Everyone in the Tang family in Wenshui knows that their young masters are impatient for a long time - the impatient here is not that they cannot hold on and have no endurance, but that they are impatient.

Tang Sanshiliu was very impatient tonight. He stepped forward with the wind, and the wild grass sank with the wind. The Wenshui sword in his hand shone with the stars in the sky and rolled over to Qijian. The sword energy tore through the night sky, and a faint fire suddenly appeared.

"Late clouds collect!"

Among the people watching the battle on the stone steps in front of the hall, there were people who knew the sword skills and exclaimed.

Tang Sanliu's true energy was fully released, and the sword energy was scattered, as if it was really burning under the night sky.

A few clouds slowly floating above the square were burned by the fire on the sword, and they were like burning, just like the burning clouds at sunset.

What's even more terrifying is that the burning night clouds contain infinite sword intent and extremely sharp sword intent.

Everyone was shocked and thought that this young man was proud and unrestrained, and it was true that he was proud and unrestrained.

Gou Hanshi's expression also became solemn. He could have thought that Tang Sanshiliu left Wenshui and practiced in Kyoto's Heavenly Daoyuan for several months would have made any progress compared to the past. He was no longer the strength of the 36th place on the Qingyun List, but he did not expect that his strength had improved so much and he had such a level.

Night clouds burned in the night sky, and the sword intent rushed towards him. Qi Jian's thin body was shaking, his little face was slightly pale, but he could not see fear.

He shouted lightly, and the iron ruler sword in his hand was sealed horizontally in front of his chest, as if two peaks of the mountains slowly closed, blocking all the brilliance of the setting sun outside!

Tang Sanshiliu continued to move forward, and the fields were full of fire. The sword walked among them, extremely domineering, gradually getting brighter, and a dazzling white light condensed at the head of the sword!

The dark square in front of the hall was first illuminated by the evening clouds, and suddenly it was as bright as daytime, as if the sunrise was rising, and as if the sunset was pulled back to the world again by someone!

"Sunset hanging!"

Shouts sounded again from the crowd watching the game.

It was not until this moment that the powerful people who knew the goods finally confirmed that Tang Sanshiliu had completely mastered the true meaning of the swordsmanship of the Tang family in Wenshui!

Late clouds collect!

The sunset hangs!

Ichichuan Maple!

Three styles of Wenshui!

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The three styles of Wenshui are the most powerful sword technique of the Wenshui Tang family. This set of sword techniques only has three moves, but they are enough to change the day and the day.

With Tang Sanshiliu's current level of cultivation, even if he learns this set of swordsmanship, he will definitely not be able to fully exert the power of this set of swordsmanship, but it is already powerful enough.

With his lazy temperament, he has been practicing this sword technique for four years, and with the last few months of hard work, he has finally mastered it. He originally wanted to use it at the Qingteng Banquet, or directly use it, or use it at the most critical moment of the battle with Zhuang Huanyu, but he never had the chance until he met Qijian tonight.

There was a shocking discussion in front of the hall.

Chen Changsheng was a little puzzled and asked Luoluo: "What's wrong?"

"These three swords are very powerful, they are the sword of burning and killing."

Luoluo said: "But the reason why everyone was shocked was that in addition to this, no one expected that Tang Sanshiliu would use the strongest means as soon as he came up."

Chen Changsheng was silent and thought to himself that there was something wrong with this?

"No one will use his ultimate move as soon as he comes."

Luo Luo knew that the teacher had no experience in practice and combat. After thinking about it, she said, "This is... too unprotectable."

It's really not particular.

On the stone steps in front of the hall, whether it is the sect sacrificial site, the Thirteenth Sect of Qinghu, and the Saint Maiden Peak, the elders of the master sect were just right and were ready to explain the details of the battle to the disciples. However, who would have thought that at the beginning of the battle, Tang Sanshiliu used his ultimate move, and the victory and defeat were right in front of him.

The teachers and elders of the sectarian academy had no time to say anything, so they could only sigh a few times, or be shocked and speechless.

In the battle of a cultivator, he rarely uses his ultimate moves as soon as he comes up. Of course, it is not because of the elegance or demeanor, and it has nothing to do with being particular about whether he is particular. The most important thing is that the ultimate moves are the strongest moves, that is, the winner and loser. If you use the ultimate moves, it means that you will see the winner and loser in the next moment.

This kind of scene will only occur in those battles with clear strength and weakness.

A strong man with extremely confident choice would choose this method, or those who know that he would lose their way can only give up.

The realm of Tang Sanshiliu and Qijian seems to be that if this battle is to be carried out at an ordinary pace, it will take at least dozens of moves to decide the outcome.

