The two masters were ready, and we were all arranged to retreat five hundred meters away from the lakeside. Their decisive battle was located on Sun and Moon Island in the lake. It is said that this was based on the safety of the spectators. After all, the fight between gods and immortals, the sky, the sky, earth, fire and clouds surging, and it would be more than worth the loss if they accidentally affected us.

Hearing a melodious sound of flute, the clear breeze of a man in the south of Hunan, a white dress fluttering, and a boat was walking without wind. The peach wood sword god, one by one, and one sword, slowly sailed towards Sun and Moon Island, with endless elegance.

Liu Qingfeng said, if I don’t say anything else, if I learn this trick, I will definitely be invincible to pick up girls. The three people say you care about me for the food and drinks in January, and I will teach you this trick. Liu Qingfeng doesn’t believe it. Seeing that you are skinny and you probably have a martial arts skills, you probably are not as good as mine. You still want to fool me? With a oh, Liu Qingfeng was kicked more than three feet away and fell to eat shit. This girl’s face changed immediately. The Taoist priest, and I will be the end of the moon tower. San Gu pursed his lips, and this is almost the same.

According to the three common sayings, Zhao Ritian is a kid with mixed martial arts, and his internal skills are mainly Tianjue Divine Art. His sword technique and sword moves are learned by his brother-in-law's ex-Sword God Dongmen Chufeng. It is said that Dongmen Chufeng has been obsessed with swords all his life. After fighting with the Lord of Heiyun City thirty years ago, he has realized the way of "no swords". Zhao Ritian also learned a similar skill, so that he can be among the top ten masters in the world.

The sound of the flute fell, and the sound of the pipa rose. The big string was as loud as the rain, and the small string was as clear as whispers. The people by the lake were intoxicated by the sound of the decisive battle. It seemed that Xiaosheng had really put a lot of effort into this decisive battle. Before the battle started, the momentum was worth the price. The sound of the pipa turned sharply, like broken beads falling on the plate. The Qingfeng Hubei Qingyun Taoist Priest Ye Liangchen, walked gracefully on the waves, heading straight to the Sun and Moon Island. As the two were about to meet, the sound of the pipa stopped, and everything was quiet, and everyone held their breath.

Taoist Qingyun rose into the air, and the long sword drew a dazzling white light in the air, slashing towards Zhao Ritian. Before Zhao Ritian's peach wood sword was unsheathed, Ye Liangchen took the lead and moved to dodge. With a click, the small boat was chopped in half by a sword. Zhao Ritian gently tapped the side of the boat and jumped onto Riyue Island.

I said that Zhao Ritian pretended to be too big, and if he made a mistake in one step, he would miss the first move, and if he missed the first move, he would probably be mysterious. The three common sayings that swordsmen attach the most importance to the energy of a sword. Only by matching the sword moves and swordsman's breathing rhythm properly can the maximum power be exerted.

Ye Liangchen slashed out eighteen swords with one move, like lightning. We laymen were only able to see the fur, and only felt that the sword was shining and powerful. The audience around us applauded.

Liu Qingfeng's face looked very ugly. I asked what was going on. He said with a bitter face, "I bought Zhao Ritian's ten taels of silver at the Yinhook Gambling House." I had no choice but to comfort me, isn't this just the beginning? Maybe it will turn around in a while."

After the Eighteen Swords, I thought Ye Liangchen would take advantage of the breathing to stop, but unexpectedly, after the Eighteen Swords, the sword light turned red and increased to three feet. Zhao Ritian retreated step by step, and the golden chrysanthemums on the ground were swept by the sword light, and they were raised one after another, and the fallen flowers were colorful. Liu Qingfeng sighed and said, "The chrysanthemums were inseparable and the ground was covered with wounds."

I don’t know if it was Xiaosheng’s deliberate arrangement or the real level of the two. The peach wood sword god Zhao Ritian did not shoot a sword from beginning to end, and Taoist Qingyun’s attack did not decrease, and there were more than 300 swords before I knew it. During this period, Taoist Qingyun’s sword light increased by three feet, and the color turned black. Zhao Ritian no longer had white clothes fluttering. Although he was not seriously injured, his clothes were scratched into long strips by the sword light.

The peach wood sword god Zhao Ritian's torn clothes were messy in the air, but he never used a sword. The three people said that Zhao Ritian seemed to be at a disadvantage, but his strength was preserved. He had already learned the sword-controlling technique several years ago. He didn't make any moves, but was just waiting for an opportunity. Liu Qingfeng had the desire to die, but after hearing the words of the three people, he almost held the three people and kissed them.

The Ming Dynasty master, Taoist Priest Qingyun, Ye Liangchen, attacked 830 swords with a three-foot long sword and six-foot sword light. He was exhausted in one breath and was about to breathe. Zhao Ritian stepped horizontally and jumped out of the battle circle. Although Zhao Ritian was completely broken, he said calmly and coldly, "That's all the skills?" Then let me take a move next time.

Zhao Ritian shouted loudly, the wind came!

A strong wind was blowing from Sun and Moon Island, and the remaining chrysanthemums rolled up in the wind were golden all over the sky, like a golden armor hanging all over the island. The strong wind was centered on Zhao Ritian, forming a tornado, and sand and gravel were everywhere. However, the wind was calm by the lake, which made people surprised. Liu Qingfeng suddenly became energetic and screamed with everyone. He was indeed the first-ranked master!

The tornado swept the remaining chrysanthemums, and the sand and gravel attacked Ye Liangchen. Ye Liangchen did not retreat and stood with his sword. When the tornado attacked in front of him, the sword surged and slashed away with one sword. The tornado suddenly looked like a rotating top, and the momentum of destroying the world actually scattered everywhere. The chrysanthemums fell to the ground and the sand and gravel returned to the soil.

Zhao Ritian shouted again, the rain came!

Water arrows shot up from Qingfeng Lake and gathered towards Zhao Ritian, and then formed water swords, which rotated around Zhao Ritian. Zhao Ritian stretched out his hand and attacked Ye Liangchen again. Ye Liangchen swung his long sword, dinging and each sword hit a water sword. The water flow that seemed weak on the usual way was like a golden sword, and a sword rain fell in the sky. Ye Liangchen finally lost the style of a master, and his clothes were as tattered as Zhao Ritian.

Zhao Ritian shouted again, the sword came!

The heroes of the martial arts who were watching the battle by Qingfeng Lake actually left the sword box in their hands and ran towards Sun and Moon Island. A total of sixty-four long swords of different shapes were formed in the air and shot towards Ye Liangchen. Ye Liangchen looked solemn, and a long sword danced so tightly that it was all defensive.

The peach wood sword in Ye Liangchen's hand was finally unsheathed.
Chapter completed!