do you want?" The attitude softened significantly, and it was not as high-flying as it had begun. But he thought hatefully in his heart: "Don't fall into my hands, or I will make your life worse than death!"

Ling Huheng tilted his head and said jokingly: "As the defeated side, you naturally have to kneel on the ground and admit defeat, shouting three times that I lost!

Zhao Xuanyin heard this and said angrily: "Don't deceive people too much!"

Ling Hu Heng smiled evilly and said: "I just deceived people too much, how about it, I am not convinced? When you dragged it like this, did I say anything! Quick, a rub, I will raise the sword in my hand, tsk, a good head is about to move!" While speaking, the "Biyue" fairy sword in Ling Huheng's hand was still attached to Zhao Xuanyin's neck, and it was slightly sharpened, but the force was very good, and Zhao Xuanyin just scratched a little skin.

Zhao Xuanyin was obviously frightened, his legs trembled, and he said, "Don't kill me, I'll kneel!"

Linghu Hengda shouted: "Don't hurry up yet!"

Zhao Xuanyin glanced at Ling Huheng hatefully, slowly knelt on the ground, and said: "I lost! I lost! I lost!" Ling Huheng listened, nodded, and said, "Well, that's right!"

Zhao Xuanyin looked at Ling Huheng resentfully and said, "Then I can go, right?"

Ling Huheng laughed: "Let's go" After speaking, he kicked his buttocks, and Zhao Xuanyin's body flew out and fell into shit. Zhao Xuanyin didn't dare to look back, and immediately jumped up and ran outside.

Ling Huheng was in a good mood at this time, not only took revenge, but also ridiculed the other party fiercely, and the resentment accumulated in his heart for a year finally came out of Tai half. After receiving the "Biyue" fairy sword, Ling Hu Heng hummed a little song all the way to the martial arts arena in front of the house. This duel only took a quarter of an hour, and in just a quarter of an hour, naturally no one cared what Ling Hu Heng did. Ling Hu Hengda swaggered back to the martial arts arena and easily found Wu Zhen who was watching the battle, after all, he was tall and stood out in the crowd. Ling Huheng walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Big man, do you still have a competition?"

Wu Zhen looked back and smiled innocently: "Senior brother, where have you gone? I can't find you everywhere, so I'll come and see what others are trying." ”

Ling Hu Heng pretended not to care, and said, "I went to the thatched house just now. By the way, you haven't answered me yet, do you still have a competition?"

Wu Zhen pointed to a big red paper on the sidelines and said, "Yes, it's my turn to wait a minute." Ling Huheng looked at the big red paper, it turned out to be the promotion list, and the opponent of Wu Zhen and the others was also a little-known person, named Ling Changsheng. Wu Zhen was worried and said, "There are so many masters in the sword meeting, I don't know if I can fight!"

Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment, knowing that Wu Zhen was stupid and angry again, and said: "Big guy, don't be discouraged before you start the competition, if that's the case, it's better to automatically admit defeat, quit as soon as possible, don't be embarrassed!"

Wu Zhen stubbornly shook his head and said, "No, I want to win glory for my master!"

Ling Huheng said: "Then fight hard, don't think too much!"

Wu Zhen looked at the competition arena resolutely and said "um". Ling Huheng remembered one thing, afraid that he would be stupid and angry again, and reminded him: "Big man, remember, if you can't beat, admit defeat, don't be strong!"

Wu Zhen looked back at the sincere Ling Huheng, smiled innocently, and said, "Senior brother, I remember!"

As he spoke, the winner had already been decided in the martial arts arena, and the old man still said in a voice that was not salty or light: "Next, Qingzhu Lin Wuzhen, against Zixia Xuan Ling Changsheng!"

Ling Huheng said to Wu Zhen: "It's your turn, big guy, you have to fight hard!"

Wu Zhen nodded and stepped into the arena. At the same time, Ling Changsheng over there also entered the field, bowed his hand very politely, and said: "Zixia Xuan Ling Changsheng, please give me more advice!" Wu Zhen also hurriedly bowed his hand and said: "Don't dare to be, Qingzhulin Wu Zhen, senior brother has a lot of advice!" The old man saw that the names of both sides were connected, and he still impatiently introduced the rules of the competition: "The competition can't hurt the other party's life, and if you go out of the field, or admit defeat and don't have the strength to fight again, you will lose." If you don't decide the winner within half an hour, it's considered a tie, remember?"

Wu Zhen and Ling Changsheng both nodded, and the old man said as he retreated to the sidelines: "Okay, the competition begins!"

