The sword in his hand was like a long rainbow running through the sun, constantly making the sound of dragon groaning and tiger roaring, which was terrifying to hear.

No wonder the eldest prince got the nickname of the Flying Snow Divine Dragon, which is of course inseparable from his name Li Yunlong, but it should be more derived from his Flying Dragon Sword Technique.

Master Jeonghye unfolded a robe in front of him, and slapped and dotted his hands behind the robe. The robe immediately came to life, curling and jumping, mysterious and unpredictable. The most powerful thing about it is that the enemy can't see Master Masae's hands clearly, and he doesn't know what kind of move he is making. The tricks used by Master Masae can only be judged from the movement of the robe in front of him. And usually by the time you see the robe beating, it's already too late.

It's just that this eldest prince is absolutely very human, his internal strength is strong, and his changes are rapid, and he has reached the realm of perfection. Therefore, he was able to calmly deal with Master Zhenghui's unpredictable robe.

The competition between the two is more exciting and intense than when they competed just now. Because when they competed in the palm power just now, both of them condensed the internal force between their palms, and their feet only moved within the scope of the abbot, and the strength of the palms was only felt by the two of them.

At this time, the internal force of the two people was completely outward, and every vertical and leap was also between three zhang. The attack power of the two of them was also completely beaten to three feet away.

Therefore, the surrounding onlookers have unconsciously retreated to seven or eight feet away. Rao is like this, everyone can still feel the tremor from time to time, and the strength is bursting out, scraping the cheeks painfully, and the big trees around them are shaking violently from time to time.

Suddenly, the eldest prince flew up in the air and flew down towards Master Zhenghui, breaking through the meteor sky with one move, and the tip of the sword pierced Master Zhenghui in the face. Halfway through the sword, the eldest prince's wrist was forced, and an internal force was transmitted to the sword body, shaking the long sword into eight sections.

Pieces of steel splintered like cold stars and swooped down on Master Zhenghui. This trick is too abrupt, too insidious and vicious.

Master Zhenghui put his hands out, and then slammed them together. The robe in front of him also followed one by one, and all the eight severed swords that flew in were involved, and then swept towards the eldest prince like a tornado.

The eldest prince was in mid-air, and he had exerted too much force just now, and he was at the time when the front strength was exhausted and the back strength was not born, when he saw the robe rolled up, and there was no way to avoid it.

I only heard a "bang", and the robe hit the eldest prince in the chest. The eldest prince flew out like a kite with a broken string, and landed three or four feet away.

Seeing this, his bodyguards, Zhu Da and Zhu Er, hurriedly pounced on and caught the eldest prince.

Masters and masters make moves, and winning or losing is often a matter between this move. Life and death are often somewhere in between. Fortunately, Master Zhenghui has a compassionate heart and does not want to kill or injure people, so he has room to make a move.

Therefore, the eldest prince's injuries were not very serious, and he did not have to worry about his life. But this is not light, the eldest prince worked too hard, and he was hit hard, and he was blocked for a while, he couldn't lift his true breath, and his body was sore.

Mrs. Yijing said: "Eldest prince, you have lost, you should have nothing to say." ”

The eldest prince pushed Zhu Da and Zhu Er away, waved his hand and said, "I'm not busy, I haven't finished the competition yet." ”

Mrs. Yijing said, "Oh, the eldest prince still wants to compete with Master Zhenghui for the third time?"

The eldest prince waved his hand and said: "No, the old man's skills are not as good as Master Zhenghui, the old man does not deny this, and he will no longer be cheeky and stubborn to fight to the end." Just because I can't do it doesn't mean that others can't either. ”

Others? Are these eight people under him? Their skills are good, but if you want to compare them to Master Zhenghui, it is still far behind. Their people are all here, who else can they have?

Just when everyone was full of doubts, the eldest prince raised his head and shouted at the Qianxun Pagoda among the three towers: "Thirteenth brother, you come down." ”

Everyone looked up at the Chihiro Tower.

Chihiro Pagoda is about twenty or thirty zhang high, and it is the highest of the three towers. The distance between the square and the top of the tower was very far, and everyone faintly saw a small figure on the top of the tower.

When the figure heard the greeting of the eldest prince, he left the top of the tower and flew towards the square, like a goshawk, fluttering from far and near, as if it had wings.

When the person flew in, Duan Yuntu saw that this person was the thirteenth prince Mu Yuntong.

The eldest prince had long known that Mu Yuntong was on the top of the tower, and he had never thought of letting Mu Yuntong appear, because he knew that Mu Yuntong was strongly opposed to the god lord's involvement in the rivers and lakes and dealt with the various sects of martial arts.

But since he couldn't defeat Master Zhenghui, he had to let Mu Yuntong come forward.

Don't look at Mu Yuntong's young age, he has the shortest time in the Snow Mountain, but he is the most beloved of the Thirteen Princes, and he is also the one with the best understanding among the Thirteen Princes.

His exercises are comprehensive, and his progress is rapid, whether it is fists, swords, or light skills, all of them are perfect. In terms of comprehensive strength, he can rank second among the thirteen princes, second only to the eldest prince.

The eldest prince thought to himself, although he lost to Master Zhenghui, but Master Zhenghui had been fighting with him for so long, and the consumption of internal force must be very huge. At this time, Mu Yuntong and Master Zhenghui fought against each other, which was to take advantage of the advantage, and the winning side accounted for seventy percent.

As long as Master Zhenghui is defeated, no one present will be Mu Yuntong's opponent. Then things will be easy.

Mu Yuntong's appearance made everyone's hearts tighten. Looking at this person's light skills, it is really extremely high, with this light skill, can the swordsmanship and internal strength be worse? Even Mrs. Yijing shook her head secretly and sighed to herself.

After Mu Yuntong landed, he approached the eldest prince and saluted, "The thirteenth brother has seen the senior brother. ”

The eldest prince nodded and said, "Thirteenth brother, you came just in time, senior brother lost to this master, now it's time for you to make a move." ”

Mu Yuntong shook his head and said, "Senior brother, Master Zhenghui is the abbot of Chongsheng Temple, a generation of eminent monks, and he has compassion, why do you have to get along with the master?"

The eldest prince said: "Thirteenth brother, the senior brother lost to this old monk, and now it is up to you to win back the face of our Snow God Pavilion, you can't have other ideas at this time." ”

Mu Yuntong said: "No, senior brother, I can't! You should persuade the master well, don't let the master set foot in the rivers and lakes again. ”

The eldest prince's face changed, and he asked sternly: "What are you talking about? Do you want to do the right thing with the master for these people? Don't forget, who raised you from a young age, taught you martial arts, and trained you to become an adult? We are brothers, and the most important one of the masters is you, do you want to let down the master and his old man like this?"

(End of chapter)