As the two people finished speaking, the temperature in the dragon's belly space dropped sharply.
Until this moment, Yang Yiyi saw a hint of tension in Bai Mo and Wu Yu, as if they could be ignited at any time.
"Swordsmanship..."
She couldn't help but feel worried.
She had personally witnessed Wuyu's experience when he was young in Wuyu's memory. At that time, he still looked like a normal human being, which was very different from what he looks like today, but he was also terrifyingly strong, with swordsmanship at a young age.
He has become so good that he can hardly find an opponent.
If nothing else, he definitely lives up to his reputation as a swordsman.
Qinglian Sword Immortal - this is not a self-proclaimed title given by Wu Lu, but a title given to him by the world. After all challengers were defeated, no one raised any objections to it.
He is a well-deserved master of swordsmanship.
On the other hand, Bai Mo, although this guy has a mysterious origin, is powerful, and knows a lot, he may not be proficient in swordsmanship.
After all, cold weapons are almost eliminated now, at least not many modern people use them. Even after the arrival of the restricted area, most people understand the importance of force, and most of them only rely on hot weapons and abilities to arm themselves.
yourself instead of practicing cold weapons.
In today's era, extraordinary power is king.
Although the guy Bai Mo looked less and less like a modern person, if he really reached the level of swordsmanship like Wuyu, Yang Yiyi actually didn't believe it in his heart.
——She is more inclined to think that this is Bai Mo's guy's delaying strategy.
At this moment, the man in red not far ahead spoke lightly, interrupting Yang Yiyi's thoughts.
Wuyu had tied up his hair at this moment, and his makeup looked a bit like the Ji Bai he saw in his memory, but his eyes had changed, and the white clothes were now red clothes, as if to explain that.
The rest of his life was stained red with blood.
The clear young man who once was has long gone, and now only Wuyu, who has closed his desires, is left.
"I don't have a sword," he said.
This is just a clone of Wuyu, so naturally there can be no sword on him.
"It doesn't have to be a sword, it can be replaced by something else." Bai Mo said calmly.
"Yeah?"
A look of regret appeared on Wuyu's face and he said, "That's such a pity. If I had used a real sword, I could have killed you faster... Could it be that you were afraid and refused to use a real sword, right?"
"You can go find a real sword and come over." Bai Mo said expressionlessly.
Wuyu didn't say anything, but he took out a green branch from somewhere, about half the thickness of an arm, and the length looked just right. It seemed that he planned to use this thing to replace the sword.
"Then I'll make do with this."
Bai Mo was about to speak when he heard Yang Yiyi's hesitant voice behind him.
"Um...I have a peach wood sword here."
Her real figure is actually relatively petite, but she seems to have been disguised in some way, so she looks extra tall under the black robe - this is to allow her to better disguise herself as a man.
Under her black robe, there was actually a backpack hidden behind her back, which contained two mahogany swords.
Not only the mahogany sword, but also some miscellaneous things, such as daggers, charms, and some pills with unknown uses.
Yang Yiyi took out the Taomu Sword from behind and threw it out with force, intending to throw the sword to Bai Mo. However, the Taomu Sword was blocked by the barrier and fell directly to the ground.
Bai Mo walked over leisurely, picked up the two peach wood swords, glanced at her and said, "I took out the peach wood swords. It turns out you are a Taoist priest."
"I'm not a Taoist priest."
Yang Yiyi subconsciously wanted to refute, but she swallowed the words again.
Although Bai Mo has not changed in any way from before, for some reason, she always feels that the guy in front of her looks a little strange——
Why?
Is it because of that weird shadow on the ground?
Yang Yiyi had no way of knowing the real reason, but she felt vague fear from Bai Mo.
Bai Mo looked at the peach wood sword in his hand. The material was very ordinary. He kept one for himself and threw the other to Wuyu.
The latter caught it, weighed it slightly, and without much hesitation, immediately abandoned the branch and kept the peach wood sword in his hand.