Wu Zhen slowly pulled out the "Stop Water" fairy sword and said, "Senior brother, offended!" Ling Changsheng also pulled out the sword and said, "It's good to say! Look at the sword!" It can be seen that Ling Changsheng is a master, he understands the principle of preemptive strike, and he is attacking as soon as he makes a move. Wu Zhen is not weak, but he is more self-restraint and subordination, and only after Ling Changsheng makes a move, will he return the move with a sword.

The two of them are really chess opponents will meet good materials, the sword moves in their hands are rolling, and after a while, they have already fought for hundreds of rounds, and the disciples of the ancient sword sect who watched the battle around were fascinated, as if they had learned something, and before they had time to figure it out, the two of them changed their moves again. However, Ling Huheng learns quite quickly, after all, he has strange eyes that others don't have!

In the field, if you observe Wu Zhen carefully, you will find that he seems to have completely changed at this time, calm and atmospheric, the thick-backed fairy sword in his hand makes steady moves, quite a famous style, and there is a degree of advance and retreat between offense and defense, even if Ling Changsheng's offensive is urgent, he is also calm and calm, winning applause from the surroundings. Ling Changsheng is not bad, it can be seen that he has learned a lot more than Wu Zhen, and all kinds of swordsmanship emerge in endlessly, but Wu Zhen still used the thirteen styles of the ancient sword that he practiced most proficiently to solve them one by one, which made Ling Changsheng admire it very much.

The two fought for more than 100 rounds, Ling Changsheng saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and gradually became irritable, and the fairy sword in his hand attacked sharply, forcing Wu Zhen back, and then jumped away, and said: "Brother Wu, I'm going to use the imperial sword technique, if you think you are invincible, admit defeat!" Ling Changsheng is also a very person, originally wanted to save the imperial sword technique until the end before it became a blockbuster, but he didn't expect Wu Zhen to be so difficult, if it dragged on any longer, Ling Changsheng was afraid that he would also be defeated, so he had to use the imperial sword technique.

Wu Zhen said in a deep voice: "I am willing to lead the senior brother to make a high move!"

Ling Changsheng was not polite, under the urging of spiritual power, the fairy sword rolled, transformed into three identical fairy swords, and said: "Brother Martial Guard, take my Zixia Imperial Sword Technique!"

Wu Zhen also pinched the sword trick with both hands and said, "Senior brother, be careful, this is the Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique!"

Ling Changsheng's heart was shocked, and he said secretly: "He also knows the sword technique?" Before he had time to think about it, he urged his spiritual power and let the fairy sword fly out and rush straight towards Wu Zhen. Wu Zhen also shouted in a low voice: "Go!" The "Stop Water" Immortal Sword seemed to be injected with life, and flew towards Ling Changsheng's immortal sword in the air, but in an instant, the immortal swords collided, and the spiritual power entangled with each other, erupting into shockwaves, shaking back a few steps from the surrounding people who were not highly cultivated. Ling Hu Heng didn't have anything to do, he raised his eyes to look at the flying fairy sword, and was envious in his heart: "This is the sword mastery, it's amazing!"

The two of them used the sword technique together, and they made a judgment: Wu Zhen's fairy sword steadily pressed Ling Changsheng's fairy sword, if it weren't for the feelings of the same family, Ling Changsheng would have been pierced by the fairy sword a long time ago. Ling Changsheng also knew at this time that Wu Zhen's realm was much higher than him, he was just a beginner in swordsmanship, and he had not yet practiced it, and he was struggling to support it at this time.

After a while, Ling Changsheng's spiritual power gradually weakened, and the fairy sword became sluggish, and Ling Changsheng had to admit defeat: "Brother Wu, please accept the sword, and admit defeat in the next place." ”

As soon as Wu Zhen urged the sword trick with both hands, the "Stop Water" fairy sword returned to his hand and said, "Senior brother, I have conceded." ”

Ling Changsheng was unpretentious, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said: "Brother Wu's skills are profound, and he is convinced!"

When the old man saw that the winner was decided, he immediately announced: "In this battle, Wu Zhen wins!"

Ling Hu Heng clenched his fists excitedly outside the arena and said, "Big guy, good job!" Wu Zhen slowly walked out of the arena, scratched his head, and said, "It's just luck, Senior Brother Ling is very powerful!"

Ling Huheng said: "No matter what, you won again!"

Wu Zhen was also happy and said, "Yes, let's go and sue Master!"