There is no reason for him to take such a risky move, and he will decide the outcome as soon as he takes action.

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Tang Sanshiliu was not impatient, nor was he too confident, nor was he lacked confidence.

He knew that the number of true essence and purity of Qijian was slightly better than himself. If we were to discuss the true meaning of swordsmanship, Lishan Sword Sect was probably above the Tang family of Wenshui. If the battle continued like this, he would still be the one who was defeated in the end.

He wants to win, so he has to win and lose first.

The first move for victory or defeat is who starts the trend first.

Without hesitation, he used the three styles of Wenshui at the bottom of the box. The night clouds were connected to the sunset. Two extremely terrifying sword moves came out and directly cage the Qijian.

This is the so-called momentum.

He studied the battle between Zhuang Huanyu and Qijian two years ago very thoroughly. He knew what Qijian's weakness was.

He believed that although two years have passed, Qijian will inevitably become stronger and his mind will be more stable, but that weakness will definitely not be completely changed.

Because the twelve-year-old child is still a child under fourteen after two years.

Children are children after all.

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Children are too young and have too little experience. The most important thing is that they cannot bear so much pressure like adults. After all, not everyone is like Chen Changsheng, who has been living in the most terrifying pressure in the world since he was ten years old.

Qijian is the youngest disciple of Lishan Sword Sect, but he is also one of the two people who are under the most pressure in the entire Lishan Mountain. The other is Akiyama Jun.

He was less than twelve years old and could fight head-on with the strongest student in the Heavenly Daoyuan. Even if he lost, he could be called shocking. Lishan's most legendary uncle, on his way to travel around the world, accidentally returned to the mountain to learn about this. He once commented: Lishan has this son, and he will never fall for a thousand years.

What a high evaluation, what a heavy pressure this is.

Qijian practices and study under such pressure. At such a young age, he becomes more and more silent, and looks more and more like a little adult.

But as Tang Sanshiliu thought, children are children after all.

Tang Sanshiliu took three moves of Wenshui, which was to destroy the pressure he was under to the extreme.

Just relying on this pressure, Qijian will be crushed.

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Apart from senior experts such as Mao Qiuyu, only Gou Hanshi understood Tang Sanshiliu's intention at the first time.

His expression became more and more serious. He knew that the younger brother was talented, but he always had weaknesses because of his age. He was defeated by Zhuang Huanyu two years ago. People in the world thought that it was because of insufficient experience and insufficient cultivation. However, he understood that the younger brother lost the sword in the end because he was not decisive enough.

The reason why I was not decisive enough is because Qijian was panicked, and the reason why I panicked is because I was under too much pressure.

Sure enough, facing the sword that burned like night clouds, facing the sunset Baihui at the tip of Tang Sanshiliu's sword, Qijian's expression was still calm, the Iron Rod Sword was still calm and stable, with no sign of chaos in the breath. The two invisible cliffs were still slowly in seclusion, but Gou Hanshi could see... he began to panic.

Gou Hanshi's brows frowned slightly.

Some people may think that Tang Sanshiliu Yin’s thoughts in the sword intent are shameless and bullying the young, but he does not think so. As he said before, as long as it is his own ability, it can be used. Since it is a battle, then both mentally and under pressure can be attacked.

He just felt a pity that the junior brother was obviously stronger than his opponent, but he was going to lose due to psychological reasons.

Tang Sanshiliu's figure had already arrived in front of Qijian.

The Wenshui Sword ignited all the clouds in the night sky, and the weeds in the cracks in the bricks in the square in front of the hall turned into jade.

Fire is everywhere, and the setting sun covers the earth.

Qijian looked firm, and the iron ruler sword gradually crossed like a cliff, guarding the clear stream in his heart, refusing to dry up.

Tang Sanshiliu did not give him any chance.

With a clear roar, the Wenshui Sword trembled violently, and the sword was like thousands of streams flowing, and eventually turned into a river.

The night clouds burning in the sky, the sunset of the sword head, and the jade grass on the ground fell on the sword, landed in the river, turning into more than 100,000 gold coins.

The sword intent was collected and the river water swayed to the shore, and the rows of green trees on the shore were burning like red maples in autumn.

The final form of the three styles of Wenshui.

Ichichuan Maple!

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A hint of panic appeared on Qijian's little face.

At this time, many people had already seen that he was going to lose.

This closed disciple of the head of Lishan Sword Sect was about to be defeated so frustrated before he could fully utilize the essence of Lishan Sword Sect.

Looking at the trace of confusion and pain in the junior brother's eyes, Gou Hanshi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He looked into the venue and shouted, "The clouds go and the clouds come from the mountains far and near!"
To be continued...