The two stopped talking and looked at each other calmly. No one took the lead and seemed to be looking for an opportunity to take action.
Yang Yiyi did not dare to speak out for fear of disturbing the duel between the two.
I don’t know how long it took, but the battle began with a soft sound——
No one knew what the sound was. Yang Yiyi only felt a red shadow flash in her sight. It turned out that Wuyu was the first to take action.
Wuyu's figure disappeared from where he was, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared on the left side of Bai Mo. He wielded the peach wood sword and swung it casually, slashing towards the opponent's abdomen.
He clearly didn't seem to be using much strength, but the power of this sword made people break out in cold sweat. Even looking at it from a distance, one could feel the terrifying power contained in it.
The small mahogany sword seemed to become the most deadly weapon in his hand, and the sword energy cut everything around it.
Even though Yang Yiyi didn't know much about swords, she could still feel Wuyu's calmness when wielding the sword. The sword seemed to be a derivative of his limbs, and he could command it to do anything without using too many skills.
Naturally--
Such a word suddenly popped into Yang Yiyi's mind.
She didn't feel strange about this, but took it for granted. She had seen Wuyu's swordsmanship in her memory, and it was simply terrifying to the extreme. It was not surprising that he could achieve this level.
On the other hand, Bai Mo, as if he hadn't reacted yet, was still standing there, about to be hit by this sword.
Yang Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, but before she had time to worry about Bai Mo, there was a crisp sound in her ears——
It's the sound of metal colliding.
But he saw that it was Bai Mo who raised his hand slightly, blocking Wuyu's sword. The invisible sword energy seemed to surround the two people.
The range of his movements was quite small, so Yang Yiyi had the illusion that he was not moving.
"I didn't expect you to be really good at swordsmanship."
Yang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to scold Bai Mo for being too big when she saw Wu Yu narrowing his eyes.
As an expert, he could certainly tell that Bai Mo's swordsmanship was extraordinary.
The defense just now is a kind of meticulous control ability, which requires sufficient courage and grasp of timing at the same time, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the sword just now.
Of course, this ability can be reflected in many places, and it may not really represent the level of swordsmanship. Most masters can do it, but Wuyu still saw some clues from the sword just now - Bai Mozhen
Understand swords.
"Do you think I will give you a chance to win for nothing?"
Bai Mo's tone was indifferent.
The peach wood swords of the two were divided at the first touch, and the second round of confrontation soon took place.
Jian Wugui turned his wrist, and the sword suddenly trembled, bursting out with a powerful force that shook Bai Mo's sword away, and then stabbed the opponent's unprepared waist.
This move was very unexpected. He actually attacked the weapon first and then hurt the person. Many people were caught off guard and probably fell into his trap.
However, Bai Mo did not panic.
Thanks to those eyes, he saw the process of perfecting Wuyu's swordsmanship in his memory, so he had long understood the opponent's habitual attack method.
Under Wuyu's full force collision, Bai Mo only felt that the peach wood sword in his hand was shaking crazily as if it was not obeying his orders. However, he simply did not control the sword. Instead, he used this force to throw the sword as a dart, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at nothing.
Desire throat.
The huge power coming from the sword turned into an assist for forward thrust.
The speed of this sword was faster than Wuyu's attack speed. The latter's eyes were slightly focused, and the attack on his hands did not decrease. He lowered his body slightly and narrowly avoided this fatal blow.
A few red hair fell to the ground.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and he suddenly withdrew the peach wood sword he had thrust out and stood upright behind him.
A huge force came from behind, and the sword he dodged came back, stabbing him from behind like a boomerang.
Wuyu's empty door was exposed, Bai Mo seized the opportunity, and his figure disappeared from the place instantly. A person appeared behind Wuyu, holding the hilt of the sword and raising it hard, the target was still Wuyu's throat.
Wuyu had already expected it. He turned around and the sword in his hand changed from vertical to horizontal, just blocking the upward thrust of the sword.
To be continued...